Disclaimer- I don't own Digimon. Okay?! I think that's it.
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Author's Note: Summer's here!!!! School's out! And I'm graduating!!!!!!
- Rose
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The Darkness Continues
Chapter 6
In the darkness of the dimly lit cave, a digimon was kneeling beside a closed coffin. It's body and head was covered by a pitch black cape and hood. It's face was hidden by shadows, but if one got close enough to see it's face, one would see the tears of blood.
The coffin had strange markings on it. It looked as if it was made of a dark metal.
The creature extended a ripped, scarred and disfigured hand. It layed it's hand on the coffin. It's fingers traced along and over a few of the carvings.
"I've visited so many times . . . " From it's voice, one could tell that it was a male.
"They say the evil ones don't cry. You still bring tears to my eyes, my dear sister . . . " The creature paused.
"I promise you, Sister, I will avenge your death. I vow to get revenge on the ones who did this to you. If there is any way, I will bring you to back to life."
He lay his head on the coffin. "This I promise you, Ladydevimon." He raised his head to look at the roof of the cave. "Until, I bring you both back to life . . . please take care of her, Devimon."
Wind and sand swirled up around the creature. All of a sudden, he disappeared.
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(Ya know where all the monsters are reborn, I think it's Primary Villiage. I forgot the name, so we'll just call it that until I remember or someone tells me)
The creature reappeared in what used to be Primary Villiage with a large book in his arms.
It was night. The run down buildings and toys looked scary. But, the creature wasn't scared; he'd seen much worse. Also, he knew that ghosts can't really hurt him.
Several times he had considered bringing Primary Villiage back to life. But, then there would be too many good Digimon.
"I'm through with this. I have to make a plan. I have to make up my own army. Every Digimon is enslaved. There is only one place where I could make my own forces."
He disappeared and reappeared. This time, in the grave yard. He was still clutching the book.
The book had black leather covers with gold trim and golden letters. But, the gold trim was ripped in some places and the leather looked worn. The once white pages had gone yellow, curtesy of age.
The writing on the covers were like hieroglyphs. Though the heiroglyphs weren't Eygptian, they looked a little similar to Ancient Egyptian writing.
The creature opened the book and flipped through a few pages. He stopped and traced a few of the letters with his fingers.
Then he began to chant. The words he chanted were from an old language. It was made millions of years ago when the Digital World only started to exist. It was forgotten a few million years later.
As he chanted, the graveyard began to glow an unearthly blue. After a few minutes, he stopped. His voice echoed against massive stones, but as soon as the sounds were gone, the blue light dimmed and disappeared.
It was still for a few seconds. No sound, no motion.
Then, all of a sudden, the ground practically exploded. The light returned, but this time it was so bright that it was blinding. The earth cracked. The dead trees fell over. Gravestones snapped. The wind came from no where; it howled as it swirled through the graveyard, adding to the commotion.
During this chaos, the creature never even flinched. He stood firm on the spot and stared out that the grave yard.
Horrible moans started to fill the air.
What happened next would've amazed anyone. But, the creature didn't seem surprised.
Arms shot out of the ground. They were rotting and bloody. Blue veins contrasted against the little white flesh that was left on some of them. They looked like mutants.
After the arms, came the heads. Shoulders . . . Torsoes (sp?) . . . Legs . . .
Bodies. Dead bodies.
Dead Digimon. Virus types, Vaccine types. They were all different once. Some were evil and others good, but they were all here together. With one thing in common: They were all evil now.
Blood was long gone from their veins. Disappeared days after their deaths.
The thick, dark crimson fluid that flew through their veins when they were alive, were now replaced. Darkness surged through them. Their minds and souls were corrupted by hate. Dark hate they felt for the emperor.
Their deaths only helped build their hate. Wherever they went, Heaven or Hell, it didn't matter. They were back on earth, with a vengeance.
The creature waited as the Zombie-type Digimon lined up before him. Once they were paying attention to him, he spoke.
"I'll get straight to the point. I know what you're all thinking, and it's true. I brought you back from the dead. For one purpose only . . . To destroy the emperor!" the creature yelled. "We've all been destroyed by him! We all want revenge. I can lead you to his destruction. Join me . . . " His voice trailed off.
A zombie in the front spoke after a few seconds of silence. "Who are you?" it asked. It looked like a mutant Ogremon.
"I was once known as someone else. No one can recognise me now. Now, I am known as . . . Mortmon."
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The Imperial Palace . . .
It was 11:35pm. The night sky had been clear with stars and a crescent moon only minutes ago. Now, the wind howled and clouds blocked out the moon and star light.
Miyako broke away from the emperor. "Did the weather suddenly change?" she asked, glancing out the window.
"Shut up," came the reply.
She felt him kiss her neck. Dismissing the weather, she turned her attention back to what she'd beeen doing before. But, still . . . it was strange . . .
The End of Chapter 6
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A.N. Alright, there's chapter 6 for ya! See, I am working hard! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(goes back to singing)
DO YOU REMEMBER ME?
LOST FOR SO LONG!
WILL YOU BE ON THE OTHER SIDE,
OR WILL YOU FORGET ME?
I'M DIEING . ..
PRAYING . . .
PLEADING . . .
AND SCREAMING!
AM I TOO LOST TO BE SAVED?
AM I TOO LOST?
MY GOD, MY TOURNIQUET,
RETURN TO ME SALVATION . . .
