Digital World — Seraphimon's Castle
Cherubimon
The Digital World was not the only world in existence. They knew this all too well. They had heard of many prophecies about the Human World and how they would one day save them in their great time in need. But that was a long time from now.
Three angels sat at the round golden table that sat in the middle of the huge spacious room. The room had huge crystal-like arches and huge windows that showed the Forest Kingdom outside. The room sparkled as sunlight reflected off the walls.
At the table were three angels. The female angel was an elegant woman. She wore a green-like armor on her curved body and a mask on the upper part of her face. She had beautiful golden wings on her back and wielded a golden javelin, which was currently leaning against the wall behind her. This was the beautiful Ophanimon. She was very motherly when it came protecting the Digimon and showing the merciful side of God's love.
The angel next to her wore entirely of silver and blue armor. This angel wore a mask that hid his face and had ten golden wings on his back. This was Seraphimon. He was the highest ranking of the three and rules over all by protecting God's laws.
Sitting on the opposite side of the round table was a pink and white beast-like angel. This angel didn't have a human appearance with wings, but he did have two Holy Rings on his ears. This angel was Cherubimon. He, too, upheld the highest rank over the Digimon. However, his main focus was to defend the core of the Digital World with his wisdom.
The beast-like angel tapped his claw on the table as he listened to what the other two angels were talking about. The two angels were discussing the possibility of trying to make friends with other worlds.
"I think it would be wise to try and get in contact with other worlds," the female angel said in a motherly tone. "It would be nice to have allies we can count on and support."
"I agree with you Ophanimon. After what happened with the Beast and Human war, followed by Lucemon's chaos, having allies would be beneficial. However, there's still the issue with how to contact them, without them thinking we are the enemy."
Ophanimon hummed in disappointment. "We are parallel to the Human World. You really think they would attack us, Seraphimon?"
"It is possible," Seraphimon answered as he crossed his arms over his chest. "They are not ready to know of us just yet."
Ophanimon frowned at his response. She turned her attention to the beast-like angel. "What is your opinion on this matter, Cherubimon?"
Cherubimon rested his head on his claw as he thought about what had been said. He did like the idea that they should reach out to other worlds. However, some worlds were either too new or too old. He was at odds with the different outcomes that this could lead to. It could lead in their favor with the inhabitants welcoming them with open arms, forming an alliance with them. However, there's also the chance that they could be hostile towards them and would think that they are attacking them. This left a bile taste in his mouth.
"I agree with the both of you," Cherubimon told them. "We should try to contact other worlds and form alliances with them. We don't want another incident with Lucemon. However, we must be careful. Other worlds might see as a threat to their way of life. I don't want to be the cause for putting the Digimon in danger because of alien inhabitants that we tried to befriend."
Both angels nodded in agreement, but Ophanimon still seemed upset about this whole conversation.
"I guess you're right Cherubimon," Ophanimon admitted. "How do we go about this then?"
"I'm not sure," Cherubimon said with the corner of his mouth curving down. "Why don't we-"
Cherubimon was interrupted by the sound of a huge explosion. A shockwave shook the castle as a blinding flash of purple and yellow light blinded them as it reflected off the walls.
"What in the Gods was that?" Seraphimon yelled as he got up from his seat and walked towards the window.
"Oh dear." Ophanimon followed Seraphimon and glanced out the window. Her posture stiffened as she said, "Is that what I think it is?"
"I believe so," Seraphimon said, equally stunned.
"What is it?" Cherubimon asked as he got up from the table.
"It looks like a-" Seraphimon began. Cherubimon walked towards his friends, who were looking out the window.
"I know we were talking about other worlds," Ophanimon said with a hint of shock in her voice. "But I never thought we would see one in the sky."
Cherubimon stood next to Ophanimon and looked out the window. Cherubimon's eyes went wide as he stared into several pink rips in the sky. The rips opened up and they could clearly see smoke coming from three-like houses, a huge tree surrounded by some kind of energy field, and several humanoids with wings.
"Are those humans?" Ophanimon asked.
"I don't think so," Seraphimon replied as he watched several of the winged humanoids fighting with swords and what looked like magic. "They have wings and seem to have powers."
"These creatures seem to be at war with each other," Cherubimon observed with a frown. He focused on the battle that raged on between the different creatures. Cherubimon noticed that these winged beings were different. From what he could see, some were colorful in their outfits, while others were dark and just gave him a bad vibe.
Cherubimon couldn't make out any more than that. However, he could see two of the winged beings clashing too close to the rip. All three angels watched in horror as the dark creature blasted the other into the rip in the sky.
"Oh my god!" Ophanimon gasped as the colorful winged being exited into the Digital World and fell at an alarming speed towards the forest behind the castle. "The poor thing will need help!"
