Onslaught by D. Urza
Introduction: How such an idea came to me.
A friend of mine once wrote a fanfic way back in the beginning of the new millenium showing his take on the fourth Digimon Movie Diablomon Strikes Back, with five human fan characters and Willis (who never appeared in the film) making their appearances. Reading it inspired me to revive Diablo Boy in time for this unnofficial sequel for that fanfic, answering the question "What if...Phyrexians had a go with Digimon?"
Okay, on with the obligatory disclaimers:
Digimon is owned by Toei Animation Ltd. and was created by Akiyoshi Hongo, which may or may not be a pseudonym for a group of people similar to the Wild Bunch.
Magic: The Gathering is a product of the mind of Richard Garfield, Phd. and is currently owned by Wizards of the Coast.
Onslaught the fic written by me, D. U.
"Looks like someone was caught in my web, as the saying you pitiful humans cite goes." Came a growling voice, almost taunting the blond boy.
"Who are you? Show yourself!"
TK's voice simply echoed into the black void that was his surroundings. The darkness made him cringe, as he usually feels when confronted with its vile debilitating power. The blond boy's blue eyes may not see what's lurking behind this shade, but he knows that it was big, brutal and dangerous. He readied an alert stance, prepared for this unknown threat should it strike.
TK didn't exactly know how he got here in the first place. He remembered scouting the Digital World with Kari and their kaijus for urgencies, when a great grey twister suddenly appeared in the middle of the forest they surveyed and caught them in its dizzying embrace. How he wound up here after that was beyond his usual acute reasoning. I hope that Kari's okay, he thought.
The blond boy can sense the creature smirk beyond this dark curtain, as if it felt the anxiety from his mind.
"If you must know, your female friend is unharmed. Her heart is pure and full of light, that's true. But it is you that I want, Child of Hope."
"What do you mean?" he reluctantly asked the voice.
"I can feel you heart, Child of Hope: tempered by the loss of the lives of those closest to you. It's brimming with a burning sense of justice; a desire to right wrongs; a beacon to extinguish the darkness that is your enemies."
"You have a problem with that?"
"Child, you are but one of the many obstacles in the way for my ultimate revenge on the digital world. I have no choice but to see to you personally, before you inspire others not to give up hope."
"Is that right?" he smirked.
"Would an old friend lie to you?" the voice asked, as two red eyes subsequently twinkled in the darkness.
A long and belted spindly hand reached for him with sharp red claws. He involuntarily leapt to avoid its defiling power and pounded it on the humerus with his fist.
"Devimon?" he shouted. "I thought you're dead. I saw you die!"
"Not bloody likely." The creature howled with laughter. "That was just a physical manifestation of your fallen enemy's attack. I simply helped myself to the blackness of his data."
"Helped…yourself?" he was stunned upon hearing these words.
"Quite a handful of virus digimon have fallen in your wake, Child of Hope. You shouldn't have let their remains linger for others to pick them up."
"Are you ready for another history lesson?" A cloud of Nightraiders fluttered from the darkness towards the blond boy.
The digital bats were harmless by themselves, yet vicious in a group. They slashed at the blond boy with clawed feet and minute bites. Covering his face with one hand, TK took off his bucket hat and scooped out three offenders and flung them at the source. A recognizable thud, similar to successive furred bodies hitting bone, was heard. This didn't affect the actions of the other pests however, as they continued to claw at him.
"It will take more than three Nightraiders to harm me, Child. Now, for a pop quiz: on evasion."
Out of the shadows, a glowing crimson whip slithered towards him. Seeing the rope of energy, he rolled off from its reach. Another rope reached for him, forcing him to skip off them like an elite rope jumper. The purple bat creatures followed him along the stunt and continued their torment. He risked it all and grasped a handful of bats with each hand and threw them in all directions. The bats, clearly nauseous from his throws, fainted and disintegrated into digital bits.
"I'm impressed that your physical training has served you well these past few years, Child."
TK actually took this to heart, a shard of confidence blossoming inside him. "Really? Then prepare to be wowed some more."
He caught the red searing whips with his hat and pulled himself to their source. With gathered momentum, he delivered a straight flying kick right at the creature, feet breaking through bone and muscle.
The creature was obviously stunned, but this didn't keep it from hurling another putdown. "Persistent little bug, aren't you?" its stretched skull face became visible in view, nearly creeping him out. "Like Hope itself. Unfortunately for you," its grotesque face clicked. "Hope doesn't bleed."
TK yelped as the creature's grabbed him in the neck with its right claw and stabbed through his right shoulder with its other hand, marring his shirt with blood. With ease, the skeletal monster pulled TK of its battered chest and lifted him in midair. The blond boy attempted to pull its claws off from his neck, indicating that there was still hope left in his heart and mind. However, the stinging pain from his shoulder and the inevitability of defeat kept him from continuing further.
The diabolic creature smiled as it suspended his head between its bony fingers, his free left hand still clutching at its index finger. He watched in horror as the claws threatened to close over, with him straining to pry them out.
"So ends the life of the Child of Hope." One can tell that the demon savoured every second of this. "Looking into the eyes of his opponent as he regretted his pointless quest for a perfect wor-"
A flash of light erupted in the middle of this dark realm, blinding the demon and causing it to hesitate. In the flash's place was a large gaping hole where a girl of average height, a stone-faced sphinx and a gold plated pegasus stood.
"TK, are you there?" Kari shouted from the hole.
"The Child of Light?" the skeletal demon exclaimed. "It's too late for you now, girl. Your friend is at the end of the Ineffable's favourite form of judgement, literal mind crush."
The sphinx and the pegasus flew to the monster. Shouting, they intersected and unravelled a golden noose that linked them by their battle gear. Using said noose, they circled the demon and pulled it to the shadows away from the blond boy.
Kari ran to the fallen boy. "TK, you okay?"
The blue-eyed youth groaned. "Not much." He showed her the wound inflicted by the demon's claw, causing her to gasp. Kari took a handkerchief and blocked it. "Keep it pressed," she told him, guiding his free hand to tend to the hole.
The pained roars from the background indicated that even the combined forces of Pegasmon and Nefertimon could not defeat the skeletal demon. With a bony claw, it swatted them both and sent them colliding to the black dirt.
"Guys, it's best that you retreat now. He's badly hurt." The brown haired girl shouted at the four-legged digimons. Both heard her command and quickly zipped off before the demon made another swat that could've lopped their heads off. They scooped up their partners and flew out of the dark realm, back into the digital world.
Aware that its quarry has left its home territory, the demon gave chase for the group. With their able bodies away from harm's reach, the Child of Light nodded to the Sphinx. The digimon's eyes grew red, emitting a beam that solidified into large slabs of rock. One pounded the demon right at its skull and pinned it to the ground. The rest pelted at the ceiling of the dark tunnel, sending debris crashing and barring the monster's path. Behind the pile of rubble, the demon pulled out the stone tablet from its face and howled with remorse.
The Child of Light noticed the blond boy's gradual paling of skin. "You're losing blood fast. We have to get you to Joe quickly." Kari said. Seeing a knock-up old television set, she flashed her D-3 toward it. The television, knowing just what to do, shot a beam of grey static light and returned them to their own reality.