A/N: Greetings, friends!
This is a rewrite of my fic One Last Battle, which I wrote forever ago and it sucked so I decided to rewrite it. If you wanna cringe forever, go ahead and read it, but...don't read it. Read this one instead. This one is better.
Please, enjoy, and as always, review away!
Chapter One
The thing about data is that it can be rewritten. Whatever the goal, whatever the desired effect, it can be written into the code and brought to life. One simply has to know how to access it.
It's not difficult really. The data isn't hidden in any capacity. In fact, it is everywhere, in every aspect of the world. Every tiny leaf, every breath of wind, every crevice and crack in the earth—it's all just data, written and stacked in a certain way to build what needs to be built. A touch here, a change there, and the data reforms into something new.
A new body, perhaps...
Yes, this would do nicely, at least for the time being. It was a physical form, and that was the first step for now. Fists clenched and muscles stretched. Lungs raggedly pulled in air, only barely remembering how. It had been far too long.
Eyes finally opened, to be met with only darkness. A jagged sneer caught the corner of a fanged mouth, twisting it upward. Vague memories began to resurface—memories of long, hard battles and unimaginable power. The smile quickly turned to a frown.
This body was weak.
No matter. It could be rewritten, as with all things. The data simply needed to be accessed and reworked.
A hand reached out, feeling its way through the darkness and searching. Ah, there it was—a tiny flicker of code. It rippled and swirled around itself, twisting and turning every which way. All it needed was a little nudge in the right direction and...
PAIN. UNIMAGINABLE PAIN.
With a rush, the data forced its way around this new body. It was as if it were engulfed in—what was that burning?—fire. It remembered fire well. Awash with pain, it crumpled and fell.
Slowly, the agony eased. Something was different...wrong... No, it wasn't wrong. There was a new strength now, something this body had never felt before. It coursed through its newfound home, pulsing and raging. The lips curled into a smile once more, and the smile quickly became laughter. It built into a deep, booming sound, which echoed in the darkness and filled the spaces in the silence.
"More..." growled a sharp voice. "More..."
Standing, and with renewed vigor, the laughter ceased. It was time, and there was a way now. With this newfound strength, the battle between good and evil would finally be finished. With a twisted grin and a fist shrouded in Dark energy, a hole opened in the remaining data. For the first time in a very long time, Vamdemon stepped out into the Digital World once more.
Night—the perfect time. He breathed deeply of the chill air and rekindled his senses. Sight, sound, feeling—it all came back so quickly, and yet it all seemed so new. Rejuvenated, he looked up at the moon.
There were three of them. This confused him; it had been a long time, certainly, but long enough for the Digital World to pull two more moons into its gravity? Well, that was a question for another time. He had things to do.
Before he could take a single step, a bright light flooded his senses. It burned his eyes and made his skin feel as though it had been doused in acid. There was only one possible source for this kind of Light—one of the Holy Digimon.
A deep voice bellowed out from the midst of it. "Trespasser! You are unwelcome here!"
Vamdemon chuckled to himself. Oh, when would they learn? "I tread where I please," he stated simply. "Those who would stop me will meet their end at my hand."
"You will be exterminated." The light dimmed to reveal a glowing white Cherubimon. Vamdemon smirked. His power must still be incredible for him to be greeted so quickly by one of the most powerful Holy Digimon in existence. It was flattering, if nothing else.
"I should think not." With speed and ease, Vamdemon launched himself up into the air. Power surged within him, begging to be used. However, he knew from past experience that he needed to exercise control. He waited as the Cherubimon flew into the air after him, an orb of light in each hand. He launched them each at Vamdemon, who dodged the attack with minimal effort. He waited only a breath of a moment before a twisted rope of red lightning appeared in his hand. He whipped it out in front of him, coiling it around the Cherubimon's throat and catching him off guard. It was just enough to give him the opening he needed. He filled his other hand with the same red lightning, hardening it into a blade before thrusting it through Cherubimon's chest.
The larger Digimon howled in pain, beginning to dissolve. Vamdemon laughed; this was almost too easy. If he could defeat one of the Holy protectors of the Digital World this easily, those wretched children would be no match for him. He pushed a final burst of power into the bladed lightning, and Cherubimon's data exploded.
Vamdemon reached his hand out for it, meaning to rewrite it for himself. However, as soon as he touched it, it flooded into him. His body was once again wracked with pain, which he was only slightly more prepared for this time. As he absorbed the final piece of data, the pain subsided.
He floated back down to the ground, feeling himself grow more powerful as the new data surged within him. He looked up to the sky, watching as it began to distort. It seemed the balance had been upset...good. This place could use a little chaos. Too much order was boring.
He stepped forward, Darkness following in his wake. He would destroy anyone who would oppose him in his new reign of terror. He would rise once more, and do away with the Light once and for all. He would finally plunge the Digital World into a neverending darkness and rule over it as its King.
From above, Seraphimon observed. He was too late—Cherubimon was gone. This threat, whatever it was, was immense, and it could not be tolerated. In his mind, he reached out to the only other remaining Celestial Digimon.
"Ofanimon, Cherubimon is fallen and his fractal code absorbed. Call the children. They must once again return to save the Digital World."