Authors Note:
Okay, here's the edited chapter 2 for you! Not really much to see of a difference, I just made it fancier. :P
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Italics - Dreams, visions, or thoughts within either
'Italics' - Thoughts
"Normal" - Speech
*Bold* - Points of view
"Bold" - An attack
*This chapter will be an exception to one of these*
Wizardmon's Quest: The Prophecy Revealed
Chapter 2: Lilithmon
*Trix's POV*
There was darkness everywhere. Tantalizing, pitch black darkness. It was darker than the darkest cave, blacker than the blackest night. So dark, that it would make a Devimon shake. The all consuming darkness that now surrounds me is impossible to describe. It suffocates, drawing everything and everyone into its depths. And there is no sound—it is deathly quiet. It seems almost wrong to disturb the silence. And it is cold. The kind of cold that seeps into your bones, causes shivers to wrack your body, turns a person dark... the kind that makes you want to curl up into a ball and hide away forever.
Suddenly,a clash! Steel against steel ripped through the night, breaking the deafening silence.
Abruptly, I was somewhere else; a ruined landscape, strewn with crushed marble blocks. A castle tottered in the near distance, looking on the verge of collapsing. The sky an angry bruised color—a storm hidden within—a mix of blacks, purples, grays, and blues, looking just as beat up as the ground. The whole scene was truly nightmarish. To top it all off, a circle of figures stood, hunched, in the center of all the carnage. And by the looks of it, they were fighting to the death. Their chests were clearly heaving as they stood at a standstill, glaring at the one in the center, though he had to turn around to do the same, as he was surrounded. Digital and real blood was splattered across their armor. Rips, tears, and dents apparent on each. Bits of data drifted off of all of them.
Instantly, they converged on the one in the middle, a blur in the dark landscape. Ringing echoed throughout the field as they struck at the lone figure, too fast for the eye to follow. In a matter of mere moments; however, the one digimon managed to outmaneuver all eight of his opponents. He now stood over the last among them, weapon raised. Nonetheless, he looked almost reluctant to strike.
His opponent knew he was done for. He looked up, and said, "You have bested me, good knight. Now, please take my life before I am forced to do another terrible deed."
There was a pause.
Finally, in a clear, strong voice, the victor asked, "Why, Knightmon? I do not feel it right to claim such a noble soul such as your own, as I have done with too many of your brethren this day. Allow me to ask, why do these acts?"
His only response was, "Our Lady commanded us to," before he burst into data.
The lone digimon watched the data float away for a moment, before slow clapping was heard.
"Bravo, my dear knight. Quite impressive, I must say, for you to have bested all eight of my knights in a matter of seconds. My sources weren't lying when they said you were good."
I looked over towards where the feminine voice was coming from, seeing a lady digimon. And, oh man, was she HOT!
She was tall and demonic looking, emanating the feeling of beautiful, yet dangerous. She was wearing a long, purple dress with what looked to be a slim, black and gold bodysuit of some kind underneath it. There was also a long, black ribbon—spiked at the ends—going around her arms and coming to a stop in front of her. Four black, tattered, bat-like wings fluttered behind her; the above two being smaller then the two beneath them. It didn't look like she could truly fly with them at all. Finally, to top it all off, her short black hair was mostly covered by a gold, crown-like headpiece, making her look like royalty. She had a black and purple fan in one hand, tapping it against her other arm, which is what was making the tapping noise. I wondered for a moment why she didn't just clap her hands when I noticed one of her arms was lying limply by her side, covered by a golden gauntlet. 'She must have been injured…' I instantly felt bad for her.
I was at once hooked, but you can't blame me, she's gorgeous! Bewitchingly so, and I should know. I live in a witch's and wizard's city for crying out loud! Nah, who am I kidding, she's smoking hot! The knight, however, seemed unaffected by her beauty.
'Huh, guess I should take look at him too,' I thought glumly, managing to tear my eyes away from her.
