First off guys I have to apologize it took so long to update I had writers block and I was studying mythology from various religions to make it plausible to the lore of the various cultures and religions and it took a long time to study the various religions that would play a part.

Also I was going to have him travel the multiverse but I think he could do that later on in the story.

Then I had to make their characters react to someone who could challenge them or be their ally that was once a sentient machine depending on their religious background

Once again, I'm sorry and I may take breaks in between chapters.….so here we go.

TFA: Deals with our Devils, Chapter 11: The First Hunt/ A Giant surprise, and memories of "The Pit".

Location, Dinobot Island

Optimus moved through the tree line pushing a large pine out of the way in his wake.

It impacted the ground with an earth-shaking, CRASH! Before splintering down the trunk.

He previously sensed a demonic presence on dinobot island from the mainland and decided it was worth his time to investigate, considering it was a minor level on the power hierarchy it must be a fallen angel of the typical class that disobeyed its superior's orders and managed to bleed through the veils of reality till it arrived at the world of the living. It wasn't all that uncommon mind you. For demons and monsters to strike out on their own considering that the waiting place in the underworlds and hades was a ticking time bomb of chaos and pain of searing loss and despair. Not to mention the other realms yet to be discovered or re-discovered throughout history. The end result in judgment was always the same for those who found themselves without hope, whether you were a fallen angel, monster, or lost soul. After all, even the demons don't want to go to hell because how bad it was.

Every culture had their respective underworld in myths and legends. Greece had Hades, Elysium, and Tartarus, Christianity had a waiting place before the end times that was called sheal before the true hell, and the Vikings had Helheim, and many others depending on their background or culture, heck it made his sick neurons hurt just thinking about it.

It was then his mind got pulled back to his forging in the lower realms while he was being molded into a creature of chaos.

It had been a few decades in comparison to the time of mortals since he fell into the depths of quite literally, "hell", that's what he had been reduced to. Time here is outside of the veal of normal time so a thousand years could pass by in the real world but only a decade could pass here, or vice versa, a day out there, a thousand years in here, well…. That's if you didn't know your way around realms.

After the demonic jailers had grown bord of their routine torture sessions they would drag him into chained cells to prepare him for the arenas to quell their boredom. Seriously, did they have nothing better to do in their free time…. scratch that. They, did, not… Hence the name demon. Hell could be a boring place after-all.

He put his head in his chained hands. It was a cruel joke that that dark entity devised to have a quick laugh from time to time.

His metallic skin was starting to darken from the charred ash that seeped in his wounds as they spontaneously regenerated from the energies that flowed in the air. That and they cauterized from the heat. From time to time.

But most of all it was his damaged sense of what was real. Any sense of hope was being burned out of him as was his feelings of morality and leadership that went out the window.

He glanced around the room to see his allies in the upcoming match on his side, like him they were from whatever hand of fate rejected them in life.

Heck! His only friend was a rather large Viking Draungr from midguard that was captured and brought to Helheim and put in the arena of his current realm to train to the literal death over and over again. "That's one way to strip all sanity from a person and prepare him for the boat of the fingernails of the dead.". Optimus thought to himself.

"It was like an exchange program for damned warriors". "At least until Ragnarök".

He was part of their finest warriors to see which was tougher and to please the crowds.

This particular Draungr wasn't granted entry into Valhalla from midguard that was a different parallel earth that was inhabited by Vikings handpicked by Odin in times past, but that was beside the point. He didn't go to the other place due to some curse for cheating on a witch that made him a literal walking corpse with various bits of plant life growing out of its exposed armor and bones that were sizzling with heat from the realm around him.

His name was Fredric and he was the closest thing optimus had to a best friend in this hellhole.

Optimus had to remember that when this was all over, he had to give megatron a knuckle-sandwich for blowing his head off.

Just then the gate to the arena opened as optimus's chains came loose.

"Well, let's see what's in store for us today". Optimus said with a hint of sarcasm to his ally as the chains sunk into the metal of his arms before disappearing into sparks.

His ally merely let out a low growl in response as optimus popped his darkening joints while he and his ally stood up and walked into the arena narrowing his bloodshot optics that were starting to look like an animal's eyes.

