Evil Crawls Within
A Digimon fanfic by Bandit O_o
"He who battles with monsters must take care, lest he thus become a monster; and if you gaze too long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." -Friedrich Nieschz
Prologue
Deep within the forests of the Digital world, a large stone monolith lay crumbled, as though in tribute to a long-lost, ancient civilization. However, this remnant of a great empire was also a ruined tool of evil...
Destroyed by its very creator, the once fear-inspiring Control Spire now made a mere ridge in the grass of the forest floor, overgrown with grass, with the black stone peeping through here and there like the spine of a decaying animal. Around it, other Spires lay, all destroyed by Ken and Wormon in one of their first sweeps of the area. Their power gone, their meaning lost, their memory fading from the minds of the Digimon they had once held captive, they seemed to have served their last to the powers of darkness.
That illusion was about to end. What is created in darkness will always be useful to darkness, even in its most shattered state.
Near the spire lay another bit of black, shining through the grass. If one looked closely, it would be clear that this was no spire, but a curved band of metal, engraved with strange symbols and broken in several places. The Dark Ring had been blown off of a trapped Digimon even before the Spires had fallen.
The elements needed for disaster were all present...save one.
That missing element was supplied by Chance, the cruelest villain of them all. A gust of wind fluttered the leaves of the forest trees, and a little whirlwind of dust and dead leaves blew past, passing over the Dark Ring as it went by. From it, a few bits of debris fell, landing around the Ring and the Spire. The leaves and dust settled innocently to the ground.
But a few long, gray-white filaments drifted slowly downwards, to alight on the Ring itself. As they touched it, the evil left in them seemed to recognize the evil traced in the symbols of the Ring, for both began to glow, with a dull white light.
The hairs straightened, and became inflexible...then slowly lifted into the air again. As they did, the Ring suddenly dissolved into glittering light, hovering around them in a cloud. There was a moment of silence, before the now needle-like hairs plunged into the spent rubble that remained of the Spire. The halo of light, still around them, melted into the stone as well.
For a drawn-out second, nothing happened.
Then, the Spire dissolved into a dark cloud of mist. Drifting upward and over the grass that had collapsed into the trench it left, the mist began to spread outward, unrolling long fingers of mist toward the other Spires lying nearby. As it touched them, they too dissolved, adding to the growing fogbank in a rapidly doubling and tripling chain reaction.
A nearby bush rustled, and a pair of large eyes looked out. The Unimon growled softly at this thing spreading through its clearing. It took a step forward to get rid of this nasty stuff.
The mist suddenly shot out a nebulous arm toward the unsuspecting Digimon. The Unimon reared up in surprise and alarm, just as the mist plunged into its chest. The scene froze, a marker of the beginning of torment and fear.
Then the arm was absorbed into the Digimon, who fell to its knees as though its legs had buckled. Shaking and shivering as though fighting something internally, it quaked there in the long grass...and then, gradually, stilled.
Lurching to its feet, it lifted its head. Its eyes, once clear and blue, were clouded with roiling darkness. Giving a low growl, it shambled off into the forest.
The mist continued to spread. Mindless, heartless, it would not be stopped. Spawned by a chance meeting of evil old and new, programmed to destroy and twist everything in its path, it had been set loose by random fate, and was destined to shake the worlds to their foundations...
But it would have to go through the worlds' guardians first.
A Digimon fanfic by Bandit O_o
"He who battles with monsters must take care, lest he thus become a monster; and if you gaze too long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." -Friedrich Nieschz
Prologue
Deep within the forests of the Digital world, a large stone monolith lay crumbled, as though in tribute to a long-lost, ancient civilization. However, this remnant of a great empire was also a ruined tool of evil...
Destroyed by its very creator, the once fear-inspiring Control Spire now made a mere ridge in the grass of the forest floor, overgrown with grass, with the black stone peeping through here and there like the spine of a decaying animal. Around it, other Spires lay, all destroyed by Ken and Wormon in one of their first sweeps of the area. Their power gone, their meaning lost, their memory fading from the minds of the Digimon they had once held captive, they seemed to have served their last to the powers of darkness.
That illusion was about to end. What is created in darkness will always be useful to darkness, even in its most shattered state.
Near the spire lay another bit of black, shining through the grass. If one looked closely, it would be clear that this was no spire, but a curved band of metal, engraved with strange symbols and broken in several places. The Dark Ring had been blown off of a trapped Digimon even before the Spires had fallen.
The elements needed for disaster were all present...save one.
That missing element was supplied by Chance, the cruelest villain of them all. A gust of wind fluttered the leaves of the forest trees, and a little whirlwind of dust and dead leaves blew past, passing over the Dark Ring as it went by. From it, a few bits of debris fell, landing around the Ring and the Spire. The leaves and dust settled innocently to the ground.
But a few long, gray-white filaments drifted slowly downwards, to alight on the Ring itself. As they touched it, the evil left in them seemed to recognize the evil traced in the symbols of the Ring, for both began to glow, with a dull white light.
The hairs straightened, and became inflexible...then slowly lifted into the air again. As they did, the Ring suddenly dissolved into glittering light, hovering around them in a cloud. There was a moment of silence, before the now needle-like hairs plunged into the spent rubble that remained of the Spire. The halo of light, still around them, melted into the stone as well.
For a drawn-out second, nothing happened.
Then, the Spire dissolved into a dark cloud of mist. Drifting upward and over the grass that had collapsed into the trench it left, the mist began to spread outward, unrolling long fingers of mist toward the other Spires lying nearby. As it touched them, they too dissolved, adding to the growing fogbank in a rapidly doubling and tripling chain reaction.
A nearby bush rustled, and a pair of large eyes looked out. The Unimon growled softly at this thing spreading through its clearing. It took a step forward to get rid of this nasty stuff.
The mist suddenly shot out a nebulous arm toward the unsuspecting Digimon. The Unimon reared up in surprise and alarm, just as the mist plunged into its chest. The scene froze, a marker of the beginning of torment and fear.
Then the arm was absorbed into the Digimon, who fell to its knees as though its legs had buckled. Shaking and shivering as though fighting something internally, it quaked there in the long grass...and then, gradually, stilled.
Lurching to its feet, it lifted its head. Its eyes, once clear and blue, were clouded with roiling darkness. Giving a low growl, it shambled off into the forest.
The mist continued to spread. Mindless, heartless, it would not be stopped. Spawned by a chance meeting of evil old and new, programmed to destroy and twist everything in its path, it had been set loose by random fate, and was destined to shake the worlds to their foundations...
But it would have to go through the worlds' guardians first.