XX. She Is Mine To Keep
It was snowing. The weather had been unkind and the world seemed to be enraged with the warlord. How? How did it come to this? Wait. No. He should have seen this coming.
Of course, she would bear the Mark of the Prime.
She had been chosen by the Allspark to be its vessel. He should have known. He should have–No. No, he did know. He had a hunch, but Megatron didn't pay any mind to it. After all, she was an organic. Surely an organic wouldn't bear the mark.
Oh, how wrong he is for that.
Persephone lay in the palm of his hand. Her braided hair tangled in curls as she slumbered, her chest heaving up and down slowly indicated that she was sleeping, and her body had returned to its prime shape. She looked healthy. She looked alive.
Even the veins on her body had stopped glowing, but the ancient cybertronian texts were still scribbled on her flesh. Megatron's digits closed around her.
He should kill her. Right here. Right now. Persephone mustn't reach Prime. If she does, then it's over for him and the Decepticons. He would be crushed. Defeated.
He moves to squish her head. A swift and painless death was what she deserved at least. For being his friend. His pet. His Persephone–
She moves to wrap her arms around his digits; the one he was supposed to squish her puny helm with. "Oh," a shaky breath leaves him at her actions.
No.
No, he couldn't do it.
Megatron couldn't find it in himself to kill her. His friend. His pet. His darling Persephone.
The softness of her helm against his digits was tempting to squish, but her arms that wrapped around his thumb stirs him to a different path.
Perhaps, Primus hated him. Perhaps, from the beginning, this was a curse for why else would he— and he alone —would meet this fleshling with her witty remarks and god-like knowledge.
His gaze softened. No, he thought to himself, I cannot harm you. I have vowed not to. And though his spark's offer was declined, Megatron had made a promise to her.
He knows to himself that he loves her. And although he had hurt her, since she had been brought back to life, Megatron decided that he would make it up to her. It was the least he could do after hurting her.
Oh, how hurt and used she must have felt.
Then again, she did agree to be his pet. Still. That was no excuse to treat her so carelessly.
The warlord cradles her in his servo, cooing at her when she turns her back on him; the ancient glyphs shining purple when light hits it. Looking at her, she looked so... breathtaking.
So long as she does not make contact with Prime, she is his to keep. He would definitely place her in such a high position once they have returned. Not just his pet, but his equal.
Carefully, he brings her close to he faceplates and plants a soft kiss upon her helm. Humans loved to be pampered with kisses, right?
If that's what she demanded then who was he to deny it?
He transforms back into his alternate mode, metal gliding against metal as he did so. Megatron was gentle in doing so to prevent Persephone from getting hurt. Once she was safely secured, he flew back to where the Decepticons were.
Unaware of a small tiny human catching sight of him and taking a picture.
When Megatron returned, the Earth Star had finally taken its place in the sky. He cradles Persephone's unconscious body close to him. Starscream was the first to approach, a worried look on his Second-in-Command's face.
"Lord Megatron, I know that it is hard," Starscream begins, "but she has offlined. I believe it would be best if she were to be buried."
The warlord looks at him, sensing the genuine sorrow coming from the seeker. He smiles at him and says, "Worry not, Starscream. Persephone is alive."
Silence.
Barricade scoots over to Soundwave and mutters, "I think he's lost it." He looks at the warlord worriedly.
Megatron contemplates on shooting him but decides against it. That day was a day of celebrations for his Persephone had returned to him. "No. I have my processors intact," He snarled at him before smiling and stretching out his palm to show the sleeping human femme in his grasps, "In fact, see for yourselves."
Starscream immediately approached, looking at the femme in worry. He stops in his actions, his helm slowly rising to look at Megatron. "My Lord, why does she," he sniffs the air, "smell like Prime?"
"You've got to be joking." Barricade walks over the sniff the femme, his eyes widening. "Lord Megatron?" And Megatron could see the same question on his face.
The warlord grins as he raises his servo, Persephone's limbs dangling off of it.
"For a while, I have kept this human femme as my pet. As a means of entertainment. As my ally," Megatron says with a triumphant smirk, "And in her mysterious resurrection, I had found the reason for her existence," a deranged smile crosses his face, "Persephone Villamora. The bearer of the Prime's Mark."
Murmurs broke out amongst the Decepticons. Starscream spoke, "But, My Lord, that would mean we have to kill her."
