A Fury Divine
By SMYGO4EVA
Breakdown had always thought it seemed to be an easy enough choice to become a Decepticon. So much of existence to the bruiser was about breaking things, all in the name of destruction and chaos.
The noise of breaking it all down bit by bit always filled his audio receptors, the sounds of the ground cracking into a high-pitched scream as earthen wood and mud broke into numerous pieces. The gale's force of the winds and boiling liquids would send its hosts flying about into more mashing and grinding of matter, all in the name of the Decepticon cause.
Dreadwing knew the blaring of the soldiers of war, howling, baying, then tearing into their prey—ignorance and panic on the battlefield. The crescendo of the harsh notes of anger soon were clashing together in a cacophony of argument and warring tongues over any difference of emotion or hesitation.
The list could go on and on for a Decepticon, as all cataclysms seemingly brought them joy. The one they seldom heard, but they continued on with the cause of their formidable leader, a cause rarely sought out openly in existence.
A fury divine in both lullaby and in destruction would be in slowed unison with their own. They knew that there would be nothing but the silence enveloping in the AllSpark. Nothing else in proximity but invisible darkness and truthful murmurs would be present in the fury silenced.
They wouldn't be lying if they wanted peace…but it wasn't the whole truth either.
It was not the same for either of them.