Title: Deletion
Chapter: Three
Couples: Kenmi | Daikari | Miyakeru | Sorato
Notes: Dang it! I'm going to be gone for a week and I have no clue whether I'll be able to get Internet access…*sniffs sadly* Sooooo…don't know if I'll be able to post until next Monday! (ARGH!!) This isn't a very LONG chapter, granted…but it's still a chapter! ;} *giggles* In this, you learn the voice's name (*cough*Aragol*cough*) and the bad guy's identity (sort of).
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DELETION
THREE-BEING OF LIGHT
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Dark brown wings folding behind his back, the creature of light erased his shimmering aura, changing from a constantly shifting surface of blinding, raging white light to that of pure nothing, invisible to any and all.
{{sincerity}}
The girl looked up, cheeks stained with sticky, drying tears. Frantically brushing at her face with the back of her hand, sniffling, as if she knew someone was watching her, she grinned weakly.
{{i have located your partner}}
"I…I still don't understand this partner thing," she mumbled, words rasping forth from
her red throat. "Who is my…partner?"
{{your partner's name is…chkkkkk…}}
He gagged, the Oath preventing him from telling her. He was lucky, however, in being able to keep the choking sound from reaching her ears.
{{i…i regret to inform you that…chkkkkk…I am unable to tell you such | apparently, the Oath has decided you must learn that information on your own}}
"Oh." Her shoulders slumped and he could tell she was disappointed. "Well…what is your name? And why can't I see you?"
He sighed.
{{the first one is easier | i am aragol of the Host of Heaven | you can not see me because if i or the Oath did…you would be blinded | if you were to see the glory of God, our Father, much worse could befall you}}
She wrinkled her nose, absorbing the information. "So you're…Err-uh-gill?"
{{no, no, no | air-uh-gull}}
She smiled at the black void. "Pleasure to meet you, Er-eee-gull."
{{this is not going to be easy}}
*
Ken pushed Wormmon's head down in the duffel he was toting around in the crisp, still night. Lights blazed, neon signs burned through the night, prostitutes posed in alluring, sensual positions as men walked by them, and Tokyo, Japan was like New York City. Never sleeping.
"Get your leg out of my eye!" Palmon hissed and Wormmon shifted in the bag, his muffled "gomen ne" was silenced by Ken's zipping the bag up halfway. The two fell silent, uncomfortably squished together.
Finally, Wormmon muttered, "I can't breathe in here…"
Darkly, Palmon replied, "Should I jump out?" Her tone was sarcastic and they both grumpily acknowledged each other's lack of space.
The steady, rhythmic sway of the bag, lightly rebounding off Ken's hip with each step, calmed their nerves weakly, soothing them into an uneasy sleep, dozing with every nerve ending buzzing nervously. Every step he took became engraved throughout eternity in a web woven in a grotesque palace, shadowed by sinister evil, dripping along like a parasitic slime.
*
Aragol landed quietly on a marble rafter, built more for beauty and admiration than stability and purpose. Narrowing burning white eyes, his unseen features distorted in anger and disgust, he watched carefully from his nook in dimensional space, his flaming white feet curved around a mirror copy of the rafter created in the 'shadow' dimension he existed within.
Putrid creatures of dead flesh, sickly sweet smells wafting up from their decaying flesh, quickly moved from terminal stations to other terminal stations, typing in commands and cryptic messages looped to other terminals in the same immense chamber. His wings stretched absently as he cursed his own idiocy.
Of course the creature wouldn't come. The thing could sense the Host's presence, be it thirty-and-five or just one.
{{fool}} he jeered at himself, raising his feathered wings, the only parts of his being that weren't constructed of pure white light and searing, blinding white flame, and spreading the pinions, preparing to fly off back to the void. Yet he paused.
The minions were scrambling about frantically, hissing foreign, rasping commands to each other, voices rough and smacking due to the half-dead state of their stolen bodies. He stared closely at them.
They…were…the denizens of the Digital World!
Recoiling, bile rising thickly in his throat, Aragol knew he had found the right place.
{{not that there was much of a selection}} he thought grimly.
Then there came an echoing, dull sound that exploded through every cranny of the palace, shivering even through the shadow-dimension Aragol resided in.
{{it's you, you damned bastard}} he snarled, unable to use the mouth he did not have. Wings bristling and the flames of his very being licking hungrily, higher and higher until they fairly brushed the diamond-encrusted roof.
Beautiful though the room was, all the holy being could see was death and decay, oozing from the walls and the roof, pooling about on the floor. In truth, there wasn't any to see…if one did not have the gift of Sight.
A wave of boiling nausea struck Aragol, not in his stomach, but in his mind, churning and twisting about in his screaming, enraged mind.
{{in the name of God, i, aragol of the Host of Heaven, bind you to the realm of hell}} he whispered dangerously, the words screeching mutely through the odorous air to condense around a black, melted, misshapen form in the emerald doorway. The creature paused, eyes burning like black coal, emblazoning their evil in him as it turned its head to stare directly at Aragol.