"You seem saddened by the thought, Starscream. And here I thought you enjoyed trampling over the weak," Megatron teased and laughed. "No. Fret not. She will not be killed. No. No."
"Soundwave. Permission to speak, Lord Megatron?" the Communications Officer approaches and when Megatron nods his head, he says, "What of the Prime? Would not that mean that he would attempt to immediately find her?"
"Of course, but I doubt that Prime would move to destroy everything in his path. After all, humans are very critical of him as we speak, no?" Megatron chortled. "Humans can do so little, after all. They couldn't find most of their missing kin, what makes you think they'd find her?"
Laserbreak asked, "But how did they know about her existence before the mark manifested itself? The Autobots do not know of our location, otherwise they would have stormed the place by then."
"That I do not know, yet it seems not to matter. The important thing is that we have the Allspark with us." Megatron's shoulder shook with joy. "With her at my side, she could build us soldiers. Armies. Through her, we could rebuild the Decepticon reign." The warlord laughs maniacally as he cradles Persephone close to his chassis. "I will take pride in having possession of something that belongs to Prime. She is mine to keep."
Oh, he could see it now. The Prime at his mercy while Persephone sits on his shoulder, rejecting the Autobot Leader. Or perhaps, forcing him to surrender to the Decepticons' will.
And both of them ruling Cybertron.
Together.
It was strange of Primus to entrust his power to such a small and fragile human, but Megatron understood why. Persephone knows what could happen and knows how to prevent it; she's a literal walking flesh of prophecies, as evident on the markings on her skin.
"Shockwave, see to it that she is healthy," Megatron says as he walks over to the berth and gently places her down, leaving the others behind. The moment he lets her go, Persephone snuggles on the blankets as she sighs in relief.
He does not leave her side, keeping a watchful eye on the one-eyed cybertronian. Shockwave does as he is told.
"Lord Megatron, I do not mean to pry, but I have grown... curious," he says as he calmly checks her vitals, recording it on the make-shift holoscreen with his holomatter avatar.
"Pick your words wisely," Megatron warned.
"You see. You have mentioned that you have discovered that she bears the Mark of the Prime," Shockwave glances at the warlord, "According to legend and past data, the only way for someone to know that the cybertronian carries the mark is through the scent which is strange for a human and might confuse us cybertronians for a moment or... an attempt at sparkbonding."
At the silence of his leader, Shockwave continued. "You seem awfully shocked. Do not worry, I am not judging you. Tho, I suppose you can say that I am amused at the fact that you attempted to... sparkbond with her."
"I ordered you to check up on her," Megatron growled, "not judge me for my actions." He activated his holomatter avatar just to simply put a stray lock of hair out of her face.
"It was a mere observation, Lord Megatron. Might I add it to the data?"
"I will kill you."
Persephone stirred in her sleep, Reaching out to his servo And snuggling towards it as if it was the softest pillow she ever had.
Shockwave noticed the fond smile on the warlord's face and the soft look he had in his optics. He merely glances at him and at the slumbering femme before typing back the results of her health in his datapad.
"The cause of her death was due to the fact that the energon thought her human body was damaged because there were foreign aspects it did not recognize. Therefore, it tried to fix her. In doing so, it killed her," Shockwave reported to Megatron, "However, due to some unforeseen circumstances, she is brought to life. Do you have any idea how?"
Megatron paused. "I believe it was the will of Primus that brought her back to me. According to you, she had been showing signs that the Allspark resided in her, which meant that... it brought her back to life."
Shockwave types the information into his report, humming in amusement. "Interesting. I was expecting for the Allspark to choose a different vessel, but it seems to favor her." He said. "Judging from her background, I can see why. The femme knows too much. "
"What will happen to her now?" Megatron asked.
"Seeing as energon completely replaced her blood and had been revived, I wouldn't be surprised if she was weak for a few days or so."
"She won't turn into a cybertronian, will she?"
"Hardly. That would be utterly impossible."
"Good." Megatron grunts. "I will not have her bear any more pain." He looks at her, worried. "I cannot bear to see her suffer."
"However," Shockwave starts as he sighed, gesturing towards the sleeping femme, "there seems to have been some modifications that was made on to her organic form."
"Modifications? Of what kind?" Megatron questioned, his optics darting to Shockwave and back at Persephone nervously. "She won't die again, will she?"
