A/N: A HUGE thank you to Kyer, Sabrina Black, Jonah James Jamison, Shadow Rider, and Jes for saying all those positive things about my fanfic, and extremely special thanks to Kyer for asking about Wiz in ETRM, without that review chapter 16 would have been boring and I would have never started this. I think I'll make this an angst fic too. Too bad there isn't a third genre. There's drama, there's action, and there's angst. I like my new writing style. I ought to do Wizardmon angst fics more often. This next part doesn't concern my fic, but all the fics out there in general. Sometimes the best fanfiction can have no reviews at all. Life is good, especially when it's in cereal form. Enough about me being like Confucius and now I'll be, like, the author.
Chapter 2: The Wrath of the Magical Sword
Necromamon was now a lifetime slave for Myotismon, and it was because he was a virus. If any of them knew about the vaccine within, he would surely be destroyed. He knew about what being a slave was like because he had worked for the vampire demon when he was Wizardmon. Now he was Necromamon, an ultimate, so things would change. Punishments would be harsher, tasks would be harder, and Myotismon wasn't going to be as easy on him as when he was merely a champion.
How the dark sorcerer longed to be Wizardmon on the outside again as he was introduced to the battlefield outside, where he had to fight and accommodate more territory lest he be locked away without food or drink. He looked around the vast digital forest on Server and thought he saw something in the bushes. He grabbed his staff and ran swiftly towards the source with hardly a sound.
Nothing had shown up. The sorcerer slipped through the thick trees, as silent as a cat. He still wished he could be Wizardmon again, despite the fact that Necromamon was able to sneak around places silent enough so he couldn't get caught.
There was a short rustling and a heavy breathing noise behind him. Quickly— Necromamon turned around. He found himself staring into a vast darkness. That was when a pair of eyes appeared, all red and glowing. Heavy breathing was heard as a warm gust of breath came from the darkness.
"RRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" The ear-splitting screech of Blossomon shattered the silence as the huge flower digimon stormed out from behind the trees, carrying a multitude of endless tangled vines and its small flowers.
The dark sorcerer knew that the flower digimon was trying to protect its territory, and he decided to save himself by running away as quickly as possible. Necromamon grabbed his staff and started running through the forest until his feet were sore and swollen, looking behind him to see that the Blossomon was still chasing him.
If I were still Wizardmon he wouldn't be chasing me, he thought to himself as he started running even faster, using his staff to blast vines and rocks to bits and trying to hit Blossomon.
Suddenly he looked behind himself and tripped over a root. The usually well-balanced dark sorcerer fell to the ground and nearly bent his staff even more. The flower digimon was right behind him, looking at him hungrily with his sinister eyes and drooling.
"Please, just go away," said Necromamon weakly.
Blossomon screeched, ready to devour his dinner. He extended one long, green vine and grabbed his leg. Necromamon was pulled back, grabbing onto tree roots and accidentally ripping his robes. He grabbed his staff and decided that he didn't care whether or not he would claim more territory but just to save himself.
"DARK SPELL!" The sorcerer pointed his staff right at Blossomon's vine, which snapped right apart and freed him just long enough for him to stand up.
Blossomon screeched and threw pollen right at Necromamon, getting it in his eyes so he couldn't see and in his way.
The sorcerer tried again, this time right at the flower itself. "DARK SPELL!" It flew right at Blossomon and forced him back. He just had to get Blossomon out of the way and teach him a lesson that was good enough so he'd leave all Necromamons alone. He had done that when he was Wizardmon, and all his enemies, with the exception of one, had let him be. "Leave, Blossomon," he said. "BLACK THUNDER!" A huge ball of black thunder shot out at the flower and made him crash to the ground. There was a high screech of agony before the dark sorcerer witnessed Blossomon disintegrating right in front of his own eyes.
"Oh my God," he gasped, stepping away from the place where the innocent digimon fell. There was still the mark it had left when it landed. "What have I done?" His hands started shaking. He dropped his staff, which hit the ground. A profound silence fell upon the forest. "I've killed an innocent digimon who was trying to protect its territory," he said to no one.
This can't be true, he thought. I don't know my own strength as an ultimate, and I've used it to destroy someone who was completely innocent. Look at me, trapped in this body. I need to be Wizardmon. He would never do such a thing, and I would just make it so they're kept away from me. But this? No. It's terrible, what I've done!
