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Mayhem stood over his Elder with a blade firmly grasped between his digits. VenomVein lay on his back, bloodied and beaten beyond repair after getting struck with his own khopesh. The curved sword had impaled the large mech's abdomen and greenish energon oozed out of the wound and was now burning the sides of VenomVein's waist since it was filled with his own corroding venom. It had to be done, VenomVein could no longer take the pain he was experiencing now. This was more pain than he had ever felt in his life, even when his own Sire had whipped him with a flaming horsewhip when he was but a young boy.
"Mayhem.." VenomVein sputtered out the words like a dying car engine, "Do it. Jusst end it all here."
"N-no!" Mayhem cried, "I will not be the reason you are gone!"
"Fine. I'll help you."
The larger nagacon gripped Mayhem's wrists and pulled the blade dangerously close to his own neck wiring. He had to go, his time was near. He knew he was far too old to fight anyways, he should have found a good opponent to take the throne eons ago. Tut was gone now, he didn't make it for too long on his own. The lack of training and skill he had was the cause of his death leaving his own sparkmate and sparklings alone. Wadjet stood far in the back, chocking on her own tears. She couldn't watch.
VenomVein lifted his helm, "Pleasse Mayhem! End me NOW."
Mayhem furiously shook his helm, "I won't! If you wanted to die so badly eons ago why didn't you do it yourself when I wasn't even thought of yet?"
VenomVein released a grunt, "Trusst me, Mayhem. I tried many times to offline mysself but it never worked. That is rule ONE of being conssumed by the primordial waters, killing yoursself iss not an option."
VenomVein could now feel the side of his abdomen completely gone, the venom had corroded straight through his protoform exposing a few of his internal workings. If he wasn't offlined now he'd have to lay there in agony until he was nothing but a frame. A husk. His venom was too pungent even for himself, all those billions of years he lived without any leakage from his veins; but now a major wound had reactivated the primal instincts in his systems and released the acidic venom. He couldn't scream, for when he was a younger mech he had been trained to never show fear nor pain. He did not wince once since then. He kept on the fight without whining over his injuries.
"Mayhem. Now." His voice sounded like a rusted door hinge, "Pleasse. I promisse you can contact me via the Duat. I'll alwayss be there... hopefully."
Mayhem nodded, "You will be missed by many."
As he raised the blade, VenomVein closed his optics for the first time in eons. Eternal rest. After that, VenomVein heard the faint sound of the blade crashing into his chestplating and the sizzling of the venom that erupted from the wound on his chest.
He had finally gained peace.