"No," Shockwave said. "No. In fact, it's quite the opposite. It seems that the Allspark had disposed of her human life cycle and bonded it with itself to sustain her."
The scientist brings his make-shift monitors closer, pointing at the two diagrams, two wavelength frequencies that matched each other. "As you can see, Lord Megatron," Shockwave points at them, "These two are different readings: one is connected to the Allspark within her and one is connected to her. What do you see?"
Megatron paused. "They... they look the same."
"Exactly," He nods. "Her heart has successfully transformed into a spark which holds the Allspark. The transformation was successful."
"I do not see the problem with these modifications."
"No, my Lord, it is not a problem. I am simply pointing out the results of her... transformation. However, it is something that I had not predicted, much less expected considering organic and cybertronian matters are highly different." The scientist continued on, "The Allspark sensed something frail within her. In which, I can only assume it is due to her being a human; an organic. And it seems as though the Spark is trying to…compensate the weakness. It can sense a much higher mortality rate than our own kind."
"So, it is sensing that she would eventually wither and... die."
"Exactly."
Megatron's optics widened. "So it's sensing…'weakness'…then what…Shockwave, what does that mean ? Is it going to hurt Persephone?"
No. This is something I would never have expected before…something we could never have possibly predicted…Her mortality rate is the weakness, she ages whereas the Allpark does not. It is compensating by intertwining its own lifespan alongside hers; like strands of a rope, it's tied itself to her. Look."
He brought up one more diagram in the hopes of making her understand before he had to break the news. It was a live diagram of her body, of the blood, tissue, muscles and cells inside of her.
"Because of the Allspark, her being is being preserved," Shockwave says, "The modification upon her form is strengthened with each breath she takes. Her cells are alive, and yet they seem... frozen; not growing at all. Human cells should at least grow and yet hers had stopped, according to the data I had retrieved from her."
"Then that means..." Megatron looks at her, "She will live?"
"Precisely." Shockwave nods his head. "More than that, her body seems to be frozen. Therefore, it has stopped her cells from multiplying and growing; it is merely mimicking the frequency of the Allspark. Her life is bound to the Allspark and so is her form—eternal."
"Then... that means she will not wither... She will not age." Megatron puts the pieces together.
"Exactly." Shockwave answered.
Megatron hums, before saying, "See to it she does not find out."
Pain.
That was the only thing she felt. Her body tingled in the most unpleasant way possible and all she wanted was for it to stop. Persephone would do anything for it to stop.
Anything?
It came as a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. Persephone was sure she'd give anything for the pain to stop.
You were chosen. Did you know that?
Chosen? Such a thing seemed absurd. What was she chosen for?
To stop the war.
Then suddenly, Persephone could open her eyes. They flutter open, adjusting at the brightness that pierced them making the poor woman flinch.
She shields her eyes with her hand as a gust if cold air blows right through her. When she could finally see, the first thing that Persephone noticed was the water beneath her feet. Her reflection stared back at her.
Her hair was braided like Daenerys Stormborn's hair in season eight, where she went mad and burnt King's Landing with her dragon. The purple veins that glowed beneath her skin had disappeared and instead the cybertronian glyphs on her body glowed. Her body was wrapped with a white cloth, like a bride—it was a wedding dress, if she was honest.
"Hello?" Persephone spoke, looking ahead of her as she walked. The water beneath her ripples, her reflection being disturbed as she moves.
The vastness in front of her was wide as ruins lay scattered in their place. "Hello?" She calls out again, the silence even louder than before. "Is anyone there?"
The vastness of the area echoed nothing but lonesomeness. At first, Persephone thought she might be in Heaven. Somehow she had to have been since she didn't commit heinous sins. Tho, she notices the lack of pearly gates and St. Peter's presence, so that was crossed out. The ceiling above her was endless, like an open sky as stars twinkled in it.
Just where the hell is this place?
"I see that your consciousness has finally adjusted." A deep baritone voice echoes around her, accompanied with the sound of gears turning as well as that metal sound that seemed to pierce the ear. Persephone winced, covering her ears at the sound. The voice was too loud, to the point she felt like her eardrums would bust.
When Persephone turned around, her hands fell to her sides as she gawked at what could only be described as by far the largest cybertronian anyone could lay their eyes upon. She gasped, taking a step back; startled out of her mind. Persephone was an ant compared to the creature.
