“ YOU ARE FAR more than I expected. Far more than I deserve. I am aware of my mistakes, how my rage has lead me this far. I see how your Decepticons look at you, and don’t see the same in mine. I rule on fear, you’re different. Better. I don’t deserve you, but I take all you give me anyway. What do you see in me ? ”
#theslagmaker #FILE // ANSWERS #USER // MEGATRON #STATUS // IN CHARACTER #VERSE // TRANSFORMERS PRIME
A hologram appears as the door to the medical center opens. It would seem the AI greeter for the database is also the greeter for the clinic.
“Hello, hello! Greetings and welcome to the Cybertronian Medical Division Clinic or CMD Clinic for short! I am Pulse! Currently our medics are busy and thus the task of greeting you falls to me. Are you here to make an appointment or is this a walk in?”
THE TRYANT, A king in his own right. A victory handed to a corrupted being, left with a thirst for more. More power, more conquest. A multiverse unlocked and at his very servo - something he took to with sadistic pleasure. Enforcing his will, commanding armies of the undead, forcing other worlds to their knees, every last Prime to beg for the mercy he did not have for them.
There had been some before who had tried to appease him in his crusades, in his endless fight to quench the thirst for battle, for death. The blood of Unicron feeds him, calls for more. Nothing is ever enough - and yet they all try to give him something that could possibly be enough. This time; it’s an alternate of him. Not something he expected.
“ They throw you to me and expect peace. ” He settles back upon the twisted throne built for him, staring down at the offering. Sacrifice ? Annoyance passes through him and he drums a claw against the throne. “ Tell me. Why should I accept this when every other multiverse before I have denied it ? I desire conquest, battle. For what reason do I have to accept an offering and make peace ? ”
#theslagmaker #FILE // ANSWERS #USER // MEGATRON #STATUS // IN CHARACTER #CONQUEST OF THE MULTIVERSE // AU
“appease the monster” for a starter where your muse has been left out as a human sacrifice for my muse.
“appease the monster”
There had been a deal struck with the one’s who deal with the night god. Leave offerings to the being so that they may avoid being struck by their wrath. If not to avoid his wrath and dangers it was for another. Secrets and whispers that need to stay hidden or safe passage through the night. Each party held a benefit so the deal continues.
At midnight the deity appears, stepping through the shadows that they call their home. One might think that the god of the night would be nothing but shadows, but no, lights appear along their body as they step further out. Though their appearance still bared an oddness to them, a face hidden away that no light may reach. Or how they should of made some sort of noise yet nothing could be heard.
Head soon tilts towards the side at spotting someone chained to their alter. An offering they suppose and one that put up a fight considering the amount of chains on them.
A soft hum could be heard carrying through the air, servo’s wrapping around the chains to pull towards him.
#theslagmaker #au: nocturnal divinity #[ no matter the verse soundwave continues having ' no face ' ]
with a content purr the Seeker’s optics close as he feels the warlord’s fingers begin to massage his wings, and he relaxes beneath his touch. “this sort of attention is just fine with me, and rest assured I will return the favor once I grow tired of this.”