(This is severe A N G S T.)
(I have no regrets)

Technology Danger Marina sat upon her throne as she stared at the red and black winged individual who stood in front of her. Red eyes met red and blue heterochronic ones as the demon smirked at the cynical cyborg ruler.

"You know, you really don't summon me as much like you used to, Little one. Why is that?" Azarath asked as his hungry grin stayed upon his face. Tech shrugged apathetically, wanting to get this meeting done as soon as possible. "I've had my hands full of dealing with those resistances while establishing my control into other divisions of Quadrant 62." Tech answered monotonously, her voice permanently changed to sound deeper and automated, letting everyone who heard it feel fear from the centre of their core. "You try enslaving a reality's worth of civilizations while dealing with the freaks I have to delete every day." She added, allowing the smallest of smiles to grace her usually emotionless face as the thought of all those 'heroes' tried to shut her down.

Heroes. What a joke.

They don't exist in her opinion, only monsters of greed, cruelty and ignorance. Humanity was full of those monsters who all called themselves heroes because they did something right for themselves, like that Iron Man, whose devices pitifully were no match for her own. What a flawed race of idiots.

After all, if heroes were real amongst this species named humanity, why did none of them rescue her from her torturer? Why did no one save her family before they were killed? Why did none of them stop the man who did it in the first place?! Why did no one ever stop all the cruelty she was dealt with in life or even give a single damn?! Why did no one ever save her brother before he was-?!

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind, your Highness." Az commented sarcastically, drawing Tech away from her vengeful thoughts. "Now, let's finally discuss the reason why you called me shall we?" He made a motion with his hand as a desk then appeared in front of the two so they could discuss their business. Allowing her emotions to erase themselves once more, she gave a formal nod to the demon.

It had been 6 years since the acclaimed "Mechanic Uprising" that almost destroyed all life on Earth. Techno had seen humanity’s errors and made it her purpose to remove every single flaw littering the planet's surface. It wasn't too difficult to do, the stupid people depended on machinery every day, the very machines she could control with her technopathic abilities. One flick of a hand or snap of her fingers was all it took to create her arsenal of destruction to send the humans running for their worthless lives. What fun it was to see those earthly beings fall to the ground, each time begging for a saviour. Of course, none came to help them. It's just like she says, heroes didn't exist.

But there were plenty of villains and she was the greatest of them all. The entire universe said so itself.

Tech and Azarath took their seats around his desk as he took off a glove on his right hand, exposing a tattoo-like pentagram which omitted a dark aura from him. Technology glanced at the satanic mark as she felt a small burn on the back of her neck, rubbing it as she was reminded of her own matching mark there, signifying her as prey that this savage predator would one day consume.

She remembered the day when she and her family first arrived in this world two years ago, a parallel universe to their own, when she met the demon who now sat before her. Techno arrived in the strange streets of New York and met an estranged and mad doctor, who called himself Matthew Gander (which was a false name but we'll touch on that later), who forced her limbs and weapons to destroy her parents and twin brother, mirroring a puppeteer controlling a helpless doll before throwing her away, deeming her useless as he left her for death to collect. Only Azarath showed up instead. A deal was struck, and he restored the android to her full power, granting her a single favour in return for one later in her life, although she swore upon her brother’s soul that she would never need it.

Which brings us back to Technology’s current situation.

“I’m ready for that favour now.”

Azarath’s feathered wings twitched at the young ruler’s words, his red eyes sparked in interest. Technology saw the eager look in his eyes and cursed herself for meeting this creature of Hell. “I’m glad you’ve finally come to your senses then, Your Majesty,” said Az “I’m curious though, what brought on that change of heart? Last time I asked, you said that, ‘Never, you damn, soul-devouring, hell spawn. I’d rather eat my own circuits.’.” Tech cringed at the reminder before remembering she had more important tasks at hand.

“I know I said some... discriminatory words last time we met,” She answered swiftly, “but I promise, once my favour is over, that this time next year you will no longer be bound to the contract and I will fulfil my end of our deal.” Techno saw how the business demon’s hungry eyes widened at the idea of an early finish and gave herself a pat on the back, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that Azarath would take the bait.

Azarath contemplated the cyborg girl’s offer, weighing his options to see if it would benefit him. Keeping himself as professional as possible to hide his eagerness, Azarath nodded his horned head toward the ruthless teen queen. “I agree to your proposal but remember that while I am a creature of immense power, I can’t do everything, despite popular belief.” The demon stated, adjusting his red and black attire. “I’ll keep note of that,” Tech replied, “But I’m fairly certain you can accomplish this request, given that you’ve done it with myself in the past.” she hinted to the demon as her thoughts drifted to the objective of this meeting.

Tucked deep beneath them in her hiding place’s vast halls existed a lab that housed equipment and equipment beyond most scientists’ dreams, all of which were invented by the hard-working royal’s hands. And in one of the lab's safest vaults, was a metal boy who lay in a death-like coma. This young cyborg was Technology’s twin brother, Marco, who was an exact copy of her in every aspect imaginable, aside from his red and brown hair which contrasted his sister’s blue and brown locks. When she found him in an underground laboratory in the Life Foundation, his body mangled into pieces, Tech rescued him and restored him to his former self, albeit with a few major upgrades that would ensure him a healthy, happy life. It broke her heart knowing he too, was tortured by Carlton Drake, the same monster of a man who had kidnapped the young girl prior.

