Rise and Fall- chapter 9.
Hah, I'm still writing! A big surprise for me. Okay, the last few chapters, which is estimated to be around chapter 10 or 11, will not have humor for those who are looking for some laughs. And, I think the rating should go up since I give full details on their battle scenes. And sorry, the quizzes are now closed because I am not allowed to surf the net for too long. :P By the way, I hope everyone enjoyed this fic and I really appreciate those people who stuck around to read this pointless fic of mine.
I may be writing a whole new fic after this but I hope people would still enjoy it!
Please Review!
P/S:
::talk:: -mentally speaking.
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Everything was dark, cold and silent as death. Zedomon looked around the unusually dark area of the Black Kingdom. The Black King digimons may be dark-types but, they share the same light the Sacred Sanctuary does and now, the usually majestic building was reduced to nothing but debris. A small amount of data floated around the area where he stood, faintly gleaming in a vain attempt to light the area. A sudden cold rush of air made Zedomon lift his gaze to the path which would lead him to the Sacred Sanctuary. No digimon were in sight except for him and an unconscious Neo Crimson, whom he carried in his arms.
His amber eyes reflected sadness but shed no tears as he knew it was not the time to do so when a group DarkTyrannomons and Cyclonemons sprang up from behind the deva. Without even turning to look at them, he let loose a high amount of energy which sliced through each one of his assailants. Pieces of thick flesh dropped to the ground with heavy thuds, staining the soil around them a dark crimson before bursting as black bits of data. Zedomon raised his head a bit, closing his eyes and took a deep breath.
"...I wonder if Nina is alright... Ancient should have no problem taking care of Stigmamon." when he mentioned Nina's name, a red flash of light caught his eye. He looked down at Neo Crimson and the shard the younger digimon wore as an earring was gleaming brightly. Now, Zedomon was sure she was alive and well. He smiled to himself before setting off towards the Sanctuary.
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However, what Zedomon expected out of Ancient to defeat Stigmamon was getting out of control. Lucifer was knocked down quite easily by the sword- wielding centaur-like digimon, Stigmamon. It resembled a knight among chess pieces; only difference is it stands on two legs, which were those of a horse, the head of a horse, arms of a man and a typical armor over his upper body and a pair of loose pants. To finish his appearance is a black, jagged sword. At first, Nina didn't think an arrogant digimon such as Stigmamon would be able to steal the Jewel around her neck very easily but seems like she was wrong. Tossing the jewel in the air a couple of times and smirking triumphantly over Lucifer's defeat, Stigmamon arrogantly said,
"Well, where's your confidence now, girl!? Too scared to move? Or are you just about to join you useless digimon here?" Nina shook with anger, raising the Crimson sword at eye level.
"I won't be defeated by the likes of you!" Nina rushed headlong towards the horse digimon and made to slash but seems like Stigmamon was faster and just as he was about to cut Nina's head clean of her shoulders, Chaos Lord only had enough time to grab the blade, cutting his own hand but the sword stopped, merely inches away from Nina's neck as Nina proceeded to slash Stigmamon's neck. Somehow, the sword didn't even make a cut on him!
"Ha! You're too upset to do any damage on me! Now, go join your foolish friend in the afterlife!!" Stigmamon was just about to cut Nina in half vertically when a silver arrow caught the sword and out of Stigmamon's grip, sticking it on the wall for everyone to see. Stigmamon, being very surprised, looked around.
"What!? Who did that!?" he yelled to no one in particular. A voice answered his question from behind.
"Three guesses." Stigmamon whirled around, his hooves making loud 'clip- clopping' sounds against the cold stone floor and saw a wolf-like digimon. A wolf demon to be exact. The horse digimon staggered backwards in surprise; nearly turning Nina into a human pancake should she just stay where she was without Chaos Lord reacting fast enough to pull her out of the way. When both Nina and Chaos Lord followed Stigmamon's gaze upwards, they gaped in shock.
"L-L-Luci-LUCIFER!?!?!?
Standing before them was no longer the masked dark wizard Lucifer but he appeared in the form of a wolf demon, just as Ancient was. He had a typical rowdy teenager set of clothes, (see author's note below for mind-picturing) a sword which looked like it was made of blood itself and a red pearl earring on his right ear, piercing red eyes which had the fury of a wolf, wolf-like ears replaced his former ones which were those of a human's, typical fangs of a wolf and wolves claws replaced his former human ones. Two black angelic wings sprouted from his shoulder blades, making them look quite similar to those of Bee's, flowing grayish silver hair and to top everything else, an ash gray tail to finish his wolf-like appearance.
"He... has a tail!?" Chaos Lord gasped in shock. Lucifer smirked, his face half hidden by the silver bow which he held firmly in his grip and growled menacingly. Stigmamon was breaking into cold sweats now but he was trying to keep his cool at the same time and muttered, loud enough for Lucifer to hear him while regaining his composure,
"O-Okay, so you lived... But that doesn't mean I won't kill that 'sister' of yours!" upon hearing the remark Stigmamon had just let through his big mouth, rage washed over Lucifer as more arrows flew from his bow, two embedded themselves in Stigmamon's legs, which even went through the bone and all the way through to the wall and a few more accommodating themselves into Stigmamon's shoulders, hitting the nerves so as to immobilize him. The amazing thing was, the arrows destroyed the thick, heavy armor plates which Stigmamon had been wearing all this time.
"Way to go, Lucifer!" Nina cheered, sheathing her sword. Lucifer loosened his grip on his bow and as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared. His feet finally touched solid ground and what awaited him once he touched down was a neck-breaking hug from Nina.
