Pandemonium Story: A Digimon Fan Fic.
Chapter One: Oblivion
It was not in the highest of her interests to be kidnapped (much less by Demon Lord Digimon), and yet there she stood. Her hands bound together by dark magic behind her back, and to both her sides stood two massive DarkTyrannomon guards. Before her stood five of the seven Demon Lords, each one with their own expressions towards her appearance. The one who had kidnapped her stepped forward. He appeared as an old man with and extremely large nose, draped with a brightly colored poncho. His pale hands had long, boney fingers and were barely noticeable under his large uniform. His beard and hair trailed down to the floor, and his ears were long and pointy. His malevolent eyes gleamed with mischievous cunning. "We do apologize for the poor company," he mocked with a wide grin, "but you see, we did not have time to prepare for a proper meeting as two of our seven fellows are currently dormant." One of the other four behind him snorted indignantly, "If ya keep on talkin' like that, we'll never get outta here." He stood with ignorance, arms crossed, head turned away; and she had also noticed the small, bright cherry red handkerchief wrapped around his upper left arm. The first Demon Lord continued his speech, "As I was saying before we were rudely interrupted-" Another Demon Lord spoke out, "Barbamon, lets just get this over and done with. I can't stand long meetings." The Demon Lord Barbamon started to get annoyed. "I would if you would just let me finish! What matters anyway, you've ruined my speech again," turning around to face their prisoner, he spoke loudly with annoyance,"'Welcome to the fortress of the Seven Great Demon Lords.'" A Demon Lord at the end, who was cloaked in an unusual costume laughed and added, "You are at our mercy now, little human girl!" Barbamon turned around, angered at the continuing ignorance of his comrades. The girl looked behind her as the argument commenced, but only caught a glimpse of the door before one of the guards raised his enormous claws to block her view. Why was she here? What did these monsters want with her? All these questions danced around in her mind like a merry-go-round. "Beelzemon, at least you can stand straight" "And why should I do somethin' like that?" "Because it is rude to look ignorant in an important meeting, even from a Demon Digimon like you." "Haw, you make me laugh, Lilithmon. I'd rather stand like this." "Why are we even fighting over that? The human girl is still there." "Shut up, Daemon" "What did you say?!" The one Demon Lord not fighting was getting annoyed with each passing comment, his eyebrow twitching. "Be silent you fools!" he roared out, his command followed by a deathly silence in the room. He looked to see Daemon towards her with a tone of mock joy before returning to his raspy, dark voice on her name. She felt like a snake made of ice had slithered down her back as she walked away. Soon after hearing the door slam heavily behind them, Megan knew she was going to have anything but a good nap…
he had everyone's attention, "DarkTyrannomon, take her back to her quarters. We have no need for her here anymore." The two
guards obeyed, forcing their prisoner to turn around and follow them towards the doors. "Have a nice nap, Megan!" called out
The windows in her room were barely two feet wide, but tall enough to let light from the pale white moon travel inside. Megan stared up at the ceiling from the couch, her arms free from their bondage with her head resting on them. It is so warm in here, she thought to herself, almost like an oven. I need to take off something before I get cooked. She slowly sat up and took off her returning her gaze upon the room. A wooden table with a fine finish stood before the black leather couch, and at each of the four corners of the room Megan saw Corinthian posts made of marble, matching the floor and walls. On the far right of the room stood the table, Megan saw the 'lucky bamboo' shoot standing in a clear glass vase. Its roots traveled around like rivers on the bottom, thought as she reached down to examine one of its large leaves. Why those Demon Lords would want something like this in a room she wouldn't understand. Then again, they were a strange-looking bunch either way. "Are you not tired?" a startling voice sounded behind Megan, nearly scaring her to death. It was Lilithmon, who was standing by the entrance with her arms halfway crossed, "I would have purposely left the door open, but seeing how poor Lucemon felt after that meeting made me drop the idea." She did not blink as she spoke, but her expressions and tone of voice changed many times while she was talking. She slowly walked in without warning. Megan backed away as she came closer. Looking at the couch then the vase, the female Demon Lord looked out through the window. "You have the best view in the fortress, other than Lucemon and Barbamon. Those two don't seem to notice me; rather, none of them do anymore…" Her voice trailed off in deep thought, and her attention turned to the plant, "Lucky Bamboo is thought to bring good fortune to the household of those who keep it alive for a year. Do you believe such a thing?" She looked at Megan, who almost froze with fear as she replied, "Well, It… depends on who is the one planting it..." Lilithmon laughed under her breath, "How long do you think luck can last?" Megan was surprised at these questions, "...Well, I heard it can last forever." "For you humans, it seems like that. In fact, luck," she lifted her right hand, which die away at any given time, almost like humans." The Bamboo shoot turned black, curling up before rotting away from the touch of Lilithmon's right hand. She looked at Megan with a glare that could curdle milk, "Do not get me wrong, human. We Demon Lords are never this generous to any human being. It would be best not to test our patience, as some of us won't think twice about ending your life painfully." With that being said, she was out of the room the same way she entered. Megan was left to stand there sweating with fear. She slowly sank down onto the couch, staring at the floor as the door slammed shut. Lying down, night, and she feared what tomorrow would be like.
