Death Alone Cannot Part Us
Part 7: Revelation
PG 13+
Kari's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, or any of it's respective characters. It belongs to those people at fox kids and. that other place who's name escapes me. for the moment. I do, however, own Hademon and Wraithmon.
A/N: To all my highly valued readers: I PROFUSELEY appologise for the total lack of updates over the past month. I am FORCING myself to type it all up now, thankyou for waiting. And now, because I feel SO much GUILT, a special thanks section, and a dedication, *clears throat* Special thanks go to: Smartguy912, Edmund, linker, Kali Kamiya, nasico, TK lover 1997, DawnRising, Jake Solo 5007, Shadowyukino, Alantie, tigerlily, cristi (lil_orca) and Takerus Lost Angel. Luv and hugs to all - this chap is for you guys ^_^ Luv peace and flying Llamas, Elfeä ---
Kari's POV
As Matt turned and left the room, I ran out in front of him to stop him. He sighed. "Kari, get out of my way. My mind's made up. And you can't change that." I'm pretty sure what I said next wasn't what anyone expected, even, marginally, me. "I'm not trying to stop you. I'm just not letting you go without me." I looked up at him, my eyes fierce. "I want a piece of that bastard too." "Kari!" Tai sounded shocked. I ignored him. "I'm really touched that you two. cared. so much for me. But do you really think it necessary to get yourselves KILLED?" I looked up at the shimmering aura that was TK. "We've done this before. Remember?" "Yeah," Matt stepped in, "Myotismon, Venom Myotismon, Metal Seadramon, Puppetmon, Machinedramon, Peidmon, Apocalymon and Malomoyotismon. We've kicked bigger butts than this one before." He muttered darkly. "Actually, you haven't." A dark voice boomed defiantly. "Who said that?" I whispered to no - one in particular. "Show yourself!" Matt yelled, his voice cracking slightly from fatigue, grief, and stress in his ire. "Fine. But I know you won't like what you see." The same voice retorted.
Upon finishing the sentence, a pitch-black fog filled the room, and I mean pitch black. Then, a smell. The smell of rotting and burning flesh. The mist gathered up, and formed a silhouette. Then two bloodstained ruby-red eyes gleamed through the darkness. Then, a creature stepped through the shadow. A creature so hideously deformed that it churned the stomach. It had a face that had clearly once been beautiful, but now was marred into grotesque deformity. It had obviously been burnt, or melted, and the flesh, long since dead, had started to rot, leaving patches where bone showed through. It's body was much the same, though instead of burns from fire or acid, the skin was dry, and pulled tight as a drum skin. On the odd occasion, bone broke through the skin, showing whitely through the burnt and withered, leather - like skin. He was humanoid, but with a pair of monstrous bat wings sprouting from his shoulders and similar smaller ones from his temples, and a ridge of bony horns sprouting along the vertebrae of his spine. The stench was overpowering. Rotting flesh seems to come with that. "I," said the creature, " a, Hademon, and this is my accursed true form. I, too, once rose up against the Dark Lord Wraithmon. And then, I was a fair creature to behold. But now, here am I, cursed for eternity to live on the edge of the valley of death, forever surrounded by the death and decay of my own body, for I was to live indefinitely."
Suddenly, and despite myself, I was awash with pity. It was one thing to grow old and die naturally, but imagine to reach the dying age, whereupon ever after your body decays around you, and to know you were to suffer that pain for all eternity?
"Then. you are. on our side?" Matt queried, almost reeling from the stench. "No, I am but giving you a warning. I dare not face Wraithmon's wrath again. Use me as your lesson, for my pain, this pain, is naught to what Wraithmon will do to you if you loose - he has hated you, Digidestined child, with more ferocity than the fire of a thousand suns for longer than our two worlds have been limbo." "I'm not afraid. You're a Digimon, so you wouldn't know the pain of loosing a brother. I'm still going to kill Wraithmon." Hademon sighed. "Why must you be so stubborn? Cannot you see the pain I endure? Cannot you see that to face Wraithmon's might is to. to. is to." Hademon raised a skeletal hand to his forehead. "I'm so bad with metaphors." "Look," I said, "I'm really sorry that you weren't tough enough to tackle Wraithmon. But I believe WE are."
