Of Angels And Demons

By: MyNameIsJag

Part Two

Disclaimer: I wish to own things I could never have, but for that reason I can give you these words instead. I own nothing that has to do with TF.

Notes: A big thanks to all who reviewed and wished for the second part. It is your reviews that inspire me to write. ( CaMaRoFan14, robina852, spiderqueen1, Matron, the insane one of another mind, Katea-Nui, (She reviews most of my stories and so a big thanks to her and please stop by her page and read some of her great stories.) A Ratchet plushi for you all! Now includes wings and halo and of course Matron's wrench from her review. Go on, cuddle him, he needs it.

-'Whooaaa ooohohoooo, Mona Lisa, guaranteed to run this town, whoa ooohohooo, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown. He senses something, call it desperation, another dollar, another day. And if she had the proper words to say, she would tell him, but she'd have nothing left to sell him.'-

Out of context of The Ballad Of Mona Lisa: Panic! At The Disco

The hidden demon licked his lips as he leaned back against the wall of the medbay, it had been weeks since he last tasted the divine meal. He could feel his brother mirror his hunger, the two were waiting to be fixed up after the recent battle, they could heal on their own but the temptation of having those cherry servos on them was too much. He watched as the little mech seemed to dance within and out of the crowd, most there to make sure their mates or beloved were okay, his pedes leading him to who needed to be healed next. It seemed only blessed medics had the gift to drift back and forth like a ghost to tend to the many patients, not that First Aid or Swoop weren't good…but it was just something else about the older ambulance. He sorta wished the two apprentices would partake in the old tradition, once purified, they gave off a scent that only his kind could detect. A soft almost sweet smell that screamed reassurance and protection, the smell of the good lord hung on them to keep his kind at bay. Most of the damned preferred something a little more hefty and dark, something to remind them of the pits they called home. But he loved the medic's scent and could drown himself in it, but since only he and the Prime, being bearer of the Matrix, gave off the smell mixed along with their own, he could only have it when he was near one of the two and there was no way he was going to go sniff Optimus. Besides, he had a little angel to do that with.

His brother nearly moaned, the sight was a gorgeous one…energon smeared everywhere as mechs fought for their lives with little hope to carry on. Screams of pain and agony, funny it only seemed to come from the younger medics patients, cries of lost bonds and the broken will of those who were once strong. Oh, yes, they loved scenes like this…it showed the hidden layers of the poor fools before them…it was wonderful. He desperately wished for the idiotic Prime to fail in his attempts to heal, not that the yellow twin liked the Autobot's rival any better, but he was brought here to make sure the leader fell. He nearly snickered as Aid was working on Prime, Ratchet rushing to close cut lines and replace shattered spark casings of others in more dire help, he could feel the Matrix upset over an 'unclean' mech fixing it's container. Being what he was, he was able to sense such things that involved the hidden layers of the two gods. Optimus may not be picky and trusted everyone with such tasks but the Matrix was a part of the good lord and it wasn't happy with the condition when an actually blessed was nearby.

He could soak in the life energon of his comrades and enemies alike all day if he was allowed to, simply let the fluid flow around him in a mocking bath. The other half of his spark could sense his thoughts and he could feel both of their systems pick up from the fantasy the likes only his kind enjoyed. Much like the bath houses at the Pit. The image of warm liquid dripping down from nearly dead mechs and femmes alike would fuel the pool with heat and a fresh source as the damned loved to drink in the supply, wires and lines were hung for decoration and used to place the more colorful plates taken from the living. He nearly chuckled out loud from a memory of him and his twin's first wash there, the two were created from the remaining husks of the betrayed, their 'sparks' infused from the hatred and darkness that their master used to give them 'life', the young mech was thrilled to find a whole optic in the pool and happily chomped down on it. It was so wonderful to feel the crunch of still living wires, the fine glass had a taste all it's own…

He let out a groan remembering how good it felt as the life source dripped from his shell, first warm but quick to leave a cooling trail that stuck to his skin. His involuntary sound attracted a pair of crystal optics, the medic had turned to a sound that was out of place only to be caught in the stare of the demon. The damn quickly gave a flash of his true optic colors and a slight smirk, it snapped the white mech out of his gaze with a shiver and he returned to his duty.

He glanced over at his brother, who had a steady gaze on their prey…no…he was already caught…he was their pet. The energon stained upon those life given servos and splattered across the white plates as they were driven into the other's chest, they would have to clean him later…and they so loved to do so… Where their living skin would be filthy from the dead, his was from the life he gave. Finally his sibling glanced over at him, a wicked smile shown, he was so enjoying this…the results from the battle were nearly as good as being in them. They could feel the excitement and thrill running through them, the cries of the dead echoed on their audios, the darker ones screaming for revenge, the weaker ones begging for freedom as they cried from their eternal punishment. It was pure music to them and combined with the horror filled notes of the medbay…it was a blistering heat filled pleasure to hear! It aroused them in so many wrong ways, well, wrong to the ones around them but for their kind there wasn't a stronger fervor.

He took a deep intake, the intoxicating perfume of a energon soaked medbay filled him, yes…today was a great day…he wanted so badly to laugh out loud…perhaps it would make them question his sanity even more…then again he and his brother were never sane to begin with! He wanted to drag his brother and their fallen angel into a frenzy of energon, where they would devour all they could, feeding like the beast they were and let their pet watch in desperation and horror as they dragged him down from the good lord's pedestal. It made their master so happy to anger the life giver and their pleasure to do so, especially when the act was so rewarding.

Optics scanned the room, he would have to immortalize this scene in a painting one day…perhaps after they play with their pet and finish off what remains of the fallen no one had notice laying around. Energon was good…but nothing filled them more then the life source that had once ran through an actual living being. He finally stopped his scan on a particular image, the good lord's given protector and the blessed medic…they seemed to stand out in this perfect picture. A light that seemed to envelope them, wrapped around the two in holy moment has the bigger mech had decided to take one of those life saving servos.

The elder laws wouldn't have allowed anyone to hold the given gift of a cleansed being, it was thought whoever it was would taint the skin. But the Prime was the Matrix holder, he was as pure as the living would get, and the light within his chassis had reached through him in attempt to save the white angel from falling into their clawed servos.

The demons faces screwed up in a manner that nearly resembled what the tried to hide as a light brush of a larger servo danced over the features of their pet. A light stroke of a thumb and they could literally feel the binds they had placed around their prey fall and like their master, they were raged! This mortal god dared to save the broken being from them, they would do what they wished with him, the great creator's influence shall be damned! Try as the Prime might, the energy of the Matrix wouldn't be there forever to force back their darkness and they will take what was theirs… They would bring about the day were all they would bath in his life and drown the others in the Master's shadows!

Come one, come all to their game! There is no winners, only death! And it will be glorious.

And within the light, the two beings of Primus let the lord's warmth flow through as the traces of dark removed itself in fear and purity sprang forth in the need to protect what was needed. As much as the demons had over the angel's body…his spark shall remain pure and clear and shall remain in Primus's protection. Both in spirit and in the form of the lord's most beloved creation.

R&R

Here is the second part, I went into a little detail in the first about Ratchet and the blessed, so this chapter was about the demons and the damned.

I love it when you people review, so please send in more. If you want a third part, please tell me and suggestions are always nice.

Yay, Ratchet has a savior, but how will he survive against two demons and the damn?

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