When the Cicatrix Maledictum opened, a path to the Deep Warp opened and swallowed a Grand Host of the Word Bearers carrying them across time and space to a galaxy that had yet to feel the touch of corruption.
Artemis wakes in a strange forest and meets an infuriating vampire.
Artemis falls into Hell and is at the mercy of the master of the pit, a merciless demon who delights in breaking people.
As usual, Heaven is really bad at orchestrating the universe. An angel loses Artemis' paperwork and all hell breaks loose. Literally.
Meanwhile, in Hell a war is brewing, millenia long plans coming to fruition; the end of the world creeping ever closer...
7 million years ago, the latest blow to gender on Cybertron is dealt by the rising Functionist tide, stirring an Arcee struggling with loneliness and aesthetic dysphoria into enraged action to help bots in the Hadean System across the aesthetic spectrum save their transformative glory and stories… in the process, she finds aid from the scientist Jhiaxus, who also offers her a new reformatting surgery to let her spark do shaping with CNA editing help. Thus begins a new chapter in her life as...
This is the story of a monster from the Enclave, what made her who she is, the harm she did to so many, and her impossible quest to be good. The question is who she'll hurt and how they'll deal with it before it all comes crashing down.
Please see the extensive content warning in the first post before reading for what potentially triggering content is in this fic and why it's here.