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Indefinite haitus

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The form seemed to scowl at his half brother, claws twitching giving away that they had hit the mark. 

“I have one. A herald- or soon to be. Too bright for their own good,” The deity murmurs, thinking of the one who freed himself from his tomb. “It was not their children that did this- Primus decided it were better I die alone, smothered by runic chains and hidden for all eternity.” The scowl deepened, optics ablaze like supernovae.

“What of you? Where do you fit in amidst this... Multiverse.”

Ah, another dear brother of mine spreading your infernal creation. You've been getting too close to them again, I see. (UnicronianEntity)

The energy from this one was different. Similar, familiar, suggesting they were one in the same. This was a fragment of broken shards of himself scattered across the multiverse from the first battle. How amusing to hear not-himself.

“Fragment, you speak so ill of our other half. You must be a shard corrupted by time. Warped beyond your purpose. Hungry. Angry. Interesting.” Rumbles.

“What are you getting at? What has our other half been getting into while I’ve slept?”

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“Corrupted? No. Hungry? Eternally. I was sealed away between universes by them, left to wither.”

The entity shifts closer, crystalline armour warping unnaturally like geometric bismuth. “I’ve been watching. Your half is fond of playing with his toys- getting close and doting on them.” Their multi-eyed gaze flicks to one side as though thinking of something else. A quiet huff.

“Though some are worth keeping, I suppose. If tempted to the correct side.

Ah, another dear brother of mine spreading your infernal creation. You've been getting too close to them again, I see. (UnicronianEntity)

The energy from this one was different. Similar, familiar, suggesting they were one in the same. This was a fragment of broken shards of himself scattered across the multiverse from the first battle. How amusing to hear not-himself.

“Fragment, you speak so ill of our other half. You must be a shard corrupted by time. Warped beyond your purpose. Hungry. Angry. Interesting.” Rumbles.

“What are you getting at? What has our other half been getting into while I’ve slept?”

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The end of the beginning III

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Unicron's new herald preformed fantastically.

As to be expected of one capable enough to dissect the very matter of the multiverse and find his tomb layered so deeply in divine interference by his infernal brother, but truly Shockwave was a treat. Figuratively and literally. Their energon had been a rare delight to consume, fanged denta from their shadowy like maw worrying cables and wires until they finally were pierced in a barely restrained bite. The droplets that fell and graced his forked tongues were the very thing Unicron never knew he craved and didn't realise just how addicting the flow of lifeblood and emotions were. Shockwave for his part fell lax in his grip, body once tense as a rod now being subjected to the creeping numbness that drowned out all pain. In its place, only pleasure could be felt, Unicron was true to his word for whatever his word might be worth.

Such otherworldly delights were to be savoured with each sip, revelling in the strength that came back in droves. The sound of fans clicking on were not missed along with the taste of arousal filling his monstrous jaws. A great hum of amusement took Unicron for a moment, before indulging just a little more. The memories laced in Shockwave's helm came bubbling through as tendrils snaked to the back of their helm and gently latched on. A memory came to the forefront without heeding any calls.

A smaller mech in pearly white armour and orange accents bore themselves to this tank, for once vulnerable in all their glory. Valve lips were spread by digits inviting them to look and enjoy the display just for them (Unicron wondered if Shockwave would make just as or an even more appealing sight in such a pose)- half lidded optics became closed with their vigorous coupling. Their first spark merge leading towards an overwhelming overload, something which Shockwave re-experienced as the memory was relived and writhed in the hold Unicron had on his frame. Interestingly he had tipped over with them, the creature needing time to recover from the aftershocks of such an intense experience. It had ended the need for energon however, and true to his word Shockwave had been released. The deity stayed silent as the two rested, needing it dearly.

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Shockwave had returned to the dimension between dimensions a week after their accidental and unintentional faux coupling with guests. Mechs who were already under the influence of a Unicron, if not himself. They dropped to the floor in worship immediately as his herald observed them coldly and without feeling. Something whispered to make him bow too but the louder majority shouted to take the offerings that had so freely offered themselves as tributes to their fallen god. Who was he to deny?

The sacrifices disrobed their honorific garbs and stepped forwards one by one to be consumed knowing their ends would be painful and messy but believing in their faith ever further now that they had proof. The herald did not flinch nor look away as they were eaten, plating torn open with great delight and sprays of energon of his own kind filling his mouth. Internals were chewed through with great vigour and with each frame that became a meal the more Unicron resembled something Cybertronian. The last was shaking by the time it was their turn, arms upturned as to behold the now giant of shifting metals and components. A deep tone filled the air around them as their frame went numb, and the last thing they saw was the burning optic of a mech reformed into something wholly new.

So brave to be still standing after witnessing your fate. For you- I shall make it painless.

The sacrifices had nothing left of them in the end. All had served their god and while deceased, their sparks had been carefully preserved in the great cavity that slowly began to be covered by battle plating and biolights. Great wings took shape in many pairs, and with those wings came arms and servos in sets of 2. By the end of it Unicron had decided on a form- however temporary until they changed their mind, and Shockwave was the lone true mech standing in the room with a composure which was only shaken when the giant shrunk to just taller than the tank and pressed close against their frame with a very possessive grip.

