On Angel Wings
It has been three weeks since that epic battle. I watched Silverangewomon vanish in a puff of silver flame and for just a moment I wondered if she had betrayed me, raising my hopes, just to dash them to the ground.
Then I saw her. She was lying curled up, much the same as the night I first found her, apparently in pain.
I rushed to kneel at her side, turning her gently to face me. Her eyes, silver in the moonlight, stared up at me glazed over with pain and exhaustion. My child, my love, my Angel.
"How...I don't understand?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but broke suddenly into a yawn. I pulled her to my chest and whispered that the explanation could wait. She smiled softly as she cuddled close to me and slipped into a soft sleep. I wrapped my cloak around her and carried her gently back to the castle, carefully shielding her from the wind.
I landed as gently as I could on the stones of the castle, but I still jarred her slightly; something slipped from her limp hand and tinkled as it hit the stones. I knelt and carefully retrieved it. It was my memory crystal. It was no longer a faded violet, it shone with a brilliant silver fire.
I raised it cautiously to my eyes, having never seen one that color; as I gazed into it I felt a wave of emotions that were not my own flood over my senses.
Indignation...fear...anger...devotion...undying love...it was an overwhelming experience.
I slept with her cuddled next to me in the darkness of my coffin. She never stirred throughout the long day.
It was almost midnight the next night before she awoke. It was hard for me to believe what she told me. My darling Angel was also my enemy, Silverangewomon. Yet looking back, I could see signs that I had missed...the way her eyes struck me...her gentleness...the way she flinched when I called her angel. But no one could have expected it. Jijinka digimon were virtually unheard of.
Yes, that's what she was. A jijinka. A digimon who could also be human. Technically she was not human. She simply had an extra digivolution. A human digivolution.
It was a hard concept to grasp, but in time I have gotten used to it.
Of course there was no question about destroying her.
I could never do it.
There was also no question of us being apart, neither of us could bear that.
There was only the question of how we could get along when we were on opposite sides.
She had an answer even for that. Slowly I began to realize that she was different from any other digimon I had ever met. She was truly on neither side. She would get involved only when there was an unnatural balance present, and then she destroyed the cause of the unbalance. As long as I stayed out of the way of her staff I was safe.
As for the prophecy that she would end my reign of terror, I don't know. Somehow without affecting the way I operate, she has changed things. Her presence somehow encourages growth and striving. Even the data and vaccine digimon in Darkforest are growing stronger. There is no longer a sense of pure terror among the residents of Darkforest. The arrival of myself or my servants is almost always the precursor of a new digivolution. It is interesting to see all the different digivolutions I can spark.
Somehow it does not bother me that I no longer strike terror into the hearts of others. I know it should...but I have been a little preoccupied lately.
I have a new plan for taking over the human world. Silverangewomon wants to help me, even though she does not believe it will succeed, it amuses her to try. She believes that every world has its own natural balance, and no matter how hard I try I cannot overthrow the balance of either world.
Angel on occasion digivolves to Silverangewomon, but the process is painful, and I try to prevent her from doing it.
The first time she did it I thought she would die. Her skin split apart and her ultimate form rose up out of the gore, like an insect shedding a skin that was too tight for it. Dedigivolving is almost as painful, silver fire erupts from her body and burns her flesh away, leaving her human form behind. I have never seen her digivolve from her champion form, but she says it is just as painful.
She believes this digivolution is more painful because her human form is unnatural. It makes sense.
Every day I spend with her, I see more and more that she is the same, regardless of the form she wears. It is true that as Silverangewomon she is more mature than Angel, but most digimon gain wisdom with their digivolutions.
Regardless of her form I love her more every day that goes by.
Occasionally she makes short trips outside the forest. I don't know for sure what she does, but I think she may be destroying the prosperity of the digital world. According to her that prosperity is destroying it.
A few days ago a Chimpmon, the rookie form of Etemon, passed through Darkforest, spreading the tale of a horrible attack that had taken place on primary village. He said the only thing anyone had seen of the attacker was a flash of brilliant silver light. Angel told me that night that the eggs were beginning to hatch again at primary village.
Only a few hours ago I ran into an Ogremon who told me Metal City had been attacked by a flying silver creature. Almost every time a creature comes through Darkforest it brings word of a silver digimon that is wreaking havoc on the world. It seems that Silverangewomon has replaced my reign of terror with one of her own. (She must have memorized that map in Heavenly City.)
It's hard for me to think that my little Angel could be responsible for so much destruction, and yet part of me knows she is.
At the same time there have been less reports of the absolution. The digital world seems to be rising to this new challenge and is healing itself.
It's hard to think of her as the harbinger of destruction, even if she is restoring balance at the same time.