"Okay, so where's great times a thousand gramps?" Nina asked as she loosened her grip. Lucifer's cheerful face suddenly turned to a sad expression as he dropped his gaze to the floor.
"...Ancient... gave up his very existence to revive me..." Lucifer said in a whisper. He could tell Nina was heartbroken but as his eyes glowed a bright crimson, he added in a barely audible whisper,
"...But his heart and memories live on... here..." he put his hand over his chest, where his heart should be and it took Nina a few seconds to let the words sink in before she replied, feeling a bit better,
"Well, one out of two isn't all that bad, I guess." Unfortunately, they forgot all about their little horse friend Stigma, who had yelled quite rudely,
"Y-You RAT!!! I'll get you for this!! Just you wait!! I will!!" before he could continue his vain attempt of bursting their eardrums, Chaos Lord knocked the knight digimon unconscious and grabbed the stolen jewel from his pocket.
"Now that that's over, let's head back to the Sacred Sanctuary. I'm sure the others would be twice as shocked as we were." Chaos Lord smirked, in a way that made him look like Bee.
"One problem." Lucifer suddenly said, holding up one finger.
"What?"
"...I... kinda lost some abilities because of my 'makeover'..."
"And that being?" Lucifer gulped before answering,
"Namely... Darkness Shell." Nina winced. Great, now she had to be a 'bride' in order to go somewhere which required him to fly!
"Okay, then I'll just have to get used to being cradled like a baby than just being in a bubble." Nina murmured, not sure whether she would do as she just said. Hey, it's easier to say than do!
"Now that the discussion's out of the way, I suggest we get out of here before sleeping beauty wakes up." Chaos Lord pressed, turning to the other two. Both nodded as they made their way out, skywards.
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Zedomon dove for the door, which was closing on him and drew his blade for Phantomons were waiting for him inside. Some were throwing their chains at him and the rest simply slashed at him.
"Silent Death!!" the silver deva moved quickly around his assailants, moving behind each one without making a sound and once finished, he turned, sword down on his sides and only data remained behind him. Neo Crimson stirred and struggled to get on his feet, feeling the world around him spin. Without looking at him, Zedomon spoke,
"MoonMachinedramon has been completed."
"What?" Neo couldn't believe his ears. He knew about MoonMachinedramon but he didn't expect the full moon to be so soon. He looked up through the glass ceiling and just as Zedomon was about to tell him, the moon was in full circle. He was about to ask how this was done when Zedomon replied to his unasked question,
"Our old 'neighbor' Cresent did this. The day of the full moon was supposed to be cloudy and should the clouds still be there, MoonMachinedramon wouldn't be at full power until the next full moon's day. But, Cresent had other ideas. And that was to MOVE those clouds. And as she expected, she succeeded in doing so." Zedomon now turned to face the younger digimon and as he did so, something pinned him to the wall and held him up by the neck. He grunted in pain and looked down. Neo Crimson looked up at him with enraged eyes and before he could say anything, the Noble tightened his grip around the Deva's neck.
"So, this is the end of everything? Just because the Black Waltz herself is working for someone and is attempting to destroy the world!? And we're not even doing anything!!! How can you tell everything's over when we haven't TRIED anything!?!?!? True, everyone, including the 12 devas are already defeated but are you going to let them die in vain!?" Neo Crimson was close to tears now. His eyes were oddly glassy, his voice more desperate than usual as he slowly loosened his grip and dropped himself down to the floor, pounding his fists to the ground.
"...It's not fair..." as he did so, there was a sudden thud of a chunk of wall and two familiar faces appeared. One had flaming red hair, with a flame saber and the other one was heavily wounded blue-haired person. The red-head sensed their presence and pointed his saber at both Neo and Zedomon.
"Who's there!?" Zedomon's expression softened and stepped up to the other two.
"Firenze! Bolt! You're safe." Firenze blinked and squinted.
"Zedomon! What is happening? Dark digimons suddenly appeared at our doorstep and did all this! Are you responsible for this?" Firenze questioned, hissing at the silver-haired digimon. Zedomon held his hands up in defense, smiling and shaking his head in an innocent way.
"No, you seem to have everything jumbled up. You see, Crescent is back. The Black Waltz herself is back. And it seems like she is helping a man named 'Elrond' re-create Machinedramon into MoonMachinedramon. I hope you haven't forgotten MoonMilleniummon. I bet you remembered how powerful he was. "Firenze gritted his teeth.
"But that was a different story. MoonMilleniummon turned rebellious in the Ancient Forest. And both Bolt and I were able to defeat him. Unlike now, this situation isn't helping us any. The strongest spell-wielder of all is back, the great machine ruler powered by my moon, the ruby moon, reborn and a deranged human trying to steal the jewel of the all powerful clan, the Crimson nobles for God knows what reason!" Firenze tried not to shout. Bolt reached up to hold on to Firenze's shoulder for support and said through his ragged breathing,
"Now's not the time to argue... I have Memoria sealed within where Crescent is headed to with my Storm Gate for her protection..." all three heads perked up and looked at him, surprised.
"Bolt, have you gone mad!? Do you realize what you're doing to yourself!?" Bolt smiled weakly and nodded slowly.
"I'll do anything to keep Memoria out of harm's way..." he nearly collapsed, his knees giving away but luckily, Firenze caught him just in time, wrapping an arm around the Thunder Master's waist to keep him from falling. Zedomon kneeled in front of Bolt, coming face-to-face with Bolt and held the gijinka thunder digimon's face up to meet his eyes.
