I never intended for a villain to be in this fic, but since
Machinedramon beat me in a bet, I have to. That's going to influence the
entire fic. I don't like it, but review if you do. Also, a majority of
readers understand English, and use American terms for Digimon. That's why
I write in English, and use American terms.
Chapter 10 – The Demon Rider's sorrows…
A digital field appeared high in the sky that night. As the fog formed, an angelic man appeared. This Angemon had a reason for coming. Ever since that one Digi-gnome opened the way between the two worlds again, Digimon have come to visit the real world, and tell the others about it. A little less than a year ago, something in the real world caused them to never return. Angemon came to find out what it was. In the darkness of the night, he saw a winged figure approach him. He recognized the feared Mega in an instant. It was Beelzemon.
"B-B-B-B-B-Beelzemon? What are you doing here?"
The Mega simply pointed his shotgun at the angel Digimon. He fired, destroying the Digimon. He absorbed his data, growing stronger off it and learning a couple new attacks. Then he flew off toward one of his hangouts…
"Hey Charlie! Who the heck is that????" A biker asked.
"He's a regular ever since October of last year. He's only dangerous if you ask him certain questions." The bartender answered him.
Beelzemon was in his normal, non-winged form drinking at the bar. There were a few parts of Japan where American tourists and the like spent there time enough to resemble the States, and this was one of them. Beelzemon quietly drank a beer, seeming to be upset by something.
"Hey Charlie! How much would you bet that I could drink that skinny guy under the table?" A large biker asked.
"I'd bet against you Jack. He's pretty skinny, but he can easily out drink everyone here and still be sober."
"WHAT??? How could he? Those belts of his are pulled too tight for one thing…"
"Maybe, but he drinks more than you every time he comes. Plus he doesn't put it on his tab. One problem though…"
"What?"
"HEY BEELZEMON!!!"
"What?" Beelzemon answers the bartender.
"HOW MANY???"
"Twenty."
"THAT MANY TONIGHT????"
"No, this week."
"Oh… Thanks."
"Whatever…"
"What was that about?" Jack asked.
"He's a pretty nasty character. He's in some kind of homicidal depression. When I ask him how many, that's how many creatures he's killed since I last asked. He says it's mostly stray animals, but I'm not sure."
"HE'D TELL YOU THESE THINGS????"
"Usually, he's too busy trying to drown some sorrows of his to truly notice. Also, NEVER ask certain questions."
"Like what?"
Charlie pulls out a list from under the bar, and hands it to Jack. Jack is surprised by the size of it.
"Let's see… 'Never ask about his tail, his problems, his motorcycle, his helmet, what he's been up to…' Charlie, this list goes on a while."
"I know."
They watch a woman in somewhat revealing clothes walk over to Beelzemon.
"Hey cutie, are you interested?"
Beelzemon quickly grabs one of his shotguns, and points it at the hookers face.
"Ask me again, and I'll kill you."
The woman runs off screaming. Then Charlie takes the list, and begins writing something at the bottom as Beelzemon leaves the bar…
Beelzemon begins to think about some things that have happened in the past as he drives through the city.
'Ai. Mako. Why did you have to leave me here alone? I was with you in that car when it crashed, but I'm the only one that survived. Why? Because I was too short to wind up getting my head knocked off by that loose I-beam in the truck. If only I was Beelzemon then, instead of Impmon.'
Beelzemon slams his fist onto Behemoth.
'WHY????'
Beelzemon then begins to think more.
'Ever since then, I've been making myself stronger, so I don't lose anyone again, but I don't have anyone, do I? You were all I truly had. Most people and Digimon would have either thought of or committed suicide by now, right? Not me… I had to go on killing sprees. WHY????? IS THIS JUST SOMETHING THAT BEELZEMON FEELS????? OR IS IT ONLY ME?????? WOULD IT MATTER IF I WERE IMPMON, OR ANOTHER DIGIMON, LIKE THAT PINEAPPLE HEAD GUILMON???????????? WOULD IT????????????'
Beelzemon launches a 'Hand of Fate' attack on a store as he passes it to vent off some anger.
'Come to think of it, how long has it been since I've seen Pineapple head? A few years, right? I wonder if he still lives in the Digital world, or if he's learned that the balance between the two has shifted enough to let us stay? What about Jeri? Has she really forgiven me for what I did to Leomon? I can't even get his data out of me, no matter how many Digimon I absorb the data of. WHY????????? Maybe I should pay them a 'visit'. The data from Gallantmon and the others would really help me out.'