Amongst the onlookers in the vast stadium were the subjects of this region of the underworld with some looking like knights of different unholy calibers. Some were small, some were large, some had wings, some had tails, some had claws, some had human features, and some had multiple heads. Or anywhere in-between and more.

Above them was a second massive albeit slightly empty circular row that was reserved for visitors from other realms pantheons whether they be living or dead. Among these individuals was a beautiful woman wearing dark black robes with a Norse appeal to them and had an incomplete left side of her face and visible part of her arm that was scared and wilted, almost like a skeleton with skin, in spite of this there was a certain beauty behind it.

She had a pair of green daggers that glowed with a frost like aurora from her realm. As well as a Norse sword on her side that had runes that glowed green and a skull hilt with braded patters running up from the open mouth to the guard on the handle.

She was "Hel" the Norse deity of the dead and of Helheim of the nine worlds of Norse religion, daughter of Loki, and was here to see what all the fuss was about this new potential, "Agent of destruction and chaos". Perhaps he could be a weapon come Ragnarök. But she had to admit, she would have never thought she would see him choose a machine to be the deceiving serpent's instrument.

A little-ways next to her side was a cloaked skulking male with a Slovak helmet and a scraggly beard with a bloody war-hammer in hand that looked like an oversized, medieval sledge-hammer with a cigar in the other. His eyes peered down at optimus seeing what all the fuss was about, of course if you asked for his opinion, he would have chosen a more traditional hell spawn.

He was the Slovak deity of unnatural and unholy darkness, witchcraft and chaos, of course he wanted the firebird job that his idiot of a brother tricked him out of.

He was "Charon-bog and he was itching to see some blood today. He could sense a darkness inside of optimus that was rapidly growing with him with each passing day. He had a hunch, but he was still surprised that a pure sole could last this long. The past few times he visited this impressive realm he was here for three things, 1. cheap labor, 2. A competitive edge, and 3. This is the place where he hired demons for some parties for witches on his mountain in times past. "Ahhh". "Those are the days".

Next up was a skulking individual that was a giant of a man and had a fur cape over the shoulders mixed with patterns of teeth and bones of the dead that were woven into the fur with a hood, his face and bare chest/stomach were covered in dirt and mud in battle markings like someone made a wiped handprint several times on his body and formed designs out of it, like muddy warpaint. He had disproportionate eye on the right side that remained shut. Lest he unleash its primordial dark power as intense as the sun when it loses its restraint on a target as well as poison. While the other was an empty socket with a bright light of demonic energy that was essentially a makeshift eye of magical energy so he could see even if his previous eye wasn't open. He couldn't interact in the modern world since his untimely death by the hand of his grandchild who escaped him at an early age then impaled him on his big eye with the grandson's spear.

He represented all things foul and crawling that could crawl up from the ocean, land, and dark places of the earth. His name was Balar or Balor depending on your interpretation of the dialect. His father was Dot, son of Neit. He drowned his grandchildren so none would end up opposing him with the exception of the one who later killed him in life. He was the opposite of the Ireland pantheon who led the demons of that realm in times past. And he was a ghost of his former self who dwelt in his house of the dead. He was awfully tempted to peer at the machine with his other eye to get a taste of his mettle.

Next to him were two old hooded figures, the first seemed to be sizzling with brimstone in his graying hair and beard he had a staff that was essentially a butcher's hook in the form of a pointy, double ended fork at the end that curved up and down. With solid rows of chains for a staff

He was Hades, the Greek god of his underworld and he was eager to jump at an opportunity to overthrow his brothers for their trickery when, "Zeus", and Poseidon cheated at casting lots so they could rule the upper realm and sea of their home reality and the decedents of their first human subjects while he was left to tend to the dead of said realm.

Also sitting next to him was a similarly cloaked figure that had sharp teeth and a pale complexion with murky eyes that were bloodshot, he had a syph in hand that he was resting his arms on while he sat in his seat. He was known as, "Thanatos", the Greek god of death. A Greek grim reaper of sorts, and the embodiment of death. Like hades he was eager to knock Zeus off his throne and bring him down to his level.

