Sacrificial p. 2
Rating: Mature
includes: description of post-torture bot
Words: 448
Have some sickened Kup today.
Several decacycles passed before he got a solid lead. He pursued it casually, like a mech who was interested, but not desperate. As he quietly expressed interest he was approached by some of the cult mechs and with that same forced casualness he joined them, slowly descending through the ranks. Now, finally, on this sol, he had reached the deepest circle.
Kup already contacted Cybertron several sols before, when he found out about his 'advancement' and the 'important' ceremony that he now approached. While Kup didn't know exactly what the ceremony entailed he knew it likely would not be pleasant in more ways than one. He suspected it involved sacrifice and possibly a branding of sorts. Several of the other mechs had hinted at 'marking himself as Unicron's' but he hadn't seen any marks visible. That was either a good thing or a very bad one.
"In here, loyal servant Towline." The 'Second Prophet' said, directing him towards a massive set of doors imbedded into the wall of the rocky passage. They were sickeningly ornate, depicting Unicron devouring planets and sacrifices while his 'followers' gathered and celebrated. The small hope Kup harbored that the sacrifices might simply be wayward creatures was dashed instantly. He switched on his recording software, making sure to get images of the entire door.
The 'Second Prophet' pushed the doors open and Kup stepped inside, fighting to keep his expression neutral even as his spark froze in horror. At the far end of the room was a raised dias with sculptures, carvings, and offerings around an altar to which an unarmored bot was chained. Kup thought that, perhaps, the bot had just been dragged in here recently, meant only for an 'offering' but as the 'Second Prophet' pushed him forward Kup was able to take an inventory of the bots' condition.
His tanks churned upon seeing that the bots' armor hadn't been removed so much as ripped off his frame, which bore innumerable cuts, none of which overlapped while being as close to each other as possible. No part of his protoform was left unmarred by the half-sparkedly repaired wounds and Kup could see that the chains themselves had even been welded on. What was even more sickening was that the welds were so crooked they could only have been made while the bot was online and struggling. Rust, energon, and oil crusted both the mech's frame and the depressed altar beneath him. It was designed so it would pool underneath the 'offering' instead of running off the altar top. The mech's sparkplates had been clamped and welded open, revealing the weak fluttering of his spark which was obviously very sick from long exposure.
includes: description of post-torture bot
Words: 448
Have some sickened Kup today.
Several decacycles passed before he got a solid lead. He pursued it casually, like a mech who was interested, but not desperate. As he quietly expressed interest he was approached by some of the cult mechs and with that same forced casualness he joined them, slowly descending through the ranks. Now, finally, on this sol, he had reached the deepest circle.
Kup already contacted Cybertron several sols before, when he found out about his 'advancement' and the 'important' ceremony that he now approached. While Kup didn't know exactly what the ceremony entailed he knew it likely would not be pleasant in more ways than one. He suspected it involved sacrifice and possibly a branding of sorts. Several of the other mechs had hinted at 'marking himself as Unicron's' but he hadn't seen any marks visible. That was either a good thing or a very bad one.
"In here, loyal servant Towline." The 'Second Prophet' said, directing him towards a massive set of doors imbedded into the wall of the rocky passage. They were sickeningly ornate, depicting Unicron devouring planets and sacrifices while his 'followers' gathered and celebrated. The small hope Kup harbored that the sacrifices might simply be wayward creatures was dashed instantly. He switched on his recording software, making sure to get images of the entire door.
The 'Second Prophet' pushed the doors open and Kup stepped inside, fighting to keep his expression neutral even as his spark froze in horror. At the far end of the room was a raised dias with sculptures, carvings, and offerings around an altar to which an unarmored bot was chained. Kup thought that, perhaps, the bot had just been dragged in here recently, meant only for an 'offering' but as the 'Second Prophet' pushed him forward Kup was able to take an inventory of the bots' condition.
His tanks churned upon seeing that the bots' armor hadn't been removed so much as ripped off his frame, which bore innumerable cuts, none of which overlapped while being as close to each other as possible. No part of his protoform was left unmarred by the half-sparkedly repaired wounds and Kup could see that the chains themselves had even been welded on. What was even more sickening was that the welds were so crooked they could only have been made while the bot was online and struggling. Rust, energon, and oil crusted both the mech's frame and the depressed altar beneath him. It was designed so it would pool underneath the 'offering' instead of running off the altar top. The mech's sparkplates had been clamped and welded open, revealing the weak fluttering of his spark which was obviously very sick from long exposure.