al fine
By SMYGO4EVA

The first time Cliffjumper saw one, it was with her, with Arcee.

They lay on their backs in the middle of a burnt-out husk, crumbling stones surrounding them, the high ceilings blown away by some unseen force to reveal the stars as the old building's cover.

She told him of the other Cybertronians and the intact structures like the one they were in that have begun springing up. Those who preach of one entity and who strike down those who oppose said god's rule. The god promised his own Ragnarök, his own cataclysm, in which he will cast all those who don't worship him into a terrible, bottomless pit.

Arcee fell into recharge quickly, faced away from him, her helm resting against the curve of her arm, but Cliffjumper stayed awake, and his optics only leave her softly shifting outline to stare at the glittering canopy of stars above.

He found it funny that citizens had built castles so splendid for gods who will only burn the castles down in the end.

But then, he was one to talk, isn't he?

It would have been too much and too soon for him to be gone.