TFA: Deals With Our Devils, Chapter 2: A Dark Knowledge Bestowed
It was hell, just utter hell. Optimus was in hell. He never could have imagined this hell existed even in death. What the entity failed to mention is that in order for one to inherit all the abilities he mentioned they would have to spend several eternities in the pit, and not just any pit. The pit that all evil springs forth. It made the entity revel in delight just imagining Optimus having a look of pure terror on his faceplate as he was burned, torn, ripped, and cut into pieces in the darkest despair of the realms both natural and unnatural.
Mortals of all that is seen and unseen have had an unnatural fear of all dark and unnatural places of our realm, they knew that there is something after death that on one side is darker than anything known. His metallic skin was constantly being melted off as he hung in a dark pit by chains that bound him. For every breath he took it incinerated his vents to the point where they shattered.
How long did he stay there? One-hundred thousand years, five-hundred thousand years, an eternity? He lost count after a while so it didn't really matter. He went crazy with laughter a few times, then he went sane again, right before going mad with a flurry of emotions and clawing his own face off. Oh, and he heard secrets that were never supposed to be told, for his earth was not the only universe just as that universe of universes was not the only multiverse. There were hundreds of millions if not thousands of billions of earths each with their own universe.
Some earths were primitive and others were drastically advanced. Each world had alternant versions of their own creatures that grew in power and ability as time went on. This revelation was hell in on itself, but the worst of it all is the fact that there is no stopping those like megatron from wreaking havoc on the realms, unless you were willing to kill. That is the one decision that so few seemed to be able to make.
It was this point that optimus broke and that broken shell that he called a processor became a void for all the travesties to unfold in, and it was then that his time has now come to exist again. For he was no longer a mortal but a monster. A cursed soul meant to hunt down those evil entities and bring punishment upon them.
Then he awoke from death.
