Hmm...Anything to say....Oh yah, I don't own digimon, cuz if I did, I would have hired scientists to
genetically create a real digimon and then I would have used them to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!
MWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
*ahem* all right, here we go...
Chapter 7: To Betray the Dark
It had been quite a few days since TK had used his powers to protect his friends against Riyomer.
They had stayed in the digiworld, as they had soon made a startling discovery: All the Gateways back into
the real world had been destroyed. Now they walked from area to area, searching for a way to get out. They
slept fitfully on the cold ground at night, using the picnic blanket to keep themselves warm.
The new angel, Mirionel, was a source of confusion to the digidestined. She talked hurriedly of a
new enemy they were fighting, but refused to say anything beyond that they had not fought him before. She
also spent much time with Mat, the two of them playing games-some would say childish games-the whole
time they were walking through the woods, such as tag (though that ended quickly, Mirionel could fly and
Mat could not.) And it seemed that every time she looked at the digidestined that she had small tears in her
eyes.
One night Kari was awake, keeping watch against attacks from enemies, yawning. She suddenly
felt a cold hand on her shoulder.
"Getting tired, lightchild?" Kari smiled. Mirionel had called her "lightchild" ever since she had
learned that Kari had the digimental of light, and nodded.
Mirionel smiled, and Kari was astonished to see a tear slide down her cheek. "Mirionel, what's
wrong?" she asked.
The angel hastily wiped the tear away. "Oh...nothing. You just remind me of someone I used to
know. If your tired, I could take watch for you."
Kari hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked back to the camp, yawning her thanks to
Mirionel as she passed by.
Mirionel watched her, in the dark and cold, as she covered herself with part of the blanket, and
waited until Kari's light snore joined the chorus of the others. Then she picked her amulet up and
whispered into it, as she had done before.
Again, a hellish red portal opened up in front of her, and Dlagradeth stepped through it. "Nicely
done, sister," Dlagradeth whispered in her ear, his fleshless jaws grating as he worked them to talk. "Lets
get this over with."
At this, Dlagradeth turned to the digidestined and flicked his wrist. This sent a huge gust of wind
that whipped the blanket off the bodies of the digidestined, and their digimon. Still they did not move. At
another flick of his wrist, however, Dlagradeth caused loops of rock to grow up around the digidestined
from the ground and lower themselves onto them, binding them to the ground. His eyes flashed, and he
made the loops tighter still until they cut into their flesh-all except TK. The digidestined woke up
screaming, the digimon crying in pain-and TK leapt to his feet.
Dlagradeth's eyes flashed again, and two humongous stone pillars erupted from the ground,
flanking TK. Tendrils of stone grew from these and grabbed TK. Though the tendrils looked flexible, when
TK tried to escape from them, they felt as solid as stone.
Dlagradeth flicked his wrist once more, so the ground where the digidestined were bound to
moved, as to form a circle around TK. Once this circle was made, the ground rose into slabs, so it looked
like each digidestined was bound to a table three feet above the ground, in a circle around Takeru, who was
forced to stand by the Tendrils. The digidestined screamed in fear.
"You're right, sister," said Dlagradeth as they screamed. "Torturing them in front of this boy will
be a much better way to unleash his anger than to openly attack him. Well done."
The screaming died down. "You planned this?" said Ken, his voice full of hate. The rest of the
digidestined were looking at her with that same hat in their eyes, even Cody. Mirionel choked back tears,
and looked to Mat, but he avoided her eyes, tears running down his cheeks.
"That's right, fools!" said Dlagradeth. "My sister is no friend of yours. She's a treacherous snake!"
Dlagradeth laughed. The Children continued to stare at Mirionel in hate. Mirionel stood tall, trying to look
evil and imperious, but that wasn't how she felt.
"All right, who to torture first..." said Dlagradeth, looking around the children lying on the stone
slabs. "We should use someone close to him...you!" the skeletal Lord shouted, pointing at Mat. "I can
sense that you're Takeru's brother."