He was tall and humanoid as well, wearing white and red armor. Despite all the wear and tear and the lack of decent light, his armor still glinted. He was currently equipped with a lance and shield, both weapons in pristine condition. True to her word, he did seem knight-like—not that I doubted her at all! He was the easier of the two to notice, as he stuck out against his surroundings with his bright armor. His face was covered, so I was unable to make out his expression, but I'm guessing that he was glaring at the woman, as he didn't seemed enthralled by her at all.
I've never liked ladies before. In fact, with all but my sister, I've downright rejected them! I'm not sure why I'm so dang interested in this one now... I just am. But, the bizarre thing is, she seems familiar somehow. Weird, huh?
'Oh, I get it!' I thought confidently. 'This' just a dream.' I grinned, then grimaced, 'Aw… but that means she ain't real!' I shook my head after that thought. 'Nah, can't think like that, I don't like girls. But wait, this is kinda weird. I've never had a dream like this before…' I shrugged to myself. 'Oh well, might as well sit back, relax, and enjoy the rest of the show while I still can.' Then, I thought a moment. 'Wait, shouldn't I be a bit… I dunno, disgusted by this? He just killed eight guys!' I then had a disturbing thought. 'Am I… comfortable with this?' I shivered. 'No, can't be. I ain't a monster like those jerks back home say! But… what if I am?' I shook my head vigorously. 'Nah, can't think like that. It won't do me any good. Besides, I ain't like those guys fighting there. I'd never kill someone.'
The knight chose this moment to respond, getting straight to the point. "You are their mistress, are you not?"
She faked being insulted, placing a hand over where her human heart would be, "Oh, so rude to a lady. Ignoring the pleasantries? And I thought you were supposed to be trained in such formalities."
He harrumphed. "I do not find it fitting to be polite with the one who has commanded such noble souls as those, to do such gruesome tasks against their will."
She looked surprised, "Oh, but who said it was against their will? They were all too happy to follow my orders." She grinned wickedly, "But yes, I am their mistress."
He glared at her some more, "No longer as I, Sir D-," The next part of his sentence seemed to garble as he got to, supposedly, his name, "Have freed them of your harsh rule."
She frowned, "Oh, so now you tell me your name? Pfft, how rude." She waved her free hand around idly, unimpressed. In turn, he simply glared at her. "Oh fine," She continued, "I did say that it was impressive that you did that, didn't I? It's too bad I lost such perfectly good pawns so soon," She smirked and licked her lips. "But I had my fun with them."
He actually flinched when she said that. "Those soldiers! What did you do to them?!"
She continued to grin. "Oh nothing, just what I said. I had some fun with them, nothing more."
"I do not even wish to know the definition of your fun." He spat out that last word.
"Party pooper," She pouted, "You're no fun." She giggled and shrugged. "But, alright. I wasn't planning on showing you anyways, you're not worth it."
He seemed to come to a conclusion, "You called me here. What is it you want, demoness?"
She smirked, "About time you figured that out." She tossed the fan over her shoulder and walked forward a little ways; he got into a fighting position. She stopped, but he didn't relax. "On to the point of the matter now, is it? Too bad, I didn't want to have to do it so soon."
"Do what?"
"Why, destroy you of course!" She lunged at him.
That took me completely by surprise. She had seemed so calm a moment ago, but now she looks absolutely blood thirsty.
The knight dodged to the side to avoid her, but she simply came back around and swiped at him again. Only then did I notice that she was using the hand I had thought previously injured. I would soon find out why.
This time, he brought up his shield to deflect her blow, when he suddenly winced in pain. I looked to see why, when I saw her hand sticking into his shield, an acid was forming around it, which seemingly coming from the hand. It was eating away at his armor!
"Oh..." I said in small voice. Yup, that about summed it up.
"So, the stories of your Nazar Claw are true, then." He forced through clenched teeth, barely holding her back.
She glared at him, "Yes, and it is just as deadly as the stories say." She brought her arm back to strike again. "Nazar Nail!"
He quickly jumped backwards, avoiding the blow and panting slightly in place, cradling his shield arm. I noticed then that his shield and lance were both actually attached to his arms. Damn... That's got to hurt.
She watched him, slightly amused. "Huh, I thought this would be more fun," She paused, "What, are you scared of a lady?"