Megatron was huge, but this guy was even bigger in height. Hell, even Megatron would be smaller—action-figure size—compared to this cybertronian.
Persephone yelped when the ground beneath her rumbled. She watches in awe and horror as the water disappears, only to find herself standing at what could be described as a metal hand.
A gigantic metal hand.
Had I been standing on that shit for that long?! Persephone thought, feeling the color drain from her face. I thought I could stand on water–
A chuckle breaks her from her thoughts, making her snap her head in his direction. Finally, when she looks at his face she's met with a human and inhuman face. It seemed human because it had most aspects of what a human face would have: a pair of eyes, a pair of eyebrows, cheeks, a nose, a chin, and a pair of lips. What made the face seem so alien to Persephone was because where the skin would be stretched on a human face, there was only metal that gleamed underneath whatever light the room she was in had illuminated.
He was by far the most handsome man Persephone had ever lay her eyes upon. He had high, wide cheekbones that complimented his angular face; in which Persephone finds herself wanting to trail her fingers along, to feel the metal beneath her skin.
He had gorgeous lips, ones that reminded her of Megatron's. And if she had expected it was right, then his lips would be fun to nibble on if they ever make out. His nose was big and long... and Persephone thought how fun it'd be to ride it .
She just wants to ride his face, in general.
And his eyes. His eyes were wide, as if he had heard the raunchiest, toe-curling moan in his life and his flustered. They were a beautiful shade of blue, almost white. They shined like diamonds and Persephone felt the urge to climb on top of him and pluck it from their sockets. That or she'd rather kiss them with how pretty they looked.
The cybertronian coughed, a horrified look on his face as Persephone was snapped out of her thoughts. "Are you okay?" She asked, worried.
Persephone looked down, checking herself to see if any body part had made him flustered. Not that she'd cover it, but men tend to stumble upon themselves when they see even the tiniest bit of skin. She hasn't said anything to him and she certainly hadn't said her thoughts out loud. Perhaps, he remembered something embarrassing?
Then, he spoke, "I appreciate and am very much flattered that you think so highly of me, yet I wasn't expecting an instant racy or highly inappropriate intentions from you." His lips stretched in a bashful and cheeky grin "Although, I would prefer having my optics where they should be."
Persephone stares at him, confused at his words. She tilts her head to the side and raises a brow. What did the robot meant by–
Oh.
She stares at him in mute horror at the realization. Persephone smiles awkwardly at him. "You..." She paused. You can read minds?
He laughs at her, as if she said something funny. "You possess no mental shields or blocks, which is pretty much an open message to every psychic out there, little one." He elaborated, as if speaking to a child.
Persephone blushed as she covered her face and screamed in her hands; her voice muffled. She cursed herself for not having whatever mental shield he said she should've had.
"Fret not. It is nothing to berate yourself with. It was something you were unaware of, after all." The giant snorts, shoulders shaking with mirth.
Persephone felt the blood circulating in her cheeks slowly fade away, and she offered him a shaky and unsure smile. He didn't seem like he would hurt her, since he was smiling and being very polite towards the young woman; nonetheless, she kept her shoulders tense, because this was somebody she didn't know—and judging a book by just its cover always ends up with your ass getting bit.
Bad things happen when you aren't careful, after all.
The deep lines engraved on top of the mech's optics seemed to furrow—and Persephone guessed those were his optical ridges—as his dermas thinned a little bit. For a moment, he stayed like that, staring at the human with unblinking optics.
" I mean you no harm, " was the first thing out of his mouth, but the sudden burst from him made her jump.
Persephone looked at him up and down with a raised brow, trying her best to find anything that would signal her to run. "Where am I?" She asked.
"Your consciousness is currently within the area of my realm. I have brought you here to speak with you." The mech answered, "You see I am in dire need of your help."
" You? " Persephone points at him. "Need my help?" She then points at herself. "I'm sorry but I am very tiny, even compared to family members... well except my mom. I'm taller than her by a few centimeters."
"Size doesn't matter."
"Performance does?"
"Little one, I am being serious. All that matters is that you have the drive and ambition to stop the war. Hence why I had chosen you to be the Allspark vessel to set things right."
