Chapter 1 Victory
Energon dripped off the sword in thick currents. Megatron revealed in its glory. This was not the life force of just any transformer, it was that of a Prime. His Prime. Optimus Prime lay there at his feet, his hands weakly grasping at the wound at his side. It was over and they both knew it.
Megatron had won. He had charged into battle and had emerged victorious. He kneeled next to the dying Prime. He wanted to see those cursed optics, filled with curiosity, and Primus damn it, acceptance, dim and shutter close. Optimus's optics whom he had looked into so many times before, first as Orion Pax and now as Optimus had never changed. Sure Optimus moved with more confidence and spoke with conviction. Sure he was taller, stronger, and deadly. But it was still him.
And it was that essence that held Megatron in place. No matter what their differences had been, Megatron had to admit that he had been an honorable mech. And with a slight pang he realized he was watching the last Prime of Cybertron die. Optimus gave him a last smile. A real smile. Like the ones Orion had smiled at him as they sat in Iacon's golden library discussing their plans to talk to the council. And those optics that Megatron hated dimed and so Optimus joined the Allspark.
Megatron stood and let out a mighty roar. He had won the universe. No one had the power to stop him. And he marched forward as his army gathered round. The last Autobots had surrendered their optics dripping coolant and glaring defiantly at the war lord. And with a laugh, a flick of his wrist, Megatron turned around to heading to the Nemesis as the last of the Primes' soldiers were killed.