Just a reminder, that I don't own digimon.
Digidestined: You sure are acting like you own us!
Me: Silence, insolent MORTALS!
Chapter 5: False Angel
Kari woke up slowly, something bright burning against her eyes. She squinted against the light
and coughed. The air was heavy with the stench of burnt flesh. Slowly she was able to see what was
causing the bright light: Something was standing over her, wearing blinding white clothes, framed by two
doves wings, face cloaked in darkness. Kari screamed.
The scream caused the figure to bend down and clamp an icy cold hand over Kari's mouth, then to
hoist her to her feet. Kari could see clearly what the figure was now: It was a lady angel, not much unlike
Angewomon. Instead of Angewomon's battle suit, though, She wore a long whit dress that left her
shoulders bare. Her dark hair swirled (like snakes, Kari thought) around a pale face marked by purple eyes.
She smiled, almost wickedly, as Kari stumbled and gasped for breath.
"Who are you?" Kari asked as the air finally cleared when the angel flapped her wings and the
burnt bodies of the batmen-more than Kari had expected three champions could do, well over one hundred
bodies-dissolved into digi-particles.
The angel laughed softly. "I am here to help you against your newfound enemy," she said in a
smooth voice. She then placed her hand on Kari's head, and Kari felt her wounds healing. She gasped, it
felt like thousands of tiny fires were burning inside her. "I have many names, though you may call me
Mirionel."
"Newfound enemy?" Kari questioned. Mirionel walked away to begin healing her other friends
and waking them up. Kari stared around the clearing in the field, much of it was burnt, and several trees
had burned down. Some trees were still on fire. She had never seen Greymon do that much damage before.
Now all the digimon were sitting under a tree, breathing heavily and resting from the battle. It looked like
Mirionel had healed them too.
She looked around to make sure everyone was OK, and then she saw TK on the ground…or the
burnt crisp that ad been TK. She ran over to him, tears in her eyes, remembering how e had been trying to
save her, Now her best friend was dead-destroyed by that Wizard creature.
As if reading her thoughts, Mirionel intercepted her. "He's actually still alive," she said as Kari
tried to twist away from her. "Those wounds are the result of a battle he is having right now. They will be
gone as soon as the battle is over."
"A battle he is having right now?" said Kari. "He's unconscious, or dead!" tears ran down her
cheeks.
"I told you, he is not dead," said Mirionel harshly. "He is having a battle within his mind, for
control of his soul. Your new enemy is trying to possess him." A gem that was hanging from her neck
began glowing bright blue, but she touched it and it stopped.
"Who's trying to possess my brother?" snapped Mat, getting up and running over to TK. He
hardly blinked at the horrendous burns his brother bore, and began shaking him. "Get up! Get up!"
"Stop it! You'll kill him!" said Mirionel, releasing Kari to turn on Mat. She shoved him away
from the still body of TK. "The best thing to do for him right now is to make him comfortable."
"Who is the one that attacked us?" said Davis.
"Riyomer, Lord of Greed, and the brother of the one who is trying to possess TK," said Mirionel
as she made everyone back away from him. "Enough questions, now. We have to watch, and see if he
lives."
TK felt himself falling, rushing down into violent darkness, someone-no, something-clamping
onto him like a vise. TK gasped for breath, as he turned his newfound power of flame onto his unseen
enemy, desperately trying to incinerate him to oblivion.
The flames did not light up the darkness, but slid into it like milk into water, spreading and
flowing everywhere. And the more he used the flames, the tighter and more solid the grip around him
became. TK didn't know what else to do, though, so he simply kept pouring flames uselessly into the
darkness and the grip around him became tighter. TK heard his ribs cracking and knew soon that they
would break…
Then a voice came, echoing from all around him, a calm, reassuring voice, but filled with scorn-
"Don't use that power! There is another, one you should be using!"
TK stopped then, despite the crushing grip, and listened. Slowly, in his minds eye, a silvery light
flowed up, instead of the crimson fire. "Use this," the voice said all around them. But then the image of the
comforting light in his minds eye was cut off by the horrible fire bubbling out of the middle of it.
