I am so sorry that I was unable to post sooner, but every time I logged on to FF.net it was down or in read only mode or some lunacy like that. Well, this is it. What you have all been waiting for. This will hopefully be my masterpiece and I have worked long and hard upon every sentence to assure that it says exactly what I wish, how I want it to say it.

IMPORTANT(!!!): If you have already read the preview chapter I encourage reading the now 2nd chapter again for there are many changes and an entirely new continuation added.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own digimon *weeps*. They belong to some companies that I can't even pronounce, rather spell. Proof of this is that if I did own it I'd have to kill every single writer and probably turn the gun on myself if I ever let that 02 ending happen.

Lastly, I am 100% Christian and I hold no prejudice against any other religions so I am asking those truly religious among you not to flame me based on the explanation of how the world was created included in this prologue. It is part of the legend I dreamed up and is only an aid to the story.

Now that the necessary precautions are through on the story.!

Plight of Angels



Prologue



The legendary lost scrolls of Moore. Many believe them to be nothing more than an old wives' tale said to have vanished countless centuries ago but never truly understood. It was without end, unfinished for the prophet who wrote it mysteriously disappeared not long after. Scores of scholars had gone mad trying to unravel their mysteries and decipher their encrypted messages and to this day, some parts still remain to be translated. They were the pages of fate, not fit for mortal eyes. No human had the right to know the future and all who attempted were forever damned, cursed by the gods. The scrolls were fabled to contain the most ensnaring prophesies and visions the old world had ever seen. Tales of wicked demons, the heavens above and even the essence of life in all her splendor and sorrow. Stories so mystifying that the ancient religious leaders had order them destroyed in fears that they may bewitch the people, but they could not be destroyed. There are those who that believe that the people of power buried them instead at the bottom of the deepest ocean never to be found, never to be read. Yet - as most do - the legends lived on, pasting from story teller to story teller. The most famous of these was the tale of the crystal of life.





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Our story starts long ago before the dawn of time, when the cosmos was but an expanse of nothingness; blackness; darkness. The dimensional plain was a blank canvas waiting to be drawn upon, and time waiting to be written. As that is stayed for billions, perhaps even trillions of years, until the four elements were born. None know exactly how the four sisters were created. Their power was inimitable for these were the goddesses designed to rule eternity in unison each governing their own element: Fire, Water, Earth and Wind.

But soon they became restless, living in a universe without life or even death. For millenniums they waited uselessly unable to achieve anything. Their trivial existence was useless before their realization that apart they may have great power, but together. they may be able to do so much more. Thus the crystal of life was created. Born of the fusion of the elements it had the power to create entire worlds, or destroy them. Though out the cosmos, the four formed planets and moons, stars and entire galaxies. For a reason unknown to us the element Earth took a liking to one of the planets they had produced therefore named it after herself. The four sisters swept over the planet infusing it with their power. From Fire was created the magma heart of the planet. Then Earth herself covered it with a hard crust of assorted rocks and precious stones. The great oceans that cover the land were given of Water; and the breeze that blow's through the trees on a summer's eve was Wind's gift.

Still the perfect planet was not enough, lacking a purpose, lacking beings other than themselves. Once again the sisters used the crystal of life to bring just that, life, to 'Earth'. Even though the beginnings were small, slowly but surely the creatures that inhabit this planet today slow evolved. Humans, who were but one of these beasts, soon became dominate. Growing to portray the general image of the quartet deities and using their superior intellect over the brut strength that had rule of the world before, they won favour among the gods as well as the four elementals. Unfortunately with intellect come many things including greed and vanity. Eventually being in the favor of the gods was not enough for some; they longed to be as powerful as them. They longed for the crystal of life.

In order to protect the crystal the elementals decided to create the eight guardians. They were the spirits of great beasts and were each ruled by a different life force. The sisters were responsible for 2 guardians apiece and infused them with the traits they held most dear to them. The Dragon of Courage and the Phoenix of Love were the two created of Fire as they both we held the exuberance and explosive passion symbolic of a grand inferno. Earth valued above all the virtues of Knowledge and Sincerity therefore she chose those traits to represent the wisdom of the land, there by producing the Beetle of Knowledge and the Flower of Sincerity. From Water was born the Walrus of responsibility and Wolf friendship as they were qualities she, the keeper of the seas, held. To complete the eight guardians, the final two were molded by Wind. The first was the Wasp of Kindness, an attribute she held very dear to her soul. The second was the angel light. Words were inadequate to describe her. It was written in the scrolls that light was the core of life. She was a holy being composed of the dreams and aspirations all things good in the world.

But as all dreams are, light was fragile. A chain is as strong as its weakest link and as guardians go, the angel was the weakest and Wind knew this. ??????????????????????????????????????????????-??????????????????- ???????????????????????????????????????????-???????????????- ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ????????????????

The other sisters did not take his creation lightly. They called her a traitor, a conspirator against the unison of the elements. They accused her of treason, and nearly disowned her had not it been for Earth's understanding. Yet although she remained, it was not the same as it had been for they not longer accepted her.

??????-???????????????????????????????????????????????- ?????????????????????????????????-???????????????????????????????????????- ????????- ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? He was the image of perfect in her eyes; from his blond hair, blue eyes and desirable frame to his gentle confidence. The goddess of wind found herself desperately in lust - or perhaps even love - with him. He was her weakness, her only short coming. She wanted him, but he only had eyes for his soul mate, his angel. She hated Him for the very reason she created him, to complete Light.

In a jealous rage Wind cursed the guardian of Light to be irresistible to all men, ??????????????????????-???????????????- ?????????????-????????????????????????-????????????- ????????????????????????????????????- ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Yet this was the least of their troubles for while the Elements and Guardians were concerned with protecting against their own; their empire was slowly crumbling beneath them.

From the people arose one with evil in his veins, a man with the power to tempt and corrupt. His wrath spread over the land like locusts, demolishing homes and taking lives as if they were worthless. He crushed resistance as one would crush the sand beneath their feet. The sparse few who dared to challenge him were struck down, slaughtered without mercy. And this was not the entire extent of his brutality. His cruelty was not in any way limited to his enemies for when there were no others to abuse; it was his followers who bore the brunt of his anger. All feared his name. None dare to utter the acursed name of Lucifer. They called him a Diablo, a demon, the devil, an incarnation of evil itself. His tortured soul, overrun by greed and malice, wanted none other them to attain the level of divinity and he would stop at nothing to achieve it. Yet although he was consumed by darkness, he was also a patient and intelligent man. He knew that if he was to become a god he must first annihilate the 4 goddesses. But destroying an immortal was not easy. He could see only one option. to use the crystal of life. It had the power to create, but also the power to destroy. It was the only thing mighty enough to put him where he needed to be.

He spent his life fighting the guardians and Elementals, caught in an epic struggle between good and evil. In what was called the 'Final Battle' the guardians were barely able to hold him off. Both sides suffered greatly. But Diablo soon realized that one life was not enough to accomplish his goals. In using black magic he was able to continue immortally, but his life was but a half life, a damned life, for his soul remained without vessel. He was force to exist outside of the world, entering though the bodies of others and convincing them to do his bidding; all the while biding his time until he could complete his mission. Overthrow the elementals.

But there is hope for the world.

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That is all that remains of the tale. Each version is slightly different. Many now dispel the prophecy, but I know better. I know the truth. All questions are answered, the missing parts of the script revealed, and ending given. Shall I share it with you?

It all began, or should I say continued nearly a thousand years ago, when magic was commonplace and anything was possible..