He coughed, annoyed, "Not at the least!" And this time he lunged at her. She was prepared though. She brought up her Nazar arm and he quickly jumped back.
"Oh, but I believe you are." She grinned smugly and began to advance on him.
He swiftly jumped over her before she had time to react, landing neatly behind her. He raised his weapon, waiting a second to let it charge up with energy. When it completed the charging process, he quickly fired off a "Saber Shot!"
"Ahh!" She screeched, clutching her Nazar arm—he had been aiming for it. Her arm was now useless for the time being.
"A sneak attack! You're supposed to be a knight, always going by the rules!" The lady snarled, outraged.
"I don't have to follow them while fighting a cheater, like you," he responded. I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
"Cheater? Honestly, you're calling me names now? You're not acting like a knight at all." She managed a grin. "Well, you always were one of the spunkier ones, if just as stiff."
His only reaction was to stab at her.
She was the one dodging now, as he began his never-ending assault, cape rippling as he struck. She laughed, grimacing slightly, "This is more like it! Finally you're fighting back!" She did a series of something similar to roundhouse kicks, her skirt flailing. To me, it looked like some weird, demented, can-can. They looked almost elegant, majestic. And yet, they were terrible, gruesome, and terrifying in their deadly dance.
The knight jabbed forward and the demon-lady followed up with yet another kick. This time the knight dismissed his lance and caught her foot, much to her surprise. The stunned Digimon was thus stopped cold for the moment.
With a grunt, he swiftly took advantage of this, tossing her into the air while summoning his spear once more. The medieval weapon began to glow with raw power. Looking up while raising his glowing weapon, the knight shouted in a clear, strong voice. "Lightning Charge!"
A bolt of lightning shot out of his weapon and sailed straight up in the direction of the female digimon. There was a loud explosion in the sky and then… nothing. Silence. I waited anxiously, wondering what happened to her and if she was alright. 'Wait a second, why do I care about her at all? Heck, why should I care about her? She even looks like an evil Digimon! ...If attractive.'
The knight waited a moment. Apparently believing he had finished the job, he lowered his weapon and slowly began to look down, when suddenly, he tensed. What was visible of his golden eyes widened as he looked up. I looked up as well, anticipating what was going to happen.
A flash of light appeared above the knight and began to grow as it hurtled downwards towards him. The knight dove to the side as a dust cloud billowed up where he had been standing a mere second earlier. The knight got to his feet once more and got into a fighting stance, warily eying the haze. The demoness calmly stepped out of it, as though nothing had happened.
The knight was astonished. "That should have killed you!"
She simply smiled. "Oh, but you haven't met my associate."
"Associate?"
"Oh yes, meet Lord D-" The sentence garbled out again as she got to another name.
Another figure stepped out of the haze, looking just as sinister as his partner in the dark light. I didn't get a good look at him, as the debris and smoke were still thick, but I did notice that he was cloaked.
"No! How did you…?"
The figure chuckled. "I merely swooped in at the last second, as they say, before your strike could connect." He glanced over at his partner, "I was assigned to protect her in case something like this would happen. Apparently, it was rightly done."
The knight grimaced, knowing he was outmatched, but his pride would not let him flee. So, he stood his ground.
"Very well," He raised his spear, and still corroding shield, "I shall take you both on if I must."
He chuckled. "How foolish."
And she snorted. "Like I said, spunky."
He sighed and glanced over at his companion again. "I'd like to end this quickly, dear. I have another appointment after this, as you already know."
She pouted, whining, "Aw, but I wanted to play with him some more!"
From under his hood, he glared at her. "We have orders."
She pouted some more. "Fine..." She sighed, "Go ahead."
He grinned at her displeasure from underneath his hood, turning back towards their mildly annoyed opponent. "Flame Inferno!"
She sighed again, and then added, "Phantom Pain!"
A large explosion followed. I groaned as I was buffeted by the force of the two attacks. Debris were flying through the air, and one particularly larger stone than the rest rocketed towards me. My eyes widened, "Oh sh-"
I dove to the side, my hands over my head. The boulder narrowly missed me.
