This is my first digimon fic and was requested by a friend of mine who thought I might enjoy it more than my other multi-chapter fic Darkest Light.
I disagree but I'll give anything a try, except lemons.
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
Daemon's P.O.V.
Seven was all we need.
Seven with hearts as dark and clouded as ours.
Lady Lust knew where to look for her key to freedom, the city of fallen angles held more than enough hosts for her.
Sloth had heard rumours that the whole of the west had joined his cause.
Envy presumed that the lesser developed east would have the perfect candidate for his position.
Greed could take his pick from any place in the world, he all ways could.
Gluttony had the United States of America to cover and would most likely search with Lady Lust.
Pride had a relatively simple task, so many people were proud, whether it was of themselves or of family, yet from his nature he would only accept those of the highest mental and physical standard.
I was sent to look for a servant with the same temperate as myself; wrath is not too hard a trait to find although I needed someone who was led by their rage.
My minions informed me of one that called himself the Digimon Emperor, obviously the work of Milleniummon's dark spores.
All I needed was that one spore and then I could make a body of wrath.
"FUCK!"
A group of teenage idiots had managed to lock me in the dark ocean, what the hell?
But from what the Divermon told me that the children had managed to escape so what can stop me.
Yet they told me that two months ago, I rage led me to slaughtering the group of fishing monsters and their master.
I had searched every part of the damned ocean for an exit.
I stood over the negative lighthouse, contemplating what to do.
"I'm not made for thinking" I mumbled to myself.
"Don't think, do" a voice answered in my head.
The words echoed in my head.
It was starting to piss me off.
And so I did what I always do when I'm pissed.
"EVIL INFERNO!"
The light from my attack made the ground and sea start to change.
The inverted colours were inverting again.
Blue water was in front of me, green grass on white cliffs below me with a working lighthouse.
And the forest behind the beach, seemed closer.
It even seemed to…end.
I swiped my clawed hand through the air.
A rip appeared into the human's pitiful world, revealing a back alley of a busy street with a group of kids talking to a shady looking teen.
I floated through scarring the shit out of the drug loving kids.
They scarpered leaving only the dealer.
He turned to me with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Que diable pensez-vous que vous faites?"
I smiled, remembering my initial work.
"Parfait"
Lucemon's P.O.V.
Being a stranger to the place and the whole "having six wings thing" were set backs in my plan to find the perfect weapon in Cambridge's Trinity College, but I managed to find the right one for the job.
A student from Lincoln who was a demon on the rugby pitch and gained some of the highest grades the college had ever seen, and he was rather…smug.
I was able to sneak into the chapel and made the most perfect pose in a wonderfully chosen spot so that if someone was to see me they would presume that I was an amazing image of Lucifer, even if that would show their naivety to religion.
A little magic trick I had learnt sent one of his text books underneath his pew and an excuse for him to come back ten minutes after the service was over.
I took my opportunity as soon as he came in.
I stood theatrically in the central isle as he came through the doors.
He stood before me with a straight back, very good posture, black hair sweeping across his pale skin and covering one of his dark, dull blue eyes. His head was held high on a long neck and broad shoulders, with the help of his thick thighs hidden by his straight legged trousers he was the perfect choice for a member of the scrum.
He looked confident, but his eyes told me that along with this confidence came respect for the majestic angel before him and the slightest amount of fear.
"Hello young man" I addressed him "How would you like to take control over this pathetic world, have the rulers of the countries bow before you and be the able to destroy anyone or anything that gets in your way?"
The young man thought for a few seconds before replying in a drawling voice "The grammatically correct way to say it is 'gets into your' well my 'way', but I do like the sound of this, what would I have to do to gain this?"
I may have just been corrected by a foolish human, but if I betrayed any sign of it the plan may not run as smoothly.
I smiled and held my hand out for the talented creature.
Lilithmon's P.O.V.
Well the girl was good at what she did, that was obvious enough.
Regular tips from her clients, willing to bend over backwards to get what she needs and she was good at her job as well.
She was a nineteen year old business consultant who worked her way up to her position in a rather…persuading manner, and spent her nights on the streets, not because she needed the money, but because she genuinely enjoyed it.
I approached her during a 'midnight stroll'.
