VI. Angeleyes


"What are you doing?"

"Preparing my breakfast. Duh!"

It was early in the morning, just after he had fed the sparklings their share of daily energon. The sun was about to rise as the birds flew above him.

The human was out and about, dressed in nothing but a pair of clothing that covered her chest and her loins. Strands of hair framed her faceplates as the rest of it was tied to the top of her head in a circle.

"I thought humans would be uncomfortable due to how cold it is." Megatron poked her which earned him a yelp from the tiny being. "So pray tell why you barely have any clothes?"

She glares at him as she placed a servo on her hip. "Listen. This campfire may be normal—or even a little smaller— for you, but to me it's bigger than a house on fire," Persephone explained, gesturing to the ground beneath her bare feet. "I mean, look at the ground! It doesn't have an inch of snow!"

Megatron glanced at her with a raised optic ridge. Humans are weird, one moment it's too cold and the next it's too hot.

They're so picky.

He watched her move, gathering some of the flaming wood with her strange human device and rushing to put it down somewhere away from the gigantic—gigantic compared to her—fire; putting the metal black pot on top of it.

With nothing better to do, Megatron sits down and observes her.

"I'm worried when the snow melts," She said as she closed the lid after throwing some water and a few things inside. "Storing meat would be a problem."

"Why not buy those things humans use to chill food?"

"A refrigerator? There's no electricity here, it won't work."

She sat down near his digits as she grabbed a towel and wiped the droplets that dripped from her body. "How are you?" Persephone turned to look at him, optics wide with curiosity.

He snorts at her as if she had told him a joke.

"Why do you ask, femme?"

She shrugs with a smile on her face, leaning against his servo. "I just still can't believe you're real," Persephone softly says. "So, I asked how are you so I can familiarize myself that you're a person and not a figment of my imagination."

He moves his servo away which make her fall flat on her back. Persephone scrunched her nose and gave him a look afterwards.

"None of your concern," He grumbled, scratching a thin layer of frost on his arm.

She laughed, "Yeah, that's understandable."

"How is your wound?"

"My what?"

Megatron nudges her left limb. "That wound you had given yourself," He clarified to the human. "Is it healing?"

Persephone sits up, glancing at her limb. "It's not infected, which is great. So, I guess it's alright."

The human had bought a little house—a tent as she had called it—and it was bigger than her. Something she had set up when they arrived last night. "Where did you find them?" She nods to the younglings who went to sleep right after he fed them. "The sparklings, I mean. How'd you come across them?"

He glanced at them before his optics settled on the cackling fire. "I decided to go up North after all of the fiasco at Chicago," Megatron rumbled as he recalled the events. "I found them; abandoned by their creators who were nowhere to be found. I'm not surprised if they were captured by Cemetery Wind."

"What about your army? Soundwave, Starscream and the others?" He looked at her as she asked. "What happened to them?"

"I lost contact with them after the battle. I ordered them to retreat before I went off the radar."

"I see."

Megatron poked her, which earned a yelp from the small femme. "Tell me about yourself," He said as he laid down to look at the sky. "I assume that someone with vast knowledge about the events of my universe would have an interesting routine."

The warlord hears her laugh, chortling even.

"If I tell you, I'll have to kill you." He hears the jest in her words, her voice sounds as if. "I refuse to reveal my secrets to you, Lord Megatron." Megatron looks at her only to find her grinning at him. "After all, I doubt your mortal mind could comprehend such horrors!"

This got Megatron's attention; a smirk working its way up his dermas as he watched her snicker. "Oh? I'm sure it can't be that bad," He replied.

His fingers plucked her from the ground, placing her at the back of his free servo that was positioned above his chassis; a little near his faceplates. Persephone screamed in surprise and latched on to the metal she was placed on, which made him laugh.

"Asshole." She scoffed at him.

"Well? Tell me femme," He urged her.

"Do I have to?"

"It is an order from your superior."

She crossed her arms. A thoughtful look on her little face as her hair pools behind her onto his servo. It tickled him despite its softness. "Well, for starters, I have a family—mom, my oldest brother, and older sister." Persephone started. "Mom went overseas to work while our aunts—mom's sisters—took care of us. It... wasn't fun because just the little things we get scolded. So, it's always just me and my siblings when mom hasn't come home. Oh! And don't get me started when they would smack us with hangers."

