The Fallen's going to be my summer project so hopefully I should get it done soon. Hopefully I get the same feedback my other story has recieved.

WARNINGS – Story was rated 'M' for gory scenes, future yaoi (those that read Denial know where this is going) and possible cursing.

DISCLAIMER – I do not own Digimon, only the plot of the story and a few extra characters, that's it.

Prologue

Vienna, Austria ~ December 21st 1885 ~ 5:30 P.M. at the church of St. Severinus

The sky was murky with no clouds. Dusk came much earlier due to the solstice and shrouded everything it touched in darkness, including the church. Despite how bright the lanterns lit the doorway, they still ended up surrendering to the ominous, foreboding shadows. The same occurs inside as well.

The mahogany pews were shabby and worn out, not a soul was present. Like the pews and aisles, the entire church was vacant. Only a priest remained, citing pages of scripture to himself and praying in silence.

Knocking could be heard from the far end of the church, near the doorway. The priest turned around and made his way over to the entrance. He opened the door to a young woman wrapped in a threadbare shawl. She wore a ragged black dress underneath. She was barefoot, with both of her feet covering in festering wounds and blisters. It was apparent that she had traveled a long, treacherous path to reach the church. Not much of her face could be seen due to the fact her wavy auburn hair covered it.

"Forgive me for disturbing you so late, Father Mendell," the woman said apologetically ", I am looking for a place to stay for the night. And I was hoping…"

"Say no more my child. You may stay here for as long as you like." Father replied smiling.

"Oh thank you! Thank you so much Father!" she rejoiced as Father led her inside.

"Father, you have aged so much since first joining this church. I was under the impression you were a little younger." The lady commented. Father laughed.

"It's amazing what a few years of the priesthood could do to a man. Why, I was in my late twenties when I joined the church. Now look at me! It's amazing how quickly time passes you by," Father Mendell said this grinning, "My dear, there aren't many that are interested in this old mans tales, much less any that come by this church at all. I must say this place just doesn't have the vigor it used to. Especially considering the fact that Christmas is so nearby. Bless you for coming and keeping this old man company." The woman smiled and gave Father a glimpse of her shimmering azure eyes.

Father Mendell turned around to face the alter with the woman a couple of feet behind him. She smirked and gingerly pulled a dagger out of her pocket.

"So you've come for my life, eh? I've been expecting you."

Slowly, without making a single sound, she crept up closer behind the priest. The woman grabbed Father with one arm and used her other arm to point the dagger at this throat.

"You were so kind to me. I almost feel bad killing you…Father…" she spoke with a seductive, demonic tone as if she were going to enjoy murdering him.

Father managed to choke up a few words, "…who…are…you?"

She grinned again, however this time it was different. Her smile was colder, more sinister than the few she gave Father before.

"Sophia."

A horrible, shrill scream could be heard from the old church along side the sound of a woman laughing. Soon the scream died down and the laughing ceased. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of an old dying man singing.

Similar instances also occurred in St. Petersburg, Krasnoyarsk* and New York City.

*Krasnoyarsk is a city in Russia. It is a critical junction on the Trans-Siberian Railway.

Yeah I know the prologue's a bit boring but trust me, it'll make sense once the other chapters are up. And I promise you Takuya and Kouji will be making an appearence soon, (at least Takuya will).

~AyaseSakura~