Beelzemon drives on, continuing to think over his problems…
Machinedramon, if they don't like this, you're officially out of the poker group.
Chapter 10 – The Demon Rider's sorrows…
A digital field appeared high in the sky that night. As the fog formed, an angelic man appeared. This Angemon had a reason for coming. Ever since that one Digi-gnome opened the way between the two worlds again, Digimon have come to visit the real world, and tell the others about it. A little less than a year ago, something in the real world caused them to never return. Angemon came to find out what it was. In the darkness of the night, he saw a winged figure approach him. He recognized the feared Mega in an instant. It was Beelzemon.
"B-B-B-B-B-Beelzemon? What are you doing here?"
The Mega simply pointed his shotgun at the angel Digimon. He fired, destroying the Digimon. He absorbed his data, growing stronger off it and learning a couple new attacks. Then he flew off toward one of his hangouts…
"Hey Charlie! Who the heck is that????" A biker asked.
"He's a regular ever since October of last year. He's only dangerous if you ask him certain questions." The bartender answered him.
Beelzemon was in his normal, non-winged form drinking at the bar. There were a few parts of Japan where American tourists and the like spent there time enough to resemble the States, and this was one of them. Beelzemon quietly drank a beer, seeming to be upset by something.
"Hey Charlie! How much would you bet that I could drink that skinny guy under the table?" A large biker asked.
"I'd bet against you Jack. He's pretty skinny, but he can easily out drink everyone here and still be sober."
"WHAT??? How could he? Those belts of his are pulled too tight for one thing…"
"Maybe, but he drinks more than you every time he comes. Plus he doesn't put it on his tab. One problem though…"
"What?"
"HEY BEELZEMON!!!"
"What?" Beelzemon answers the bartender.
"HOW MANY???"
"Twenty."
"THAT MANY TONIGHT????"
"No, this week."
"Oh… Thanks."
"Whatever…"
"What was that about?" Jack asked.
"He's a pretty nasty character. He's in some kind of homicidal depression. When I ask him how many, that's how many creatures he's killed since I last asked. He says it's mostly stray animals, but I'm not sure."
"HE'D TELL YOU THESE THINGS????"
"Usually, he's too busy trying to drown some sorrows of his to truly notice. Also, NEVER ask certain questions."
"Like what?"
Charlie pulls out a list from under the bar, and hands it to Jack. Jack is surprised by the size of it.
"Let's see… 'Never ask about his tail, his problems, his motorcycle, his helmet, what he's been up to…' Charlie, this list goes on a while."
"I know."
They watch a woman in somewhat revealing clothes walk over to Beelzemon.
"Hey cutie, are you interested?"
Beelzemon quickly grabs one of his shotguns, and points it at the hookers face.
"Ask me again, and I'll kill you."
The woman runs off screaming. Then Charlie takes the list, and begins writing something at the bottom as Beelzemon leaves the bar…
Beelzemon begins to think about some things that have happened in the past as he drives through the city.
'Ai. Mako. Why did you have to leave me here alone? I was with you in that car when it crashed, but I'm the only one that survived. Why? Because I was too short to wind up getting my head knocked off by that loose I-beam in the truck. If only I was Beelzemon then, instead of Impmon.'
Beelzemon slams his fist onto Behemoth.
'WHY????'
Beelzemon then begins to think more.
'Ever since then, I've been making myself stronger, so I don't lose anyone again, but I don't have anyone, do I? You were all I truly had. Most people and Digimon would have either thought of or committed suicide by now, right? Not me… I had to go on killing sprees. WHY????? IS THIS JUST SOMETHING THAT BEELZEMON FEELS????? OR IS IT ONLY ME?????? WOULD IT MATTER IF I WERE IMPMON, OR ANOTHER DIGIMON, LIKE THAT PINEAPPLE HEAD GUILMON???????????? WOULD IT????????????'
Beelzemon launches a 'Hand of Fate' attack on a store as he passes it to vent off some anger.
'Come to think of it, how long has it been since I've seen Pineapple head? A few years, right? I wonder if he still lives in the Digital world, or if he's learned that the balance between the two has shifted enough to let us stay? What about Jeri? Has she really forgiven me for what I did to Leomon? I can't even get his data out of me, no matter how many Digimon I absorb the data of. WHY????????? Maybe I should pay them a 'visit'. The data from Gallantmon and the others would really help me out.'
Beelzemon drives on, continuing to think over his problems…
Machinedramon, if they don't like this, you're officially out of the poker group.