A crystal tear formed in his yellow eye as he knelt down to feel the ground. It rolled down his gray cheek and onto the rocky soil. He scooped up a handful of the soil and wondered if there was any data that could create a new Blossomon.
I must reverse time, back to the beginning. I would go with Erika and Auramon, my brother. I need them here. But do they need me? What will they say? I don't want anyone to reject me, but after how I killed an innocent Blossomon I deserve to be rejected for all eternity.
The soil fell from his hand back onto the ground as he grabbed the staff and miserably headed back to the castle. But before he was nearing the mountains, he was spotted by the Floramons who were living in Blossomon's territory.
"That's the one!" A Floramon pointed a long vine at the dark sorcerer.
"Yes, he killed our leader! Now he must pay!" Four Floramons surrounded Necromamon and started restraining him with his vines. One took his staff away and hurled it to the ground.
"MY STAFF!" The sorcerer tried to break free, but the vines were just too strong.
"You'll lose a lot more than your staff if we catch you around here, punk," said the first Floramon.
"You don't understand," said Necromamon, who was beginning to get mad at these accusations. "I'm innocent!"
The Floramon started throwing pollen at him until he was coughing and telling them to stop.
"Why are you doing this to me?" asked the sorcerer.
"You killed our leader Blossomon," said the plant digimon. "Now you must pay for your actions before things get ugly."
"It was an ACCIDENT!" shouted Necromamon, trying even harder to break free from the grip of the vines. "I didn't know my own strength! You have to believe me! I didn't mean to and… just understand me!"
"Hey, I think he works for Myotismon," said one of the Blossomon. "That's why he's destroying our leader."
"No, it was nothing like that," said Necromamon. "I don't want to work for him! He's a demon! He forced me into doing that and made me dark digivolve! And now I'm a vaccine trapped in the body of a virus."
"LIAR!!! LIAR!!!" all the plant digimon shouted, pelting poor Necromamon with pollen until he let them whip him and spray him with pollen. Finally, all the digimon disappeared.
The sorcerer, being extremely weak, leaned on his staff for support and began the arduous climb up Belial Mountain, the mountain where Myotismon's castle was. Finally, he reached a straw bed in the slave quarters and lay down on it, exhausted.
They didn't see through me, he thought. I know that if I had done the same thing as Wizardmon they'd let me go. Why don't they understand? Why the hell don't they understand? What if they choose not to understand, and all they see is a nasty Necromamon? If only the souls were seen. Then I'd be a Wizardmon or an Incantemon inside. Or what if I have the soul of a Necromamon that just hasn't gone through proper training? What if I had meant to kill the Blossomon? He hadn't. I don't want to fight, but why is it I always find myself getting into them? I'm the one who should have been reconfigured.
"You have performed your task well, Necromamon. You have been truly underrated as an evil digimon," said Myotismon.
Necromamon looked at the stone floor in shame. He had destroyed an innocent Blossomon and now his master was praising him for it? Because he was… evil? When he was never meant to be. The Bakemon had taken him there earlier. He was wondering why he was there. If he had any luck he would be free or given a potion to de-digivolve. But the only thing that was close to potion in that room was that glass of dark red blood that the vampire demon was holding. There he was, on some throne, ready to praise him for doing an evil deed.
I was never meant to be, thought the sorcerer. Wizardmon would never be underrated as an evil digimon. If anything, I should be overrated as an evil digimon. Why is it no one understands?
"I knew the potion was good for something," continued the vampire. "Wizardmon would never be loyal enough to destroy the digimon that possesses the territory." He sipped the blood.
I am Wizardmon, thought Necromamon. What the hell am I, different?
"That Blossomon was innocent," the sorcerer spoke up. "And I destroyed it." His voice became choked up.
"Excellent," said Myotismon.
"I don't destroy anything," said Necromamon. "I can't destroy innocent lives." A tear started forming in his eye. "And tortured for it being a complete accident as well."
"Accident or not, it's a good mark on your record," said Myotismon, taking another sip of the blood.
That made Necromamon furious. He wasn't supposed to be spoken to like that, as if that accident hadn't done anything at all. And being praised for destroying innocent digimon as well.
"A good mark on my record? A good mark on my record?! You are the most insensitive, selfish, and above all, evil being I've ever known in my life! I tell you, I may look like a virus digimon, but my soul is still a data, possibly now a vaccine. You may be handsome on the outside, but your soul is the ugliest thing imaginable!"