I looked up in time to see the miraculously still surviving knight shakily get to his feet before collapsing onto his knees. He was kneeling in the middle of a crater—yah, the blast was that powerful. He refused to bow his head, so he continued to look up, coldly staring straight at his attackers, data drifting off of him in large amounts.
One chuckled darkly, while the other smiled sweetly, yet evilly. They casually strolled up to him as he began to disappear. The cloaked one sighed after they had come within speaking range of the dieing knight, "As much as I hate it, I must bid you both adieu." He chuckled, "then again, maybe not." He looked up, "And, darling?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"Try not to have too much fun with him once I leave."
She frowned, then grinned. "Don't worry."
He smirked beneath his hood, spreading his wings and taking to the skies.
Not acknowledging his departure, she bent down to the knight's level and used her normal hand to raise his head. He continued to glower at her. She whispered something to him that I couldn't quite make out, and when he failed to respond, she took her Nazar Claw and sliced it across his face, making three deep gouges. He didn't even give her the pleasure of wincing.
'Apparently, her hand has finished healing,' I dryly thought.
She huffed, and turned to the side towards me. "Fine. Guess I'll just have to kill you now." She sighed and began turning back when she paused. "Hmm?"
Staring right at me, past her adversary, she gasped. Meanwhile, she was still holding the knight up, Nazar Claw poised and at the ready. 'Does she... see me?' I gulped, both confused and frightened at the same time, while maybe a little hopeful.
After a moment of silence, she said, "So… it looks like dear Lucie was right after all." She paused. "I've finally found you, my child." I stared at her terrified, not comprehending. This was new; a dream character had never talked to me before. Looking back on it, the look on my face must have been priceless. Thank Huanglongmon that Candlemon wasn't there.
"What? Child? Do you mean to say there is a child here?!"
"Of course, and it is a very special one at that," she grinned.
"Wha-What nonsense do you speak of, demon?" He tried to twist around to see for himself, ending up gasping in pain.
She ignored him, instead looking at me. "So, my dear, do you recognize me at all?" I just stared at her thoroughly confused. "Hmm… I suppose not…" She seemed a little sad, but that expression left as quickly as it had come. I figured it was just my imagination.
"No… It can't be!"
She laughed mockingly, darkly, in return. "Oh, but it is, honey."
The knight had noticed me.
I finally seemed to get my voice, "I-It can't be what?" She smiled and sighed while the knight looked horrified, but why? I quickly looked behind me to make sure that he wasn't staring at anything sneaking up on me. There was nothing there; it was just the three of us here, as far as I could tell. Shivering, I turned back around, and that's when I realized the knight was staring at me. "Why-why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, uncharacteristically scared. Not even the other digimon back at Witchelny ever looked at me that way, so why was a knight digimon, who could easily pummel me into a pulp if he wanted to, doing it?
"Your-your… No, I cannot allow this!" He struggled to bring his lance arm around while it degenerated. Noticing, the she-demon sprang into action. She grabbed his arm with her Nazar Claw, jerking it into a painful angle. I winced for him, though neither digimon noticed.
"Sorry, but I can't let you do that."
With a simple flick of her wrist, she crushed the tip of his spear as if it were plastic, causing him to scream in pain. I clutched my ears and squeezed my eyes shut.
After that, she calmly stated, "You may watch the rest of our exchange if you wish. It's not like you can do anything. Or I could kill you right now, but I believe it would be more satisfying to let you suffer... Your choice." He said nothing. "Alright," She shrugged, a smirk playing at the edges of her lips. She then turned back towards me.
I looked down and whispered. "L-let him go…!"
"Hmm? You have to speak up dear; I can't hear you from all the way over here." She smiled. Wow, did her entire attitude just change?
I looked up and said a it little louder. "Let him go!"
She looked surprised. "And why should I do that?"
I was stunned. I didn't think she would actually listen to me, but I managed to regain my voice to continue. "He-he's dying. Just grant him mercy... what has he ever done to you?"
She looked sickened by my suggestion while the knight appeared shocked.
The demon-lady took a step towards me with a slightly more, surprisingly enough, sympathetic expression. I stepped back when she did that. She stopped. "Oh, what have they done to you to make you so kind? What have they done to you?"
