Optimus Prime, Are You Poisonous? (8,000 Subscriptions Requested)

Volthoom's eyes were about to split open as he watched the rainbow colors within his body disappear, the flesh and blood that had been cut off from him for more than ten billion years returning.

When the final drop of color was stripped away by Optimus Prime, Volthoom had returned to his original appearance.

He was an ordinary mortal... no different from any normal human on Earth.

A mortal without any supernatural power.

Lowering his helpless gaze, Volthoom weakly watched his violently trembling hands. They were his original hands, but this was not what he wanted at all.

He had lost.

He had not lost to Optimus Prime, nor had he lost to anyone else. He had merely lost to Blackest Night Emperor.

Volthoom had overestimated himself and drastically underestimated Blackest Night Emperor, to the point that he had developed the illusion that he and Blackest Night Emperor were nearly equals.

Blackest Night Emperor was a Lantern Beast, while Volthoom was merely a powerful mortal.

Whoosh!

Blackest Night Emperor brought down his scythe, striking Volthoom squarely in the spine. Having long lost any will to fight and fallen into despair, Volthoom was chopped in two on the spot.

The power of death swept over him. Volthoom's body rapidly withered, and with his consciousness fading, he entered death.

"I can't kill him."

Blackest Night Emperor explained to Optimus Prime, somewhat unwillingly.

He might have taken Volthoom down cleanly and decisively, but even as Blackest Night Emperor, he could not kill a coordinate like Volthoom.

Blackest Night Emperor was now part of the force invading the spectrum. He could not kill a being chosen by the Emotional Spectrum, even if that being was merely a human.

No matter how many times Volthoom was killed, he would be reborn just as many times