Author's Notes
Random idea which spurred out of searching the Wiki Digimon Database and stumbling upon Galfmon/Gulfmon. I can't seem to find his name on the list of characters either.
Enjoy.
Dead Scream
Save the demons that had their prison to safeguard them, there was only one who ever resisted the call...
Galfmon/Gulfmon
Rating: T
Genre/s: ?
From eternity to eternity he lurked within the deepest recedes of the Dark Area. The graveyard of deleted data and the prisons for the so-called 'evil' provided him his nourishment; the weak digimon who fell to the evil above were certainly appetising, especially as their number grew as from inside the prison which rendered them deaf and blind in the generic sense save to that which their essence was directly linked spread their influence discretely in the world above.
Ah, how clever some of these demons were. Like Pride, the half-angel Lucemon who moulded one of the Celestial Digimon into his own henchman while still confined in the confinement of his own prison, or Wrath, the Daemon who gathered his Corps and eventually his freedom from a distant spore of darkness...though perhaps not so clever, as he was now trapped beneath the waters of the Dark Ocean after some meddling kids had dared to interfere with a Demon Lord.
It was entertaining, watching the digimon fall to evil and then absorb their dark energy...but it did get terribly boring after awhile. And in a way, he too was imprisoned, though he could travel to the surface if he chose and then annihilate his lair...as well as those imprisoned.
Though he imagined he would suffer eternal boredom for that. And he didn't fancy the outer world as of yet; too much light, not enough dark energy for him to feed off.
Sometimes, new digimon were imprisoned, but that was the time he dreaded most. Because his supply of dark matter dwindled as the accursed peace spread over the outer world. But he would wait, patiently, until chaos and evil wormed its way to the surface once more.
And then he would feast.
Others rarely wondered to the abyss, so his talents were mostly useless in that aspect. What was the point of having the power to kill with a single shriek if there was no-one to hear it?
But sometimes digimon came, data still clinging to some sort of image and consciousness. And he slaughtered them, raising his voice to the utmost to make up for the times it was pointless to do so, then feasted upon the results.
Until a human wandered into his mist.
He had never tasted human data before, and his lust for it spurred to life as opportunity knocked. So he opened his mouth and shrieked...and waited.
Nothing happened.
And before he could understand how, he was gone. Alive.
Somehow, he had resisted his call: the shriek of death.
Dead Scream!
The hunger simply echoed, so he was forced to replenish his store by something less...adequate.