"Yeah. I mean, he only managed to kill me." Everyone stared at Tk, uncomprehending. "It doesn't really hurt that much. I mean, I'm not exactly experiencing eternal undeadness, huh?" "Oh." Hademon shook his head. "The blast was meant for the Child of Light." It would have done far worse to her." I trembled as I remembered the blast that TK had saved me from. Hademon turned to me. "What did the blast look like?" His voice was strangely gentle. "Darkness." I replied, shuddering. "See? If the blast had been meant for the Child of Hope, it would have been a blast of the opposite of Hope: Despair. Courage: Cowardice. Friendship: Animosity. Kindness: Cruelty. Sincerity: Deceit. Love: Hate. Knowledge: Stupidity. Reliability: Deviousness. The opposite of your Crests is what you must fear most. For they will destroy you." "But will you help us?" Hademon looked away. "I would, were it not for." "For?" I urged. Hademon looked up. "Fear. I am afraid." He said simply. Matt laughed. "That's all that's holding you back? After what Wraithmon did to you, don't you want revenge? Look at Tk. He's." Here, Matt trailed off, tears in his eyes. He wiped them away defiantly. "Anyway. nothing you can say can change my mind. I'll be more wary, perhaps, but I'm still going to pay Wraithmon back." "Me too." I said, backing Matt up.
Hademon made a face of what must have been meant to be astonishment. "You still want to fight? Then. I will help you." Upon the finishing of that sentence a horrid voice boomed. "Treachery! How dare you betray me, Slave!" A strange and unseen force pinned Hademon to the ground, and he began to writhe in torture. "You yield, slave?" That same terrible voice whispered. "Never!" Was the reply. "Fine then." Hademon screamed, in an agony unknown to those of mortal heritage. "You yield?" "NEVER!"
Then, we were in the hospital no longer. We were in a dark realm only slightly different to the Digiworld.
I have you in my claws now, little ones. As for you, slave, lowly, fetid being, you will pay dearly for this defiance. This game will prove most enjoyable, I think.
A/N: So, what do you think? As ever, reviews are eternally appreciated. And since I'm going through a phase of little homework, the next chap will be up in a few days - possibly by Saturday, or earlier, a week at most. So how did you all like this chap? I changed the style as minimally as I could tolerate - I wrote this so long ago, some things just stick out like a Llama in a High school uniform. But fear not! I promise I'll finish this fic, though it may not get all that long. hm. We'll have to see how long it takes for this storyline to burn itself out. Wee! I'm getting new strings for my guitar soon! Yay. Oh, and just on a musical note : If you like Silverchair (May they live FOREVER), alternative rock, rock , Aussie music (well. Tripple-J broadcast kinda) BUY NEON BALLROOM, and buy it now. I got it almost a week ago, and it is the best cd I've EVER bought. ^_^ Luv peace and flying llamas, Elfeä (The 'Chair appreciator)
Part 7: Revelation
PG 13+
Kari's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, or any of it's respective characters. It belongs to those people at fox kids and. that other place who's name escapes me. for the moment. I do, however, own Hademon and Wraithmon.
A/N: To all my highly valued readers: I PROFUSELEY appologise for the total lack of updates over the past month. I am FORCING myself to type it all up now, thankyou for waiting. And now, because I feel SO much GUILT, a special thanks section, and a dedication, *clears throat* Special thanks go to: Smartguy912, Edmund, linker, Kali Kamiya, nasico, TK lover 1997, DawnRising, Jake Solo 5007, Shadowyukino, Alantie, tigerlily, cristi (lil_orca) and Takerus Lost Angel. Luv and hugs to all - this chap is for you guys ^_^ Luv peace and flying Llamas, Elfeä ---
Kari's POV
As Matt turned and left the room, I ran out in front of him to stop him. He sighed. "Kari, get out of my way. My mind's made up. And you can't change that." I'm pretty sure what I said next wasn't what anyone expected, even, marginally, me. "I'm not trying to stop you. I'm just not letting you go without me." I looked up at him, my eyes fierce. "I want a piece of that bastard too." "Kari!" Tai sounded shocked. I ignored him. "I'm really touched that you two. cared. so much for me. But do you really think it necessary to get yourselves KILLED?" I looked up at the shimmering aura that was TK. "We've done this before. Remember?" "Yeah," Matt stepped in, "Myotismon, Venom Myotismon, Metal Seadramon, Puppetmon, Machinedramon, Peidmon, Apocalymon and Malomoyotismon. We've kicked bigger butts than this one before." He muttered darkly. "Actually, you haven't." A dark voice boomed defiantly. "Who said that?" I whispered to no - one in particular. "Show yourself!" Matt yelled, his voice cracking slightly from fatigue, grief, and stress in his ire. "Fine. But I know you won't like what you see." The same voice retorted.