Zedomon looked straight into Bolt's eyes. Bolt tried moving his stern purple eyes away but somehow, Zedomon's demanding amber eyes bore into his, locking both their gazes. Then, Zedomon took one look into Bolt's eyes and slowly, his amber eyes slowly turned the exact color. In an instant, Zedomon could tell what Bolt was feeling and the next time he blinked, he smiled.
"A noble thought, my friend." Zedomon smiled, patting Bolt's shoulder amiably. He shut his once purple eyes and re-opened them to return to their original amber ones. Bolt's pale blue tinged skin turned slightly pink, knowing what the silver digimon did.
"The silver light of healing; Silver Breeze!" Zedomon let loose a small silver orb and it spun rapidly, slowly turning into silver threads twirling gracefully in the air and they all mended both Guardians' wounds, recovering their health. Bolt stood and glared at Zedomon.
"I thought I warned you not to look through me!" Zedomon merely smiled playfully.
"If we want to catch Crescent in her tracks, I guess we'll have to find her first. She still has business in the Sacred grounds. I'm sure of it." The other three nodded and headed to one place she would certainly head for; Zhuqiaomon's hall in the Sacred Sanctuary.
At that very moment, in Zhuqiaomon's hall, sitting on the railing of the balcony, silk curtains flew about her as thunder crashed outside. She gazed with ominous eyes into the top of her staff, smiling as she mused herself with the small search party Zedomon had led who were searching for her. However, she had someone with her that would probably kill one of them at first sight.
Flicking a lock of her silky reddish brown hair from her face, she turned around. Wendiene was on the floor, unable to move and injured very badly. Crescent kneeled down in front of Wendiene, whose body lay on top of a seal.
"Congratulations. Your knight in shining armor is coming to save you. But, he'll join you shortly." She said calmly and stood up, a finger under her chin as she thought.
"Too bad I decided to have some fun here. Otherwise, Memoria would be under my mercy by now..." then, her staff suddenly turned into a black silk cloth and wrapped around her as her shawl.
"Hm... they're a bit late, aren't they?" she smiled and chuckled.
"Let's 'call' them, shall we?" she smiled darkly at the fallen mermaid before her, whose eyes were puffy from tears and now widened with horror. Crescent summoned a black orb and it took form of black arrows a short while later. She shot them into the air and each one hit home. Her arrows found their ways to the vital part of Wendiene's body, not exactly hitting it. Wendiene screamed in pain and as Crescent expected, both Firenze and Bolt appeared at the door, one full of fire power and the other electricity.
"Welcome. I expected you to come earlier. Tsk, tsk, tsk, typical of you gentlemen... Never seem to keep track of time, do you?" Crescent raised an eyebrow, looking at an enraged Firenze. Firenze tightened his grip around his precious saber and yelled,
"LET WENDIENE GO YOU BASTARD!!!!!" Crescent merely gave a disapproving look, her smile vanishing as she stood up from her sitting position, straightening her robes out. Readjusting her shawl, she approached both Elementals. No sound was present except thunder crashing outside the window and the sound of Crescent's heels clicking on the cold floor. She was barely a meter away from the two when Bolt charged up and threw a thunder ball at her.
A small explosion caused smoke to fill the room and as the smoke cleared, the lone image of Crescent stood. She was still where she was before Bolt attacked and she had one arm raised, covered with a dark energy. And in front of her, shielding her was a transparent black barrier similar to Lucifer's Darkness Shell. She lowered her arm, putting her shield down and took three steps forward, now merely one sword's swing away from both Elementals.
"...Bolt, still as impulsive as before, I see." She said, pushing a lock of her hair behind one ear. She looked into Bolt's eyes, as she chanted a spell. Her eyes glowed green and in an instant, Bolt felt the bones in his body break. He screamed in agony as the pain became unbearable by the minute. Finally, the Thunder Master collapsed with a puddle of blood surrounding where he lay unconscious and most probably, dead. Crescent looked with satisfaction as she felt Firenze's will start to sway.
"Why Firenze, I didn't know you knew what the word 'frightened' mean." Surely, Firenze's hands were shaking and somewhat cold. And all she did was look into another's eyes! Firenze grabbed his saber, trying to pull himself together and attempted to slice the dark witch in half but without even moving a muscle, she threw Firenze into a wall, earning an agonized scream from the flame lord.
Crescent sighed as she stepped closer still, keeping Firenze embedded to the wall.
"I was expecting more of you. I'm very disappointed." She said, smiling and crossed her arms. Just from the impact, Firenze's vision was blurring and plus the spell she was casting at him just from eye contact was hurting him even more. He was about to give in to Crescent's power but when he remembered someone important to him, he opened his eyes once more.
Crescent cocked her head and smiled. She was getting even more interested now. Somehow, Firenze broke free from her spell and went over to Wendiene's side. He undid the simple binding spell Crescent had purposely put and held Wendiene close to him. She was barely alive and she was growing colder by the minute.
"You... What have you done to her!!!?" Firenze yelled at the witch behind him. She merely shrugged.
"You know I can do just about everything. You try and figure it out for yourself." Firenze growled and held the unconscious Wendiene closer to him, pointing his saber at her. She had a calm façade on and didn't even bother noticing the sword he was pointing at her. She walked through Firenze with a spell and with her back still turned to the couple, she snapped her fingers. A thick, red liquid splashed on the Flame Lord's face and in his arms where Wendiene previously lay was nothing. All he could see of the water Elemental was only her blood on his attire and her data circling the person he loathed most; Crescent.
