A/N: hi you guys! Here is the next chapter in our story. Sorry but I'll be on hiatus all next week due to some work related stuff and won't have time to post new stories nor write them. Work sucks but whatever. On with the show.
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In The Old One's Dreams: Phantasmal Visions of Mental Warfare
In the Old One's dreams, he dreamt of a man woven into the fabric of time and space. In the Old One's dreams he saw this man this throw his heart into the cosmic void and drowned himself in the darkness of his mind. In the Old One's dreams, he saw this man being feed tears of Babylon by a mighty serpent and his hunger…insatiable. Into the dark void he was baptized and journeyed as a son but soon returned as a bringer of chaos and destroyer of worlds. The emptiness in the man's eyes were dark and frigid for he no longer bore a soul. In the Old One's dreams, he dreamt of the universe; a corpse to be mutilated and raped by the darkness of this man's wrath and hatred. In the Old One's dreams, the sun of life refused to shine and the bringer of freedom was silenced by the bringer of light who served the harbinger of chaos. For peaceful the man once was but soon corrupted by the greed of power and the powers that brought him up. In the Old One's dreams, the universe died and could not be brought back to life for only darkness and silence ruled in the kingdom of life and light.
The Reflection
When I was younger my life was fruitful and just. But soon my life turned for the worst and many battles did I fight if only for the amusement of other who deemed my soul not privileged enough to dwell with the likes of their kind. From the Pits I fought and drew blood that, to this day, I still wear as a badge of honor from those I deemed not worthy enough to walk with me nor in my shadow. In temples and shrines, many spoke of a hero to break the caste system that ruled my native home but yet they still did not take matters in their own hands. The high and mighty I saw and their eyes did not connect with mine for they saw the growing warrior and darkness that took root in my soul. Battles continued on and cheers did rise in praise and glory by the twisted spectacle before them as blood of once great men, in my eyes, laid lifelessly and robbed of any hope or release from this prison. Yet as the battles drew on and on I found no solace nor wisdom in the truth that my mind was falling into madness as I kept drinking and becoming drunk by the alcohol victory, and so I was left to understand that my madness…could not be cured. No monk or sage, priest or shaman, philosopher or elder could remedy the hunger that stirred in the remains of my soul of the dreams of ruling over my people with an iron fist and only darkness may lay claim to the kingdom that I desire. To secure victory I must do something. Something! Anything! What must be done! If only to secure my rightful place as ruler and king over these pathetic excuses of beings, but alas what must I do? What must I do…now the answer has come to me for it was in front of me this whole time and continuously I ignored that which was in front of me the whole time or at least inside of me? Looking into the darkness of the void I stared at my former self who at once only wished to free his people, and not be a conqueror, represented what I had forgotten…my heart. Gripping my heart and pulling with the force that none had seen before I ripped it from my being and stared at it only to rejoice in the feeling of no longer possessing what many others so foolishly carry as if it would bring them great fortune. With a final look I threw my heart into the cosmic void and screamed in fury for that was all that remained and still remains in me. There is no pace for one with a heart in the kingdom I will make with my hands and in my image for none are or were so deeply starving such as I for the building of a new set of rules and the only ones are; death, destruction, suppression, evil, cruelty, malice, and ever eternal hatred for all things pure in light. Purity in eternal darkness is the only thing that matters. Let it be written! Let it be done! BEHOLD AS I WALK TOWARDS THE BLACKENED LIGHT!
The confession
From the many battles I have fought I have only known victory and victory was in my hands until my enemies escaped. Never have I ever felt such disappointment in my entire life before this. I followed them through the portal only to be stranded with them on this planet that is somewhat like my own but vastly different. Such color and beauty that it made my stomach turn in disgust and the life here on this pathetic rock so small and fragile I still wondered as to how they managed to live this far along in the spectrum of creation. Yea it may be so that they are small but large in number so that my kingdom be built here as well for these beings would be greatly useful in constructing it. There are too many of them but they seem to populate at an alarming rate that I figure should I lose but tens of thousands a million would take their place since they themselves are unable to control their promiscuous ways with one another. With a smile on my face I dream of gathering them up like cattle and forcing them to build and worship me until they die and wither away from the stage of existence. Unfortunately though, my enemy has taken an oath in the security and wellbeing of the insignificant creatures that dwelled here and so ignorantly proclaimed themselves the dominant species. Many battles we have fought but the more so I am faced with betrayal from those aligned with me and have faced losses from being beaten by one whom I have recently called my brother though he is my enemy. But if anything, I see a ghostly image of what I could have been if I had not sworn myself to darkness and cruelty so that I am left to wonder about the other path I had refused so long ago. I admit that the times I had fought with this warrior I desperately wished he were my brother and that he would rule alongside me and the two of us would bring chaos to this galaxy. Alas it would not be for he is the sun that I wish to destroy and I am the star that envies his light for he is most loved by all and I the most hated. It is only now that I confess this for deep inside of me lost in the blackness I feel that the same blood that flows in me and the destroyer of all will one day enslave me to his will and I…will be left to suffer in his shackles.
The Salvation
Once again I have shattered the hopes of the one whom proclaims himself protector of all things may it be man or machine. I had found a weakness in the armor of my enemy but I always refuse to act upon it. My most trusted subordinate may have also thought of it as well but yet I feel that he may not wish to tell due to his insecurity of the possible solution. I have thought of it many times during our time here and I admit it has kept me up due to trying to understand or comprehend the importance these humans, as they are called, and wonder; why so much for this species? Why this group of humans? What do they offer? It is only now that I think most heavily than before and so I must formulate an experiment so that I may understand that which I do not. Many times before my enemy has thought me dead but with this blood I am refused by death himself mostly because I think we have been great business partners and our partnership was interestingly fruitful, although I fear I too will meet my end one day if not sooner than what I hope for. Looking back on all that I have done it pains me to know that I have much more to do still and to me there is not enough time for me to fully enjoy the possibilities of me being grand ruler of all! Damn my enemy for too long you have been a thorn in my side and know this; You will meet your end my hand as I tear out your heart and show it to those you have protected for so long. My madness will be absolved once I have done what I must. Your death will be the most sweetest of things to me and a gift to the empire I will create over your corpse as I rule both this land and our home.
A/N: So I wanted to do something else and instead chose to write in Megatron's point of view mostly because I wanted to bring in a new character into the story instead of being mentioned. Don't worry we will get back into JunexJack smut and a little surprise. The way I wrote this is loosely based and inspired by Nargaroth's Album Spectral Visions of Mental Warfare (or at least two of their songs). Don't worry I'm only using them for inspiration so don't sue me cuz I has no money. Review and comment please. Thank you.