The Devil's Plaything

Disclaimer: Behold a bizarre idea that blossomed from a variety of sources; one in particular came from a frightening nightmare that I had of being trapped in darkness. I could see myself surrounded by eyes just...staring at me. I could hear whispers as well. Of course, this idea was originated from that source, I thought it would make for an interesting tale. There will be sexual references and probably disturbing imagery, so there you go. This isn't in a particular continuity as I wanted Unicron to actually be scary.

"Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways."

-William Shakespeare

"Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of man."

-Friedrich Nietzsche quotes

By: VampireQueenAkasha

"We have no physical form you could comprehend..."

-The Vok, Beast Wars

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"When I had journeyed half of our life's way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray."

-Divine Comedy, Canto I, lines 1-3.

"Optimus?"

Elita-One awoke in darkness, unable to comprehend how she had even arrived there. She was surrounded in perpetual blackness and shadow. No sound greeted her, not even the constant death cry of war from where she last remembered.

"Hello?" she called, looking around.

Elita wasn't positive as to how she arrived in the darkness, but it left an unsettling sensation of pain in her spark. The place she stood felt oddly solid as she found herself standing. She looked around, trying to find something familiar among the endless void. Then, by some strange coincidence, she saw something appear through the blankets of fog and shadow. It looked like a mech, but one she had never seen before. He was tall and had dark, eerie purple optics.

"Who's there?" Elita demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

There was a heavy, chuckling sound and the shape appeared to disappear into a dark cloud, leaving Elita alone once more. She nervously kept her optics trailed all around her, trying to find the source of the shape.

"Elita..."

The voice was powerful and deep, carrying a hidden darkness that made her spinal relay shudder. She whirled around, trying to pinpoint the shape again. This time, several shapes began to appear around her. They were familiar ones as well; she could see Ironhide, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, Perceptor... They were all faces she had come to know. But how did they get here as well? Either way, Elita was just happy to see them.

"Guys! You're here!" she exclaimed, "I'm so happy you've-" When she approached them, they suddenly disappeared as if they hadn't even existed at all. Elita looked confused and somewhat unsettled. "Guys?"

A cruel laugh filled the air and Elita turned, coming face-to-face with a dark, horned figure with violet optics and shining fangs. He also had a long metal mustache and beard, similar to that of Alpha Trion's. Her optics widened in horror as the being grinned at her.

"Welcome Elita-One..." he hissed, in a disturbing, powerful voice, "Welcome to the No-Spark. The Void."

Elita narrowed her optics and took a careful step back. "Who are you?"

"You know who I am," the being told her, with contempt laced in his deep voice, "I am the antithesis of Purity itself. Your spark trembles before me though you still defy."

As he spoke, flickers of dark fire danced around them. Elita looked down at the odd sight, trying to maintain a her sense of courage in this uncontrollable situation. She glanced up at the being approaching her and with each flicker of light, his awful smile seemed to distort further and further, until his mouth almost appeared to be widening all the way back to the metal horns on his head. Elita was suddenly aware of who this being was.

"Unicron...?" she gasped.

It was impossible. Unicron was described as being a monstrous, planet-sized being who devoured everything in his path, but this one facing her was maybe a few heads taller than Optimus Prime himself. It wasn't real. It couldn't be real.

A mocking grin answered her. "You would speak my name in this place. You are certainly brave."

"Why am I here?" Elita demanded, "Where is this place?"

Unicron gestured around her with a broad sweep of his hand. "You're here because of the foolish acts of a Prime," he told her, "Your precious Optimus has indeed committed a sin. My brother and I swore that should any Prime commit a high sin, even for the sake of good, he would lose that which he cares for the most. And that is his precious Elita-One."

Elita looked confused and angry. "Optimus has NEVER committed any sin!"

Unicron smirked at her, his metal beard dancing across his lips. "Not even your filthy lover would tell you everything."

"No. No, you're wrong!" Elita shouted, "You're the liar!"

"I have what was promised to me," Unicron hissed, reaching out with one hand, "And soon, your beloved Optimus Prime will come for you. When he does, I will destroy the last of the Primes and eviscerate what remains of his so-called, 'pure spark'."

Elita felt herself tugged by an invisible force, yanked into Unicron's grip. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look into those pitiless optics. "You? You will have the pleasure of being destroyed, defiled and riddled with your darkest desires."

Elita's optics widened in shock when she realized what he was saying and wrenched from him. "Never!"

Her wrist blade slashed at his arm, delivering a horrible cut that nearly sliced the limb clean off. Unicron uttered a grunt and staggered back, studying the damage before he chuckled wickedly and grinned at her. Elita watched in horror and disbelief as the limb let out a sick, slurping sound as it refit and regenerated, the wound closing up once more. She glanced up at Unicron, who let out another cruel laugh at her expression.

"You cannot harm me, child," he hissed, "Not while I reside in the Void." He turned completely and raised his hand. "But you? You could suffer a thousand tortures by my hand."

Elita's body was suddenly filled with agony and she let out a shriek of pain, dropping to her knees as Unicron raised his finger, pointing it straight at her. Every single diode, sensor and wire burned with pure agony. She writhed beneath the power of the Chaos God as he smirked and slowly advanced. She moaned and oral fluids dripped from her mouth, forming a pool around her head.

"O-Optimus...will come...for me..." she forced out.

Unicron just smiled and dropped to one knee before her. He reached down and slid a hand beneath her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"I hope he does, Elita..." he told her, "I truly hope...he does."