Next to him was a skeletal, black armored figure with sharp teeth and horns who was relaxing in his throne with a bord aurora around him. On his side was a spiked war maul and a war axe he got from his wife in their respective underworld, heck the only reason he spared her was because she begged for her life, otherwise he would have decapitated her on the spot, and he accepted thus began his reign of those seven gates of the underworld they had rein over. He was a city destroying-war-monger a tyrant and a literal and figurative monster that had a bout with 14 demons in order to get them under his employment and make them hold open those gates so he could have way out. "Two guards per gate". He thought to himself…." Oh, the memories". Maybe he would start a war back home if it amused him in honor of this grand occasion.

His name was Nergal. A Mesopotamian deity of war, death, plague, and destructive aspects of the sun's seasonal properties. well not the first name he had, but it's better than that other, original name he had which was a dung hill mixed with a lower part of a man's body. Just thinking about it pissed him off how he'd been humiliated by the other siblings of his own Patheon.

Next to him was two individuals, one was sitting down with an Egyptian attire on his body and a black metallic canine head that had a skeletal mouth section with pronounced fangs and canines with golden veins etched into the metallic, segmented head. Giving the impression of tattoos and Egyptian eyeliner. As if his blood was molten gold and painted on the surface. He had sharp, pointy, mental ears that perked every once in a while, due to the screams in the distance of the realm.

The one standing next to him was writing something down on parchment while a staff was held onto his back. It was ironic, he tagged along for the ride because he couldn't neglect an opportunity to see what interested his compatriot when he was in the tombs preparing the dead for their embalming as was there customs of their home realm known as simply the cradle of civilization, or just simply, "The Cradle".

His head and body looked like a humanoid jackal with cheekbones and collarbones made of gold that sticked out of the skin with sewn golden, muscle fibers on the back, chest, arms, and hind legs. He, like the first one wore an Egyptian-robes that only went up to his abs with a pair of golden linen underneath.

The first was known as Seth, the Egyptian god of foreigners, the hissing wastes of the cradle, and disorder and war that followed from his inhospitable realm's borders. Brother to Horus most notably and others that he would not name. While the other was his illegitimate son, overseer of the dead Anubis. Which he didn't speak to on a regular bases if he was being honest. After that whole business with big grandpa Ra's favorite grandson Horus there was some bad blood in his failed coup attempt of taking over the cradle. Which was understandable considering he chopped up Horus's body and dumped it in the river of his home realm.

As much Seth enjoyed the show, he couldn't help but feel slightly burdened by his regret at times for someone who loved him till the end as he took his life.

Next to him was two, like comrades of the two sides of the same coin so to speak. The first was a tattooed man with a muscular frame that screamed myan writing in the ink style. He had black arches that went down into his cheeks and out his cheekbones underneath his ember, jewel like eyes. Like two rubies the myan number 11 was printed into his headdress with feathers like a bone mask made into his skull face. Other than that, he had a slightly lesser bluish white completion to his skin. And gold earrings to boot. In his hand was a simple looking spear with feathers adorning it. And a metallic flint end that ended in a sharpened vertebra. Like a spine. His face was always the same regardless of his mood though he did enjoy a good blood-filled war laugh every once in a while.

His compatriot looked almost asleep if not for the fact his hollowed eyes were bewildered by two pale jewels that allowed him to see even if he was asleep. He had a mildly scrawny frame with an inherently violent Arora around him that could give anyone the creeps. His muscles flexed as he showed his boney teeth sensing death in the air like back home.

They were picked among their brethren back home satisfy the curiosity of their elders when they received the invitation. Of the crafty, slithering one in this realm.

The first one's name was "Buluc-Chaptan" the Mayan deity of war that rattled his brethren's realm, and a war god of mass death in such and ritualistic sacrifice involving humans during war time in the Mayan temples of their home realm.

The second was known as "Ah Puch". He was the ruler of the Mayan underworld and a deity of death, darkness and disaster, he was also known as a god of childbirth and beginnings. But if you ask any other higher deity on their hierarchy, they would say he was a loose cannon at times, always on the lookout for a fight. Probably why he was so feared. That and his weapon of choice was usually his fists so he could savor the blood of his kills.

Upon the assembled deities and hell fiends the shadowy figure manifested itself in the stadium while lighting his cigarette and after letting out a blow of sulfuric smoke he smiled if at all wider at the Chaotic lesser and stared at the dead look optimus gave him. My fellow "enlightened", he echoed, "Let the games begin", he said as his voice echoed throughout the realm's arena.

