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You stand on a burnt and darkened world. The sky above is devoid of stars, having been devoured in ages past. The ruined world smells of the very last day of your youngborn innocence, the final moment in which you did not know of evil.

A pillar of deep purple light flares into a sickly existences somewhere over the horizon, and by its foul illumination the land you stand on comes into view. The dead lay around in piles so high that the only way through is in a straight line forward. It is silent in the world of the dead. Not even the weight of their lingering souls can be felt. You understand that none of these poor sparks ever made it to the well of Allspark, to be reborn anew. There would be no absolution for them.

The dark light is seeping into your spark, sharp and deadly as venom. All these terrible, ugly thoughts that you’ve kept hidden for years, centuries, millennia, are brought to the surface on tendrils of a universe-deep hatred greater than your mortal imagination can comprehend. A hatred of all living things, created things, that fills your mind and spark, threatening to crush both in the grip of its existential horror.

At least, despite yourself, you arrive at a large clearing, the pillar at its centre. You move closer, and see, with a jolt of recognition, that a Matrix hovers on top of a dark stone plinth. The Matrix has been twisted and warped, its once holy centre filled with a dark purple crystal, glowing with a terrible power.

You want what it can give you. You want it so bad that the greed mixes easily with this agonizing dead world without love or kindness. However, you are not yet fully caught by its power. It only has so much control over you.

A laugh sounds behind you, and you turn around slowly, already knowing who it is. He stands there shrouded by a dark mist that shows only his jagged outline, bigger than you remember, and a set of bright purple eyes that watches with predatory glee.

“It is too late.” Says the voice, clear and full of triumph. “He is coming.”

Above you, in the empty void, two eyes open, each the size of a moon.

The eyes of the Unmaker see you. He knows you. He will not be stopped by you.

Behind you, Matrix of Darkness flares with overwhelming dark power, sending a wave of energy over the bleak, mountainous landscape. Hundreds of pinpricks of light blink into being, before spreading until a million of eyes are on you, each set of eyes filled with the power of the World Eater, the Chaos Bringer.

Unicron.

The creatures begin screaming what must have been their final, dying scream, and they begin to writhe against each other. With a surge of desperate rage, the dead flow as one in a wave of necromantic evil, avoiding the shrouded figure himself as he continues to watch. Thousands of dead hands and claws reach for you with the mindless need to get to you first and feed.

“This is my promise to you. Fireforged of Solus Prime.”

And you awaken, safe and sound.

For now.

Edited Date: 2022-01-11 08:22 pm (UTC)

From:

areaman

Tell me about Solus Prime, Sunstorm.

From:

nuclearphoenix

I didn't think you cared about our gods.

Very well.

[ If her tone is short, it's because of what she has seen- What they have both seen. That, and she dislikes dealing with Megatron even at the best of times. But... In some ways, talking about her beliefs is calming in its own right. ]

Solus, Forgetender, Fourth of Thirteen; she upon her anvil created all the great gifts of the Thirteen, all swords and tools of creation. With an anger like the flame, but joy to match- We follow her in our own acts of creation, no matter what they may be. When we die, we return to the Allspark- And will be made again upon her forge.

It is said the weapons she created could slay even the most powerful, the most terrible of foes. All except for one, who could only ever be set back to his rest.

From:

areaman

That's beautiful.

[and he means that, surprisingly.] Who is the one?

From:

nuclearphoenix

Unicron. Font of all evil, destroyer and corrupter. He reaches his hands into our world, even when asleep. To try and ruin all that we have ever built.

It is our duty - not just a Prime's, though the Matrix they hold is of enough power to strike the monster back into his slumber - to move against his machinations, wherever they arise.

From:

areaman

[it takes a moment for another reply to come.]

Did you have the nightmare?

From:

nuclearphoenix

Of course I did. That's why you're talking to me in the first place.

We don't like each other enough for anything else.

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