shirt, revealing a much lighter, white-colored spaghetti strap shirt below. She stood up and stretched, stifling a yawn before
what appeared to be the bathroom, with a small end table near the entrance with a large porcelain vase on it. Looking down on
determined to snatch up anything needed for the plant to grow. Seems like I'm going to need all the luck I can get, Megan
was fitted in a golden claw, and rested it upon the plant "is only an illusion of the mind used to create courage in the soul. It can
she looked at the glass vase, which contained water dirty with the remains of the once-lucky bamboo stem. Tonight was a long
A voice sounded far off as Megan slowly woke up. The room was still dark. The voice sounded again, this time much louder. "Wakey Wakey!" roared out a voice as she was picked up off the couch and released from the grip. Nearly falling down onto the floor from the sudden action, Megan kept on her feet and looked up to see Beelzemon laughing at her, "Hahahahaha! All of ya' humans look that bad after wakin' up? I was hopin' you'd fall or somethin' so I could have a good laugh! Hahaha… breakfast is down the halls. I hope ya' know what a hall is, right?" She glared at the laughing Demon Lord as he left the room, his laughter stopping farther down the hallway. Today's going to be just dandy, she thought sarcastically to herself as she pulled her shirt over the spaghetti strap. Outside the safety of her room, Megan noticed it was dark like night in the hallway. Of course, what Demon Lord wouldn't mind it being night in their fortress while it was day out? Megan walked in the direction that she believed to be 'down', looking out the similar slit windows. The moon was still out, and it was much colder in the hallway than in her room. Megan looked ahead, noticing a faint light from one of the rooms to the left. Looking in from the entrance Megan saw tables filled with many different Digimon. Some ate on the floor because they were four-legged, and some ate on the ceiling because they were small and could fly. 'Erhem, you must be Megan?" asked a deep voice. Looking down, Megan saw a Digimon one third her size. His body was shaped like a moving gear, and his eyes were red with yellow pupils. His hands floated by his sides as he waited for a response from the human. "Oh…yes, I am Megan" she said quietly. The Gear Digimon signaled for her to swooped down stealing the food of another, but Megan turned her head away as not to be rude for staring. She was seated in a small table for one, served her plate and drink and left to her own. Looking around the room she saw that all the Digimon were mostly black. Virus Species? Megan was a fan of the Digimon video games, but she never knew they were real. In fact, she just thought that It was all a game, to own a Digimon and fight other Digimon. She couldn't remember all the names of the Digimon in a DarkGrowlmon looking at the food of another Digimon. A DemiDevimon snuck in from behind a DarkTyrannomon and stole his bread just as he reached for it. Fights, chats, the sound of utensils hitting the floor, and the effects of heavy hits from larger Digimon kept life in the room itself. From every corner, there was a Viral Digimon doing something. Megan looked down on her plate, her stomach feeling queasy. "Are ya gonna eat that?" said an Impmon as he snuck up to the table. Shaking her head with a food, Megan sat back and looked over towards a fight scene. Two Digimon, one she identified as DarkGreymon, were head butting eachother. Each traded heavy blows as one wanted the victory as much as the other, with use of biting, clawing, tripping and slashing in efforts to defeat his opponent. The spectacle continued until a Digimon ordered the scene to stop. Megan looked at the entrance, seeing what appeared to be Duskmon. He was standing there with his eyes fixed on the two fighters. "You simple-minded buffoons, what do you think this is? A carnival?" He looked at the other side of the room, "Dinnertime is over, back to work." And then he left, not noticing her, apparently. Megan did not know what to think of this place. It reminded her of a Today's a long day, and it's going to get worse from there
follow as soon as she finished her speech. The Digimon did not care to look as they ate and talked to eachother. A Digimon
her game; there were so many of them. She could identify a BlackWereGarurumon fighting for some meat with another one, and
smile, Megan pushed over the plate so the Digimon could take what he wanted. Watching the small Digimon run off with the
prison, dark, cold, filled with criminals. Criminals. Funny thing to think about when near Virus Digimon, not that they'd mind at all
as long as you still fear them. She got up and left for the door, not looking around in case the Digimon were staring at her.