He screamed his heart out, feeling his heart shatter. Crescent had downloaded Wendiene's data and now looked at Firenze seriously.
"Where is the Jewel-bearer?" she asked, no longer in her calm tone but now in a rather threatening tone. Firenze said nothing but lashed out at her with all the strength he could muster. To counter him, Crescent pulled her shawl off and turned it into her staff and raised it.
Suddenly, a very powerful magic seal was under him. Her eyes glowed red this time, her pupils narrowing to those of a dragon and cupping Firenze's face, she said menacingly,
"May the Black Dragon eat your soul." As she finished her sentence, a huge black dragon appeared out of the seal and lunged towards Firenze. He didn't have time to recover as what was left of him was only his blood, data and some limbs which the dragon didn't bother chewing on. Crescent looked on calmly, being used to it and to her, the sight was simply magnificent. Beautiful. Breath-taking.
Behind her, she heard Bolt gasp in pain and turned on her heel, making a soft clicking sound. Smiling, she strode towards the Thunder Elemental. She picked him up from the floor, pretty much the same way Firenze did Wendiene and traced the side of his face. He winced slightly, still noting his broken limbs.
"You'd make a fine warrior for me, Bolt. With strength like yours, I doubt anybody could go through your offensive defense." She continued running her finger up and down the side of Bolt's face, making him shift uncomfortably and suddenly, a small black spiral flew over and around him.
"...You...!! Stop...!!" Bolt suppressed an urge to scream as she continued doing so, removing his holy energy and replacing them with dark energy. But something stopped her mid-way. She didn't like being interrupted and she didn't like it one bit.
She sighed before speaking,
"Bolt, you have no idea how much I'm fond of you. I admit, I liked you to the extent of loving you when I disguised myself as Memoria last time. I bet you haven't forgotten..." Bolt's eyes widened in surprise.
"That's right. I gave Memoria that memory so that my plan would go smoothly. And when it did, I suppose I owe it all to you." Her face was mere inches away from his as she let her long hair fall onto him.
"Unfortunately, you are still my enemy." Bolt was speechless by now. He looked at her with blank eyes, not knowing what to say or do. But one thing was certain; she was smiling sadly. She brushed her lips over his, at the same time draining his energy and downloading his data and once he vanished, she stood up.
She stepped out of the room and looked back inside. She would never forget how he called her before he vanished. With expressionful eyes, she averted her eyes from the room and left, vanishing into thin air.
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Meanwhile, everyone was at a loss. They didn't know what to do now both Rouge and Alara were gone. Nina went missing into another dimension, Witchmon turned on them, Lars and E-vie were controlled by something they themselves didn't know of, everything was simply too much for them.
Bee however, was getting very angry at the situation. He somehow felt... useless. In the fierce battle he just witnessed, he couldn't even move a finger to help. And it was also because of what Lars had asked him to do which made him angrier. And that was to kill him.
Bee clenched his hands into fists and strode over to where Lars was. He gritted his teeth, trying not to yell but did anyway, before anyone could say anything,
"You damn IDIOT!!!" Bee practically kicked the young Beelzemon across the field, crashing hard into a tree. Lars fell onto the ground face-first and tried to get up, coughing up a mouthful of blood. Lucifer noted something to Bee mentally which made him yell,
"This is between us Beelzemons, stay out of this!!" he growled, glaring at his friend. Then he strode ahead, where the fallen Lars was. Everyone gaped as they looked at him advancing. And Rico, being the master, tried to get to Lars before Bee would do anything worse to him.
"Lars...!" he called. He was about to break into a dash towards his digimon when Black stepped in front of him, shaking his head.
"Beelzemon has a point. This is one lesson Lars can only learn from another of his kind. It's only polite if we stay out of it. Besides, nothing would change Beelzemon's mind now." Black said reassuringly. Rico stared at the wiser BlackWarGreymon and looked on, worried.
Bee kept on walking towards Lars, who managed to sit himself up against the tree, still wincing in pain. As he reached his target, Bee grabbed Lars' jacket collar and slammed him against the tree. Lars was at the edge of his consciousness from taking multiple hits but Bee didn't allow him to by healing his wounds. With just a simple flash from a ray of white light, Lars was cured but Bee, who had been mentally debating with himself, let go of Lars.
Lars coughed slightly, trying to recover from the hit a while ago.
"W-why...?" he didn't dare look up at Bee, whom he knew was furious.
"Get up." Bee ordered simply. However, Lars was still on the ground, trying to hold back from throwing up any more blood. Unfortunately, he did when Bee kicked him in the gut. He grunted in pain when Bee picked him up again by the collar with one clawed hand against the same, half-broken tree Bee had hit him on earlier.
"Why...?" Lars repeated his question through glazed eyes, Bee's glare penetrating through his very mind, as if reading what he was thinking. Bee tightened his grip and said harshly,
"Because you've forgotten him already, haven't you!? You've already forgotten what his final wish was!!" Lars just looked into Bee's eyes, dumbstruck. That was when everyone noticed two guns' safety locks released. Bee didn't even have to turn around to see who it was. It was E-vie. It seemed she had gone through the very same thing as she was crying a river already, pointing her guns at Bee with shaky arms.
"Put him... down!! Don't... make me... shoot!" Bee turned only to see her tear-stained face and said,
"Wait 'till it's your turn." In his grip, Lars looked at her, shaking his head at her as if trying to get her to go away.
"Mr. Forgetful here needs a psychiatrist for now."