She looked ravishing, long light brown hair flowing down to her waist with eyes so dark they were almost black. A gentle tan covered her skin, she was quite chunky but that did not affect her appearance negatively, but rather gave her the 'tools of the trade' that I had heard so much about from her previous employers.
A tight shiny black mini skirt clung tightly to her legs, a white blouse was over her large breasts and finished with a pinstriped blazer.
"Hello gorgeous" I murmured into the girl's ear from behind her, stroking her cheek with my metallic hand.
"Well well well" the whore said as she turned "M'always up to a little girl on girl"
I smiled, finding it hard to stop myself from thowing her onto one of the green bins beside us and just going crazy.
"I have a more long standing arrangement for you" I paused to think "One with a few more…rewards"
Leviamon's P.O.V.
I sloped through the polluted water and reeds, occasionally coming up to the surface to see the people on the shores.
I came across a part of the long river which was less green and sickly to find a large white yacht floating idly through the water.
There was a small group of people at the shore giving the recreational boat a reproachful glare.
Envy was here, but not at the magnitude that I needed.
I started to continue swimming when I saw something that caught my attention.
A young boy, only twelve years old was up one of the trees holding something green and red.
He threw it at the pristine boats hull.
Flames spewed from the side of the ship, people screamed from being hit by the Molotov cocktail's burning oils.
I had the person I needed, and a chance to destroy a sunseeker predator 68 luxury yacht.
Barbamon's P.O.V.
Money, filthy money, why can't we get enough of it?
That lovely paper that can change the minds of men and can bring countries to start wars.
And I was at the heart of it all, well not quite, but I was sitting in the middle of a secure vault in Dublin city.
Money was piled into small silver cases around the walls with individual and unique key holes.
I had been coming here and taking just five euros from each box every day.
I was just sitting on a throne of money thinking about how wonderful it is to be the equivalent to a god when it happened.
A small rumbling came from above the vault, probably in the main hall.
I ignored it as I continued thinking about money.
Then a small crackling noise came from behind me.
I turned to see the metal door to the vault bubbling and melting.
A puddle of iron and steel was on the ground, behind the metal was a thin layer of concrete which had become cracked and brittle from the intense heat.
A leather boot with metal studs at the toe burst through the wall to be followed by a young man wearing a bright yellow thermo-resistant jacket and black drain pipe jeans.
He stood in front of me slightly confused, not only was the vault that he had just broken into had another living thing in it sitting on a pile of money but also there was a demonic old man wearing a strange red and purple robe smiling at him.
He popped off the mask to reveal black hair with bright green eyes, like little shining emeralds.
"Who the feck are you!" He yelled, the blast from the explosion must have done a number on his ears.
"I am Barbamon, greed incarnate." I smiled at his dumfounded face.
"How'd you get in 'ere?"
Just what I needed.
"I can teach you, if you help me" Came my answer.
Belphemon's P.O.V.
Yes I just googled the laziest person in the world and went straight to them.
I'm the beast of sloth, what did you expect?
Though bursting through the chubby Spanish boy's home and telling him he can become more powerful than anyone to have ever lived without him having to do much work might not have been the best idea but it worked.
Beelzemon's P.O.V.
"Why the hell is everyone I need fat?" I shouted at a crow which sat with me on top of the empire state building.
"Squawk"
"I hear ya bro" I replied to the crow.
"Comin' through!" a voice behind me yelled.
A drunken girl with short dirty blonde hair and blue eyes came barging past and jumped off the railings while lighting a cigarette.
"Bloody idiot" I called after her falling body.
About twenty minutes later a slightly less drunk girl with short dirty blonde hair and blue eyes came through the doors, stamped out a small cigarette and pulled out another, she ran off the side of the railings shouting "Comin' through!"
I stared at my crow then down the side of the building.
And the a black parachute came out from behind her with a slogan written in bright pink saying "We're here, we're queer, and we fucking hate rainbows"
I smiled to myself as I leapt off the building to follow the smoking adrenaline junky.
That was the first chapter, I hoped you enjoyed it, the main purpose was to just get it started and have parallels to the series to show what the back story is.
As you can tell Daemon acted out of character, well so would you if you were trapped in the dark ocean for a few months, as for the voice in his head, solitary confinement can make people suffer from schizophrenia but seeing as he is made of data and data can repair itself it may or may not have a lasting effect on him.