Note:: Only the first, third, and fourth digimon seasons happened in this. The second will eventually be incoperated into this story. This takes place two years after the first season, but the fourth and third are only a few months after their seperate finales.
Peace has come over the world as each group of destinied children completed their task, falling back into their normal routines after a few hard months. Atleast, normal until the war in the digital world began.
Digimon turn against digimon, some becoming deformed and mishapen over time with so many battles. All off a sudden, all of the deformed digimon and some others...just.. miraculously disapeared. The normal digimon were confused, but continued on their life as it had never happened. While underground, however, an army was forming under the hands of four commanders. DeathAirdramon, Digital Emperor, Astamon, and Myotismon.
Not only will the children be returned to the digital world, but a new set of heros must take charge and aid the veterans...before the digital world breaks out in war yet again, tearing each other apart until the Digital World is so corrupted it is plunged into eternal chaos ?
Will they succeed ?
Or doom the digital world to forever anarchy ?
Servant of Chaos
"Now, Xyla, what have we learned ?"
The teacher's voice was emotionless, his lips curved into a frown as he continued to scold the female sitting in the desk infront of him. She stared up at him with a cold, bored expression, her grey eyes narrowed cruely as he continued his lecture. Her ebony hair swayed a bit with the light draft flooding through the window, which tossled the man's green-gray patch itself. The girl had a small fang pertruding her lower lip, a symbol only her and a certain friend would understand. The teacher was now staring at the fang as he waited for an awnser, confused on why it was tipped purple.
"To not cause distruptions in class. Good bye, Mister Yomichi." The girl huffed, sliding out of her desk and grabbing her bag, making a break for the door. The man snapped out of his trance, turning and grabbing for her. But she was already half way out of the door. "Xyla Souricha get back here this instant...and she's gone." He sighed, peeking out his classroom window to see the girl dashing down the hall, her black hair flying behind her. He pulled himself back inside, and the girl slowed her pace to a saunter, casting glares over her shoulder.
"...He's gone now, Impmon." She mumbled, lightly pressing open the school doors. Near her side, a purple, white, red, and yellow figure was beginning to appear. " What 'as 'is problem'o this time, Xyla ?" The digimon asked as his tamer walked out of the school, he himself floating after her boredly. Xyla halted, bringing a hand to her neck and making a cutting motion. "Cut the accent, Impmon. Really annoying." She reminded, glaring up at the sky. The sun was sinking into the lower hemisphere, causing the clouds to turn all shades of pink, purple, yellow, and white. The sky no different. "Right. Sorry, Xy's." Her partner mumbled, stepping onto the concrete and walking after her.
"So what was his issue this time ?" The digimon repeated in a clearer tone, his voice high pitched, and sounding a bit childish. The girl turned her head to look at him, her eyes not as cold as they were glaring at the teacher. Running a hand through her hair, she smoothed a cowlick back as she turned towards the direction they were walking in before. "All I did was start a fight, and now it's like the end of the world to Yomichi-san." She informed, causing Impmon to reach a hand out to her as he started to speak. But before anything could be muttered from his lips, Xyla simply flicked a peice of her hair back and continued on her way. "But that's not important. What is important now is that we get back into the digital world to assist you-know-who."[A/N Will be revealed later.]
Impmon nodded, leaping up and gripping her bookbag that was slung across one shoulder. Xyla looked at her partner with an odd stare, reaching for a dark blue device attatched to her bookbag. "Just stay where you are. It'll make our trip so much easier." She said in a bored, deadpan tone. She ripped the device off of the bookbag, holding it by her side as she walked down the side walk. Trees loomed overhead , creating long shadows in the street and houses the two passed. Xyla looked in all directions, holding the device tightly. As she realized no one was looking, she held out her hand and closed her eyes. Snapping them open, she and Impmon let out a cry in unison. "D-World Portal, Activate !"
As both yelled, the device glew and lines of data swirled out of the small screen for a few feet. The data halted at a two yards away, twisting around itself and creating an oval big enough for a fully grown man to walk through. The data shattered, leaving a floating oval with many colors weaving in and out. Impmon now sat on the girl's bookbag, tapping his fingers together as his tamer moved forward to the portal. She latched the device, or, as most call it, digivice, and leaped through the portal. It soon disapeared, leaving with a bright orb of light. And then, it was gone.
