Under the Mask
Serenity Dark
How long had it been now? Days, maybe weeks? DemiDevimon hadn't seen anything since first taking off after he was back to his full power. He'd been flying only resting when he really needed it, but he hadn't seen anything. Now, it was past dark he'd set out a few hours ago hoping to find someplace safe to stop for the night, where hopefully he could sleep. The past few nights had been restless, he slept little, waking to every whisper of leaves, to every twig breaking under the weight of normal Digimon. He feared that "He" would catch up to him, now he was on the run. He no longer wanted any part of "His" plans. He just wanted to be left alone, to do what he pleased.
DemiDevimon was snapped out of his trance when he heard voices below him, calls of "goodbye" s and "See you soon!" s. He risked a look, those humans from before, he searched over them, older, but still the same. DemiDevimon eyes settled on a boy in a fishermen's hat, a small orange ball of fur sitting on his shoulder. He soon realized he'd stopped moving and continued to fly in place, watching the scene play out below him, they were going to the human world. That honestly wasn't a supri- wait! That's just what DemiDevimon needed! How would he get there though, without the humans or their Digimon knowing? He'd have to be fast, but he could do it. He made the dive.
They mustn't have seen him, for they suspected nothing, but here he was, in one of their rooms. He took that moment before they came through to fly out the window, finding it to be smaller than he expected. It was night here to, the chilly autumn air on his skin, flowing through his hair, he loved it. He flew for some time before he finally settled into a tree. Leaning back stretching his legs out, only then did he realize his legs looked… Human. "W-what?" his voice said out loud in the chilly night air, it carried farther than he expected. He started to investigate moving his arms and hands in front of him, "What the hell?" he felt stupid, what had happened between then and now? It was odd, but the sleepiness crept up on him, as sleep over came him he couldn't help but hear a voice in the distance.
He awoke with a start looking around and yawning, he hopped out of the tree with ease, although his body rejected the hard bark, DemiDevimon ached. He rubbed his aching shoulders, especially where his wings met his shoulder blades. He'd have to find a comfier spot to sleep next time rather than the bark of a birch tree. When he saw his hand, it seemed more natural to him, like it had been there forever, if DemiDevimon hadn't of remembered he was a Digimon, he'd swear he was simply a human with wings. DemiDevimon let out a sigh, "Wings" he spoke into the morning air.
Finding a way to hide them wasn't a hard thing, in fact it was rather easy, finding a torn coat on a fence post he used it to tuck his wings into and he looked like a human. As he walked, he started to wonder what exactly he looked like, was he ugly, handsome, deformed or … really what was he? He put a hand on his face, he had two eyes, a nose a mouth, a for head, two cheeks and eyelids, he felt normal. Although there was a small amount of fabric covering a good portion of his face, his mask was still there. He let off a small sigh of relief, thinking "If I'm deformed or ugly, then I still have my mask to hide it, maybe I'll look like some sort of superhero." He mused at the thought, him being a Superhero? He nearly laughed, not causing mischief, saving people rather than hurting, people calling his name when they needed help. His smile slowly went from his face, Being loved and appreciated. Everyone had hated him after his little stunt a few years ago… but he was just listening to orders, it's not like he wanted to do it. Did he? Since then he's had this gnawing feeling deep in his stomach, and he disliked it. A lot.
He continued walking, hearing a very familiar voice to his left.