Digital Death: Chapter 0-Death Gods and Digimon
By Arbiter25
"BLACK STORM!" the Renamon shouted as black shards of diamonds came out of the air and rained down upon the swarm of Chrysalimon. As quickly as the battle had begun it was all over; a single Rookie level digimon destroyed a swarm of champion level Chrysalimon in an instant.
"Hmm, pathetic", said the Renamon as he absorbed all of there data. The battle was pointless, as it had been with all of the other digimon he had encountered. But, the rule in the Southern Quadrant was of course very simple: Survival of the fittest. That was, after all, Zhuqiaomon's rule after all. It was because of this rule the Southern Quadrant was a barren desert, a wasteland were only the strong could survive its harsh conditions. While there were other levels of the Quadrant that were much nicer then the desert, the Renamon never bothered to go there.
"What's the point of all these battles?" the Renamon thought to himself. After all, this Renamon was much more different then any normal Renamon. He stood about 6"0 in height, and weighted about 145 lbs. The Renamon really didn't care much about strength, he used his speed to advantage to kill Digimon. His fur was a mix of black and white, with some reddish spots on his legs. Finally, it wouldn't be complete without the trademark gloves. Every Renamon had a design to there gloves, his of course was no exception. His gloves had the anarchy symbol on them.
The Renamon walked through the desert, much was on his mind.
"Every day it's the same thing, nothing is ever new, the Renamon said softly to himself, I'm just so bored, Id give anything, ANYTHING, for some excitement". Little did he know, someone heard his prayers, not Digimon, not even human, It was something evil, something. God-like.
10 miles from Arbiter's current location
Saren had been watching the mysterious Renamon for some time now. He had sensed potential in him since the day he had "accidentally" stumbled upon the Digital World en route to the human world. Saren was no Digimon, as you could already tell. Saren, was a Death God. He wore a dark cloak that covered his eerily pale human like face. His eyes glowed a faint red, the eyes of the Shinigami. He wore a little purse that contained his Death Note, his main tool of killing humans, his favorite prey. Saren could have left on his own free will, but after all, he was bored. This new world was curious to the Death God, and he wanted to make the most of it, by finding the strongest Digimon he possibly could. Saren wanted to give his Death Note to someone, someone who had the same thoughts as he did, to kill and not to be bored. Saren had found this in the Renamon. For a while now, Saren had been following him, observing what the Digimon did. Much to his surprise, he did exactly what Saren had always done. He would kill, yet be bored by it. Saren saw potential in this Digimon to not only wield a Death Note, but to become a Death God as well, something no human has ever become. Saren knew that the time to put his plan into action was about to begin. Smiling under his cloak, Saren pulled out his Death Note and spoke to it…
"The time has come, my little black book, find our "creature", and show yourself to him, I will be there soon". And with that, the Death Note disappeared, on it's way to the unsuspecting Renamon.
It's time, my little creature, time to see if you are truly worth my patience.