Hell and paradise
Hell and paradise
I don't own anything in this story
A deep fog crept into the deserted streets of the seemingly deserted town. The town was where the damned were cursed to spend their afterlife for all eternity, all the evil digimon ended up here after they were destroyed by the digidestined. The town was isolated, trapped between worlds securing the digimon; the digi-gods decided this was the best place for the world's enemies, so created the town itself.
The fog covered the town during the day and at night the town transformed into a hellish version of itself. The evil digimon where not the only creatures trapped in this world, strange monsters lived in this town as well; the area that was trapped in-between worlds included the town, a large lake, and a small forest.
Closer towards the entertainment district of the town was a small two story stage theater called Dual Theater and within this theater sitting in one of the hundreds of seats was a tall blonde, staring intently at the stage and old dusty props. His icy blue eyes burning with hatred, hunger, and defeat; it had been a whole 25 years since the brats with pet digimon killed him for a third time, and even though he felt great hatred for them, knew he was trapped and defeated.
The other digimon, Piedmon, Devimon, Ladydevimon, Etemon, the rest of the darkmasters, all of them were here somewhere doing something and the "natural" creatures that lived here always seemed to wonder around without purpose, most of the monsters took on a human like form others not so much, not that he really cared.
There wasn't much to do after u spend days trying to get out of a hellhole such as this and realize you can't get out. To him it wasn't much of a hellhole; there were some perks to this place, plenty of prey, no sun to bother him, no annoying brats to try to kill him, no holy creatures, and no henchmen to screw everything up, so yeah it could have been worse.
One of the most degrading parts of this place was that when one was sent here they were stripped of there digital powers and cloths, at least they gave you clothes to wear, even if they were human clothes. The powers he could understand to some point, but he couldn't figure out why they took your clothes, he figured it was for degrading purposes, but what ever the reason he was not fond of it.
He, himself was wearing a long, black leather trench coat with a silver bat on the back, black boots, black gloves, and black cargo pants, and no shirt. He had to admit he did feel stupid and degraded wearing this apposed to his old blue uniform and cape. Even his mask no longer decorated his facing, showing the angelic contours of his face.
Myotismon continued with his thoughts as the time slowly crept by him. The entire theater was shrouded by pitch black darkness, as it was a rarity when lights actually worked. And even in this total darkness his vision was perfect and unaltered; there were some perks to being a vampire.
Myotismon's pointed ears perked as they caught a slight noise, one of the monsters no doubt. Myotismon stood up from his red chair and it flipped back up into its natural position. If one of the monsters in this cursed town had wondered this close to him he would take this opportunity to feed.
He walked up the old, dusty, ragged, red carpet and walked out the double doors into the main lobby where there was indeed a strange creature. It look human but with yellowish white skin with definite veins showing through the skin, it walked with a slight limp and showed little to no intelligence. It wore no clothes and had no eyes or hair and made a gargling noise.
Myotismon came behind the creature and wrapped one arm around the creatures torso and the other around its head and pulled the head to the side so to expose the neck. He rolled his lips back to reveal a set of long, sharp fangs that he plunged into the creature's neck, quickly catching the blood in his mouth as it ran out of its neck. He held onto the struggling creature with his vampiric strength continued to feed. He finally dropped the limp body of the dead creature, wiping the small trail of blood that escaped him off.
He looked out the main entrance doors and saw nothing of concern to him but he felt like moving some other place so he walked out the double doors of the theater and into the fog filled streets.