Autolatry

By Any Unborn Child

In the War of Cybertron, everyone lost themselves to false deities.

Among the Decepticons, followers revered Megatron as their salvation, and feared him just as much. Deranged leadership be damned.

The few Autobots that remained sought Optimus Prime as a personal savior. They regarded him less as a Cybertronian and more as a symbol of a distant, diligent hope.

Litte changed since then. The soldiers are fewer, of course, and the meaningless mêlées became more desperate.

The eons dragged on, and without a pendulum's swing towards an ascertainable victory. Amidst lost causes also known as battles, Starscream noticed this.

He grew exhausted of filling the role of a lowly discipile. He was sick of being thrown around in battle, only to be abandoned, scars of energon rusting onto his plating like a scattered relic.

He should be the rightful lord. He was the rightful lord.

Instead of worshipping his apparent leader, he chose to worship himself. He listed his

As even more time passed, and resources were drained to the point of possible oblivion, this worship became daily ritual to Starscream. To him, madness was his own way of understanding his "leader", in order to take him down.

What started as a route to extend his frustration grew into a mechanism, into his survival.