She seems so innocent and wild, incapable of harming anything. Just last night, she came and joined me after I had hunted. Her silver hair fluttered on the wind, flying as if on its own, and fluttering where it chose, some wrapping about her slender form, some stretching as far as it could about her. The look of pure pleasure on her face as she dove through the clouds riding the night wind was unforgettable. She was delectable, and of course I gave chase. It was like a dance through the pure night sky, the starry sky the only witness to our wild love. For just a moment, I could believe we two were the only people in the world.
Chunoangemon and Devimon have stayed with us, although both of us have hinted that it's definitely time for the two of them to be on their own. I think Angel wants Devimon to set up a territory of his own. It would probably do a great deal towards restoring her precious balance.
Something she said makes me think she might have found Piedmon. She's been pretty vague, but I think the digital world is about to hear from him in a major way.
After two years of peace and quiet it's nice to think we might finally have some action around here...
A soft rustle somewhere behind him caught Myotismon's attention, and he set down his pen and turned around. Angel sat up in the four poster bed and grinned sleepily at him. He smiled softly at her.
"What are you doing?"
"Just finishing some writing."
"Oh," she stretched luxuriously and made to get out of bed, but Myotismon rose and came to sit next to her on the bed. She stuck her tongue out at him playfully, he laughed then grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back into the sheets, capturing her mouth in a strong kiss. She giggled squirming for a moment as if she were trying to get away, before giving in to him. He held on, lengthening the kiss, before slowly pulling back to look down at her.
It was still hard for him to believe that he had her back, and this time he intended to do things right. She smiled, then raised a hand and batted playfully at the silver chain suspended from his neck, a little of the cat in her. The silver, tear shaped crystal bounced wildly in midair for a moment before she captured it in one swift move and tugged gently at the chain, pulling him down to kiss her again, he felt himself once again becoming lost in her, his heart soaring to the sky on angel wings.
This chapter concludes 'On Angel Wings'. It has been a difficult story to write and I have tried to keep Myotismon in character, although he has changed a little in this chapter. He is still evil, but now he is happy. I have tried to envision him being truly happy, and hopefully have stayed true to this vision without twisting his character too badly. Some people said the last chapter was a little confusing, parts of it were supposed to be, but not all of it. If it still confuses you, please let me know and I'll see if I can find a way to clarify it. I have read other stories about digimon who turned into humans, but I do not remember if jijinka was the term that was used for them or not. If it isn't, just blow it off to artistic license, I like that term. Any feedback is appreciated.
To the darkness in all our lives, I hope you fly on angel wings-Sylvyr Elf
It has been three weeks since that epic battle. I watched Silverangewomon vanish in a puff of silver flame and for just a moment I wondered if she had betrayed me, raising my hopes, just to dash them to the ground.
Then I saw her. She was lying curled up, much the same as the night I first found her, apparently in pain.
I rushed to kneel at her side, turning her gently to face me. Her eyes, silver in the moonlight, stared up at me glazed over with pain and exhaustion. My child, my love, my Angel.
"How...I don't understand?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but broke suddenly into a yawn. I pulled her to my chest and whispered that the explanation could wait. She smiled softly as she cuddled close to me and slipped into a soft sleep. I wrapped my cloak around her and carried her gently back to the castle, carefully shielding her from the wind.
I landed as gently as I could on the stones of the castle, but I still jarred her slightly; something slipped from her limp hand and tinkled as it hit the stones. I knelt and carefully retrieved it. It was my memory crystal. It was no longer a faded violet, it shone with a brilliant silver fire.
I raised it cautiously to my eyes, having never seen one that color; as I gazed into it I felt a wave of emotions that were not my own flood over my senses.
Indignation...fear...anger...devotion...undying love...it was an overwhelming experience.
I slept with her cuddled next to me in the darkness of my coffin. She never stirred throughout the long day.
It was almost midnight the next night before she awoke. It was hard for me to believe what she told me. My darling Angel was also my enemy, Silverangewomon. Yet looking back, I could see signs that I had missed...the way her eyes struck me...her gentleness...the way she flinched when I called her angel. But no one could have expected it. Jijinka digimon were virtually unheard of.
Yes, that's what she was. A jijinka. A digimon who could also be human. Technically she was not human. She simply had an extra digivolution. A human digivolution.
It was a hard concept to grasp, but in time I have gotten used to it.
Of course there was no question about destroying her.
I could never do it.
There was also no question of us being apart, neither of us could bear that.
There was only the question of how we could get along when we were on opposite sides.
She had an answer even for that. Slowly I began to realize that she was different from any other digimon I had ever met. She was truly on neither side. She would get involved only when there was an unnatural balance present, and then she destroyed the cause of the unbalance. As long as I stayed out of the way of her staff I was safe.
As for the prophecy that she would end my reign of terror, I don't know. Somehow without affecting the way I operate, she has changed things. Her presence somehow encourages growth and striving. Even the data and vaccine digimon in Darkforest are growing stronger. There is no longer a sense of pure terror among the residents of Darkforest. The arrival of myself or my servants is almost always the precursor of a new digivolution. It is interesting to see all the different digivolutions I can spark.
