Sequential
By SMYGO4EVA
Intelligent mechanical beings can go only so far in the vast universe, the thin black liquid of the unknown swirling around and around. Wars that have lasted for thousands of vorns feel like a millisecond in the processor to the warriors; so dark it was, just like everything else that now existed to them. The depths of space were not enough to quell the enemies' conquest of destruction, as every passing noise sounded torturously similar to the screams of both the living and the dead entries lost eternally.
The destined wielder of the Matrix of Leadership, Optimus Prime, knew that all too well. It haunted him in the back of his processor, through all battles and all life-energy shed upon rusted rocks, spilt energon and precious metal tinged in the air, it would never be like it was. At times, when he would fight, with all his might and power, he would lose himself, caught in the skirmish, just wishing to end the war and prolong the enemy's suffering. At each moment and a nanoklik following that, another entity would perish, and yet another life would be lost all because of the war. He would be to blame for their deaths, their efforts truly for the sake of all those like them, and he failed to save them. For this, he does not live, on and off the battlefield, no matter how much he tries to, ever watching and ever rooted to the vorns passing by before him; he simply exists for the sake of the dawn's torso to rise and begin again.
The demon of non-organic being, machinery and all warrior, Megatron would thrive on the battle cries of his soldiers, his army, his devoted followers, as they were what kept him strong, that kept him quenched from the thirst of lifeblood. Rooted to his ideals, of which all beings will follow at once, he destroys those who dare scar him in battle; the tyrant had swathes of the life-energy of those before him through his veins, surging and ever-waiting to slay the last Prime. He would do so with sadistic delight, insanity now the fuel to him as power was to the gods, and nothing, absolutely nothing, would destroy his regime, not even Optimus Prime who would gladly become one with the All Spark, with martyrdom as his one wish. He was powerful and he would have all worlds as his feet soon enough, with all answers at his beckoning.
The war was all for that one moment in time for which the two leaders were responsible for, determining who would be the true deity, who was truly unstoppable, and who would be victorious. Rune-carved armor would be beyond repair, life-energy shed in recognition of the weak and the powerful, roars of the mighty converging and becoming one with what gods were fight to the death for what predated time. This forsaken blood feud they knew had to, no, needed to end, an old year dying and a new year being born before they knew it and it thus was a sequential price for the very end.