"I said PUT HIM DOWN!!!!" she screamed and opened fire. Lucifer attempted to use Shell of Darkness but somehow, a black flash caught him, engulfing him and he found himself flying through dimensions, where he will land, nobody knows. Black, noticing this, used one of his claw guards to block the bullets. Taking it off, he held her up against a tree by her throat in a loose grip as to not get her to suffocate. Kimber and the others froze.
"I realize this is hard for you to do but stay out of this matter for now. Please." He said, in a way that it meant them to back away. Black didn't budge, keeping his grip right where is was and the extra pressure he put on her throat got her crying.
Wick read through Lars' thoughts, which all the while have been looking at his younger sibling and like a medium, sent the message to her.
'Don't cry, E-vie...' E-vie looked up at Wick who nodded at her.
'You understand what he is saying, don't you?' he telepathically said softly. She replied,
'Yes, I do... but isn't this enough!? Just going through all this makes me feel worse! When will all this end!?' she cried out to the wizard. Wick looked down onto the ends of his boots. Memories flashed before his eyes back to the time he was one of Myotismon's henchmen. He sighed to himself.
'Eventually, E-vie. But what you need to do is face what's waiting for you; don't escape from it. It will stop once you stop running from it. Now, pick yourself up. Okay?' he said soothingly, using telepathic strength to wipe the tears from her face. As she had calmed down, his heart suddenly beat quickly, as if something had just awakened.
It felt just like the time he first digivolved into Necromamon; his dark digivolution form. He closed his eyes and called upon it. Within his mind, he looked up into the blank dark eyes of his dark side. Looking up from the empty space he was staring at and looking into Wick's eyes, he opened his mouth to speak,
::Is there something bothering you that you need me to counsel you?:: Necromamon asked politely, hazy jade eyes looking into a pair of emeralds. Wick avoided the dark wizard's eyes. Necromamon raised an eyebrow as a smile played upon his lips.
::You can't hide from me forever, Wick. I am you. You am I. In other words, we are the same. You can trust me, can you not?:: Wick nodded slowly and turned to face the taller dark wizard who had kneeled in front of him, bowing.
::It is about both the VanGuards and Crescent, right?:: Necromamon opened his once closed eyes and saw Wick nod in agreement. Necromamon pressed his forehead to Wick's, glowing a dark purple and backed away a short while later, feeling drained.
::Necro.:: Wick called. The said wizard looked down and smiled.
::No need to thank me. Crescent is one witch we must stop. But the VanGuards, you have to trust your sealing abilities or, trust them. Either way, you can help them. That is what you wish, isn't it?::
Wick nodded again.
::Yes, it is. Even if you said so, I want to thank you anyway.:: he said, turning to his other self and bowing in respect as the other did the same. Before he sealed his thoughts away, he heard the dark wizard whisper to him, words which would seemingly 'haunt' him.
::I am you and you am I...::
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Happy now? More words in! ^_^ At least this helps...
Hah, I'm still writing! A big surprise for me. Okay, the last few chapters, which is estimated to be around chapter 10 or 11, will not have humor for those who are looking for some laughs. And, I think the rating should go up since I give full details on their battle scenes. And sorry, the quizzes are now closed because I am not allowed to surf the net for too long. :P By the way, I hope everyone enjoyed this fic and I really appreciate those people who stuck around to read this pointless fic of mine.
I may be writing a whole new fic after this but I hope people would still enjoy it!
Please Review!
P/S:
::talk:: -mentally speaking.
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Everything was dark, cold and silent as death. Zedomon looked around the unusually dark area of the Black Kingdom. The Black King digimons may be dark-types but, they share the same light the Sacred Sanctuary does and now, the usually majestic building was reduced to nothing but debris. A small amount of data floated around the area where he stood, faintly gleaming in a vain attempt to light the area. A sudden cold rush of air made Zedomon lift his gaze to the path which would lead him to the Sacred Sanctuary. No digimon were in sight except for him and an unconscious Neo Crimson, whom he carried in his arms.
His amber eyes reflected sadness but shed no tears as he knew it was not the time to do so when a group DarkTyrannomons and Cyclonemons sprang up from behind the deva. Without even turning to look at them, he let loose a high amount of energy which sliced through each one of his assailants. Pieces of thick flesh dropped to the ground with heavy thuds, staining the soil around them a dark crimson before bursting as black bits of data. Zedomon raised his head a bit, closing his eyes and took a deep breath.
"...I wonder if Nina is alright... Ancient should have no problem taking care of Stigmamon." when he mentioned Nina's name, a red flash of light caught his eye. He looked down at Neo Crimson and the shard the younger digimon wore as an earring was gleaming brightly. Now, Zedomon was sure she was alive and well. He smiled to himself before setting off towards the Sanctuary.
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However, what Zedomon expected out of Ancient to defeat Stigmamon was getting out of control. Lucifer was knocked down quite easily by the sword- wielding centaur-like digimon, Stigmamon. It resembled a knight among chess pieces; only difference is it stands on two legs, which were those of a horse, the head of a horse, arms of a man and a typical armor over his upper body and a pair of loose pants. To finish his appearance is a black, jagged sword. At first, Nina didn't think an arrogant digimon such as Stigmamon would be able to steal the Jewel around her neck very easily but seems like she was wrong. Tossing the jewel in the air a couple of times and smirking triumphantly over Lucifer's defeat, Stigmamon arrogantly said,
"Well, where's your confidence now, girl!? Too scared to move? Or are you just about to join you useless digimon here?" Nina shook with anger, raising the Crimson sword at eye level.