SMASH!

Another tree got pushed out of the way as he moved through the forest. As he remembered his sorry state.

Optimus drew his battle-axe which started to look darker as time went on as he carved various symbols into it from some religions including an inverted omega symbol at the bottom. Rust was starting to form on the end of the blade but it lost none of its increasing durability as time progressed.

It wasn't rusty from the erosion; it was rusty from how many opponents he had killed in his monthly visits to the arena.

This peaked some of the gods interest as this was something some of them recognized from their own cultures. Chernobog, Ah-Puch and Nergal especially were wondering how many kills he had accumulated so far. To get his weapon in such a sorry state. Especially Charon bog. Who saw it with a comparison to his red filled war hammer?

Then the other side of the arena opened while optimus's ally prepared himself. Before the gate lifted half way it got busted off its hinges as a massive, hooved and slightly armored goat demon with a dividing snake tale and the face of a lion without a mouth on his stomach and instead had a set of abs entered the arena with a roar mixed between a lion and a goat".

"MMMMMMRRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!"

In its hand was a golden looking serrated blade that was almost as long as the upper section of its body. It glowed with hellfire.

Behind it was a slightly larger demon that looked like it had an upside-down bloody pentagram carved into scales on his chest. It was moderately skinny yet muscular frame with thin armored limbs with the lower half like a dear's legs as well as a ram's skull for a head which had a pair of enlarged, spiral horns that curved upwards at the point.

It had a tattered black templar looking waist armor that had shorts that went down the hind legs above the knees. In its left hand was a devil's pitchfork that glowed with radiating heat.

Optimus head some squealing in the stands and realized they were the feminine sounds of succubus's that were some personal fans of this particular demon.

"This one must have a fanbase". "Disgusting". Optimus said to himself while shaking his head.

He was getting closer now and it was apparent that the area was being affected by the lesser fallen. The tree in front of him on his right was giving off an unnatural Arora that made him narrow his red eyes.

Optimus slashed it with one quick motion of his pointed fingers tearing a chunk off of it like an animal before examining it closely…" Yep, bloody trees". "Shit". He cursed. That was a bad sign and he knew the animals could sense it. The silence in the forest was a dead giveaway.

Just then he heard a roar echo throughout the forest. It was one he knew all too well.

He let out a sigh through his mouth piece then said,

…shit…him…,

SMAAASH!

The tree line exploded revealing a massive mouth with all too familiar sharp teeth of grimmlock which attempted to bite down onto optimus's shoulder-plate. Hence "attempted", if not for the fact that optimus had caught it with both his hands one on top and one on bottom stopping it grimmlock with such force that he slipped and flopped on the ground. While optimus's legs dug into some bedrock from the sheer weight

Optimus looked him straight in the eyes and could see he was in panic mode, apparently attacking him out of survival instinct.

"I'm going to let go and I'm going to ask you some questions…, don't attack…, he said with a gruff".

Grimmlock stared at him for a moment then his eyes lowered in acknowledgment.

He then let go of grimmlock's jaw which landed with a few strained pops in the gears as it did.

Grimmlock stood up and changed into his robot mode before noticing optimus's new dark stature with some mild interest. He also noticed that the individual in front of him had a certain aurora around him, one that had aspects that he could not quite pick up on his rational side but more on his primitive side. One that made his parts crawl and told him not to pursue a fight if it was unwarranted.

"Are your friends back there, because they certainly aren't with you"?

Grimmlock shook his head before saying, "No, last me grimmlock saw them they were still sleeping on the other side of the island in mine den".

"Good, now the point". Optimus responded.

"I know something put you in a crazed state, how far would you say it was from here"? Optimus asked.

"Me grimmlock not know where it is now but me think you would have luck in the path of trees me left behind." Grimmlock said feeling uneasy while trying to advert looking into optimus's slitted eyes.

It was then optimus passed his taller frame then pulled out his battle-axe which glowed with some black and red, indented markings on the handle and blade end that had runes, cuneiform glyphs and other various markings from certain older cultures embedded on it along with a glowing red inverted omega symbol with an alpha in the round center on the bottom of the handle, after taking a few steps into the trees he said to grimmlock,

"No matter what you hear, no matter what you may see, Do, Not, under any circumstances pursue me, this monster is beyond you". He said extending the last part with some seriousness.