Mat nodded, not looking at Dlagradeth. "That I am."
"Very well," said Dlagradeth, cackling, as he flicked his wrist again and the circle spun to have
Mat facing TK, "Prepare thyself for pain!"
Dlagradeth rose the sword to strike at Mat, and TK was looking away, when Mirionel spoke.
"No!"
Dlagradeth stopped the sword inches from Mat's head and looked back at Mirionel. "What?
Would you like to torture this one? Do you bare him some sort of grudge?"
"No, Dlagradeth," said Mirionel, her voice shaking. "We will not be torturing any of these
children."
Dlagradeth's eyes flashed. "And why not, sister?"
"Because I wont let you hurt them. They are-they are my friends." Mat looked up at her in
surprise, and Dlagradeth's eyes burned, flames drifting up out of them.
"I was worried this might happen, sister," he said as the flame that usually stayed only on her hand
spread to cover his skeletal torso and skull also, "You never truly lost your former nature, just buried it
within yourself with the power we gave you. But if you must fall so that our brother is restored, so be it."
Mirionel began shaking with fear. "There is no need to fight, brother," she said hoarsely.
"Oh no, sister," said Dlagradeth, "There is every reason to fight."
Dlagradeth opened his mouth wide after that last word, and streaming out of it came tiny snakes
fashioned out of flame. Mirionel screamed and ducked aside as the snakes smashed into a tree behind her
and ripped it apart, then her eyes glowed and she launched two beams of purple haze at her foe.
They smashed into the skull of Dlagradeth, which shuddered under the impact. Dlagradeth rose
into the air to strike at Mirionel from above, using his sword to swing a crescent of flame after her.
Mirionel flapped her wings heavily and quickly took off a moment before the crescent smashed
into the ground and exploded, creating a huge crater. She flew quickly into charge Dlagradeth with her own
purple sword, which was in her hand now, appearing out of thin air.
Dlagradeth cursed soundlessly and sent a huge serpent of flame-much like the tiny snakes of flame
he had sent before-soaring after her. Mirionel closed her eyes as she flew full force into it.
The resulting explosion was gigantic, lighting up the night sky and sending showers of sparks
down to the ground. Mirionel flew on right through it despite the burns, right up to Dlagradeth, who had his
sword ready now, and stuck her sword through his skull.
Dlagradeth pulled the sword out of his head and slashed at Mirionel all in one smooth movement.
Then the horrific sword fight in the sky began.
The digidestined watched in amazement as the two combatants slashed and parried at one another,
though Dlagradeth was clearly the better swordsman. Mirionel's blood rained down upon them as she was
gashed again.
Mirionel gasped as she felt Dlagradeth's cold sword sliding through her shoulder. She would die
soon, and her friends-if they even wanted her as a friend anymore-would die soon afterwards.
She tried to remember-she had been strong enough to defeat Dlagradeth before, when she had
been something better, something more pure, something...A Lightlord!
Mirionel remembered part of her past-she had been a Lightlord, and had fought Dlagradeth before,
and then she had betrayed the light for something...but she remembered that the last time she fought
Dlagradeth, she had used this.
Mirionel's sword dropped from her hands as she began spinning them in the air, and light grew
between them.
"Stop that! Sister, stop that!" Dlagradeth cried, and began hacking at her relentlessly with his
sword, inflicting humongous gashes upon her. Mirionel didn't stop, though. Dlagradeth screamed.
From between Mirionel's hands came a huge beam of light, one that ripped into Dlagradeth and
beyond, consuming the flames that surrounded him and shattering his bones. The light shined, outlined
him, then stopped, suddenly. Dlagradeth was gone.
Mirionel felt the pains of her wounds then, as she became to weak to fly and crashed awkwardly to
the ground. The stone that had held the digidestined and their digimon in place melted away, and Mat ran
to catch her as she fell-but was too late. He rushed over to her and held her up, trying not to touch her
wings too much.