Of course, Myotismon had a different reaction than what the sorcerer had expected. He glared at him with icy blue eyes and then gave a half-smile that revealed his white fangs. He had a plan. "You will serve me," he said to Necromamon. "Forever, until the day you are reconfigured. And seeing your attitude, that day is very soon indeed." He finished the blood.
"I'd rather get reconfigured than spend another day in this hellhole," said the sorcerer, brandishing his staff.
"I see you'd rather fight me to the death instead of withering away in the prison," said the vampire demon.
"Anything where I know you'll get a feeling of how it's like for me when I fight! DARK SPELL!" A huge blast of dark energy shot out of Necromamon's staff right at Myotismon, who escaped the blast just in time.
"You wish to get reconfigured? Prepare to die. GRISLY WING!" The vampire demon sent out his millions of bats on the sorcerer, who tried to keep them away with his Dark Spell.
"Mere flying rodents won't stop me," said Necromamon as his robes were getting torn apart and he was trying to get rid of all the bats. "I won't die until after I see you die! DIE! BLACK THUNDER!" He sent that one right out at Myotismon. It was a direct hit, and he crashed to the floor. "Change me back to Wizardmon now, or you will die," he threatened.
"Never," said Myotismon, struggling to stand up and teach the rebel a lesson he'd never forget. "I've never liked you as Wizardmon, and I'm never going to like you as Necromamon, either!" He stood up and produced a bolt of lightning, and then started advancing on the innocent dark sorcerer. "You will obey my orders, slave!"
The sorcerer held out his glowing staff, ready to attack again. "I will never follow your orders as long as I live!"
"So be it," said the vampire demon. "CRIMSON LIGHTNING!"
Necromamon didn't have time to escape the blast, and all he could do was shield himself with his hands. Suddenly, a searing pain was felt on his face as the lightning hit him there. He was shocked on his back and his legs so he couldn't move. His staff was hit and stopped glowing. He felt a small stream of something warm and wet running down his face as he realized the lightning had cut him and he was starting to bleed. He held his hand up to the side of his face, took it away, and saw that it was covered with very dark red blood.
"You will serve me, Necromamon," said Myotismon.
This time, the sorcerer decided he would never serve the demon as long as he lived. "Never," he said. "I'd rather die." He hung his head. "Some day I will defeat you."
Necromamon found himself locked in the farthest-away dungeon where many of the lowest slaves were kept. He was extremely angry and sad at the same time. As he laid on the hard mat of straw that covered a bit of the floor, he saw some clouds outside the window. They all seemed to look just like Gatomon and Auramon and Erika… and himself. As Wizardmon.
What did I do to deserve this? he thought. I left for good, not evil. I know this was for revenge. He saw his reflection in a very dusty mirror. A deep cut had run down the side of his face. It would be a scar for life, as a memory from a dark past.
Meanwhile, in the dark throne room, the evil vampire demon was plotting how to get rid of the innocent dark sorcerer.
"No one dares defy me and gets away with it," he said to Demidevimon.
"What do you want me to do, boss?" asked the little imp, flying around. "I think I know what you want me to do. How about we let him die!"
"I know his secret," said Myotismon. "He isn't a virus. I know he's a Wizardmon within. Keep him alive. I love to watch them suffer."
"Then how about we torture him until he acts like a virus," suggested Demidevimon.
An evil grin spread across the vampire demon's face. "Yes, yes…" he said ominously. He strode over to the window, where it was night in the digital world. The sky was black and there were small lights twinkling on the ground below. He looked over the digital world. "Those digital fools," he said to the outside. "You pathetic digimon won't know a thing. When Necromamon destroys you all, you will bow to me! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Necromamon awoke the next day to the loud banging sound of metal against metal. Also, the windows had been covered by stone, so the sorcerer couldn't tell the difference between the deep darkness of the night and the darkness of the castle. He drowsily looked at the door, which was wide open.
"Who is it?" he asked, starting to wake up competely. "Who's here?"
"Locking you up here is of no use. You will remain disloyal to me until you die," said Myotismon's voice. Necromamon saw that Myotismon had released him from the cell. "You must be made loyal."
"I wish to remain disloyal and in the prison," said the sorcerer firmly.
"Loyalty can give you your freedom," said the vampire.