"You've no choice but to use this," snarled a voice coming from the area of the crushing grip.
"Fool! You will die, and I will feast upon your soul!" The voice was a horrible voice, filled with the utmost
malice and hate.
TK ignored the horrible voice, and tried to reach deep down inside of him for the silver light. It
had been much more comforting than the boiling bubbling flame. He searched deep inside of himself, past
the flame, past his memories of the digiworld, past everything, and there it lay, glowing at the depths of his
being. He reached for it.
As he grabbed onto that silver light, an aura of it began around him and then pushed away from
him, frying his attacker as it did, who was revealed to be a horrific demon from the most hellish of
nightmares. TK faltered with fear and despair at the sight of his ferocious foe, and nearly lost sight of the
silver light, but he held on. The demon shook itself, spat silver flames from its mouth and eyes, and roared
at TK in fury, and began producing his own aura. His aura of crimson flame met the aura of silver light,
and balanced there,
TK gathered in more of the silver light to himself, and formed it into a beam which penetrated the
crimson shell of the demon. Reeling, the demon fell away into the darkness, a huge mar of burnt flesh upon
its chest. All seemed still for a while.
Then the demon came charging back at him from the darkness, long strings of red fire flashing
from its fingertips. The aura of light consumed the red fire, but offered no protection as a cruelly clawed
and barbed hand flashed down at his chest…
TK screamed as an immense pressure was felt in his chest. The demons claws had hooked into his
chest bone, and TK was in danger of losing the contents of his whole abdomen as the demon pulled harder
and harder and TK's bones stood out against his chest…TK quickly gathered all the light he could into him.
The demon screamed in fresh pain as its claw was incinerated, leaving just the stump, cauterized
by the heat. It spread its wings and fled, disappearing quickly into the darkness.
TK felt himself rising then, rising back into consciousness…
All the digidestined watched in amazement as all the burns and wounds upon TK melted away,
except for three long horrific gashes across his chest. Kari cried in relief.
*Stop your whining, you little brat,* thought Mirionel as she watched the proceedings. Instead she
said, "He still needs some rest. We should cover those wounds."
As Joe nodded assent and pulled bandages out of his ever-present medical bag, Mirionel opened a
teleport gate. "Ill be back soon, with healing magic," she called. Most of the digidestined nodded, as if they
were used to the angel. However, one of them, that girl-Kari, that was it-kept looking at her strangely.
Mirionel ignored it as she stepped through the gate.
She ended up in a cold, stone plain, far from where she was before. She took the amulet from her
neck, whispered into it, and soon, another figure stepped from a teleport gate.
The figure which stepped out of the gate was large in stature, almost eight feet tall. It was a
skeleton, which had a breast plate made out of dark metal and a loincloth of chain mail which nearly
reached the ground. It carried a five foot sword at its hip, and its hands and eyes glowed with unused
power.
"Greetings, Dlagradeth," said Mirionel as the skeleton approached her.
"Sister," said Dlagradeth, looking her up and down with distaste, "Explain thyself."
"I no longer have need of this form, Tis merely a disguise," said Mirionel as she changed back into
her normal form. It looked much the same, except her wings feathers were black and razor sharp, her dress
was black, and her hair was made of thousands of tiny black snakes, and her tongue was forked.
"That was not the only way I meant," said Dlagradeth. "Why arst thou consorting with the friends
of our brothers host?"
"I was doing research," explained Mirionel. "It seems that our brother has not possessed any
normal denizen of this world. No, not only is this child a Lightlord, but he is one of the chosen of that
world! So are the ones that accompany him." Dlagradeth's eyes widened. "As you may imagine, they
possess great spiritual power. It would be dangerous to let them wander around, they could force our
brother from this child's body. So I gain their trust-which is easy, in that world, they consider angels
exceptionally trustworthy. Then I lead them into a trap."
Dlagradeth smiled evilly as she discussed the specifics of the trap to Dlagradeth. His eyes widened
and he chuckled evilly as he heard it. After, he handed a bag full of clacking stones to her. She thanked
him, then watched him dissapear, and turned back into her original form before returning to the
digidestined.