He must've looked surprised, because she laughed at him. "Surprising? I know. God, just over the little things. The hangers would break and we'd get wounds from that, that or they pinch us so hard that you could feel their nails in your flesh," The human femme recalled with a shrug. "And when mom started noticing the wounds when she came home, they changed to verbal attacks. But...meh. I'm just glad we cut them off."

"Please stop...","I'm not going crazy...","I'll be behave, just stop..."

Those words finally made sense, given with what she had told them.

"I became a digital artist! I have talent with drawing and cooking–" She gasped. "Wait. Fuck! Megatron put me down, please." The femme said it with such urgency that he was compelled to comply.

He sat up as he watched her run to her makeshift fire, checking the metal pot. Megatron didn't know why, but he felt... pity towards her?

He wasn't so dense as to not be able to put two and two together—she was abused. Her and her siblings were. He recognised the pleading in her voice last night, but Megatron didn't exactly want to assume.

Not to mention he didn't exactly want to meddle with human affairs.

However, she was a Decepticon now. And as far as he could see for now, she was the only ally and soldier he has. It didn't hurt to learn about her.

Besides, her having a spark could be valuable to him—and without a doubt, it will be. Megatron decided that it would be best to put her with the higher ranks, to show her that he trusts her and that she could trust him.

In that way, she'd be more willing to oblige with his demands.

"Anyways, as I was saying," The human femme dragged him out if his thoughts. She sets down her pot as she placed a towel and sat on the cloth. "I'm an excellent cook, and I have a talent of being an artist."

The way she tilts her head upwards, with a grin, optics closed and that little bob of her shoulders was without a doubt made her proud of her talents.

"Ah, so you have a knack for the arts?" Megatron hummed, interests piqued. "Do you also admire poetry, human?"

She swallowed her food and replied, "Fuck yeah! Poetry is so good. You should read some of Edgar Allan Poe's works! I think you'd like them."

"Yes, his works are excellent I must admit." Megatron agreed, feeling giddy that someone recognizes real luxury.

"Dude, if someone wrote me a poem of how much they love me and what they would do for me," There's this starry look in her optics, how they seem to mimic the night sky as she smiled. "I would immediately marry them. Like on the spot."

Megatron laughed. "I understand, femme. After all, it is quite the honor to be someone's muse."

"Preach!" She giggled before wolfing down her meal. "No offence to you, but did anyone ever told you that you look like the devil."

"The devil?" He laughed, shaking his helm.

"He's a terrifying figure. The antithesis of truth. A fallen angel who terrorizes the world through evil." She explained.

He thinks for a second, observing the tiny human. "Tell me, Persephone. If you see me as this 'devil' then why are you not... threatened by my presence?"

Her face flushed when he called her by her name, cheeks dusting red at his words.

Back then, he could see humans turning red when embarrassed or by something else and thought that they looked weird.

Disgusting.

Horrid, even.

But her? The shade of her cheeks being red had seemed to make her... tolerable to look at.

Persephone smiles at him. "Humans are curious creatures. Maybe I just want to know more about you." She walks up to him, the mounds of flesh on her chassis bounced softly when she did. "Besides, it's not every day I get to talk to a cybertronian."

"You're an interesting one, I must admit." He said as he offered a servo to her. "Quite foolish too."

"My thirst for knowledge is never easily satisfied." Persephone shrugs. "My brother did say that I should 'live a little'. After all, you only live once."

She obediently climbs up the metal hand. Megatron marvels at how small she is in his palm. So tiny. So fragile.

"Am I allowed to leave, if I want to?" Persephone asked, optics focused on the area where they went through to travel towards the open road.

"You may flee and run your mouth as soon as you get the chance." Megatron's voice suddenly seems a lot darker. "Although, I cannot guarantee you would live long enough to do so."

"So, I'm your prisoner?"

"If you chose to step down from being a Decepticon."

Her eyes were dark and huge, there were no stars on Earth's sky when it is morning and yet he could see the vast cosmos within hers. "Interesting how I have no choice," Persephone snorts as she crossed her arms.

"But you do," Megatron corrects her. "You can either choose to be my ally—to serve me as your master and leader—or you can be a miserable prisoner."