He didn't bother to turn back to look at the slightly shaken grimmlock as he sunk into the ruined trees.

Upon entering the end of the ruined trees, he could see it. "It's just as ugly as the others". He thought to himself.

The fallen cherubim had its back turned so it would be easy to sneak up on so long as he was quick, it was approximately a bit smaller than optimus but had a chitin like shell like red and white armor that looked like a skeletal mix between a crab and a knight with four clawed fingers including a thumb on each long hand piece, it had a back like a beetle hiding feathered wings underneath with claws on the sides of the fuzz that was connected to each rib. And its legs were like the arms except ending in segmented eagle like feet. It also had a thorax that glowed underneath like as if it was fresh with blood. Like a mosquito that freshly fed.

It slowly turned its head to the side away from the dear that it was ripping into revealing a skull like face with no eye sockets and noble looking lips, and a boney socket for a nose. It then sniffed the air before making a growling noise.

"Roooaaarrrr!"

But it didn't come from in front.

Optimus did a forward roll as a massive lightly scaled hand nearly missed him colliding on the ground making the earth shake as it did.

"Shit, a Mountain Troll"!

The mountain troll was several stories tall above the trees and was blue with bloody warpaint in the form of runic symbols on its arms, legs, chest, and forehead in its chest was an exposed heart that pulsed with red magma like energy that was evidently its blood. It had a boney jaw, like a beard that was made of pure bone and a mammoth skull that had two tusks over its real tusks like a mask that was wrapped on its head by a chain its eyes shown through two holes on the sides while the nose part of the skull had the Midgard symbol painted on the actual forehead. On its waist was a Nordic tunic with skins of mammoths made into pants and boots. On its side was a makeshift dagger that was the size of half a flag pole with that was essentially a jaw bone of some creature with serrated bits of metal that were Viking axe heads tied into the segments making a second row of teeth on both sides of the jaw's teeth. It also had a handle with a mass of human skulls tied at the bottom of the hilt.

Only one word came to his mind at that time since he failed to notice that the cherubim brought a hired gun as the real muscle.

"Damn"!

Fight Scene Begins

The troll charged with a thunder clapping roar as he drew his makeshift dagger.

At the same time the fallen cherubim snarled as it slashed at optimus with unrelenting speed making optimus smack it in the face with his elbow in response momentarily knocking it backwards. It didn't have time to real back as it was grabbed by its clawed foot and hurled into the troll who swatted it to the side before it smacked against a tree on the edge of the clearing letting out a screech as its physical form was hurt.

Rather than dodge the troll optimus threw his axe like a boomerang that landed below the knee as it screamed in agony making it slide forward skidding on the ground as it went. Before it could stop though optimus punched it in the cheek while letting out a war cry of his own that shattered his left tusks along with a section of the mask revealing ugly teeth with pointed ends.

The hit was so strong that the troll flopped upright before landing backwards momentarily dazed.

Optimus grabbed the battle-axe and ripped it out of the troll's leg making a fissure of blood that burned into the ground with a sizzling noise.

It was then that the demon launched at optimus from the side with his wings unfolded while he was turning apparently taking this opportunity to get some payback for the last hit. This resulted in optimus dropping his axe with a loud thud noise.

The two locked hands as optimus and the fallen were pushed back from the unholy energies it was irradiating causing the earth to dig under his feet.

Back at base in Detroit ratchet was surveying the monitor with ultra magnus and sentinel prime by his side as they were listening to Alpha Trion's agonizing tale intently. Quite frankly they looked like they were dumbfounded.

"How in the name of the frag did he even get there in the first place"? sentinel replied. "There have been no space bridges opening since our arrival to earth"!

Alpha Trion was up late studying the knife that was in the background applying it to every test imaginable over these past few weeks. He looked like he had a tired soul in his eyes. He then spoke.

"I think I might have a clue as to what has happened to our friend". He finally said.

This peeked everyone's interest. Especially sari, bumblebee, jazz, bulkhead, and everyone else present who were listening on the side.