Inside, however, Xyla and Impmon floated side by side through a large tunnel with vibrant shades of all colors on the walls. At the end, there was another portal, to a dark castle with shadow-like clouds twisting and coiling around it. "...Impmon, we're almost there. Stop twirling around and get on my back." The human female barked, the digimon obeying and coiling himself around her stomach and back area. In a moment, the girl leaped out of the other portal and brought her hand to the edge of the oval. She dragged her hand across, sealing it with an orb of black and then turning to survey the area.
The scene was dark, to say the least. The night sky overhead was starless, full of clouds. The cresent moon gave little light to the area, which was barely able to be seen in the shadow of a large, legendary castle. The landscape was quite uneven, with many hills around and trees scattered about. Impmon was filled with glee, racing towards the castle with delight and a skip in his step. Xyla, herself, smiled as she heard a small scream from one of the castle's highest windows. "The smell of blood in the night. Always gets me exited. But not as much as speaking with 'sir', of course," She mumbled, following her partner as her lip curved into frown once more.
"Xyyyyyla, hurry up !" Impmon called, entering the highly gaurded castle. Two MetalTyrannomon stood beside the door that was one of five entrances- which could be remembered later. Xyla approached the two large dinosaur-like digimon, her expression bored as she showed them a pin on her wristband. "Sekai no heiwa o keshi saru," She repeated the classic saying, the doors opening as the digi-gaurds[AN:: Just calling them that for my own reasons.] let her through. Huffing, she passed through the door and started to race through the maze of halls.
The door on a third-story room opened quietly, Xyla stepping through with Impmon. A Wormmon greeted them quietly, before silencing himself as Xyla closed the door and made her way to the center. The room was completely black, only having a few furniture items on each wall for nessecary purposes. In the center, a boy in a king's uniform sat infront of a hovering keyboard, floating screens surrounding him. He sat in a dark brown, newly-redone[AN::it's...gotten...improvements..] chair. Xyla halted a few feet behind him, kneeling and putting her right arm out to the side. "Emperor, I come only to serve and please." She recited, closing her eyes as she waited for approval. The boy, not even a year in age difference, turned his head to look at her through his mask. "Ah, Xyla. How pleased I am to see you, my loyalist companion." Or servant, Impmon thought to himself as his tamer stood and walked over to the boy.
"Sir," Xyla began, staring at the different screens, which had images of the digital world in all sorts of places.
Now, you may be wondering why the girl is calling the boy not much older 'Sir' and 'Emperor'. Well, for starts, she is his loyal servant, chosen and corrupted by the army of Chaos- or, the bad guys. The boy is the 'Digital Emperor', one of the main leaders of the Chaos army. Their goal was to corrupt the digital and human worlds into anarchy. The Emperor, or, as some know him as, Ken, favored the girl. She was loyal, and never refused an order, always agreeing with his views. Some other servants, digimon and some humans that were residents of the castle, did not exactally agree with him on most views. But Xyla always agreed. And not onlywas she his servant, or most trusted ally.
She was the closest he got to a friend.
That was besides the point.
"Yes, Souricha ?" Ken asked, adjusting his mask. Only the other leaders knew his first name, well, the other three and some of the digimon. Not even Xyla knew. The said girl gave a small smile and tapped her digivice. "I have succesfully distracted one of the newest destinied children." She informed, causing Ken to chuckle a bit. "Good," He replied, reaching for the keyboard and typing a few words. "That is three you have taken by yourself. You are improving," He paused, glancing at her the best he could through the fabric and then to the board again. He continued in the same tone, "My dear. Now, take your rest for the night and report to me tomorrow after your school hours." He instructed.
Xyla bowed, nodding. "Yes, sir," She said in a monotone voice, turning and starting for the door. "Impmon, let's go to our room now." She ordered, casting a glance at the pin on her shirt as she opened the door. Impmon whined, crawling towards the door in an over-dramatic act. "Buuuut, Xylaaaaa ! We haven't had dinner yeeeet." He complained. The girl snapped her head to him. "Well, then, get dinner on the way to our room ! I'm not hungry, anyway, so eat by yourself. We have orders from both Myotismon and master, so eat as quick as possible and go to sleep." "But Xy-" "No buts. We are members of Chaos, and we will serve Chaos until the end."
Xyla hated being this way with her partner. But he was so... ignorant at times, it annoyed her to no end.
Impmon whined, exiting the room with Xyla on his heels. She closed the door behind her swiftly, not making a sound as she followed her digimon down the hall.iI may be a human, but I am a member of Chaos. I am a servant of evil, of the anarchy, of the Chaos, of the great emperor. She thought as she strolled down the corridor. She smiled, a fang sticking out of her lips as she narrowed her eyes.
And causing chaos is what I do best.