She has the audacity to huff.

"I guess it's a good thing I wanted to be your ally," The human femme replied, shrugging her shoulders.

There's a look of concern on her face, brows furrowed downwards as she spoke, "What... what do you plan to do with Earth once you've succeeded?"

He thinks for a moment.

"Perhaps, I can leave it alone to enjoy the newly formed Cybertron," Megatron replied. "Obviously, I'd sustain you with your end of the agreement."

"But Earth would be destroyed, if not then you'd enslave humanity... won't you?"

"You already know the answer to that, little femme." Because Megatron may not know her for too long, but he assumes that knows more than she lets on. "And yet, you chose to ally yourself with me."

The twinkle in her optics disappear at his words and if it weren't for the fact that she was moving or breathing, he would've thought she was dead—her eyes turned lifeless. "Well, I'm no messiah. Whatever God or Deity it is that you believe in should have tried harder if it cares so much about this shitty planet."

"If I understood you correctly, you intend to watch your planet be destroyed and have your entire race possibly be wiped out?"

"If you allow me to get that far in this life," Persephone answered, smiling softly. "Could I also get front row seats?"

"Behave yourself, and I might."

"Well, I'm happy you'd consider, my Lord."

There was something about the way she addressed him as 'my Lord'.

He had heard it from his soldiers before and to those who swore allegiance to him. However, their tone was often filled with fear rather than respect. Soundwave's tone was with respect, but that was because he had been the warlord's ling time friend.

So to hear another being address him with such genuine respect... "Say that again." Megatron finds himself blurting out before he can rephrase the word.

Persephone tilts her head in confusion, optics blinking as she processed his words. "Pardon?" Shivering when a cold breeze blew past her; hair swaying behind her.

His sharp digit finds itself beneath her chin, aiding her delicately— he didn't want to cut her—to look at him, catching her off guard. "From now on, you must address me as 'My Lord' every now and then. You do not have to do it every time, but at least once a day I wish to hear you call me that."

Red makes her bearable to look at.

She simply smiled. "Of course. Anything you wish, my Lord."

The tyrant's spark hums in his its chamber, growing stronger the more she smiled at him.


Persephone lays in her tent, wrapped in loads of blankets as she thought about...

About the way his sharp fingers delicately made her look up with her chin.

She bangs her head on the mattress, screaming at the pillow as her heart flutters. Her legs kicking in glee.

"No, it means nothing." Persephone chanted. "That meant nothing and you fucking know it!" She hissed, pointing at the vacant space in front of her accusingly.

It was like her childish feelings for the tyrant just came back from the dead to be just another thing to worry about. God when she watched the movies he was hot.

But in person?

God must be real to bless her with that opportunity.

She had read so many fanfics regarding the warlord, but those were work of fiction. This was her reality now and it would take a fucking miracle for him to even like her.

Besides, she was a human—Persephone already lost the moment she was born as one.

It wasn't fair for him to deal with her emotions and feelings, but god his voice in person was so hot.

Persephone pulled her hair, gritting her teeth to keep her from fangirling. "I am so embarrassing."

She could hear Leon at the back of her head.

"Let's go. Hoe era PURR!" Is what he'd probably say to her or something encouraging like that.

Her sister would probably just tell her to embrace her feelings and her mom?

Oh, definitely her mother would probably go through the five stages of grief within thirty seconds if she ever found out her daughter was in love with an alien.

To be specific, a giant alien behemoth who had slain and would definitely be charged with war crimes if he was trialed and who is still planning to doom mankind; the cherry on top would be her being a part of it.

"Yeah, maybe it's alright that I'm alone in this universe," Persephone sheepishly said to herself.

And she paused.

Oh, right. Persephone remembered she was alone. That she had no family to go to or even visit and–

No time to think about this.

She didn't want to be sad. She had no time to be sad. Persephone was a Decepticon now—Megatron said so himself, after all. Would he think she was being pathetic if she cried a lot?

"You're not a helpless little girl anymore," Persephone said to herself with her eyes closed, hugging the covers tighter around her to feel the warmth. "You're safe. You're in control now, alright?" She muttered, comforting herself.

The time on her phone indicates that it's one in the morning, but she doesn't feel sleepy. Her body ached to move.