Upon finishing the sentence, a pitch-black fog filled the room, and I mean pitch black. Then, a smell. The smell of rotting and burning flesh. The mist gathered up, and formed a silhouette. Then two bloodstained ruby-red eyes gleamed through the darkness. Then, a creature stepped through the shadow. A creature so hideously deformed that it churned the stomach. It had a face that had clearly once been beautiful, but now was marred into grotesque deformity. It had obviously been burnt, or melted, and the flesh, long since dead, had started to rot, leaving patches where bone showed through. It's body was much the same, though instead of burns from fire or acid, the skin was dry, and pulled tight as a drum skin. On the odd occasion, bone broke through the skin, showing whitely through the burnt and withered, leather - like skin. He was humanoid, but with a pair of monstrous bat wings sprouting from his shoulders and similar smaller ones from his temples, and a ridge of bony horns sprouting along the vertebrae of his spine. The stench was overpowering. Rotting flesh seems to come with that. "I," said the creature, " a, Hademon, and this is my accursed true form. I, too, once rose up against the Dark Lord Wraithmon. And then, I was a fair creature to behold. But now, here am I, cursed for eternity to live on the edge of the valley of death, forever surrounded by the death and decay of my own body, for I was to live indefinitely."
Suddenly, and despite myself, I was awash with pity. It was one thing to grow old and die naturally, but imagine to reach the dying age, whereupon ever after your body decays around you, and to know you were to suffer that pain for all eternity?
"Then. you are. on our side?" Matt queried, almost reeling from the stench. "No, I am but giving you a warning. I dare not face Wraithmon's wrath again. Use me as your lesson, for my pain, this pain, is naught to what Wraithmon will do to you if you loose - he has hated you, Digidestined child, with more ferocity than the fire of a thousand suns for longer than our two worlds have been limbo." "I'm not afraid. You're a Digimon, so you wouldn't know the pain of loosing a brother. I'm still going to kill Wraithmon." Hademon sighed. "Why must you be so stubborn? Cannot you see the pain I endure? Cannot you see that to face Wraithmon's might is to. to. is to." Hademon raised a skeletal hand to his forehead. "I'm so bad with metaphors." "Look," I said, "I'm really sorry that you weren't tough enough to tackle Wraithmon. But I believe WE are."
"Yeah. I mean, he only managed to kill me." Everyone stared at Tk, uncomprehending. "It doesn't really hurt that much. I mean, I'm not exactly experiencing eternal undeadness, huh?" "Oh." Hademon shook his head. "The blast was meant for the Child of Light." It would have done far worse to her." I trembled as I remembered the blast that TK had saved me from. Hademon turned to me. "What did the blast look like?" His voice was strangely gentle. "Darkness." I replied, shuddering. "See? If the blast had been meant for the Child of Hope, it would have been a blast of the opposite of Hope: Despair. Courage: Cowardice. Friendship: Animosity. Kindness: Cruelty. Sincerity: Deceit. Love: Hate. Knowledge: Stupidity. Reliability: Deviousness. The opposite of your Crests is what you must fear most. For they will destroy you." "But will you help us?" Hademon looked away. "I would, were it not for." "For?" I urged. Hademon looked up. "Fear. I am afraid." He said simply. Matt laughed. "That's all that's holding you back? After what Wraithmon did to you, don't you want revenge? Look at Tk. He's." Here, Matt trailed off, tears in his eyes. He wiped them away defiantly. "Anyway. nothing you can say can change my mind. I'll be more wary, perhaps, but I'm still going to pay Wraithmon back." "Me too." I said, backing Matt up.
Hademon made a face of what must have been meant to be astonishment. "You still want to fight? Then. I will help you." Upon the finishing of that sentence a horrid voice boomed. "Treachery! How dare you betray me, Slave!" A strange and unseen force pinned Hademon to the ground, and he began to writhe in torture. "You yield, slave?" That same terrible voice whispered. "Never!" Was the reply. "Fine then." Hademon screamed, in an agony unknown to those of mortal heritage. "You yield?" "NEVER!"
Then, we were in the hospital no longer. We were in a dark realm only slightly different to the Digiworld.
I have you in my claws now, little ones. As for you, slave, lowly, fetid being, you will pay dearly for this defiance. This game will prove most enjoyable, I think.
A/N: So, what do you think? As ever, reviews are eternally appreciated. And since I'm going through a phase of little homework, the next chap will be up in a few days - possibly by Saturday, or earlier, a week at most. So how did you all like this chap? I changed the style as minimally as I could tolerate - I wrote this so long ago, some things just stick out like a Llama in a High school uniform. But fear not! I promise I'll finish this fic, though it may not get all that long. hm. We'll have to see how long it takes for this storyline to burn itself out. Wee! I'm getting new strings for my guitar soon! Yay. Oh, and just on a musical note : If you like Silverchair (May they live FOREVER), alternative rock, rock , Aussie music (well. Tripple-J broadcast kinda) BUY NEON BALLROOM, and buy it now. I got it almost a week ago, and it is the best cd I've EVER bought. ^_^ Luv peace and flying llamas, Elfeä (The 'Chair appreciator)