Chapter 10

On the other side of the gate that The Fallen and his followers were about to open, a creature was waiting that was beyond any understanding.

The being was watching, sensing the events that were happening at the end of the tunnel that was about to be created, the forming of the way that would once again give him access to another universe.

And he had been waiting for a long time.

Many of the ones who knew of his existence thought that he and this world where he was residing in were one and the same. But they were wrong.

The actual beginning of his existence predated the start of time itself. He was there since the dawn of the multiverse and beyond.

Like Unicron he was one of the beings that the cosmic guardian Primus had once labeled as the dark of them were forces of destruction, nameless terrors from before the beginning of time.

His presence had manifested itself into this dimension a long time ago and then it began to reach out.

This universe had been his for countless millions of years by now. He was controlling and driving every aspect, every particle of this reality. Once it had been a world not unlike many others out there in the eternity, stars, galaxies, planets, life, entire civilizations, millions of them, cosmic alliances and empires, gone now, eradicated by his hand.

He had consumed this dimension piece by piece, twisted it into his image, the suns became novae, the world fell into global disasters, the life killed each other in endless wars or mass insanity, until it was all his.

To serve his ever present craving he kept it in an eternal circle of never ending destruction, pain and chaos, one plane of existence created in his image, at one point he had even created new life just to have them wipe each other out.

But ultimately he wanted, needed more.

In the end everything that existed in this world now only came from him, only to be devoured by him. It was a closed circle.

But he as the incarnation of destruction needed something more.

And he would have it.

Some time ago, nine million years by the time scale of the universe his opponents originated in, his wish had nearly been fulfilled, by an random experiment of a species whose arrogance had been greater than it´s knowledge. Accidentally they had created a hole in their world and opened so a gate to his.

For a short moment he had what he wanted, a new world to annihilate and reform, a new field of unlimited terror.

But that gate had not been open long enough. Only a small part of his consciousness was able to enter. It was however more than enough to bring their planet and their species their death.

Then he met the Transformers, who left that small part of him behind on the world he had turned into a wasteland, denying him access to the rest of their universe.

Millions of years later he had tried to open another gate, together with his new ally the former servant of Unicron and he was once again stopped by them.

But this time he would finally succeed.

This new gate would lead him into a new universe, completely new, while nearly identical to the last one he had targeted, all enemies who could have stopped him didn´t exist there. It was a new world without any resistance.

He sensed his ally waiting at the other side, preparing, just like he was here.

Soon, very soon.