Chapter Four

Arrival of Apocalypmon

I had finally awoken to a starry night sky. I urged my bruising body to stand up as I looked at my surroundings. Completely surrounded by stars. It was as if I was floating in space... only I wasn't floating. Quickly, I searched for my stave. It was gone. I had lost it in Dark Angemon's attack during my fight. The crystal must have been gone, too. If both items were gone, then I couldn't digivolve to my Ultimate form.

Slowly, I collapsed to my knees and began crying. Nothing was left to do. I had helped in the death of my friend. I had: no power, no strength, I was lost, and anytime now I would be killed.

"Hello?" My voice echoed off of the dead silence. I had no use but to walk.

I walked for ages. I walked until my legs quivered with every stumbling step. I walked until my feet cracked and my back slumped forward in a crouch. I wish I had my stave now. I had walked until I came into a large, gold cube. In a flash of light, it jeered forward and knocked my useless body into the ground. Large claws dangled from small compartments on all sides of the box. It had grew in the comotion. Atop it sat two figures. One of them had a black cape on with a large black mask over his face only revealing his piercing yellow eyes. Apocalypmon. If he was here, then Dark Angemon must've been the one standing next to him.

"Our pawn has come to see the grand master." Apocalypmon's voice echoed from all directions. "He has yet to realize what his true purpose in life was. Wizardmon... he was originally made as one of my Dark Soldiers. He was the one with the ability to digivolve into four different elemental types. I've already seen Water. Fire, Earth, and Air are left."

He slowly began mumbling to himself. then continued with his speech that boomed over space. " You were the one. I had sent Dark Angemon to retrieve you, but he lost you. I observed you from afar to find out what you would become. I watched as you were rejected from the others at Primary Village until the death of your friend in the City of Devils."

Dark Angemon fluttered from his post next to Apocalypmon. "Hmmm," he smiled. "We could've been the best of friends. There wouldn't have been no one other. I HAD to kill Gekomon. Don't you understand. I had to if there would only be us and Master."

Apocalypmon disappeared from atop the levitating box, next to his warrior. "Yes. I have created all of this chaos. I had made you as a key. Our Dark Nation would unlock a world of hatred. A Digital Hell, persay. There is only one door to escape the chaos we inflict. We have made you the key to escaping. Killing you would destroy our only chances of ruling the dimensions. Killing you would destroy our lives.

I wanted to kill myself. Hell. Apocalypmon shouldn't of known what Hell was. If it were up to me, I would show him. I would burn him until he and his flunky would cry and weep and wish for a swifter death. I hadn't spoken in a while, but what I had to say would be of know use.

"Is there anything you have to say... child?"

Yes, I had much to say. I wanted to die. I wanted to disappear and watch as the Digital World was deleted. Watch as no one could escape from the darkness of all fire and torment. I began to cry. I had done that a lot, more than usual.

"--- sir, I can sense a mix of emotions. Could this mean?" Dark Angemon stepped forward.

"Yes, this means that his fire evolution is about to be reached."

How could they determine this? It was of  use to fight back. They couldn't kill me. If they did, they would all die. Dark Angemon was right. I did have a mix of emotions. But I didn't feel any different. Slowly, I noticed the dark blue flame that rested in the palm of my hand. It quickly engulfed my body, burning away all of my clothing. Two dark slits appeared for my eyes as I grew to a tremendous height. It was time to kill the mass killer.

"Wizardmon Digivolve to... Blue Meramon."

It a large lunge of speed, I dashed toward Apocalypmon. I swung one of my massive fists toward his head but missed narrowly. I swung and kicked, but always seemed to miss. Slowly I lost spped, then strength, then reverted to blocking every gnashing blow. After one unguarded uppercut, I felt myself fly several feet, landing above a bright red planet. I slowly stood up and held out both my arms vertically.

"Flames of Unholy Torment."

Large blue flames fell from the starry sky. I watched joyously as several of them connected with its target. When the dust cleared, I firt saw one armored hand. Dark Angemon had held his hand up, creating a light shield around him and Apocalypmon. I dove for his chest but felt the crippling blow of Apocalypmon's Mimice Rose Whip.

I fell to the ground and slowly closed my eyes. I felt the flames die down and I reverted back to Wizardmon. I wasn't dead yet. I stood up and held out both my hands.

"Magical Game!"

A small yellow orb rocketed toward Dark Angemon and I prayed to Seraphimon that it would cause some damage... if any.