"I won't be defeated by the likes of you!" Nina rushed headlong towards the horse digimon and made to slash but seems like Stigmamon was faster and just as he was about to cut Nina's head clean of her shoulders, Chaos Lord only had enough time to grab the blade, cutting his own hand but the sword stopped, merely inches away from Nina's neck as Nina proceeded to slash Stigmamon's neck. Somehow, the sword didn't even make a cut on him!
"Ha! You're too upset to do any damage on me! Now, go join your foolish friend in the afterlife!!" Stigmamon was just about to cut Nina in half vertically when a silver arrow caught the sword and out of Stigmamon's grip, sticking it on the wall for everyone to see. Stigmamon, being very surprised, looked around.
"What!? Who did that!?" he yelled to no one in particular. A voice answered his question from behind.
"Three guesses." Stigmamon whirled around, his hooves making loud 'clip- clopping' sounds against the cold stone floor and saw a wolf-like digimon. A wolf demon to be exact. The horse digimon staggered backwards in surprise; nearly turning Nina into a human pancake should she just stay where she was without Chaos Lord reacting fast enough to pull her out of the way. When both Nina and Chaos Lord followed Stigmamon's gaze upwards, they gaped in shock.
"L-L-Luci-LUCIFER!?!?!?
Standing before them was no longer the masked dark wizard Lucifer but he appeared in the form of a wolf demon, just as Ancient was. He had a typical rowdy teenager set of clothes, (see author's note below for mind-picturing) a sword which looked like it was made of blood itself and a red pearl earring on his right ear, piercing red eyes which had the fury of a wolf, wolf-like ears replaced his former ones which were those of a human's, typical fangs of a wolf and wolves claws replaced his former human ones. Two black angelic wings sprouted from his shoulder blades, making them look quite similar to those of Bee's, flowing grayish silver hair and to top everything else, an ash gray tail to finish his wolf-like appearance.
"He... has a tail!?" Chaos Lord gasped in shock. Lucifer smirked, his face half hidden by the silver bow which he held firmly in his grip and growled menacingly. Stigmamon was breaking into cold sweats now but he was trying to keep his cool at the same time and muttered, loud enough for Lucifer to hear him while regaining his composure,
"O-Okay, so you lived... But that doesn't mean I won't kill that 'sister' of yours!" upon hearing the remark Stigmamon had just let through his big mouth, rage washed over Lucifer as more arrows flew from his bow, two embedded themselves in Stigmamon's legs, which even went through the bone and all the way through to the wall and a few more accommodating themselves into Stigmamon's shoulders, hitting the nerves so as to immobilize him. The amazing thing was, the arrows destroyed the thick, heavy armor plates which Stigmamon had been wearing all this time.
"Way to go, Lucifer!" Nina cheered, sheathing her sword. Lucifer loosened his grip on his bow and as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared. His feet finally touched solid ground and what awaited him once he touched down was a neck-breaking hug from Nina.
"Okay, so where's great times a thousand gramps?" Nina asked as she loosened her grip. Lucifer's cheerful face suddenly turned to a sad expression as he dropped his gaze to the floor.
"...Ancient... gave up his very existence to revive me..." Lucifer said in a whisper. He could tell Nina was heartbroken but as his eyes glowed a bright crimson, he added in a barely audible whisper,
"...But his heart and memories live on... here..." he put his hand over his chest, where his heart should be and it took Nina a few seconds to let the words sink in before she replied, feeling a bit better,
"Well, one out of two isn't all that bad, I guess." Unfortunately, they forgot all about their little horse friend Stigma, who had yelled quite rudely,
"Y-You RAT!!! I'll get you for this!! Just you wait!! I will!!" before he could continue his vain attempt of bursting their eardrums, Chaos Lord knocked the knight digimon unconscious and grabbed the stolen jewel from his pocket.
"Now that that's over, let's head back to the Sacred Sanctuary. I'm sure the others would be twice as shocked as we were." Chaos Lord smirked, in a way that made him look like Bee.
"One problem." Lucifer suddenly said, holding up one finger.
"What?"
"...I... kinda lost some abilities because of my 'makeover'..."
"And that being?" Lucifer gulped before answering,
"Namely... Darkness Shell." Nina winced. Great, now she had to be a 'bride' in order to go somewhere which required him to fly!
"Okay, then I'll just have to get used to being cradled like a baby than just being in a bubble." Nina murmured, not sure whether she would do as she just said. Hey, it's easier to say than do!
"Now that the discussion's out of the way, I suggest we get out of here before sleeping beauty wakes up." Chaos Lord pressed, turning to the other two. Both nodded as they made their way out, skywards.
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Zedomon dove for the door, which was closing on him and drew his blade for Phantomons were waiting for him inside. Some were throwing their chains at him and the rest simply slashed at him.
"Silent Death!!" the silver deva moved quickly around his assailants, moving behind each one without making a sound and once finished, he turned, sword down on his sides and only data remained behind him. Neo Crimson stirred and struggled to get on his feet, feeling the world around him spin. Without looking at him, Zedomon spoke,
"MoonMachinedramon has been completed."
"What?" Neo couldn't believe his ears. He knew about MoonMachinedramon but he didn't expect the full moon to be so soon. He looked up through the glass ceiling and just as Zedomon was about to tell him, the moon was in full circle. He was about to ask how this was done when Zedomon replied to his unasked question,
"Our old 'neighbor' Cresent did this. The day of the full moon was supposed to be cloudy and should the clouds still be there, MoonMachinedramon wouldn't be at full power until the next full moon's day. But, Cresent had other ideas. And that was to MOVE those clouds. And as she expected, she succeeded in doing so." Zedomon now turned to face the younger digimon and as he did so, something pinned him to the wall and held him up by the neck. He grunted in pain and looked down. Neo Crimson looked up at him with enraged eyes and before he could say anything, the Noble tightened his grip around the Deva's neck.