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Author's Note: Summer's here!!!! School's out! And I'm graduating!!!!!!
- Rose
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The Darkness Continues
Chapter 6
In the darkness of the dimly lit cave, a digimon was kneeling beside a closed coffin. It's body and head was covered by a pitch black cape and hood. It's face was hidden by shadows, but if one got close enough to see it's face, one would see the tears of blood.
The coffin had strange markings on it. It looked as if it was made of a dark metal.
The creature extended a ripped, scarred and disfigured hand. It layed it's hand on the coffin. It's fingers traced along and over a few of the carvings.
"I've visited so many times . . . " From it's voice, one could tell that it was a male.
"They say the evil ones don't cry. You still bring tears to my eyes, my dear sister . . . " The creature paused.
"I promise you, Sister, I will avenge your death. I vow to get revenge on the ones who did this to you. If there is any way, I will bring you to back to life."
He lay his head on the coffin. "This I promise you, Ladydevimon." He raised his head to look at the roof of the cave. "Until, I bring you both back to life . . . please take care of her, Devimon."
Wind and sand swirled up around the creature. All of a sudden, he disappeared.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
(Ya know where all the monsters are reborn, I think it's Primary Villiage. I forgot the name, so we'll just call it that until I remember or someone tells me)
The creature reappeared in what used to be Primary Villiage with a large book in his arms.
It was night. The run down buildings and toys looked scary. But, the creature wasn't scared; he'd seen much worse. Also, he knew that ghosts can't really hurt him.
Several times he had considered bringing Primary Villiage back to life. But, then there would be too many good Digimon.
"I'm through with this. I have to make a plan. I have to make up my own army. Every Digimon is enslaved. There is only one place where I could make my own forces."
He disappeared and reappeared. This time, in the grave yard. He was still clutching the book.
The book had black leather covers with gold trim and golden letters. But, the gold trim was ripped in some places and the leather looked worn. The once white pages had gone yellow, curtesy of age.
The writing on the covers were like hieroglyphs. Though the heiroglyphs weren't Eygptian, they looked a little similar to Ancient Egyptian writing.
The creature opened the book and flipped through a few pages. He stopped and traced a few of the letters with his fingers.
Then he began to chant. The words he chanted were from an old language. It was made millions of years ago when the Digital World only started to exist. It was forgotten a few million years later.
As he chanted, the graveyard began to glow an unearthly blue. After a few minutes, he stopped. His voice echoed against massive stones, but as soon as the sounds were gone, the blue light dimmed and disappeared.
It was still for a few seconds. No sound, no motion.
Then, all of a sudden, the ground practically exploded. The light returned, but this time it was so bright that it was blinding. The earth cracked. The dead trees fell over. Gravestones snapped. The wind came from no where; it howled as it swirled through the graveyard, adding to the commotion.
During this chaos, the creature never even flinched. He stood firm on the spot and stared out that the grave yard.
Horrible moans started to fill the air.
What happened next would've amazed anyone. But, the creature didn't seem surprised.
Arms shot out of the ground. They were rotting and bloody. Blue veins contrasted against the little white flesh that was left on some of them. They looked like mutants.
After the arms, came the heads. Shoulders . . . Torsoes (sp?) . . . Legs . . .
Bodies. Dead bodies.
Dead Digimon. Virus types, Vaccine types. They were all different once. Some were evil and others good, but they were all here together. With one thing in common: They were all evil now.
Blood was long gone from their veins. Disappeared days after their deaths.
The thick, dark crimson fluid that flew through their veins when they were alive, were now replaced. Darkness surged through them. Their minds and souls were corrupted by hate. Dark hate they felt for the emperor.
Their deaths only helped build their hate. Wherever they went, Heaven or Hell, it didn't matter. They were back on earth, with a vengeance.
The creature waited as the Zombie-type Digimon lined up before him. Once they were paying attention to him, he spoke.
"I'll get straight to the point. I know what you're all thinking, and it's true. I brought you back from the dead. For one purpose only . . . To destroy the emperor!" the creature yelled. "We've all been destroyed by him! We all want revenge. I can lead you to his destruction. Join me . . . " His voice trailed off.
A zombie in the front spoke after a few seconds of silence. "Who are you?" it asked. It looked like a mutant Ogremon.
"I was once known as someone else. No one can recognise me now. Now, I am known as . . . Mortmon."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Imperial Palace . . .
It was 11:35pm. The night sky had been clear with stars and a crescent moon only minutes ago. Now, the wind howled and clouds blocked out the moon and star light.
Miyako broke away from the emperor. "Did the weather suddenly change?" she asked, glancing out the window.
"Shut up," came the reply.
She felt him kiss her neck. Dismissing the weather, she turned her attention back to what she'd beeen doing before. But, still . . . it was strange . . .
The End of Chapter 6
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A.N. Alright, there's chapter 6 for ya! See, I am working hard! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(goes back to singing)
DO YOU REMEMBER ME?
LOST FOR SO LONG!
WILL YOU BE ON THE OTHER SIDE,
OR WILL YOU FORGET ME?
I'M DIEING . ..
PRAYING . . .
PLEADING . . .
AND SCREAMING!
AM I TOO LOST TO BE SAVED?
AM I TOO LOST?
MY GOD, MY TOURNIQUET,
RETURN TO ME SALVATION . . .