A/N: Yeah, I know. I had DDA all set up and ready, but then I took it down and put this up. Don't ask me where the idea for this fic came from, because I have no idea. I do, however, know why I'm going through with this. I tend to write fairly light fanfiction, and I'm glad I do. But I've had writers' block for the longest time, and had no idea why. Now I think I know why: life isn't very fun. This fic is going to be leagues darker than anything I've written thus far, because this is going to be the fic where I release some of that darkness that life throws at me. I don't want pity, or sympathy, because I know that there are people out there that have it FAR worse than I do. Wow, I just realized that this is a very long A/N, but whatever. I still have a few more things I need to address. First: In this world, digimon are heavily affected by human emotion. Second: I plan on this fic ending with every character dead. Third: The digimon power scale. This part might drag on so feel free to skip it.

Imagine a baby level digimon has a power level of two (I don't mean dragonball power levels, just a unit of power). Every time a digimon evolves/digivolves, they get their power increased at an exponential level. And as the form of the digimon gets stronger, the exponents rise. Now, this baby digimon evolves into it's in-training form, and it's power level is now 2^2, or 4. Now this in-training digimon evolves into its rookie form, its power level is now 4^3, or 64. Now this theoretical digimon evolves into it's champion form. Now it's power level is 64^4, or 16,777,216. I don't think I need to continue this, but it's ultimate would be... about 13,292,279,957,849,158,729,038,070,602,803,000,000; realize that this is the weakest scenario. Sometimes the added exponent doesn't happen, like with low champions, ultimates, and megas. Humans on this power scale would rate at maximum 5000. Average would be around 400. Yeah. Oh, the throw away evolutions like Numemon and Sukamon would be around 4096. They are weak.

So in a fight, it would seem like the digimon would win hands down, right? WRONG! I'll explain this later in the fic, but for now, let's just get on with the story.

DigiDamned

Chapter 1: War

I scavenged in the old buildings. If I was lucky, I'd find a digi-egg and get enough bits to buy myself enough food to last me for another week. I looked around at the place once known as Primary village, or the village of beginning. Now it's known as Ground zero to the digimon, and as the first victory to humans. To be honest, I hated both. It wasn't always this way. I still remember having a family and thinking life would be happily ever after, like all those fairytales my father used to read to my brother and I. He didn't always read them either, he used to make them up too, my father was a great storyteller; sometimes he would... I shook my head. No time to reminisce in the past. It was gone, forever. All thanks to this God damned war.

I was one of the few that know what truly started the war that fateful day. Many were excited, and others passed it off as a prank, when we received that first message from the digital world. Three digimon known as the celestial council contacted all of earth that day, in hopes of convening with the UN and establishing peace between our worlds. In retrospect, they had too much hope in humanity. Sure, lots of us wanted peace, but many more were afraid. So the UN created a small army, and agreed to meet the celestials if the could bring their bodyguards "For protection."

The fools agreed and when the army appeared on their doorstep, they welcomed it with smiles. I'm not sure how my family and I got there, but we saw the slaughter that commenced. The celestials didn't even fight back, but one digimon did. The army turned to us, they knew we were witnesses to what happened, and they killed my family. My father, my mother, my brother, then they were ready to kill me. I heard a cry of Rage and a screeching sound from my brother's fallen body. I heard the screams of the marines, as some digimon slaughtered them.

I blacked out and the next thing I knew, I was back in the real world. One of the ministers was telling the world how the celestials tricked and manipulated the UN into coming close before slaughtering them, and that he was the only survivor besides one boy he managed to save. That asshole was considered a hero, and hasn't had to fight or go back to the digital world since. After that, the entire planet arrived at a consensus: the digimon were too dangerous to let live.

Disgusted with humanity, and scarred for life. I somehow found my way back into the digital world. Eventually, humans learned that their emotions affect digimon, especially the stronger ones, and by amplifying them, they could weaken the digimon considerably. Fast forward to today, the digimon are almost extinct and mankind is to blame. Didn't stop me from needing to eat though.

"Lucemon, we managed to hold the western shore of file island." A man in black samurai armor reported to a blonde child with eight wings, sitting on a throne.

"Thank you, Tactimon." The boy said, looking far older than should have been possible. "If you wouldn't mind, would you check with Datamon about the program?"

"It would be my pleasure, dear prince." Tactimon said while he bowed.

"There's no need for that, you know you are my equal in this court." Lucemon smiled half-heartedly at the Mega's attempt at humor, "Besides, you should leave the jokes for Piedmon."

"I'll just go see how Project DIGIVICE is going, my lord." Tactimon said as he turned to leave.

"No need." A voice buzzed as capsule came walking into the room. "I just finished putting the final touches on it."

"It's good to see you Datamon, and I'm glad the project is done. Maybe now we can find a way to end this war."

A/N: And that is the first chapter of DigiDamned. I know it's a bit depressing, but to be honest, so is life. In case you couldn't tell, my character is the one that had the huge monologue at the beginning of the chapter. And I don't mean the other A/N. Anyways, let me know what you think, since this is my first time writing a dark story. Oh, and before I forget, all the OCs need to have some reason that they are an outcast of society. It helps the story.