"Don't worry, I'll live," Mirionel gasped as the blood poured out of her. "Just watch...friend" she
said as she fell into unconsciousness.
genetically create a real digimon and then I would have used them to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!
MWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
*ahem* all right, here we go...
Chapter 7: To Betray the Dark
It had been quite a few days since TK had used his powers to protect his friends against Riyomer.
They had stayed in the digiworld, as they had soon made a startling discovery: All the Gateways back into
the real world had been destroyed. Now they walked from area to area, searching for a way to get out. They
slept fitfully on the cold ground at night, using the picnic blanket to keep themselves warm.
The new angel, Mirionel, was a source of confusion to the digidestined. She talked hurriedly of a
new enemy they were fighting, but refused to say anything beyond that they had not fought him before. She
also spent much time with Mat, the two of them playing games-some would say childish games-the whole
time they were walking through the woods, such as tag (though that ended quickly, Mirionel could fly and
Mat could not.) And it seemed that every time she looked at the digidestined that she had small tears in her
eyes.
One night Kari was awake, keeping watch against attacks from enemies, yawning. She suddenly
felt a cold hand on her shoulder.
"Getting tired, lightchild?" Kari smiled. Mirionel had called her "lightchild" ever since she had
learned that Kari had the digimental of light, and nodded.
Mirionel smiled, and Kari was astonished to see a tear slide down her cheek. "Mirionel, what's
wrong?" she asked.
The angel hastily wiped the tear away. "Oh...nothing. You just remind me of someone I used to
know. If your tired, I could take watch for you."
Kari hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked back to the camp, yawning her thanks to
Mirionel as she passed by.
Mirionel watched her, in the dark and cold, as she covered herself with part of the blanket, and
waited until Kari's light snore joined the chorus of the others. Then she picked her amulet up and
whispered into it, as she had done before.
Again, a hellish red portal opened up in front of her, and Dlagradeth stepped through it. "Nicely
done, sister," Dlagradeth whispered in her ear, his fleshless jaws grating as he worked them to talk. "Lets
get this over with."
At this, Dlagradeth turned to the digidestined and flicked his wrist. This sent a huge gust of wind
that whipped the blanket off the bodies of the digidestined, and their digimon. Still they did not move. At
another flick of his wrist, however, Dlagradeth caused loops of rock to grow up around the digidestined
from the ground and lower themselves onto them, binding them to the ground. His eyes flashed, and he
made the loops tighter still until they cut into their flesh-all except TK. The digidestined woke up
screaming, the digimon crying in pain-and TK leapt to his feet.
Dlagradeth's eyes flashed again, and two humongous stone pillars erupted from the ground,
flanking TK. Tendrils of stone grew from these and grabbed TK. Though the tendrils looked flexible, when
TK tried to escape from them, they felt as solid as stone.
Dlagradeth flicked his wrist once more, so the ground where the digidestined were bound to
moved, as to form a circle around TK. Once this circle was made, the ground rose into slabs, so it looked
like each digidestined was bound to a table three feet above the ground, in a circle around Takeru, who was
forced to stand by the Tendrils. The digidestined screamed in fear.
"You're right, sister," said Dlagradeth as they screamed. "Torturing them in front of this boy will
be a much better way to unleash his anger than to openly attack him. Well done."
The screaming died down. "You planned this?" said Ken, his voice full of hate. The rest of the
digidestined were looking at her with that same hat in their eyes, even Cody. Mirionel choked back tears,
and looked to Mat, but he avoided her eyes, tears running down his cheeks.
"That's right, fools!" said Dlagradeth. "My sister is no friend of yours. She's a treacherous snake!"
Dlagradeth laughed. The Children continued to stare at Mirionel in hate. Mirionel stood tall, trying to look
evil and imperious, but that wasn't how she felt.
"All right, who to torture first..." said Dlagradeth, looking around the children lying on the stone
slabs. "We should use someone close to him...you!" the skeletal Lord shouted, pointing at Mat. "I can
sense that you're Takeru's brother."
Mat nodded, not looking at Dlagradeth. "That I am."