I have been waiting for this moment for much too long, Unicron murmured with a near seductive lilt making Shockwave tense once again. My dear herald. How little I can give which you right now that you do not already have... Terribly long talons caressed their helm with an affection that bordered pedantic but still Shockwave remained tense, memories lingering from their last real interaction. Something the god did not fail to pick up on and a grin tugged at their hidden maws but wasn't mentioned. Instead their helm quirked slightly to the left, leaning down to claim their energon again, eager to soothe the urge for his new addiction and drag Shockwave with him.

But I believe there are many things you can give me right now.

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The end of the beginning II

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Weeks had passed since their freedom at the hands of that scientist- 'Shockwave' they later discovered when peering into their mind, and their form was still incomplete. Where once the deity had been a sight to behold in accursed battle armour and sharpened optics catching all that could be perceived it was now a writhing mass of every shifting geometric forms coated in a deep violet and magenta hue, black seeping through it all like ink on pale parchment. In these weeks they had kept their new prize alive but barely conscious, the best state to study how Cybertronians had evolved and search deep into the very recesses of his processor. 

Truly this was a best case scenario! The lack of morals was already there pulsing through the very heart of their ideals and providing the sturdy foundations on which Unicron could build. Originally the mass of foul intentions had planned to corrupt them immediately, have them serve as his herald in the new universe he soon intended to invade but the information found within their being gave it pause. It would be a shame to have them become a mindless husk under the eternal assault of his influence- especially when curiosity and Shockwave's own ingenuity had brought them thus far. 

Yes indeed Shockwave was owed a great deal for freeing him from an eternal grave, and deserved a better fate. Perhaps ownership could be claimed in a different way?

That was when the evil found memories of their Conjunx. A master of the mind and devious in ways they found themselves admiring. How interesting... The thought of being able to be harmed should Shockwave die however made the notion be dismissed. There was potential there, but as of the moment nothing immediately useful. The idea was filed away for later use along with the knowledge of the current used languages of the mortals, and any versions of scriptures they might know too. The more immediate problem was moving into the new universe from this hollowed world-between-worlds and allowing his new follower freedom to roam again. Their trade of knowledge had been long since complete but Unicron found...

Reluctance to let the mech venture far. Unicron was still in a vulnerable state and will little energy to spare attempting to travel between realities and the moment he emerged into the new universe the world would feel it like a ripple of malevolence causing hackles to raise and unpleasant shudders to wrack plating throughout the universe he would call home. Indeed, should his infernal brother sense his presence he was rather easy prey until a true form had been taken and followers offered up their offerings for him to claim and consume. How troublesome...

For what it was worth, Shockwave had not resisted once the offer of knowledge had been put forth despite being able to deny him access being this weak. He had been quite amiable throughout the entire process when caught in the web of tendrils which held fast to plating, figuring out anatomy and how physics should properly work as their form reassembled itself countless times. It was vexing trying to remember how to hold shapes, when a visceral wave of unrelenting hunger shook his form. Of course. He needed sacrifices! Sustenance, materials to power his form and maintain something that could look close to a Cybertronian. Gazing down at Shockwave and their singular optic, multiple ideas and urges took hold at once. They could be used, eaten and dissolved to power him but they were already too important to Unicron to lose. Instead, should they be willing...

Unicron released them from their stupor, tendrils retreating just enough to let them return to full awareness but still holding him down from where they had been pinned on a chamber wall, right next to the throne Unicron had spent endless vorns confined to. 

"...Are you done with me?" Shockwave asked in a slight daze, claws shifting free of the mass around him and moving to ease the slight ache in his helm. An oddly cute action for one in such a situation. For his part, the dark mass formed itself up to a vaguely humanoid shape and folded shadowy 'arms' behind his back not far away from the poor tank still recovering.

Almost, he cooed almost lovingly, drawing ever closer.

I am in need of form- but without material I am incapable of it. Will you assist me once more?

Shockwave hesitated, unsure of what they were asking. He was the only material here. That much he had already figured out but oh how Unicron loved the ensuing chaos inside their spark. Interest and a fleck of desire mangled with the urge of self preservation and their own hunger. He needed fuel and what little he had left would be even more depleted should his self repair systems be activated. "What do you want from me?" Unicron chuckled, raspy and ethereal as it echoed around their private chamber.

I want everything from you, Shockwave. You are my saviour and my herald in this new age against my brother. My teacher and student, lover and enemy. Don't try to hide what you feel- I feel everything you do, too. He chuckled again, drawing closer and resting what was supposed to be a servo over their rapidly pulsing spark. I don't plan to snuff your existence if that is what you think. I need you and what you can spare... Then I will set you free.

He delighted in more of their internal battles, feasting on the emotions while subtle that came bubbling forth and forcing his spark to spin. "You need me to grant you form, so you can accept sacrifice." Shockwave put as a statement rather than a question, but the guess was true. Oh dear brother... How excellent a scant handful of your creations are! Few and almost none existant, but the ones that could be found and tempted... 