//So, being of light, you have come to right your mistake, eh?// It sounded amused, voice projected mentally, much like Aragol's, and sounding chillingly human and masculine. //I am beyond your control now, fool. Your pretty words can not bind me to the realm of hell. I will not return.//
With those final, mocking words, it scorched Aragol's existence, singeing the flames. Fascinated in a horrific way by the fact that he, a torch by all mortal definitions, could be burned, Aragol plummeted into the void without a choice.
Behind his tortured body's path, the creature threw its rotten head back with an awful squelch, roaring with a sick, twisted mockery of laughter; its maw split open, the flesh curling away in a cloud of perverse smoke and blistered, rotting flesh, gaping holes and black, half-decayed teeth decorating the maggot-infested mouth.
The minions began chanting their chant of no words, jaws collapsing or ripping forth from their heads to literally splash against the floor like overripe fruit, splattering thick, brown body juices about the marble floor.
The laughter haunted Aragol's vanishing mind.
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She waited the return of the voice patiently, tapping her fingers against her knee absently, humming a song she could not remember.
Without warning, a sudden gust of wind whipped through her chestnut hair, sending the silky strains cascading around her face. Shrieking in surprise and fear, she clapped her hands about her ears and ducked her head, eyes squeezed tightly shut.
//My princess.//
Cracking one eyelid open, she swallowed harshly, seeing a handsome young man before her, his hand outstretched, palm up. He smiled kindly at her.
//My princess, I apologize grievously for leaving you alone for so long.// His smile remained the same, waves of short, curly black hair glowing eerily in the darkness.
The voice was in her head, though it didn't sound like Aragol in the least.
"Who are you?"
The man looked shocked. //My…my love?// The mental voice cracked painfully and she saw sorrow tint his lovely grey eyes. //Do you not remember me, your fiancée? Evon? My princess, Lady Mimiit, can you not remember me? Search the depths of your heart, my lady love! Surely I remain in your heart!//
Closing her eyes and concentrating, she felt a tug to him.
Opening her red-brown eyes slowly, she smiled tremulously at him. "I…I do."
Beaming joyfully, he quickly moved to her side, scooping her up in his arms.
//Then we go to the palace at once, my dear! The servants will be so relieved to see you once again! They have missed you so, you know. You are quite well loved among the people.//
As he took her from the void into the sunshine streaming from a portal just born into existence, a maggot writhed on the ground of the void, white and contrasting with the blackness, visible only by the tiny rays of sunshine.
And then it all became black.
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End File
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Chapter: Three
Couples: Kenmi | Daikari | Miyakeru | Sorato
Notes: Dang it! I'm going to be gone for a week and I have no clue whether I'll be able to get Internet access…*sniffs sadly* Sooooo…don't know if I'll be able to post until next Monday! (ARGH!!) This isn't a very LONG chapter, granted…but it's still a chapter! ;} *giggles* In this, you learn the voice's name (*cough*Aragol*cough*) and the bad guy's identity (sort of).
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DELETION
THREE-BEING OF LIGHT
*
Dark brown wings folding behind his back, the creature of light erased his shimmering aura, changing from a constantly shifting surface of blinding, raging white light to that of pure nothing, invisible to any and all.
{{sincerity}}
The girl looked up, cheeks stained with sticky, drying tears. Frantically brushing at her face with the back of her hand, sniffling, as if she knew someone was watching her, she grinned weakly.
{{i have located your partner}}
"I…I still don't understand this partner thing," she mumbled, words rasping forth from
her red throat. "Who is my…partner?"
{{your partner's name is…chkkkkk…}}
He gagged, the Oath preventing him from telling her. He was lucky, however, in being able to keep the choking sound from reaching her ears.
{{i…i regret to inform you that…chkkkkk…I am unable to tell you such | apparently, the Oath has decided you must learn that information on your own}}
"Oh." Her shoulders slumped and he could tell she was disappointed. "Well…what is your name? And why can't I see you?"
He sighed.
{{the first one is easier | i am aragol of the Host of Heaven | you can not see me because if i or the Oath did…you would be blinded | if you were to see the glory of God, our Father, much worse could befall you}}
She wrinkled her nose, absorbing the information. "So you're…Err-uh-gill?"
{{no, no, no | air-uh-gull}}
She smiled at the black void. "Pleasure to meet you, Er-eee-gull."
{{this is not going to be easy}}
*
Ken pushed Wormmon's head down in the duffel he was toting around in the crisp, still night. Lights blazed, neon signs burned through the night, prostitutes posed in alluring, sensual positions as men walked by them, and Tokyo, Japan was like New York City. Never sleeping.
"Get your leg out of my eye!" Palmon hissed and Wormmon shifted in the bag, his muffled "gomen ne" was silenced by Ken's zipping the bag up halfway. The two fell silent, uncomfortably squished together.
Finally, Wormmon muttered, "I can't breathe in here…"
Darkly, Palmon replied, "Should I jump out?" Her tone was sarcastic and they both grumpily acknowledged each other's lack of space.