Seraphimon spun around on his heel and rushed towards the doors. "Come Ophanimon, Cherubimon! We can probably get there if we hurry!" Ophanimon quickly followed Seraphimon out of the meeting room. Cherubimon stayed for a moment, noticing another winged being entering their world. He narrowed his eyes at the dark winged being.
It seems he is coming to finish the job. Cherubimon spun around and rushed after his friends. His claws clenched into fists as he growled in anger. No! You will not harm this winged being. Not in our world!
Digital World - Forest Kingdom
Sorcerimon
A majestic winged man crashed into the trees of the Forest Kingdom. He sensed great magic from the winged man. This magic was ancient, raw power. It was even more powerful than the Warrior Ten themselves.
The winged man was not normal and obviously not a Digimon. He would have thought he was a human adult, around the age of twenty-five or so, if it weren't for the four rainbow-colored wings that protrude from the man's back. The winged man was clearly hurt. The winged man wore a simple white silk-like tunic and knee-length pants. Gold flakes laced the edges and corners of his outfit and around his waist was a golden sash with strange symbols on it.
He kneeled down in front of the winged man, seeing the rips and tears in the elegant attire. He studied the winged man, studying his more definite features. The man had long raven-colored hair that reached his shoulders, the hair was twisted into a braided ponytail. The man had a golden flower bracelet around his ankle, which was above his sandal-like shoes, and a golden flower laurel wreath crown on his head.
He frowned as he tried to inspect for injuries. The young man moaned slightly as he applied pressure to the tear near his rib cage. "Broken rib, possibly." He continued to inspect the winged man, not liking the cuts, bruises, and burns he was finding. "You, my winged friend, are going to need serious medical attention. Luckily, Lord Seraphimon is an excellent healer." He frowned in worry as red liquid started to stain the white attire. "Who did this to you, my friend?"
"That would be me." The white wizard turned around to face another winged man. He had long black hair that hung loosely towards the center of his back. He wore a black attire that seemed to stick to his skin and dark green and black wings protruded from his back. He felt the magic from this one as well. However, unlike the injured one, whose magic felt warm and inviting, this one felt wrong. The winged man's magic felt evil. It felt wrong and made him want to be sick. It reminded him of Lucemon
He knew for certain that the winged man in front of him was an enemy. He had hurt this majestic being. For what purpose? He wasn't sure. However, he did know one thing: he was the one thing standing between this evil winged man and the injured one.
"And who, may I ask, are you?" the white wizard asked.
The black winged man's yellow eyes bore into him. "I am Eukithor, wizard, leader of the Dark Fae."
"I am Sorcerimon," Sorcerimon introduced himself to the evil Fae. I read about the Fae. There are as old as time itself. I have a very bad feeling about this. I have to protect this Fae.
"Sorcerimon? Odd name for a wizard," Eukithor commented in a bored tone. "Young wizard, step aside from the King. This is not your fight."
"King?" Sorcerimon's eyes widen. The King of the Fae?
"Yes," Eukithor replied as if he was talking to a child. "I have unfinished business with the King. Step aside, wizard! This is not your fight!"
Sorcerimon raised his staff to the Dark Fae. "And what if I don't?"
Eukithor laughed as a sword appeared in his hand. "Then you will die with the King!"
"You will not harm the King!" Sorcerimon yelled as the Dark Fae blasted dark energy balls at him. "Crystal Cloud!" Shards of ice blasted from his staff and destroyed the dark orbs upon contact. The Dark Fae growled in anger.
"You insolent wizard! You will pay for your interference!"
Eukithor charged at him at amazing speed, most likely attempting to destroy him with his sword in order to get to the King. However, Sorcerimon was quicker. He lifted up his glowing hand and created a blizzard to shield them. "Ice Illusion!"
Snow and wind roared loudly as it surround him and the injured King. He made sure the blizzard wasn't too close to the King's injured body. He didn't want to hurt him more. Sorcerimon saw black from outside the storm but it was destroyed the moment it got too close.
Sorcerimon sighed and concentrated on keeping the blizzard going. He stood in front of the injured King, glancing at him every few seconds to see if he was okay. He was glad that the Fae was not freezing. But the red liquid that was dying his clothes, worried him. After several minutes, Sorcerimon heard the loud voice of Lord Seraphimon.
"Sorcerimon! Release the storm! The enemy is gone!"
Sorcerimon sighed in relief as he commanded the blizzard to cease. The storm slowed down and then stopped completely. When the wind and snow died down, Sorcerimon was greeted by Lord Seraphimon, Lord Cherubimon, and Lady Ophanimon.
"Thank goodness we got here in time," Cherubimon said with a sigh.
"Agreed," Seraphimon said as he and Ophanimon kneeled down in front of the injured Fae. "He's injuries are severe. We must get him back to the castle." Seraphimon gently cradled the Fae into his arms and flew back to the castle. Cherubimon, Ophanimon, and Sorcerimon followed Seraphimon as they flew back to the castle. The King of the Faes' life was on the line.