Ever since the dark energon shard had pierced his spark chamber, Megatron had felt it in every receptor in his frame. A connection to something mind-bendingly powerful, just out of his grasp. It could be no other than Unicron himself. It thrilled him to wield the power of a god. He wondered sometimes if this was how Optimus felt, carrying the Matrix.

The visions were something he hadn’t been prepared for. A resounding voice, and images racing through his mind, distorted in violent purples and reds. He saw entire worlds rent asunder, fire raining down, planets aligning.. but other things captured his attention. The Chaosbringer whispered his sweet lies, promising eternal glory in his victory, and the warrior standing over Optimus Prime as a mountain erupted behind them. The Unmaker himself beckoned him, but to where, he could not tell.

The day came when his battle with Optimus mimicked exactly what Megatron had seen, and Unicron’s presence around and within him became stronger than ever. He felt the pulse of a spark so much greater than his own and knew that it was time. The warlord cleaned himself off, went to the mountaintop he had been shown, and there offered himself. The tainted spark within him glowed red and he knew that this was his true destiny.

“I call on you as my Lord and Master, Oh Mighty Unicron!”

“Who would speak to me?”

“Your servant most humble, Megatron, Leader of the Decepticons, and your very Herald, the one who wielded the Dark Energon which binds us, to awaken you once again! The prophecy has been fulfilled! It is only the beginning of what we will accomplish together, for you will rule this planet and those who walk upon it through me!”

“Prideful fool. How dare you think yourself capable of summoning my life force. I rise because I have deemed it my time!" It was a more than a slap to the face. Finally here was a higher power that had called to him alone, lit its flames within his spark. Surely this had happened for a reason!

"Master, I did not mean to overstep-”

“SILENCE, worm! I have no need of your lowly assistance.”

Megatron fell to his knees. The proud gladiator begged.

“Please my lord, I exist only to serve you!" 

”-What is this I sense, the taint of Primus, here?“ The warlord rose again, sensing an opportunity.

"That is Optimus, the last of the Primes: our sworn enemy.”

“You profess loyalty to me, yet allow a disciple of Primus to live?!”

“I will destroy him for you! His screams will be heard!" 

"I grow weary of your prattle. Surely if you had the power to destroy this Prime, you would have done so already. I will deal with him myself.”

The glow faded, replaced by something much darker. First Cybertron… and now cast aside by its counterpart. Unicron’s very blood flowed through his veins… A wave of anger surged within Megatron, the likes of which he hadn’t felt in millenia. If the Chaosbringer would not accept him, then he would feel this mortal’s wrath.

“I SHALL NOT BE DENIED!”