"So, this is the end of everything? Just because the Black Waltz herself is working for someone and is attempting to destroy the world!? And we're not even doing anything!!! How can you tell everything's over when we haven't TRIED anything!?!?!? True, everyone, including the 12 devas are already defeated but are you going to let them die in vain!?" Neo Crimson was close to tears now. His eyes were oddly glassy, his voice more desperate than usual as he slowly loosened his grip and dropped himself down to the floor, pounding his fists to the ground.
"...It's not fair..." as he did so, there was a sudden thud of a chunk of wall and two familiar faces appeared. One had flaming red hair, with a flame saber and the other one was heavily wounded blue-haired person. The red-head sensed their presence and pointed his saber at both Neo and Zedomon.
"Who's there!?" Zedomon's expression softened and stepped up to the other two.
"Firenze! Bolt! You're safe." Firenze blinked and squinted.
"Zedomon! What is happening? Dark digimons suddenly appeared at our doorstep and did all this! Are you responsible for this?" Firenze questioned, hissing at the silver-haired digimon. Zedomon held his hands up in defense, smiling and shaking his head in an innocent way.
"No, you seem to have everything jumbled up. You see, Crescent is back. The Black Waltz herself is back. And it seems like she is helping a man named 'Elrond' re-create Machinedramon into MoonMachinedramon. I hope you haven't forgotten MoonMilleniummon. I bet you remembered how powerful he was. "Firenze gritted his teeth.
"But that was a different story. MoonMilleniummon turned rebellious in the Ancient Forest. And both Bolt and I were able to defeat him. Unlike now, this situation isn't helping us any. The strongest spell-wielder of all is back, the great machine ruler powered by my moon, the ruby moon, reborn and a deranged human trying to steal the jewel of the all powerful clan, the Crimson nobles for God knows what reason!" Firenze tried not to shout. Bolt reached up to hold on to Firenze's shoulder for support and said through his ragged breathing,
"Now's not the time to argue... I have Memoria sealed within where Crescent is headed to with my Storm Gate for her protection..." all three heads perked up and looked at him, surprised.
"Bolt, have you gone mad!? Do you realize what you're doing to yourself!?" Bolt smiled weakly and nodded slowly.
"I'll do anything to keep Memoria out of harm's way..." he nearly collapsed, his knees giving away but luckily, Firenze caught him just in time, wrapping an arm around the Thunder Master's waist to keep him from falling. Zedomon kneeled in front of Bolt, coming face-to-face with Bolt and held the gijinka thunder digimon's face up to meet his eyes.
Zedomon looked straight into Bolt's eyes. Bolt tried moving his stern purple eyes away but somehow, Zedomon's demanding amber eyes bore into his, locking both their gazes. Then, Zedomon took one look into Bolt's eyes and slowly, his amber eyes slowly turned the exact color. In an instant, Zedomon could tell what Bolt was feeling and the next time he blinked, he smiled.
"A noble thought, my friend." Zedomon smiled, patting Bolt's shoulder amiably. He shut his once purple eyes and re-opened them to return to their original amber ones. Bolt's pale blue tinged skin turned slightly pink, knowing what the silver digimon did.
"The silver light of healing; Silver Breeze!" Zedomon let loose a small silver orb and it spun rapidly, slowly turning into silver threads twirling gracefully in the air and they all mended both Guardians' wounds, recovering their health. Bolt stood and glared at Zedomon.
"I thought I warned you not to look through me!" Zedomon merely smiled playfully.
"If we want to catch Crescent in her tracks, I guess we'll have to find her first. She still has business in the Sacred grounds. I'm sure of it." The other three nodded and headed to one place she would certainly head for; Zhuqiaomon's hall in the Sacred Sanctuary.
At that very moment, in Zhuqiaomon's hall, sitting on the railing of the balcony, silk curtains flew about her as thunder crashed outside. She gazed with ominous eyes into the top of her staff, smiling as she mused herself with the small search party Zedomon had led who were searching for her. However, she had someone with her that would probably kill one of them at first sight.
Flicking a lock of her silky reddish brown hair from her face, she turned around. Wendiene was on the floor, unable to move and injured very badly. Crescent kneeled down in front of Wendiene, whose body lay on top of a seal.
"Congratulations. Your knight in shining armor is coming to save you. But, he'll join you shortly." She said calmly and stood up, a finger under her chin as she thought.
"Too bad I decided to have some fun here. Otherwise, Memoria would be under my mercy by now..." then, her staff suddenly turned into a black silk cloth and wrapped around her as her shawl.
"Hm... they're a bit late, aren't they?" she smiled and chuckled.
"Let's 'call' them, shall we?" she smiled darkly at the fallen mermaid before her, whose eyes were puffy from tears and now widened with horror. Crescent summoned a black orb and it took form of black arrows a short while later. She shot them into the air and each one hit home. Her arrows found their ways to the vital part of Wendiene's body, not exactly hitting it. Wendiene screamed in pain and as Crescent expected, both Firenze and Bolt appeared at the door, one full of fire power and the other electricity.
