In Marvel as a summoning Mage

A story on other side

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Megatron POV

I never thought I'd see this day—the day I'd consider a truce with Optimus Prime. I'd have called it impossible, the ultimate betrayal of everything I'd fought for. Yet here we are, standing on the precipice of something neither of us could control.

When he exiled me and my allies to the surface, it was a humiliation I didn't forget. It wasn't just a personal betrayal by Prime but one sanctioned by the Matrix itself, a symbol meant to guide and protect us all. Two hundred years have passed since then. I've been patient, prepared, building an army for the day we'd reclaim Cybertron from the Autobots. And yet, none of my preparations could anticipate this… anomaly.

Something happened—something that made all of us stop. For the first time, I looked up and noticed the stars. They seemed… dimmer, as if the universe itself was recoiling. A feeling crept over us all, one I hadn't felt since my earliest days: sadness. Pain. A hollow emptiness that tugged at every spark on Cybertron. It was as if the planet was warning us, a whisper of some terrible fate that lurked just beyond our sight.

Then he came. Optimus Prime, the betrayer, stood before me once more. I didn't welcome him, yet he bore an urgency I couldn't ignore. I had no intention of listening to his warnings, not after all he'd done. But he spoke of a message—a message from Primus. Even I couldn't ignore that, for no one would dare lie in the name of our god. And if the Matrix had granted him this vision, then perhaps it was true. Despite the anger simmering in my circuits, I set aside my grievances. If Primus himself was warning us, then this wasn't the time for old rivalries.

But as I listened to him, I was gripped by disbelief. The reality he described sounded like madness. Yet, almost as if the universe heard his warning, a dark omen unfolded before our eyes. Energon began to turn—corrupting into something vile and unnatural. Dark Energon. It seeped into the transformers who depended on it, forcing them into sleep mode, yet even in their slumber, they wore expressions twisted in sorrow, pain, and despair.

Then the Quintessons attacked, but they weren't as we remembered. They came in waves, faces wracked with anguish and bodies cloaked in darkness, lashing out as if some invisible force compelled them. Transformers who fell to their strikes succumbed to the same fate, turning against their brethren as mindless weapons of misery.

And it didn't stop there. Those already in sleep mode woke as mindless drones, their sparks tainted by whatever darkness plagued the Quintessons. Our ranks began to turn against each other, our own kin transformed into enemies by this horrific blight.

It was then I knew—no, I understood. Cybertron was truly in danger, and this threat would swallow us all if we didn't act. So Optimus and I stood side by side, not as rivals, but as brothers in arms, bound by a duty greater than our hatred. We sealed the planet, closing off every port and passage to protect what we could. But the darkness had already seeped in, spreading through Cybertron like a plague.

Now, I find myself fighting not only to survive but to protect those I once sought to conquer. The Decepticons, my loyal followers, rally to my side as I forge us anew. We are no longer the oppressors, but warriors bound to defend Cybertron against this relentless shadow. Optimus leads the Autobots beside us, and together we fight to reclaim our world from the grip of the mindless Quintessons and corrupted transformers.

We are the last line of defense for Cybertron. And though I once fought for revenge, I now stand as something else—a protector, an anti-hero. And if this darkness thinks it can tear Cybertron from me, then it will learn that Megatron does not yield.