But despite her efforts, she was unable to wake up Marco.

But Azarath could. She knew he could.

Technology found herself once in the same state as Marco, having been tortured like him and placed into a similar coma. Just as she slipped into death’s waiting hands, another pair of claws dragged her back to the world of life, where she awoke to see blood red eyes and her own blood-stained hands. Hence, how she first met the demon who helped her achieve her crown of revenge.

“I need you to restore Marco Polo Marina’s soul. My brother deserves a life where he wasn’t strapped down to a damn table till he dies.” Tech demanded. The devil snorted at her request before lazing against the back of the chair as he looked over his clawed fingertips. A crafty smile decorated his face, akin to one Technology saw when she was rescued and chained to Azarath two years ago. The day her parents died.

Oh, how time flies by...

Disregarding the fact Azarath held his end of the contract, enhancing her technopathic abilities that allowed her to control the entire Earth in her quest for revenge, Technology loathed Azarath. Not only because he was a devil or how he would eat her soul when death came knocking, though they were valid reasons. Above everything else, Techno hated how patronising Azarath was, constantly treating her like an idiotic child, looking down upon her small figure or reminding her how her parents death and blood would forever stain her hands, no matter how many times she washed it with others.

Beneath those ruby irises, sharpened, hungry grin and bloodstained hair hid not only a cruel natured demon, but a sinister sociopath whose smile made grown men run to their mothers. Azarath was pleased that Tech always lost her confidence whenever they laid eyes on each other.

God how she hated that trickster demon.

“No.” Azarath said, his gaze returned to the infuriated girl as he spotted electrical sparks flying from her hands. Technology slammed her hands on the table, burning it with her hands, as she snarled, “Why the hell not?!”. A wicked laughter reverberated around them as he enjoyed watching her ‘temper-tantrum’.

Gripping the table tighter before settling back into her throne, Tech glared at Az as she waited impatiently for a reply. Azarath loved pressing just the right buttons that made her tick with anger. Deciding that he had a good laugh, Azarath calmed down and gave her the answer, knowing she wouldn’t take it well.

“Why, it’s quite obvious really.” He stated, rising from his chair as he started to walk around the table to the cyborg ruler. “You see, his soul has been lost from his body for far too long, Little Mar...” As he stalked towards Tech, Az watched his prey’s face stiffen from the mention of her mother’s nickname for the other twin. The fact that Marco was truly gone took control of her mind.

With dazzling speed, Az shifted, grabbing Tech’s jaw between two lethal claws and stared into her stunned eyes, his own irises sparkling with malicious intent. Moving his head so his lips were a hair breadth away from her ear, he whispered words that would cause Tech’s grip on sanity, and entire empire, crashing.

“-And it was delicious...”

-

About five days after that little meeting, a nearby resistance was planning to attack Technology directly at her base. However, just as they were about to knock out the cameras, one of the members, a yellow eyed female, noticed that the normally alert cameras had their lenses already pointed straight into the dirt.

Taking caution, the group of 6 approached the doors. This was further than any resistance had gone and live to tell the tale. The members of this rebel squad were nervous. Where were the sirens? The shutdown sequences? The thousands of deadly weapons appearing to destroy them as the distorted voice of the android laughed at them?

This squadron consisted of four males and two females, each with their own unique skillset and history. They had discovered each other on Earth before Technology had taken over and had stuck together ever since. The beanpole of a man nodded to the shortest in their group, who acknowledged it with a thumbs up with his bony hand.

*Time skip to when they find Tech's dead body :O*

Right beside Technology’s corpse was a body none of the group recognized. A young boy, roughly the same age as the girl beside him, another cyborg it seemed, was laid upon the ground. The invaders noticed that the two bodies must have been twins. Their hair, while varied in colour, matched in the exact same swirls, their dark, dead eyes the same shade as chocolate. They were a mirror image of each other.

And apparently, they had died right next to each other.

The resisters looked at each other as they all attempted to wrap their heads around an idea that such a cruel and unfeeling tyrant that destroyed their whole civilisation was nothing but a girl who even in death, was trying to reach out and hold her brother. None of them could turn their eyes away from the mangled bodies of the two robotic children.

Not enemies. Not tyrant rulers. Not even warriors or adults. They were just two tortured and empty children.

"What do you think happened to them? Why is she dead? How did we never hear about the boy?" One member, a tall female with black hair, asked to her comrades. Most of them shrugged in response, staring at the deceased tyrant on the floor, a bloodied knife held in her death grip, inches away from the massive hole inside her chest.

"I'm not sure, but... I believe these two lost the will to keep living." Answered a male next to her, his giant height towering above the others. The man's twin continued the statement. "And with that, came the crash of their own humanity."

Hidden high up in the castle’s spacious rafters, watching the group below him, Azarath chuckled silently to himself. These rebels had concluded that the two Marina children had committed suicide, their corpses left stranded upon the ground. It was a conclusion far beyond truth. ‘And none of them will ever know...’ Azarath thought gleefully to himself as he held a small flickering orb in his fingers, fighting to free itself from his grasp before he swallowed it whole. Azarath cleaned his sword, lapping the red liquid off with his tongue. His latest kill was that of the young girl once known as Technology Danger Marina, her soul satisfying his hunger and her still warm blood quenching his thirst. This would sate him for the next 100 years before starting the process all over again, committing unsolved murder after unsolved murder, eating whatever addictive soul he desired without a single consequence.

Oh, how he loved his life.