He wondered why he was forced to live like this often. Why he and his kind were forced to live in the slums while others got to live a better or even a good life than his own.
Actually he knew darn well why he was in his predicament, but it was not his fault, no sire it was absolutely NOT his fault. It was rather his ancestors.
The Seven Great Demon Lords.
The creators of his people were NOT good in that each one of them stood for one of the Seven Deadly Sins. The source of all corruption and evil and there for so were their creations his people the Viruse Digimon to which he was one of them. An Impmon named Jake Diablo.
Yes he had a name, all digimon did. When digimon moved to the human world they became more human like including having family and personal names. He picked the name Jake because he did not want a sinister name. Unlike many digimon and human in the slums he was not bad at heart. In fact he was a genuine Good Samaritan, who in his opinion were a dying bread everywhere, not just in the slums.
His last name Diablo came from his American partner Mark Diablo who was one of the few shelter owners. His partner owned a shelter for homeless people and digimon who had no were else to go.
Unfortunately, the shelter was always full with many people with homes, children without parents and people looking for work. Mark often took children off the streets to prevent criminal gangs and mobster working for organized crime from "recruiting" them. Just the thought of kids being in gangs and being used like that made his blood boil! As for those without jobs, they were here because they needed food and a place to stay like the others until they found a new job sometimes at the shelter.
The shelter however was not a paradise. The area it was in the middle of a war zone between three gangs and under the influents of a crime lord all four of which made raids on the shelter and the shelter itself was virtually falling apart. Full tired floors, walls, furniture, and people who could hardly hand the strain of daily life.
He could go on and on but that would only keep him more awake. He was currently in his bedroom (which he shared with his partner, his sister, and her partner) looking out the window at the window, thinking.
"You still awake impmon?" asked Mark.
"Yeah." He replied.
"You should get some sleep; we have a long day tomorrow."
"I know Mark." Jake sighed "I know."
"O.K. good-night." Replied Mark, who was too tired to see if his digimon would really fall asleep.
Unfortunately, Jake did not fall asleep easily.
He had too much on his mind