Persephone halts in her place. "That was you?" Her brows furrowed as her lips pulled back in a snarl. "Was it you who made me sick?"
"You getting sick wasn't supposed to be a part of the transformation–"
"LIKE HELL IT WASN'T!" Persephone snarled, glaring at the mech. "WHAT ARE YOU? STUPID? YOU DIDN'T EVEN THINK FOR A SECOND THAT MAYBE I WOULD HAVE NEGATIVE REACTIONS TOWARDS AN UNKNOWN OBJECT IN MY BODY?!"
Persephone wanted to jump at his neck, but she was too far away. God I would've ripped those wires.
His optics widened. "Now, now, let's not get violent–"
"AS IF I'D LISTEN TO YOU!" She roared at him, the glyphs on her skin glowing brighter. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU PUT ME THROUGH?! I WAS IN PAIN DAY AND NIGHT . SHOCKWAVE COULDN'T EASE THE PAIN. YOU MADE ME GO THROUGH HELL! " Persephone's voice echoed in the end as tears ran down her cheeks. " I WISH THAT YOU WOULD GO THROUGH THAT EXCRUCIATING PAIN JUST LIKE I DID. LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS. MAYBE YOU'D LOSE HALF OF YOUR SANITY TOO. "
"Ah, so the Allspark is indeed compatible with your form," The mech mused. "I see. You would be a great asset in stopping the war."
Persephone paused, glaring at him until she caught her reflection on what seemed to be a mirror-like surface upon the vast stars beside her.
Her eyes had gone all purple, glowing sinisterly as the glyphs on her skin glowed. Her hair floats upwards, reminding her of a bruja and it only serves to piss her off more. " ANO GINAWA MO SAAKIN? " Persephone screeched, her feet leaving the ground as she got right up his face. " HA?! PUTANG INA KA PALA EH, EH KUNG PATAYIN KITANG GAGO KA. HAH?! "
He gives the equivalent of a snort and flicks her on her head, making her world spin for a brief moment. A throbbing pain emits from her forehead.
"I did not want to harm you, but you must be disciplined." He huffs, glaring at her before his voice cooed at her. "You are alright, are you?"
Persephone flipped him off. " Eh kung tadjakan ko kaya betlog mo. "
"What a foul mouth." The giant tuts, tracing her lips with the tips of digits in a very gentle manner. Persephone wanted to chomp on it to make him feel in pain, but biting metal never ends well for the teeth; so, Persephone only glared at him.
She stares at him for a moment, until she realises she is floating. Floating? What the fuck–
"That is part of your abilities, little one. And you shall discover more."
"What are you?" She asked slowly, afraid to upset the giant. Good god her head already hurts and she didn't want another flick on her head. "I mean, what kind of cybertronian are you? I haven't seen you before."
"I am the beginning and the end of my creations. I am everything and nothing. Alpha and Omega–"
Persephone snorts, thinking of the omegaverse in Ao3 and other fanfics she read.
"What is an 'omegaverse' ?"
"Don't bother. It will traumatize you. Please continue the introduction."
He looks at her weirdly before clearing his throat. "As I was saying, I suppose your kind would call me a god."
Her nose wrinkled at him, eyeing the mech up and down. "Funny. Haven't heard of you before... no offence." She adds the bit at the end.
"I go by many names from where I hail," The giant smiled at her, as if this was the first time he spoke to someone in a long time. "I suppose you would know me as the almighty creator of the Cybertronian race."
Persephone felt her jaw drop at the realization to who she was talking to.
"My designation is Primus, and it is a pleasure to meet you, Persephone Villamora of the human race."
Persephone stares at him for a moment. She finds herself standing at the palm of his hand and sits on it, letting the information sink in.
"You're... you... You're Primus?!" Persephone gawked, holding both sides of her head as she stared at him, "YOU'RE PRIMUS?!" She screeched, watching him grin in satisfaction at her outburst.
"I am." The mech—the God —confirmed his identity, bobbing his helm up and down.
If it was possible, if it was socially acceptable, Persephone would've shitted herself right then and there.
"I..." She trailed off, staring at him as she felt uneasy "I think I'm going to lay down for a bit. I feel kind of whoozy." Persephone lays down without taking her eyes off of the giant. The God . It was... strange to say the least.
At least she now knows where Megatron gets his good face and so does Optimus's.
