Transformers Fan Fiction ❯ RID: God Generation: CTG ❯ Down the Demon's Lair ( Chapter 8 )

[down the demon's lair]

Into the house of death…

… down the cold stairs of bones…

(4 days later)

Prowl narrows his eyes as he brutally enters the messroom, crossing it while anger brews in his fluid-vessels, several other Autobots (Hotshot, Wars, X-brawn and Hightower) look up confused as Prowl's yellow optics are glowing with rage, "Hightower… where's Wedge?!" he practically snarls the bulldozer's name, "he didn't had to kill Sideburn!! He's a little bastard, that's what he is! Hammerites detest CTGs! That's why he killed him without thinking of more peacefuller ways!!" Hightower pales as Prowl moves closer towards him, not knowing quite what to say at the moment, "tell me Hightower… where, is, Wedge?" he gulps, "no Prowl, Wedge did what he had to do, you won't blame him… if you want to, you will go to Optimus and deal with the situation from there" Prowl snarls and turns, leaving the room while he contacts T-ai, "T-ai, I would like to speak with Wedge, can you give me his location?"

"Wedge is in his room Prowl, but why would you want to speak to him? I mean, he's still recovering from the damage" T-ai's voice responds, "I would just like to know exactely what happened between him and Sideburn, that's all" Prowl says as he walks towards the quarters area, not seeing how Hightower looks at him from the shadows, no way Prowl, Wedge has enough to deal with right now, the last thing he needs is some surprise-visit from you… he grimaces as he opens his comlink, "Hightower to Wedge, come in, Wedge? Come in! …"

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Into the maws of chaos…

And across the fields of fire…

"Wedge! Open the door!" Prowl says as he knocks on the metal door that connects the hall with Wedge's room, Prowl waits for a while untill he frowns and knocks again, crossing his arms as the door slides open and Wedge looks at him with sleepy optics, "Prowl? What are you doing here?" he asks, frowning as Prowl glares at him, "how are you feeling Wedge?" the boy frowns, "how I'm feeling? Tired, why you ask?" he looks at the policecar, "is this important? I need to rest like T-ai ordered me, so if you would…"

"you?! You little selfish bastard! You don't care about Sideburn, now do ya!?" Prowl takes a step forward, forcing Wedge to look up at him, "Prowl?? What are you…" he stammers, confusion showing in his eyes as he glances around the hallway for help, "what do you mean!? I care about Sideburn!! I hate it that he's gone!"

"no you don't! you like it! With Sideburn gone, you needn't be afraid of anyone anymore! Cause you're a hammerite and now you've just sended your only real threat down to hell!" Prowl hisses. "Prowl!! That's enough!!" Optimus's voice bellows through the hall as the Autobot Leader walks up to them, "Wedge needs his rest badly! And you are not at command to go and persecute him about the battle's outcome" Prowl salutes and nods, "I am sorry Optimus, it will not happen again"

Optimus softens his face as he looks at Prowl, "I know that you miss your brother… but you should not go and vent your anger and sorrow on Wedge, he has enough to deal with right now, don't you think that he's feeling bad enough by himself because he had to be the one fighting Sideburn? They were almost same age" Optimus says as he turns towards the buildteam leader, "Wedge, you may go back in your room to rest, or do whatever you feel like, no-one will disturb you again untill you feel better" he sees the boy nod and he turns to leave, "Prowl… *no-one* disturbs him… understood?" "yes Optimus… no-one" the policecar repeats as he joins his leader, not looking back but if he had, he would've seen Wedge standing there with a determined, angry face while his hand reaches into his subspace pocket to touch a pair of double bladed war-axes which can be combined into a staff… no… you better not disturb me, for I have better things to do…things you don't and won't understand… outsiders…he snarls as he enters back into his room.

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Over the bridge of damnation…

We will travel…

To the fiery heaven down below…

(1 day later)

"Move it you worthless slave!!" Sideburn grits his teeth as the whip comes down hard onto his back, holding his tears back as he feels his battered body sink to the ground, "Stand up!!" he dares a look at the demon standing a few metres away from him, it's a black and red beast, horns sticking out of his body on many places, please… he begs his body to stand up and he slowly moves on, cursing as his flesh gets burned from the surrounding heat, his longues burning from foul gasses in the air, smoke and ash tearing his eyes, "move faster! We don't have all day long you know… although… you'll be here for all eternity…" the demon jokes, his only red eye focusing on someone approaching, a mix between a lizard and a goat, it speaks to the demon in a fast pace and in a language Sideburn cannot understand even as he focuses his ears.