Later that day, Megan was called down to Barbamon's dormitory. There she saw large shelves full of books, tables filled with maps and texts and scrolls. It was well lit and looked more like a library than a lair. In the clearing she saw two enormous globes in the middle of the room, one that looked like Earth and the other most likely the Digital World. She walked up to the clearing, looking at them. They were floating, and slowly rolled in midair. The moon of each planet floated and twirled around like a halo. When she got closer she noticed there were extremely small dots on each continent, marking certain spots like a map skull with an orb in its mouth. He examined his staff before looking at Megan, "What? It isn't going to bite you. My questions will, do you happen to know of it?" Megan scratched her head, "No… no, I don't. What is it?" "I do not expect you to be asking the questions, young lady. It would be better you don't know. Now onto the next question, have you had any weird dreams lately? Ones of an unusual place?" Again Megan answered with a no. Barbamon cocked his head to one side, "Now, I hope you aren't lying to me. That would be very rude, and it would not go well for you either." Megan's hands were shaking, but she replied coolly, "I'm sorry… I don't know anything…" Barbamon looked at the Earth's Globe silently, his hand on his chin as he was thinking of something to ask next. Megan tried to stop the shaking. Maybe it was because I didn't eat, she thought during the moment of silence. The questioning continued, "Now then, this will be the part where you will answer me with something more than a yes or no… Where was it that you first lived?" Megan's mind flashed with a danger sign. How did he know that she moved her answer. Her mind raced as fast as her heart with the pictures until she remembered the name, London. "…?" He looked at her as though he new she found her answer. "Well? What is your answer…?" "London…England." "How long ago was this?" She thought again, choosing her answer wisely before responding,"…14 years ago…" A smile crept back onto his face as the Demon Lord turned to the desk, shuffling through his collections. Noticing she was still there, he responded in annoyance, "Ah. Fine then, Megan knew not to stay there any longer and left him to his work. The door slammed shut behind her. This place is crazy. How do these people know that much about me? than she knew herself. Then again, Megan did not eat earlier adding hunger to her shakiness and nausea. She slowly traveled down the halls towards the room, feeling sick and scared and in need of its security. She was at their mercy, and as soon as they closed the door behind her and looked around to make sure no one was in the room. Falling back onto the couch, Megan fell asleep without having taken her shirt off. She felt cold from the events that had occurred in two days she was here, and even if she faced oblivion Megan knew she would never see her world again.
would. "Pretty, isn't it?" Barbamon walked in, carrying a large staff in his right hand. At the end of his staff there was a Digimon
however." He walked closer and stopped five feet away. With a sigh in his voice, Barbamon asked his first question, "Let's make
this fairly short and quick, shall we? It occurred to me you would not know of the Gate of Eternity, but just to make sure of this,
when she was little? He must be some sort of stalker, she tried to come up the name of the place. He was silent as he awaited
you may leave now. I have what I wanted." He gestured for her to leave immediately with the slow wave of his large hand.
have what they want, they'll dispose of her. It happens every time, even in movies. As soon as she walked into the room, Megan