Primus chuckled at her. "I see you favor two of my creations."
"How did you–"
"Your mind has no mental shields to it."
Persephone pursed her lips, smacking herself internally at the fact that she had forgotten his ability. "Of course. How could I forget?" She huffed bitterly.
The almighty creator of the Cybertronian race seemed to have an... amused expression on his face, which made his almost–white blue optics shine even brighter. The engine within his chest completely rumbled, accompanied by the sound of gears turning.
Persephone continued to stare at him, wondering why he hadn't crushed her to death at her early actions—spewing insults and threatening him. Because why wasn't he killing her? Megatron would've done so had it been him.
Either way, what bliss.
Then he laughed. His shoulders were shaking as he did so, reminding her of how Megatron laughed. She wondered where he could be. Persephone hoped he was okay.
She missed him.
"You..." She says, uneasy from his sudden change of mood. "Why are you laughing at me?"
Primus snorts. "You remind me of someone dear to me from a distant past." His mirthful grin disappeared and was replaced with a scowl, a heartbroken look in his eyes. "But that past has long since disappeared and cannot be retrieved."
Persephone paused. "Why am I here?"
"I have chosen you to help my children. To aid them in stopping this nonsense." He tells her, his voice filled with a tone that Persephone can't say no to. "You are a divine intervention. You shall be my proxy in aiding them to attain peace and revive Cybertron."
"Why me and not anyone else?" Persephone asked. "Anyone would want to be in my place, why me?"
"You said it yourself, didn't you? You would stop the war."
She froze. During her conversation with her brother—what did he look like again?—was Primus listening? Was this proof that divine beings were listening to every conversation on Earth? On every part of the universe?
"What's in it for me?" She asked. Surely, surely , there was a prize of some sort. Because no way in hell was she going to fix a problem that wasn't her fault and get no reward at all. She was no demon, and she was no saint either.
"I shall grant whatever wish your spark desires." Primus tells her, his optics holding a sense of responsibility as if to reassure her that he would keep his word.
"Swear it... on your spark." Persephone says as she moves to stand. "Swear it and I shall swear to do my part."
"I swear upon my spark and the Allsaprk."
"I swear to do my part."
It felt like she was signing a contract to sell her soul away to do whatever she wants. A bargain Persephone was hesitant to make, but she had no choice. What would he have done? Kill her if she wasn't useful?
She just had to survive. That's all.
Primus laughed at her. "Then I shall be seeing you soon Persephone Villamora."
Persephone woke up with a gasp, her body sitting up as she felt like she had broken through the surface of the water; which scared the ever living shit out of her.
Had that really happened?
Had she truly met Primus?
It felt like a dream. A very detailed dream. She shudders at how real it felt. What a terrifying encounter. Not only that, she was cursing him out too. God she hoped he wouldn't smite her where she stood—or rather sat.
"Persephone!" Her head turns to the sound, catching a glimpse of metal before she's engulfed in a cold yet comfortable hug. "It is good that you have roused from recharge," Megatron says as he pulls away, his optics darting around her form, "How are you? Does anything hurt?"
And then she remembered the excruciating pain she went through before passing out. She smiled at him, "I'm sorry if I had worried you, Lord Megatron. But I'm okay. I'll live." Persephone chuckled.
He smiles at her fondly. "Long enough to witness the rise of Cybertron, I'm sure."
It felt like eons since she's seen the warlord again. Persephone smiled at the sight of him—or rather his holoform—as he stood at her bedside. Persephone looks down at her body, surprised. The glyphs on her skin were glowing, a bright contrast of purple against the tan of her skin.
"What the fuck?"
"It seems you are awake." Shockwave materialized beside her. "If I may, Lord Megatron." The warlord grunts in approval as Shockwave runs a diagnostic test on her, typing at his modified machines, humming every now and then. "Your vitals are normal. Tho, some things have changed within your form."
"Like what?" Persephone tilts her head at his words.
"The Allspark has successfully modified your body into a place where it can inhabit itself properly," The one-eyed scientist looks at her, "I wouldn't be surprised if you manifest its powers in the near future. Not only that, whatever sickness you had was neutralized."
"Neutralized?"
"Yes. If you look at it," he points to the screens beside her bed, "the data tells that your cells have somewhat evolved after merging with the cybertronian components that invaded your system. It gives you immunity to any virus that might inhabit your form."
