A/N: Written for the Digimon Flash Bingo Challenge on the DFC (link's in profile), #198 – the spirit of darkness.
The Spirit of Darkness
It's just another spirit like the others. That's how it's supposed to be anyway, but it's the one that's hardly ever mentioned by name, the one whose role gets buried in history in the long story.
It's the jealous type though, and all that envy and anger burns in it the thousand years or so they all sleep in the shallow peace. And because it's asleep, that emotion can go nowhere save the little crystal refines of its own crystal, reflecting off those shards endlessly, making its own chains –
So when the time comes for it to wake up, it's crumbled within from the force and all that's left is the armour, fortified with chains. And the poor soul who touches it winds up much the same: that hollow shell with bitter feelings banging around so fiercely inside even the heart's shattered into nothingness.
The sad thing is, it's just another spirit like the others – or it's supposed to be.