A single cancerous cell.

"And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, til the Devil behind the leaves whispered, ‘It’s pretty, but is it Art?’"


Ah, something like that… *frowns a little as Unicron sets the treat aside-they’re not poison you know* I just want to do some nice things for him, since, you know…

Since he has taken you in as his mate, and his future King? *proceeds to attempt to ignore the treats, hands folding in his lap*