Nemesis
By SMYGO4EVA

The Decepticons, once of the Cybertronians, now stand on the border of limbo and hell with their fearsome leader, a devil himself. They would transmute to countless forms likewise to a shadow, casting darkness upon their justified opponents - to them, just one form, one body would be unimaginably alien, which was who they really were in the end to the wretched planet called Earth, and now to Cybertron. Taking heed to their leader Lord Megatron, they would be the ones who walk between the light and the darkness endlessly, creating an empire where they would conquer all, even the Earth's heavens they would reach. Even as they are robotic organisms, they are demons in their true forms, playing upon the embodiment of humanity's worst nightmares.

They are the dark ones, born from the lowest castes of their home planet, formless, nameless, with no higher purpose, the ones who dwelled in the deepest decay and the blackest of darkness. With their true homes dead and lifeless, here on Earth they can become whatever they please in order to disguise themselves, to take the lifeblood of the world's core, and under their Lord's command, they would survive.

These metallic creatures, the Decepticons, only saw this world in black and white, with humans and their protectors the Autobots who dare stand against them as parasites, only nuisances and false prophets to be destroyed and left with nothing else. With their disguises, they would be the ones that haunt the deepest halls of the twisted nocturne; the demons that hide under the cloak of simple machinery only to be instruments of god-like control when the time was right. They would be the monsters that the pitiful humans that would come out and feed on their screaming. They could be as strong as the might of their many gods, conquest their only desire, as fragile as a spider's web or the wings of a butterfly, or be in between, all the more threatening.

The Decepticons are all of these things and yet none of them at the same time. They were not of the world they now dwell, nor were they anything back on Cybertron, only facets to the destruction of the planet where its death was inevitable. In their revolution, started by the all mighty Megatron, it would be rebirth for which their home would return to once they have the world at their hands.

The creatures take shape of any technology that humans depend on, and what the Autobots will see at the end of all the megacycles wasted upon endless battles ending in complete and utter destruction. They did not care that they would eventually become the ones who would be damned, all because of their Lord and Master, even if they had the Earth to take. They did not care if they would be the ones to pay for what nightmares and deaths they have caused; in the bitter end for them, they would be fools of damnation, but they wouldn't care. The Decepticons had left everything back on Cybertron, so they had nothing to become but demons to the fleshlings and the nemeses of the Autobots, for all time until the last drop of lifeblood has shed.