Somehow it does not bother me that I no longer strike terror into the hearts of others. I know it should...but I have been a little preoccupied lately.
I have a new plan for taking over the human world. Silverangewomon wants to help me, even though she does not believe it will succeed, it amuses her to try. She believes that every world has its own natural balance, and no matter how hard I try I cannot overthrow the balance of either world.
Angel on occasion digivolves to Silverangewomon, but the process is painful, and I try to prevent her from doing it.
The first time she did it I thought she would die. Her skin split apart and her ultimate form rose up out of the gore, like an insect shedding a skin that was too tight for it. Dedigivolving is almost as painful, silver fire erupts from her body and burns her flesh away, leaving her human form behind. I have never seen her digivolve from her champion form, but she says it is just as painful.
She believes this digivolution is more painful because her human form is unnatural. It makes sense.
Every day I spend with her, I see more and more that she is the same, regardless of the form she wears. It is true that as Silverangewomon she is more mature than Angel, but most digimon gain wisdom with their digivolutions.
Regardless of her form I love her more every day that goes by.
Occasionally she makes short trips outside the forest. I don't know for sure what she does, but I think she may be destroying the prosperity of the digital world. According to her that prosperity is destroying it.
A few days ago a Chimpmon, the rookie form of Etemon, passed through Darkforest, spreading the tale of a horrible attack that had taken place on primary village. He said the only thing anyone had seen of the attacker was a flash of brilliant silver light. Angel told me that night that the eggs were beginning to hatch again at primary village.
Only a few hours ago I ran into an Ogremon who told me Metal City had been attacked by a flying silver creature. Almost every time a creature comes through Darkforest it brings word of a silver digimon that is wreaking havoc on the world. It seems that Silverangewomon has replaced my reign of terror with one of her own. (She must have memorized that map in Heavenly City.)
It's hard for me to think that my little Angel could be responsible for so much destruction, and yet part of me knows she is.
At the same time there have been less reports of the absolution. The digital world seems to be rising to this new challenge and is healing itself.
It's hard to think of her as the harbinger of destruction, even if she is restoring balance at the same time.
She seems so innocent and wild, incapable of harming anything. Just last night, she came and joined me after I had hunted. Her silver hair fluttered on the wind, flying as if on its own, and fluttering where it chose, some wrapping about her slender form, some stretching as far as it could about her. The look of pure pleasure on her face as she dove through the clouds riding the night wind was unforgettable. She was delectable, and of course I gave chase. It was like a dance through the pure night sky, the starry sky the only witness to our wild love. For just a moment, I could believe we two were the only people in the world.
Chunoangemon and Devimon have stayed with us, although both of us have hinted that it's definitely time for the two of them to be on their own. I think Angel wants Devimon to set up a territory of his own. It would probably do a great deal towards restoring her precious balance.
Something she said makes me think she might have found Piedmon. She's been pretty vague, but I think the digital world is about to hear from him in a major way.
After two years of peace and quiet it's nice to think we might finally have some action around here...
A soft rustle somewhere behind him caught Myotismon's attention, and he set down his pen and turned around. Angel sat up in the four poster bed and grinned sleepily at him. He smiled softly at her.
"What are you doing?"
"Just finishing some writing."
"Oh," she stretched luxuriously and made to get out of bed, but Myotismon rose and came to sit next to her on the bed. She stuck her tongue out at him playfully, he laughed then grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back into the sheets, capturing her mouth in a strong kiss. She giggled squirming for a moment as if she were trying to get away, before giving in to him. He held on, lengthening the kiss, before slowly pulling back to look down at her.
It was still hard for him to believe that he had her back, and this time he intended to do things right. She smiled, then raised a hand and batted playfully at the silver chain suspended from his neck, a little of the cat in her. The silver, tear shaped crystal bounced wildly in midair for a moment before she captured it in one swift move and tugged gently at the chain, pulling him down to kiss her again, he felt himself once again becoming lost in her, his heart soaring to the sky on angel wings.
This chapter concludes 'On Angel Wings'. It has been a difficult story to write and I have tried to keep Myotismon in character, although he has changed a little in this chapter. He is still evil, but now he is happy. I have tried to envision him being truly happy, and hopefully have stayed true to this vision without twisting his character too badly. Some people said the last chapter was a little confusing, parts of it were supposed to be, but not all of it. If it still confuses you, please let me know and I'll see if I can find a way to clarify it. I have read other stories about digimon who turned into humans, but I do not remember if jijinka was the term that was used for them or not. If it isn't, just blow it off to artistic license, I like that term. Any feedback is appreciated.
To the darkness in all our lives, I hope you fly on angel wings-Sylvyr Elf