"Very well," said Dlagradeth, cackling, as he flicked his wrist again and the circle spun to have
Mat facing TK, "Prepare thyself for pain!"
Dlagradeth rose the sword to strike at Mat, and TK was looking away, when Mirionel spoke.
"No!"
Dlagradeth stopped the sword inches from Mat's head and looked back at Mirionel. "What?
Would you like to torture this one? Do you bare him some sort of grudge?"
"No, Dlagradeth," said Mirionel, her voice shaking. "We will not be torturing any of these
children."
Dlagradeth's eyes flashed. "And why not, sister?"
"Because I wont let you hurt them. They are-they are my friends." Mat looked up at her in
surprise, and Dlagradeth's eyes burned, flames drifting up out of them.
"I was worried this might happen, sister," he said as the flame that usually stayed only on her hand
spread to cover his skeletal torso and skull also, "You never truly lost your former nature, just buried it
within yourself with the power we gave you. But if you must fall so that our brother is restored, so be it."
Mirionel began shaking with fear. "There is no need to fight, brother," she said hoarsely.
"Oh no, sister," said Dlagradeth, "There is every reason to fight."
Dlagradeth opened his mouth wide after that last word, and streaming out of it came tiny snakes
fashioned out of flame. Mirionel screamed and ducked aside as the snakes smashed into a tree behind her
and ripped it apart, then her eyes glowed and she launched two beams of purple haze at her foe.
They smashed into the skull of Dlagradeth, which shuddered under the impact. Dlagradeth rose
into the air to strike at Mirionel from above, using his sword to swing a crescent of flame after her.
Mirionel flapped her wings heavily and quickly took off a moment before the crescent smashed
into the ground and exploded, creating a huge crater. She flew quickly into charge Dlagradeth with her own
purple sword, which was in her hand now, appearing out of thin air.
Dlagradeth cursed soundlessly and sent a huge serpent of flame-much like the tiny snakes of flame
he had sent before-soaring after her. Mirionel closed her eyes as she flew full force into it.
The resulting explosion was gigantic, lighting up the night sky and sending showers of sparks
down to the ground. Mirionel flew on right through it despite the burns, right up to Dlagradeth, who had his
sword ready now, and stuck her sword through his skull.
Dlagradeth pulled the sword out of his head and slashed at Mirionel all in one smooth movement.
Then the horrific sword fight in the sky began.
The digidestined watched in amazement as the two combatants slashed and parried at one another,
though Dlagradeth was clearly the better swordsman. Mirionel's blood rained down upon them as she was
gashed again.
Mirionel gasped as she felt Dlagradeth's cold sword sliding through her shoulder. She would die
soon, and her friends-if they even wanted her as a friend anymore-would die soon afterwards.
She tried to remember-she had been strong enough to defeat Dlagradeth before, when she had
been something better, something more pure, something...A Lightlord!
Mirionel remembered part of her past-she had been a Lightlord, and had fought Dlagradeth before,
and then she had betrayed the light for something...but she remembered that the last time she fought
Dlagradeth, she had used this.
Mirionel's sword dropped from her hands as she began spinning them in the air, and light grew
between them.
"Stop that! Sister, stop that!" Dlagradeth cried, and began hacking at her relentlessly with his
sword, inflicting humongous gashes upon her. Mirionel didn't stop, though. Dlagradeth screamed.
From between Mirionel's hands came a huge beam of light, one that ripped into Dlagradeth and
beyond, consuming the flames that surrounded him and shattering his bones. The light shined, outlined
him, then stopped, suddenly. Dlagradeth was gone.
Mirionel felt the pains of her wounds then, as she became to weak to fly and crashed awkwardly to
the ground. The stone that had held the digidestined and their digimon in place melted away, and Mat ran
to catch her as she fell-but was too late. He rushed over to her and held her up, trying not to touch her
wings too much.
"Don't worry, I'll live," Mirionel gasped as the blood poured out of her. "Just watch...friend" she
said as she fell into unconsciousness.