Digidestined: You sure are acting like you own us!
Me: Silence, insolent MORTALS!
Chapter 5: False Angel
Kari woke up slowly, something bright burning against her eyes. She squinted against the light
and coughed. The air was heavy with the stench of burnt flesh. Slowly she was able to see what was
causing the bright light: Something was standing over her, wearing blinding white clothes, framed by two
doves wings, face cloaked in darkness. Kari screamed.
The scream caused the figure to bend down and clamp an icy cold hand over Kari's mouth, then to
hoist her to her feet. Kari could see clearly what the figure was now: It was a lady angel, not much unlike
Angewomon. Instead of Angewomon's battle suit, though, She wore a long whit dress that left her
shoulders bare. Her dark hair swirled (like snakes, Kari thought) around a pale face marked by purple eyes.
She smiled, almost wickedly, as Kari stumbled and gasped for breath.
"Who are you?" Kari asked as the air finally cleared when the angel flapped her wings and the
burnt bodies of the batmen-more than Kari had expected three champions could do, well over one hundred
bodies-dissolved into digi-particles.
The angel laughed softly. "I am here to help you against your newfound enemy," she said in a
smooth voice. She then placed her hand on Kari's head, and Kari felt her wounds healing. She gasped, it
felt like thousands of tiny fires were burning inside her. "I have many names, though you may call me
Mirionel."
"Newfound enemy?" Kari questioned. Mirionel walked away to begin healing her other friends
and waking them up. Kari stared around the clearing in the field, much of it was burnt, and several trees
had burned down. Some trees were still on fire. She had never seen Greymon do that much damage before.
Now all the digimon were sitting under a tree, breathing heavily and resting from the battle. It looked like
Mirionel had healed them too.
She looked around to make sure everyone was OK, and then she saw TK on the ground…or the
burnt crisp that ad been TK. She ran over to him, tears in her eyes, remembering how e had been trying to
save her, Now her best friend was dead-destroyed by that Wizard creature.
As if reading her thoughts, Mirionel intercepted her. "He's actually still alive," she said as Kari
tried to twist away from her. "Those wounds are the result of a battle he is having right now. They will be
gone as soon as the battle is over."
"A battle he is having right now?" said Kari. "He's unconscious, or dead!" tears ran down her
cheeks.
"I told you, he is not dead," said Mirionel harshly. "He is having a battle within his mind, for
control of his soul. Your new enemy is trying to possess him." A gem that was hanging from her neck
began glowing bright blue, but she touched it and it stopped.
"Who's trying to possess my brother?" snapped Mat, getting up and running over to TK. He
hardly blinked at the horrendous burns his brother bore, and began shaking him. "Get up! Get up!"
"Stop it! You'll kill him!" said Mirionel, releasing Kari to turn on Mat. She shoved him away
from the still body of TK. "The best thing to do for him right now is to make him comfortable."
"Who is the one that attacked us?" said Davis.
"Riyomer, Lord of Greed, and the brother of the one who is trying to possess TK," said Mirionel
as she made everyone back away from him. "Enough questions, now. We have to watch, and see if he
lives."
TK felt himself falling, rushing down into violent darkness, someone-no, something-clamping
onto him like a vise. TK gasped for breath, as he turned his newfound power of flame onto his unseen
enemy, desperately trying to incinerate him to oblivion.
The flames did not light up the darkness, but slid into it like milk into water, spreading and
flowing everywhere. And the more he used the flames, the tighter and more solid the grip around him
became. TK didn't know what else to do, though, so he simply kept pouring flames uselessly into the
darkness and the grip around him became tighter. TK heard his ribs cracking and knew soon that they
would break…
Then a voice came, echoing from all around him, a calm, reassuring voice, but filled with scorn-
"Don't use that power! There is another, one you should be using!"
TK stopped then, despite the crushing grip, and listened. Slowly, in his minds eye, a silvery light
flowed up, instead of the crimson fire. "Use this," the voice said all around them. But then the image of the
comforting light in his minds eye was cut off by the horrible fire bubbling out of the middle of it.
