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====The Fallen==== [[File:240px-Fallen-warwithin.jpg|thumb|right|Megatronus Prime; The Fallen; Archangel of Destruction]] Unicron counts some beings as his greatest servants, those who have travelled with him since time immemorial to serve him; first and foremost being the Fallen, Megatronus Prime and Primus' wayward son. The Fallen, like Unicron, is said to be a divine being, not truly capable of being destroyed even if his body appears to die, and is said to have taken on many shapes. Made into a guardian of entropy, the orderly dissolution of all things; whether great or small to oversee and curtail its destructive powers and ensure that it did not devolve into chaos and thus become a tool of Unicron, the nature of the force that Megatronus tried to control in the end consumed him and with the prodding of the Liege Maximo; the first of the original thirteen to spurn the path of good; turned to madness and betrayed his brothers and sister to Unicron, slaying his sister Solus Prime and siding with Unicron in the first war before sharing his fate of banishment. The Fallen has occasionally reappeared, with some accounts even claiming to have seen his body destroyed; but such a formless evil can never truly be destroyed by mundane or even divine means, and it is said that even if the Fallen is shattered in a way he cannot reform from; Unicron himself will reconstitute his favoured servant to plague the stars once more. The first of Unicron's servants and the burning herald of entropy, the Fallen is worshipped in his own right by the cult of Unicron. Those cultists of Unicron who choose to hold the Fallen above all other Heralds of Unicron are the most apocalyptic of his servants. Just as the Fallen wants to see all of Reality reduced to ash and embers, to burn in the fires of entropy until nothing remains and nothing can live; so too does the Fallen sect seek to destroy and ruin, rather than corrupt or enslave. Those of the sect of the Fallen have at many times tried to destroy entire planets at a time with the aid of dreadful artifacts or schemes meant to do little more than destroy everything they can as thoroughly as they can; purposefully trying to beget the act of Exterminatus so that what they see as another bastion of the wretched nature of existence will perish. Apocalypse cults in every sense of the word, the Fallen's favoured are at the very least, generally unsubtle in most cases. His artifact is the Requiem Blaster, which he has used to end entire worlds with a single shot and is a weapon of such power that it can destroy, not simply banish; even Greater Daemons with a single shot though he no longer needs it; having ascended and left it behind for mortals to destroy themselves over a chance to fire it, and were that not enough, his physical prowess and other artifacts make him such a terrifying opponent to face that he has yet to ever lose a battle in the few times Unicron's favoured servant makes himself known. If Unicron is to the Cybertronians as the Chaos gods are to man, then the Fallen is very much Horus ascendant to their kind, the embodiment of just how far they can fall. <center>'''"You call yourselves servants of Chaos and yet you continue to try and build and corrupt, you seek to make your own empires in dedication to your young gods and merely seek to pervert what order has created. You and your gods do not even deserve the moniker of Chaos, you are nothing more than another set of squabbling children who call their petty cruelties defiant of the nature of creation. Let me tell you of real chaos then. I will see all things reduced to ash, I will hear you scream as you watch your beloved gods dissolve into the primordial soup of oblivion as every last star goes dark and their planets become dust. I will savour your agony as your "chaos" perishes as the shrivelled husk of life breathes its last, and then as you realize that everything you have achieved in this existence was for nothing, only then will I allow you the mercy of final oblivion. These are the terms of my bargain with you and your little princedom.''' - The Fallen to the Tzeentchilist Daemon Prince Imargathulas.</center>
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