"I don't need to be loyal to you," said the dark socrerer, taking his staff. "I can escape. BLACK THUNDER!!" He tried to blast a hole in the prison wall. The lightning flew right at the wall with a huge explosion, as big chunks of stone flew out from where the attack hit. He shielded his face as dust blew out as well. After the dust cleared, he saw just more wall. The sorcerer hung his head down in dissatisfaction.
"As you see, there is no escape," said Myotismon, grabbing Necromamon by the wrist and dragging him out of the prison. "Serving me will result in your freedom."
"Change me back," said Necromamon firmly, escaping Myotismon's firm grip.
"It's impossible to change you back," replied Myotismon, grinning evilly. "I'm afraid you'll remain a Necromamon for life."
"Change me back, dammit," said Necromamon. "CHANGE ME BACK!!!!"
"I, the all-powerful ultimate Myotismon, follow a SLAVE'S orders? Seeing you suffer in that form is so delicious." The vampire demon grabbed Necromamon's staff, which started to glow a red color. "I see you're powerless without your staff. Seeing that you are, I must destroy it."
Not the staff, thought Necromamon. Not the staff! "NOT THE STAFF! MAGICAL SWORD!!" He took out his sword and brandished it. A beam of dark light shot out and hit Myotismon, making him fall to the ground and let go of the staff. Necromamon pointed his sword at Myotismon's face and stared at him. "Change me back or your oh-so handsome face will be scarred for life."
"Is this a threat?" asked the vampire demon, not sounding worried about it.
"This is a threat," replied the dark sorcerer. He held brought the sword forward until the sword's sharp point was less than an inch from the evil digimon's face. "Change me back or feel the pain you have given your henchmen." And then he realized that he was a good digimon and couldn't be this intimidating. He started to put the sword down, which was a mistake.
"You are a foolish digimon to let your guard down like that," said Myotismon, preparing to attack. "NIGHTMARE CLAW!" The dark energy in the claw shape flew out at Necromamon, who leapt out of the way just in time. Then the dark sorcerer tried to attack the Nightmare Claw with his sword. It was slashed right in half.
"Attack me again and this time YOU'LL be the one slashed in half," said Necromamon, holding the tip of the sword right in front of the vampire demon's face. "I'll slash you so good they won't be able to put you back together."
"I do not take that as a threat," said Myotismon. "You'll have to do better than that, Necromamon."
"RRRRRRR!" Necromamon got enraged. He got so enraged he took his sword and slashed as quickly as possible to show Myotismon he should be taking his threats more seriously. He was seeing so much red he didn't exactly see what was being slashed. He heard the metal-against-metal of the sword slashing the prison bars, and then the sword scratching the floor. Then he came to his senses and stopped the slashing of the sword. "That is a threat. Seeing that the sword can cut through a prison bar that well imagine what it can do to a digimon like you."
"GRISLY WING!" Myotismon unleashed all his bats on the sorcerer, who tried to cut them apart as well with his sword. As he heard high-pitched cries of agony as the bats were slashed apart and broken into pieces of data, the dark sorcerer heard the sounds of ripping cloth and more metal-against-metal.
Necromamon caught his breath as he saw that all the bats were gone and how his sword had won the battle for him. And suddenly he saw more than just bars cut in half and deep scratches on the stone that would be there forever. In the midst of all the confusion, he had accidentally torn Myotismon's blue outfit and his gloves. There were more slash marks in it than on the stone walls, so many it only looked like thin strips of blue cloth. His pale skeleton-like body and hands were showing underneath. Necromamon knew he would die for this as he saw this interesting sight.
"My— Myotismon," stammered Necromamon. "Your— it's all— it's been slashed!" He looked at his sword and saw blue threads on it.
The vampire demon glared at the sorcerer, then covered himself up with his cape. "Prepare to die," he said to Necromamon.
"Finally, the agony of being a virus will be over," said Necromamon. "Death will be… the only way… to escape the pain of staying a virus."
Hearing this, Myotismon had a different plan for the dark sorcerer who slashed his outfit apart and defied him, and above all, claimed to be a vaccine beneath. One that would involve the other digimon. He pulled his cape even tighter around himself as Necromamon stared at the scratched-up floor below his grayish feet and dark robes. A tear flowed down from the dark sorcerer's eyes, fell onto the floor, and trickled into a crack.
To be continued…