Making sure to put on her boots, Persephone walked over to where Megatron was. The giant behemoth tyrant was sound asleep. Careful not to flash the light in his eyes, she called out softly to him.

"Megatron?"

He didn't budge.

He stayed dead in the night.

Ah, that's good. Persephone turned around, plugging her headphones in and blasting Angeleyes by ABBA as she walked away. Feet tapping on the snow as she used the flashlight of her phone to light up her way.

Unaware of the red glowing eyes that watched her.

The first thing is does was venture towards the abandoned town. It wasn't too far, just a few minutes of walking and that was definitely something she needed right now.

To distract her from her own thoughts.

"–one look and you're hypnotized," She sang softly as she walked; dancing.

Persephone looks up, amazed at the vast sky filled with stars. It reminded her how small and insignificant she truly is. For now, that thought seemed untrue.

She had a purpose now.

Look into his angel eyes.

You'll think you're in paradise.

And one day you find out he's wearing a disguise.

Don't look too deep into those angel eyes.

The young woman bopped her head as she approached the town. She halts when a throbbing pain pierces through her skull, making her wince.

Persephone paused the music, her one eye squinted as she took in a deep breath to brace herself for another wave of pain to come.

God that hurt.

She stood still, cautiously moving until she was sure that there were no aftershocks. When she was comfortable enough, she resumed her music as she approached the area.

Her flashlight caught a glimpse of metal.

It sat on top of the building and with the way it was shaped, it was obviously a cross. "Oh, a church." Persephone recognized as she went around to the entrance.

The wooden stairs creaked, she felt the ground shake a little and when she stopped it stopped. Her feet slowly ascend the wooden stairs and open the old—probably decaying, even—door of the church.

Well, it wasn't a church. It's smaller and seemed more simple in its own way.

It's more of a chapel.

The pews were dusty and it wasn't spared to the elements that surrounded it. There were cobwebs and moths flying around.

A chill went down her spine making her shiver, Persephone looked around to see if there was anyone around; she had a feeling she was being watched.

Seeing no one around, Persephone shook off the feeling as she continued down the isle.

"This isn't what I had in mind when I said I wanted to walk down the isle one day," She laughed to herself, the music changing to Mercy by Hurts.

Persephone walks over to the altar, going behind it; careful to not disturb the white cloth that decorated the top of it.

As she stood in the middle of the place.

This looks so cool. Persephone thought as she looked at the place from where she stood with her phone.

Something straight out of a horror movie like Conjuring or–

Persephone hissed when a pain struck through the side of her head. She choked, hands flying to her head due to the pain.

Her eyes fluttered open— when did they closed shut?—and saw her phone on the table of the altar. She must've dropped it when her head hurt.

"Oh my god that fucking hurt," She winced as her fingers gently traced where it throbbed not too long ago.

Her chest tightened, to the point where she could feel her own flesh pressing against her own ribcage. Persephone choked out a gasp as she was sure the pain that spread throughout her head had cracked her skull.

She pressed her hand softly to her chest, hands shaking as her face scrunched up in agony.

Her lips trembled, open in a silent scream as the world seemed to spin; the pain went down her spine. Persephone's world blurred as she felt a coldness that dripped from her eye down her cheek.

MAKE IT STOP!

She looked down at her chest, and noticed there was a faint purple glow beneath her skin. Persephone herself wasn't sure if she's seeing her own veins glow purple, but the knot of panic tightened in her gut when the pain only increased.

The pain seeped into her body, her sides and the pain intensified when her own muscles had cramped.

One hand clenched to her chest while the other reached outwards in a pitiful attempt to cry for help.

She couldn't hear anything, but that high pitched ringing– MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!

The roof above her seemed to disappear only to be replaced by twinkling stars that seemed to be too bright and a pair of hellish red eyes that glowed like torches in the night.

Persephone could see him speaking but she couldn't hear him. "Meg–" She whimpered. "Megatron!"

It wasn't too long before she felt like she was going to fall backwards as he activated his own light. Persephone felt saw her hand reaching out to him with her veins glowing a soft lilac and–


End of Chapter VI


Author's Note:

Listen I got addicted to ABBA all over again as if it's cocaine at this point. No you may not stop me. Thank you.

—Stwawbewwy