A/N: Woot! New chapter!
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Under the Devil's Watchful Eyes
By: Biofreak659
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Megatron glanced at the crumpled form of Blackarachnia.
The spider had collapsed upon entering his main control bridge and was lying in, what he perceived to be anyways, unconsciousness.
Either that or emotional agony.
He didn't entirely know why he had let her live. She had been a thorn in his side since the Beast Wars, and being on Cybertron hadn't changed anything. Perhaps...No, it was preposterous!
But still...
She was a Predacon.
Oh, the Predacon shell program had been removed, but, at heart, she was still one of them. He could see how they didn't trust her. He didn't miss the glares they gave her during the Beast Wars, nor the snide comments when she was out of earshot. The rat especially...
He hated the Vermin.
Calling his Predacon a traitor, when the rat himself had bargained with Megatron for weapons.
Weapons.
The Vermin would sell out his friends for weapons.
How dare he accuse the spider of treachery, when she only longed for the companionship of her...Silverbolt.
Oh, he hated that name, that noblename, that name that took his Predacon!
How dare the dog betray him; how dare the widow betray him.
But, he had won now, the dog hadn't even known himself when the Demons attacked.
The Demons...
The Maximals had dug too deep, they were always running, lower and lower, into Cybertron's depths. The Demons had been sealed away, trapped, underground by Primus himself, or so the legends said. Megatron didn't believe in any god, but he only knew what he had managed to glean from his excursions into the vast databanks of Cybertron's central computer, and the annals of history claimed one existed.
They had released the nightmares.
Or perhaps it was his own Vehicons, no one knew. No one alive, anyway.
The spider stirred. And outside, the Demons howled.
Megatron had been too lost in his own thoughts to notice her movements at first, but the sound of the monsters snapped his mind back to reality.
He looked at her.
She had always seemed frail, but now she seemed more so. She looked as if the weights of a thousand moons had come crashing upon her. He could not see her face, but judging from her hunched back and shaking shoulders, he could only assume she hid her tears from him.
"Now Blackarachnia, I never thought it likely for you to weep in the face of Demons."
Megatron's smooth voice broke the silence of the air.
Blackarachnia spun around, her face holding an expression of livid fury at his arrogance.
"What do you know of Demons!" Her hiss startled Megatron, usually she acted at a weak shadow of her former self, however, it seemed that, in her rage, she was coming back.
Interesting...
He turned away from her, back to his central computer, and brought the file on Demons he had absorbed up onto a monitor. She didn't notice. Megatron assumed she was too busy with her sorrow.
He began to talk, explaining what he had found, why the Demons came, where they were from.
She didn't listen.
To Megatron.
"Silence!"
It was a simple command, easy to understand and interpret.
It was one she completely ignored.
"Don't you dare tell me to shut up! You idiotic, pseudo-genius, you have no idea what's happening! I've had enough of your ego!"
"My ego? You were the one who released them. You and your pathetic Maximals."
"You drove us down to them!"
"You refused to become one with Cybertron."
"You sick monster.", Her voice was deadly quiet as she spoke. "You sick monster!", The scream erupted from her mouth. "You assume to control this planet, but you control nothing!"
She turned and stormed down the walkway towards the exit.
Then the floor fell away.
And so did her hope.
She didn't turn.
She didn't need to, to know she was under the Devil's watchful eyes.
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A/N: Man, I need to write something happy, this angsty stuff is bringing me down. Oh, and, WOOHOO!! Finals are over!