"While I was studying the blade, he left behind I discovered high concentrations of the elements sulfur, iron, burnt and melted silicon, aka glass, and most surprisingly ancient human blood" … He cleared his possessing cords. "As well as micro carvings on the knife some of which bear resemblance to in human terms demonology, and ancient evil entities of various earth cultures. He then zoomed in on the knife in the stasis field as he clicked the button on the consol.

Suddenly the knife lit up like a Christmas tree with a pentagram and various runes from Norse, Egyptian, and Greek mythology amongst others.

"Now most of the symbols seem to be based on the pentagram which is inverted and has a small goat face on it, but on much closer inspection I think he slipped me a message".

"It reads the serpent in the garden over and over again".

"Wait". Sari spoke up, are you saying this is evidence of what human's call…. hell….". She sounded freaked out. For good reason.

"Not only that child but while this is only a theory, since this all started with that incident with megatron I am prepared to put my faith in the reality, even though I don't know the reason". "Optimus must have made a deal of sorts to come back, at least that's what some of the lore suggests".

"Think about it not just on earth but every major planet that supports intelligent life has some lore based on religion". "Even we had a deity known as primus at one point during and before the war".

Ratchet looked down in thought, it was one thing to hear about it, another thing to learn that those lesser species fears of the dark were well founded, and not because of the animal life.

As he looked at the others, they all had a look of fear and horror on their faces, considering that they took it as the raving of lunatic organics whenever they heard the stories in the autobot minds.

It was then the alert beeped showing dinobot island on one of the screens.

It started to growl in response as optimus gave it a death glare.

Realizing it was trying to buy time for its ally to get back up optimus decided to end it here so it could focus on the troll which was starting to stir and get back up.

"This thing is pissing me off", "Guise it's time to bring out a big gun". He thought to himself.

Then the omega mark started to glow as time seemed to slow down time in his personal space before it became full blown sparks and fire that irradiated his form like a raging forest fire on his dark frame it caused the earth to melt below his feet and sizzle before turning into glass from the sudden change in temperature, it was so hot it started to match the demons home realm in the underworlds in comparison.

"RRRRAAAAAAGGGGHHHHRRRR", optimus let out a war cry that echoed throughout the valley as his body burst in a raging inferno that scorched the area around him in a circle leaving scorched trees that threatened a forest fire if left uncontained. Like the very air was sparking hot.

But he was to pissed off to care at this point in his blind rage to calm down.

"Scrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeccchhhh!" the demons wings burst into flames as its hands felt like melted candles with bits of shell falling off its fingers and forearms making it real back in agony.

But optimus wasn't done yet!

He picked up the demon by the neck and leg and hauled it into a nearby boulder cracking it as he did.

CCCRRRAAAAACCKKKK!

The whole boulder split down the middle from the brute force as the demon was momentarily dazed with a cracked skull plate. Optimus lifted both his fists up and with a mighty roar slammed them down on the creature sending a shockwave of debris that leveled a few rows of trees and rocks. Like shrapnel from a grenade. Which was followed by a fountain of blood that caked him and pooled on the ground. And caused a small tremor.

He heard movement from behind and swung around to see the troll starting to stir.

"Like hell you're getting up after all this"!

Optimus screamed at the top of his voice box, or was it lungs now even though he technically didn't need to breath?

He ran forward and did a massive jump in midair, only to slam down on the trolls sizzling chest cavity making it gurgle as blood and bits spat out of its mask's eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

Optimus grabbed both rows of tusks and pulled while turning with all his might.

"SNAP"! "RIIIIP"! "POP!

A geyser of blood and fire went all over the trees as optimus tossed the head to the side. Before slowly dying down the mark that was activated, and slowly stood up. Letting out steam from his nostrils.

He ignored the shattering noises of his feet for a few yards on the once sandy dirt that had turned to glass from the fight.

He looked around at the carnage he caused, what little trees remained were on fire and had blackened shattered stumps and trunks. As the fire burned away what blood was in the environment.

"Shit, I overdid it a little bit". He thought to himself as he popped a joint or five.

He walked over to his battle axe and with a "ping" noise picked it up from where it was rooted. Wiping the blood off of it and his arms as he did.

He then stopped and turned after making a few steps forwards, …" how long have you two been there"? he asked.

Standing there was snarl and swoop, who had their jaws on the ground as they stared at the landscape and trees before them.

Till Next time which should be soon…