The steady, rhythmic sway of the bag, lightly rebounding off Ken's hip with each step, calmed their nerves weakly, soothing them into an uneasy sleep, dozing with every nerve ending buzzing nervously. Every step he took became engraved throughout eternity in a web woven in a grotesque palace, shadowed by sinister evil, dripping along like a parasitic slime.
*
Aragol landed quietly on a marble rafter, built more for beauty and admiration than stability and purpose. Narrowing burning white eyes, his unseen features distorted in anger and disgust, he watched carefully from his nook in dimensional space, his flaming white feet curved around a mirror copy of the rafter created in the 'shadow' dimension he existed within.
Putrid creatures of dead flesh, sickly sweet smells wafting up from their decaying flesh, quickly moved from terminal stations to other terminal stations, typing in commands and cryptic messages looped to other terminals in the same immense chamber. His wings stretched absently as he cursed his own idiocy.
Of course the creature wouldn't come. The thing could sense the Host's presence, be it thirty-and-five or just one.
{{fool}} he jeered at himself, raising his feathered wings, the only parts of his being that weren't constructed of pure white light and searing, blinding white flame, and spreading the pinions, preparing to fly off back to the void. Yet he paused.
The minions were scrambling about frantically, hissing foreign, rasping commands to each other, voices rough and smacking due to the half-dead state of their stolen bodies. He stared closely at them.
They…were…the denizens of the Digital World!
Recoiling, bile rising thickly in his throat, Aragol knew he had found the right place.
{{not that there was much of a selection}} he thought grimly.
Then there came an echoing, dull sound that exploded through every cranny of the palace, shivering even through the shadow-dimension Aragol resided in.
{{it's you, you damned bastard}} he snarled, unable to use the mouth he did not have. Wings bristling and the flames of his very being licking hungrily, higher and higher until they fairly brushed the diamond-encrusted roof.
Beautiful though the room was, all the holy being could see was death and decay, oozing from the walls and the roof, pooling about on the floor. In truth, there wasn't any to see…if one did not have the gift of Sight.
A wave of boiling nausea struck Aragol, not in his stomach, but in his mind, churning and twisting about in his screaming, enraged mind.
{{in the name of God, i, aragol of the Host of Heaven, bind you to the realm of hell}} he whispered dangerously, the words screeching mutely through the odorous air to condense around a black, melted, misshapen form in the emerald doorway. The creature paused, eyes burning like black coal, emblazoning their evil in him as it turned its head to stare directly at Aragol.
//So, being of light, you have come to right your mistake, eh?// It sounded amused, voice projected mentally, much like Aragol's, and sounding chillingly human and masculine. //I am beyond your control now, fool. Your pretty words can not bind me to the realm of hell. I will not return.//
With those final, mocking words, it scorched Aragol's existence, singeing the flames. Fascinated in a horrific way by the fact that he, a torch by all mortal definitions, could be burned, Aragol plummeted into the void without a choice.
Behind his tortured body's path, the creature threw its rotten head back with an awful squelch, roaring with a sick, twisted mockery of laughter; its maw split open, the flesh curling away in a cloud of perverse smoke and blistered, rotting flesh, gaping holes and black, half-decayed teeth decorating the maggot-infested mouth.
The minions began chanting their chant of no words, jaws collapsing or ripping forth from their heads to literally splash against the floor like overripe fruit, splattering thick, brown body juices about the marble floor.
The laughter haunted Aragol's vanishing mind.
*
She waited the return of the voice patiently, tapping her fingers against her knee absently, humming a song she could not remember.
Without warning, a sudden gust of wind whipped through her chestnut hair, sending the silky strains cascading around her face. Shrieking in surprise and fear, she clapped her hands about her ears and ducked her head, eyes squeezed tightly shut.
//My princess.//
Cracking one eyelid open, she swallowed harshly, seeing a handsome young man before her, his hand outstretched, palm up. He smiled kindly at her.
//My princess, I apologize grievously for leaving you alone for so long.// His smile remained the same, waves of short, curly black hair glowing eerily in the darkness.
The voice was in her head, though it didn't sound like Aragol in the least.
"Who are you?"
The man looked shocked. //My…my love?// The mental voice cracked painfully and she saw sorrow tint his lovely grey eyes. //Do you not remember me, your fiancée? Evon? My princess, Lady Mimiit, can you not remember me? Search the depths of your heart, my lady love! Surely I remain in your heart!//
Closing her eyes and concentrating, she felt a tug to him.
Opening her red-brown eyes slowly, she smiled tremulously at him. "I…I do."
Beaming joyfully, he quickly moved to her side, scooping her up in his arms.
//Then we go to the palace at once, my dear! The servants will be so relieved to see you once again! They have missed you so, you know. You are quite well loved among the people.//
As he took her from the void into the sunshine streaming from a portal just born into existence, a maggot writhed on the ground of the void, white and contrasting with the blackness, visible only by the tiny rays of sunshine.
And then it all became black.
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