"alright…" the red demon turns to Sideburn, who looks back at him with hate glowing in his red eyes, his flesh demon wings flap one time to wipe all the dust off of them, "you go with him, slave, and no tricks…" Sideburn swifts his gaze to the hybrid who mounts a black winged horse and roughly ties the chains of Sideburn's shackles to the saddle… and starts a fast pace making Sideburn trip and almost lose his balance, but he holds and runs along, not being able to do anything else.

"ah, so you're also up for the butcher, aren't ya?" a second slave, a troll, looks at him as they follow the hybrid slavedriver, Sideburn looks at the troll questioning, "the butcher? But, aren't we already dead?" the troll laughs out loud, "hehe!! Oh, but in hell… you can die over and over…" Sideburn gulps at hearing that, "by primus"

"Primus??" the troll repeats and looks him all over: a blue tanned humanoid demon with blue hair and a spiked tail, horns come out of the sides of his head, "so… you're CTG? Child of the Third Gate?" Sideburn widens his eyes amazed, "how??" "every dragon or demon humanoid with elemental colours and who say words like `primus, holy spark' and such are CTG, figures" the troll spits on the ground, "listen, you'd better not show that you're CTG, if they ask, tell the truth, but if they don't… keep your tramp shut!" the troll snarls at him.

"but… why?" Sideburn asks, looking forward to see a large castle coming in view from the mountains, "WHY? Bordacka! He's even asking why!" the troll rolls his head backwards and laughs out loud, "listen you fool! The only cybertronians who come here and are not slaves are Binjaris! And guess what… Lycanta entered here… a long while ago, but what's time here?" the troll laughs as Sideburn chokes, "Ly.. Lycanta…!!??" he widens his eyes in shock as they enter the castle, the slavedriver snarls at them, "shut up!! Slaves aren't allowed to use the mistress's name ever! Her glory reaches higher then you fools can understand… All hail Amadeus, the binjari wargod and his advisor/second commander: Lycanta Ryno'ste'Haleo!" the hybrid gives a pull to the chains and both Sideburn and the troll land on their knees in the mud, "stand up!" the slavedriver yells while looking at them mockingly, simply walking on while the two `slaves' struggle to follow as they get dragged down the halls and then, a door opens and they halt in what seems to be a throne room, a very, very large throne room…

Sideburn coughs as he tries to get back up, freezing in position as he feels the powers in this room, oh no… he slowly looks up, eyes locking with green optics as he straightens, quickly looking down at the ground while he tries not to shiver from fear…

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May the demons cry out their power

And the wolves of doom release their sorrowfull howls…

She narrows her eyes as the young lad looks away, smiling as she looks at the gigantic creature beside her, "master… this is a rare case… a CTG" she purrs as she stands up and puts her glass of red wine on a table, motioning a slave to come over as she walks towards Sideburn who tries not to step back, "why hello there handsome…" she purrs seductivly, swaying her hips as she circles him, "and what might your name be?" she inches very close to his face, hearing the soft rattle of his shaking scales, "owh, don't be so afraid, I'm not gonna hurt you, oh no… if only you would tell me your name…" she says before biting into his lower lip and laughs as he pulls back with a yelp, "my name is Sideburn" he quickly whispers before looking down, not seeing how Lycanta motions the slave and takes out a dagger, and before Sideburn knows, the sweet scent of blood makes him look up, seeing Lycanta making a cut in the slave's wrist, bringing the cut up to his mouth.

"but…" Sideburn looks confused, his stomach expressing its desire by a loud rumble, "don't say you're not hungry CTG… your stomach proves otherwise, now… feed, and take your time" Lycanta watches with interest how Sideburn starts lapping up the red fluid, she had never watched a CTG feed on this close a distance, and she roughly pushes her disgust of this demon cybertron race aside, if only for the wishes of that *other* bot, she smiles as she remembers that he wished to speak with her concerning this slave, finally… he wants a slave for his own… she turns and leaves the room as Sideburn continues to feed, knowing that the guards will stop him when the slave starts to suffocate… then they will simply bring a new one untill he's satisfied…

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well!! Did you expect that!?? Tell me honestly!! I bet you thought he was going to get vaped! ^_^ I want to show my thanks for a good friend of mine who helped me: Sunshine-lady! Thanks for helping me decide what to do in this chapter!! The poem in this chapter is my own, it will continue in the next chapter!

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