Precisely. I sense many subconscious willing to die for my glory just beyond my reach- but you are my most valuable asset. Your assistance will see this new age ushered in soundly but fear not. Should you agree, I can make this quite... Pleasurable for you. "If I don't?" Shockwave ventured, emboldened but Unicron's need. The mass hummed in amusement, leaning close and holding them a little firmer causing them to doubt themselves. You will. I already sense the consensus of your mind within you- shall we begin? The mass murmured, a sharp maw being positioned over their neck cables and worrying lines between razor like denta.

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EYES of UNICRON

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The end of the beginning I

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There are places in the Multiverse that should never be touched, no matter how intriguing the mystery behind such guarded walls and protective glyphs which line the chains of reality. Things that are restrained and hidden from the world were done for a reason- yet the minds of the curious are never sated no matter how much knowledge they consume. Such greedy things, and from that greed rises a new age, a single being solely responsible.

It wasn't immediately obvious that the shackles that once clung so tightly to their metaphysical form now inched loose, eons of restraints slipping away piece by piece as each link was broken. To them it was a distant hum in darkness which once felt so homely and calming. 

Then the humming became louder and optics finally opened just enough to see a single vibrant spark in the voids which swallowed all else so tantalisingly close to their form, beyond the door which held them hostage. How wonderful it would be to reach out and touch it... 

To feel the influence of mortals and the living again- an abrupt snap of an entire chain lined with powerful incantations and blessings fell to the ground despite not being able to see or hear it. The absence of such holy scriptures was sensed instead and the almighty rush of accursed energy that followed was enough to make the entity still restrained shudder and almost purr with the lessened binds.

Whoever was the cause of this beings awakening was working gradually on what held them back. Done over days and weeks which turned into months but every link that was unravelled from their intended tomb was another fragment of power drawn back greedily to their own frame. 

They could move again now, churning and slithering across the floor in the mass they had been reduced to until this time the final chain fell. What blessed containing measures had been used by their dearest brother were destroyed and the sudden rush of power was blinding. The very foundations of the crypt (what else could it of been called? Primus had wanted him to die here) shook and tremored as dust from long standing pillars of stone and metal were knocked clean from their supports. The very fabric of reality warped and tore asunder with the second birth of this dark god, darkness spiralling out of control as it reached out towards the source of its newly gained freedom. The single vibrant spark which now twisted with fear and horror for what they had released.

Ah, they had mused such fond emotions. Fear and terror had such lingering scents which the god almost feared they would never get to cause again. Wherever this individual had come from, it certainly wasn't home to this world. It smelt to strongly of another plane, somewhere softer compared to the universe this god had started in.

Abstract tendrils of void reached out and claimed the form still standing in horror at what they had done, clasping tightly lest they try to flee. They were strong this much was true, but within them the newborn entity could feel a vast intellect which swarmed just below the surface of their frame much like the ancient knowledge and darkness which pulsed under his. Slowly words came, glyphs which hadn't been practiced in so long came forwards and projected themselves to the struggling warframe in their grasp. The struggling ceased, a singular optic bright with nameless emotions cast their gaze upon him as they fought to understand. Again he whispered, remembering that since his last days of freedom, they now used neo cybex.

What is your purposssssse?

They went rigid in understanding and a note of triumph swarmed, tendrils snaking over their plating and experimenting with the shapes as he tried to understand the metrics of how things fit together again- how to look presentable to this newly found saviour to the dark god. It wouldn't do if they ran before he could learn more and while he could easily rip it from their processor (was that what it was called still?) this one was so very different. 

The kind of different that made the god seethe in excitement at the prospect of being served by them, their core demanding to claim theirs for his own at once and use them for all the good they were worth whether they objected or not.

Taking things by force had landed them here though- and so the god contemplated briefly. Mayhap it was time for new approaches. It wasn't every eon that you were given a second birth into the universe by one so clearly skilled. Not just anyone could break the binds Primus had placed upon them after their age old battle. A murmur so quiet they barely noticed it through their own rampaging thoughts came to pass their audials, body shifting in unsettling ways as this mech's anatomy was mimicked and transferred to the void's complexion, plating and metals summoned forth with little efforts and flexing until parts fit together. It would take some time before the process was fully complete to the entitys liking, shifting almost as soon as they had formed into something else entirely.

"I am a scientist, I seek understanding of the universe."

Scientist? A new term for a scholar or practitioner surely. These mortals languages shifted so often it was hard to maintain a full knowledge of them all and who knows how long the gap had been since the last contact with another mortal. 

A seeker of knowledge though was perfect- everything he needed. The grip tightened around them which received claws in return sinking in to the darkness which now held them, blissful pain bubbling forth to the surface which instead of making them soften the grip it caused the opposite. A seeker of knowledge in such a capable frame could serve him where force could not, twisting the worlds around them into something the god could use and lay seeds of chaos where otherwise there was peace.

Seeker of understanding- you have my thanksss. I have been trapped for far too long, and now I have a new chance to thrive. Let me show my gratitude... I will show you understanding of what you seek.

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                                   ✧ Let me show you what true darkness looks like.✧

                    A self interpreted version of Unicron, god of chaos and twin of Primus.

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