"You've no choice but to use this," snarled a voice coming from the area of the crushing grip.
"Fool! You will die, and I will feast upon your soul!" The voice was a horrible voice, filled with the utmost
malice and hate.
TK ignored the horrible voice, and tried to reach deep down inside of him for the silver light. It
had been much more comforting than the boiling bubbling flame. He searched deep inside of himself, past
the flame, past his memories of the digiworld, past everything, and there it lay, glowing at the depths of his
being. He reached for it.
As he grabbed onto that silver light, an aura of it began around him and then pushed away from
him, frying his attacker as it did, who was revealed to be a horrific demon from the most hellish of
nightmares. TK faltered with fear and despair at the sight of his ferocious foe, and nearly lost sight of the
silver light, but he held on. The demon shook itself, spat silver flames from its mouth and eyes, and roared
at TK in fury, and began producing his own aura. His aura of crimson flame met the aura of silver light,
and balanced there,
TK gathered in more of the silver light to himself, and formed it into a beam which penetrated the
crimson shell of the demon. Reeling, the demon fell away into the darkness, a huge mar of burnt flesh upon
its chest. All seemed still for a while.
Then the demon came charging back at him from the darkness, long strings of red fire flashing
from its fingertips. The aura of light consumed the red fire, but offered no protection as a cruelly clawed
and barbed hand flashed down at his chest…
TK screamed as an immense pressure was felt in his chest. The demons claws had hooked into his
chest bone, and TK was in danger of losing the contents of his whole abdomen as the demon pulled harder
and harder and TK's bones stood out against his chest…TK quickly gathered all the light he could into him.
The demon screamed in fresh pain as its claw was incinerated, leaving just the stump, cauterized
by the heat. It spread its wings and fled, disappearing quickly into the darkness.
TK felt himself rising then, rising back into consciousness…
All the digidestined watched in amazement as all the burns and wounds upon TK melted away,
except for three long horrific gashes across his chest. Kari cried in relief.
*Stop your whining, you little brat,* thought Mirionel as she watched the proceedings. Instead she
said, "He still needs some rest. We should cover those wounds."
As Joe nodded assent and pulled bandages out of his ever-present medical bag, Mirionel opened a
teleport gate. "Ill be back soon, with healing magic," she called. Most of the digidestined nodded, as if they
were used to the angel. However, one of them, that girl-Kari, that was it-kept looking at her strangely.
Mirionel ignored it as she stepped through the gate.
She ended up in a cold, stone plain, far from where she was before. She took the amulet from her
neck, whispered into it, and soon, another figure stepped from a teleport gate.
The figure which stepped out of the gate was large in stature, almost eight feet tall. It was a
skeleton, which had a breast plate made out of dark metal and a loincloth of chain mail which nearly
reached the ground. It carried a five foot sword at its hip, and its hands and eyes glowed with unused
power.
"Greetings, Dlagradeth," said Mirionel as the skeleton approached her.
"Sister," said Dlagradeth, looking her up and down with distaste, "Explain thyself."
"I no longer have need of this form, Tis merely a disguise," said Mirionel as she changed back into
her normal form. It looked much the same, except her wings feathers were black and razor sharp, her dress
was black, and her hair was made of thousands of tiny black snakes, and her tongue was forked.
"That was not the only way I meant," said Dlagradeth. "Why arst thou consorting with the friends
of our brothers host?"
"I was doing research," explained Mirionel. "It seems that our brother has not possessed any
normal denizen of this world. No, not only is this child a Lightlord, but he is one of the chosen of that
world! So are the ones that accompany him." Dlagradeth's eyes widened. "As you may imagine, they
possess great spiritual power. It would be dangerous to let them wander around, they could force our
brother from this child's body. So I gain their trust-which is easy, in that world, they consider angels
exceptionally trustworthy. Then I lead them into a trap."
Dlagradeth smiled evilly as she discussed the specifics of the trap to Dlagradeth. His eyes widened
and he chuckled evilly as he heard it. After, he handed a bag full of clacking stones to her. She thanked
him, then watched him dissapear, and turned back into her original form before returning to the
digidestined.
