~* Darkness Rising, Silence Falls *~
A Digimon 02 Fanfic by Bandit, ©2000
Prologue
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The fluttering beat of the bat's leathery wings made hardly a sound as it slipped through the night sky. Beneath its erratic path, Tokyo slept in glittering splendor, like a queen who wore her jewels even as she rested, swathed in a mantle of blackest velvet. This bat was like any other at first glimpse, but if the curious watcher had looked a second time, two things would have become apparent about this particular specimen.
First, instead of a typical button black, its eyes shone a demonic red.
And secondly, it carried something clutched in its claw-like feet. Something that glittered golden in the lights of the city below, and gleamed a deep, lush red from three shimmering locus, lit through with the light that streamed from the skyscraper windows and the headlights of the cars.
Something that-despite its beauty-gave off an air of cloying evil as it was borne through the air by its winged messenger.
Something that was clearly unnatural, out of place, and somehow wrong, in a deep, elemental way. A way which refuted nature and her laws, and which spat in the bony face of death. A way that whispered portents of doom to all who were foolish enough to touch it.
The bat winged its way downward, spiraling toward the towers below with its sinister cargo. It backed air, hovered for a moment, then landed with a soft tap of claws on scratchy brick on the windowsill of one of the many nondescript buildings that reared from Tokyo's pavements. It was not important, what the building was like.
It was what was inside the building that would make or break the future of the world.
Opening its clawed feet, the bat let its burden fall to rest on the dull red bricks. There was a slight flare of light in the three globes of red woven among the strands of gold as it hit the sill, as though some unseen resident was angered by the rough landing.
Turning to the glass of the window, the bat leaned over, balancing on one claw, and tapped the other against the glass: once, twice, three times. A faint stirring inside brought its head up in alert watchfulness. Someone inside moved, stretched, got to their feet, and the bat startled into flight, seeming to flee into the golden coin of the moon to anyone who might have been watching. But no one saw.
And the one who might have seen caught only a glimpse.
Still, a glimpse would not be enough to save her.
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A Digimon 02 Fanfic by Bandit, ©2000
Prologue
~*~*~*~
The fluttering beat of the bat's leathery wings made hardly a sound as it slipped through the night sky. Beneath its erratic path, Tokyo slept in glittering splendor, like a queen who wore her jewels even as she rested, swathed in a mantle of blackest velvet. This bat was like any other at first glimpse, but if the curious watcher had looked a second time, two things would have become apparent about this particular specimen.
First, instead of a typical button black, its eyes shone a demonic red.
And secondly, it carried something clutched in its claw-like feet. Something that glittered golden in the lights of the city below, and gleamed a deep, lush red from three shimmering locus, lit through with the light that streamed from the skyscraper windows and the headlights of the cars.
Something that-despite its beauty-gave off an air of cloying evil as it was borne through the air by its winged messenger.
Something that was clearly unnatural, out of place, and somehow wrong, in a deep, elemental way. A way which refuted nature and her laws, and which spat in the bony face of death. A way that whispered portents of doom to all who were foolish enough to touch it.
The bat winged its way downward, spiraling toward the towers below with its sinister cargo. It backed air, hovered for a moment, then landed with a soft tap of claws on scratchy brick on the windowsill of one of the many nondescript buildings that reared from Tokyo's pavements. It was not important, what the building was like.
It was what was inside the building that would make or break the future of the world.
Opening its clawed feet, the bat let its burden fall to rest on the dull red bricks. There was a slight flare of light in the three globes of red woven among the strands of gold as it hit the sill, as though some unseen resident was angered by the rough landing.
Turning to the glass of the window, the bat leaned over, balancing on one claw, and tapped the other against the glass: once, twice, three times. A faint stirring inside brought its head up in alert watchfulness. Someone inside moved, stretched, got to their feet, and the bat startled into flight, seeming to flee into the golden coin of the moon to anyone who might have been watching. But no one saw.
And the one who might have seen caught only a glimpse.
Still, a glimpse would not be enough to save her.
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