I didn't understand, so I chose not to answer.
"Oh, darling, come home with me, and we'll make it all better. You can go back to your old life."
I didn't understand a thing this old hag was talking about. Bewildered, I took another step back, shaking my head. I glanced over at the knight to see him regarding me with curiosity, and, was that… hope? Out of nowhere, I got a piercing headache, putting my hands to my forehead.
"Tomorrow, I will be a Candlemon no longer!"
'Huh?'
Her eyes widened and she snarled. I looked up as she whipped around, turning on the barely conscious knight. "What have you done?!" She screeched.
A cough racked his body as he spat out some digital blood, which quickly turned into 1s and 0s. I could only just hear him, but he managed to whisper, "I-I have done… nothing…. Another, powerful force… has… interrupted your… chat…."
She snarled. "Lies!" She grabbed his throat, strangling him with her Nazar claw, he didn't react. He was too far gone.
I winced for him, and then looked down at myself as I felt another, painful sensation go through my body. I then noticed that I was seemingly fading in and out of existence. 'W-wha!? What's going on?'
"…I shall become the greatest magician… that any of the worlds, has ever… seen…"
'What was going on? And why did that voice sound so dang familiar?'
"NO!" I quickly looked over to see the demon-lady abandon the knight and run towards me. I couldn't move out of pure fear. 'Whose body are you, anyways? Move already!'
She reached her normal hand out to grab me, and… it went right through me! I stared down in shock. Her hand went right through one side of my stomach, and out the other! 'What the heck?!' She had a similar look on her face.
I heard a weak chuckling come from behind her. She spun around, fury in her eyes. "You!" She stalked towards him, and I feared for his life.
She looked towards me once more as she raised her Nazar Claw over the defenseless knight. "Don't worry sweetie, we shall meet again."
That's what worries me!
I started to get a weird tingling sensation throughout my body, barely listening to her now.
"Remember me! My name is, Lilithmon!"
I opened my eyes and jolted upwards in bed, looking around wildly. Wincing, I stopped and brought my hand to my face as I inwardly groaned, 'Wa… was that a dream?' I wasn't so sure anymore.
For some reason, I glanced towards Candlemon's bed, and then it hit me. 'That voice was him! He brought me out of that! But… how?' I was stumped.
I shivered. I could still here the knight's strangled cry ringing in my ears as Lilithmon plunged her claw deep into his body. I shivered again, and grabbed my shoulders. 'How could I… have known a person like her? She must have been lying, besides, I don't remember her…'
I didn't fall asleep again that night.
*Lilithmon's POV*
Still staring at the spot Impmon had disappeared from, I dug my finger nails into the palm of my hand. 'I was so close… he was standing right there! Ugh!' I punched a nearby rock to relieve some of my stress, which is anything but good for my complexion. No need to get too worked up over something that has the promise to be fixed.
'Curse that Gallantmon!' I allowed myself a brief smile as I glanced down at my Nazar Claw, still covered in digital blood. 'He got what he deserved.' I then repeated to myself what I had told Impmon, 'I will find you. We shall meet again...' I was determined to keep that promise, and this time, I had his scent. I smiled as I tightly gripped a piece of his bandanna in my hand, not about to let go.
With that, I turned on my heel and walked away; my tattered, bloodstained dress trailing behind me, disheveled hair hanging in clumps in front of my face.
I squeezed the fabric in my hand again, and for once, I didn't care.
*Rita's POV*
I opened my eyes. Something was wrong. I looked over towards my brother's sleeping pallet, fear gripping my heart. Nothing was amiss... he looked to be peacefully sleeping. I didn't allow myself that bit of solace.
'I hope he's okay…'
I glanced over at Wizzie's bed.
'Candlemon, I sense something is coming, something that none of us will be prepared for. I only pray that you are ready…'
Authors Note:
Hoped you liked it! Bit of a surprise, no? xD
I forgot to mention last chapter that certain, important digimon's names will be in their Japanese form. You'll see why later. Anyways, let me know what you think guys! 'Till next time! ^^