She looks at him, surprised. "Which means that I won't get sick?"
"Precisely," Shockwave nods. "You have built immunity to any sickness. Tho, you could still be offlined if you're impaled or shot."
"So like, I'm some sort of super soldier?" Persephone gushed. "Kind of like Captain America, right?" She grins up at him.
"I am not familiar with that individual, so I cannot exactly agree with you, but if this human you are talking about can still be killed, then yes."
"Do I have super strength?"
"Negative."
Persephone pouts at him. "Lame," She sighed, crossing her arms. She gasped, feeling the flesh on her arms. She was healthy again, her arms weren't sickly thin anymore. Her hands immediately reached out at the back of her head and when she felt the braids, a shudder went out throughout her body.
Everything was real.
"That should be all, Shockwave. You are dismissed," Megatron orders, a smug look on his face, "I wish to talk to her. In private. "
When the scientist left, Persephone looked at him confused. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Can you walk?"
"I think so."
"Try to."
Persephone pursed her lips. She threw the blanket away, shivering at the cold breeze that blew. She slipped on her boots—that were very cold due to being untouched for a long time—and stood still. The young woman took a deep breath before taking a step forward.
And another.
And another more.
She did so until she was walking. "My legs work," Persephone smiled, looking up and jumping back in surprise at how close Megatron was. Unaware that he had been stretching out his arms to catch her in case she were to fall.
She smiled at him. "Should we go for a walk, my Lord?"
"I was about to ask," He chuckled at her. "Do keep up."
He walked with long strides and big steps. Only three steps forward and he's already far from her. Persephone sighed before running to his side, catching up on him. She power walked to keep up.
"The plan to conquer Earth shall continue. Especially now that you have been rid of whatever sickness that you had caught," Megatron states as they walk, "I wish to know if your goals still align with mine, little one."
Persephone, without skipping a beat, says, "Of course."
"You will not run to the Autobots?"
"I agreed to help you, didn't I?" Persephone points out. "Besides, humans are rotten creatures. I don't see a reason why I should side with them, especially with what I've been through when I grew up... you remember when I told you about that, right?"
"And I shall never forget," Megatron says, turning to her, "I shall see to it that you are avenged. I refuse to let any wrongdoing go unpunished against my pet." He stops to look at her and Persephone is taken aback at the fiery look in his red optics. They burned in the night like hellfire. "But for now, we must tackle an obstacle to reach our goal."
"Which is?" She looks up at him, only noticing the fact that she barely reached his chest.
Was she that small? Or was he that tall? Either way, Persephone resisted the urge to kick his knee so she doesn't have to look up.
"The Decepticon army had grown small in numbers after the fight in Chicago," Megatron drawls out, his gaze predatory, "I need an army. Perhaps, you can give me that?" He hums as a clawed servo rests on the curve of her waist.
The soft contact makes her cheeks warm, her eyes darting at his hand and back up to him. They were in the open, but Persephone felt like she'd been backed into a corner.
"I don't know how, Megatron." Persephone gulped as he leaned closer to her, "I'm not sure how I can do that." He was closing the distance between them, pulling her close against his cold metallic body.
"We'll find a way, Persephone," He cooed at her, "We'll find a way for you to give me an army with your powers. You are the Allspark now, after all. Won't you help me, little one? I'll spoil you rotten if you do." Megatron holds her chin, tilting her head upwards.
Right.
She was his pet. He couldn't love her. Of course, he couldn't. But maybe... maybe this was the closest thing to love she'll ever achieve.
The closest thing to love she'll ever have with the warlord. Maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be so bad.
"I will," Persephone says breathlessly, head swimming at his actions as her cheeks warmed her whole body despite the cold weather.
He grins at her, before Megatron smashed his lips on hers. Persephone mewled at the sudden pain from the impact, as she melts into his touch. His lips were cold and hard, a stark contrast from the flesh she was used to kissing, but she melts anyway, confused as to why she feels relieved that he'd kiss her.
Megatron breaks the kiss, smiling adoringly at Persephone's disgruntled whine of protest at their separation, making the warlord chuckle.
"Good girl."
End of Chapter XX
SOOOOOOOOOO I had been gone for a long time. School got busy and honestly I just wanna sleep instead afsvfgsvgs. Anyways hope you guys enjoy!
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