"Welcome. I expected you to come earlier. Tsk, tsk, tsk, typical of you gentlemen... Never seem to keep track of time, do you?" Crescent raised an eyebrow, looking at an enraged Firenze. Firenze tightened his grip around his precious saber and yelled,
"LET WENDIENE GO YOU BASTARD!!!!!" Crescent merely gave a disapproving look, her smile vanishing as she stood up from her sitting position, straightening her robes out. Readjusting her shawl, she approached both Elementals. No sound was present except thunder crashing outside the window and the sound of Crescent's heels clicking on the cold floor. She was barely a meter away from the two when Bolt charged up and threw a thunder ball at her.
A small explosion caused smoke to fill the room and as the smoke cleared, the lone image of Crescent stood. She was still where she was before Bolt attacked and she had one arm raised, covered with a dark energy. And in front of her, shielding her was a transparent black barrier similar to Lucifer's Darkness Shell. She lowered her arm, putting her shield down and took three steps forward, now merely one sword's swing away from both Elementals.
"...Bolt, still as impulsive as before, I see." She said, pushing a lock of her hair behind one ear. She looked into Bolt's eyes, as she chanted a spell. Her eyes glowed green and in an instant, Bolt felt the bones in his body break. He screamed in agony as the pain became unbearable by the minute. Finally, the Thunder Master collapsed with a puddle of blood surrounding where he lay unconscious and most probably, dead. Crescent looked with satisfaction as she felt Firenze's will start to sway.
"Why Firenze, I didn't know you knew what the word 'frightened' mean." Surely, Firenze's hands were shaking and somewhat cold. And all she did was look into another's eyes! Firenze grabbed his saber, trying to pull himself together and attempted to slice the dark witch in half but without even moving a muscle, she threw Firenze into a wall, earning an agonized scream from the flame lord.
Crescent sighed as she stepped closer still, keeping Firenze embedded to the wall.
"I was expecting more of you. I'm very disappointed." She said, smiling and crossed her arms. Just from the impact, Firenze's vision was blurring and plus the spell she was casting at him just from eye contact was hurting him even more. He was about to give in to Crescent's power but when he remembered someone important to him, he opened his eyes once more.
Crescent cocked her head and smiled. She was getting even more interested now. Somehow, Firenze broke free from her spell and went over to Wendiene's side. He undid the simple binding spell Crescent had purposely put and held Wendiene close to him. She was barely alive and she was growing colder by the minute.
"You... What have you done to her!!!?" Firenze yelled at the witch behind him. She merely shrugged.
"You know I can do just about everything. You try and figure it out for yourself." Firenze growled and held the unconscious Wendiene closer to him, pointing his saber at her. She had a calm façade on and didn't even bother noticing the sword he was pointing at her. She walked through Firenze with a spell and with her back still turned to the couple, she snapped her fingers. A thick, red liquid splashed on the Flame Lord's face and in his arms where Wendiene previously lay was nothing. All he could see of the water Elemental was only her blood on his attire and her data circling the person he loathed most; Crescent.
He screamed his heart out, feeling his heart shatter. Crescent had downloaded Wendiene's data and now looked at Firenze seriously.
"Where is the Jewel-bearer?" she asked, no longer in her calm tone but now in a rather threatening tone. Firenze said nothing but lashed out at her with all the strength he could muster. To counter him, Crescent pulled her shawl off and turned it into her staff and raised it.
Suddenly, a very powerful magic seal was under him. Her eyes glowed red this time, her pupils narrowing to those of a dragon and cupping Firenze's face, she said menacingly,
"May the Black Dragon eat your soul." As she finished her sentence, a huge black dragon appeared out of the seal and lunged towards Firenze. He didn't have time to recover as what was left of him was only his blood, data and some limbs which the dragon didn't bother chewing on. Crescent looked on calmly, being used to it and to her, the sight was simply magnificent. Beautiful. Breath-taking.
Behind her, she heard Bolt gasp in pain and turned on her heel, making a soft clicking sound. Smiling, she strode towards the Thunder Elemental. She picked him up from the floor, pretty much the same way Firenze did Wendiene and traced the side of his face. He winced slightly, still noting his broken limbs.
"You'd make a fine warrior for me, Bolt. With strength like yours, I doubt anybody could go through your offensive defense." She continued running her finger up and down the side of Bolt's face, making him shift uncomfortably and suddenly, a small black spiral flew over and around him.
"...You...!! Stop...!!" Bolt suppressed an urge to scream as she continued doing so, removing his holy energy and replacing them with dark energy. But something stopped her mid-way. She didn't like being interrupted and she didn't like it one bit.
She sighed before speaking,
"Bolt, you have no idea how much I'm fond of you. I admit, I liked you to the extent of loving you when I disguised myself as Memoria last time. I bet you haven't forgotten..." Bolt's eyes widened in surprise.
"That's right. I gave Memoria that memory so that my plan would go smoothly. And when it did, I suppose I owe it all to you." Her face was mere inches away from his as she let her long hair fall onto him.
"Unfortunately, you are still my enemy." Bolt was speechless by now. He looked at her with blank eyes, not knowing what to say or do. But one thing was certain; she was smiling sadly. She brushed her lips over his, at the same time draining his energy and downloading his data and once he vanished, she stood up.
She stepped out of the room and looked back inside. She would never forget how he called her before he vanished. With expressionful eyes, she averted her eyes from the room and left, vanishing into thin air.
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Meanwhile, everyone was at a loss. They didn't know what to do now both Rouge and Alara were gone. Nina went missing into another dimension, Witchmon turned on them, Lars and E-vie were controlled by something they themselves didn't know of, everything was simply too much for them.
Bee however, was getting very angry at the situation. He somehow felt... useless. In the fierce battle he just witnessed, he couldn't even move a finger to help. And it was also because of what Lars had asked him to do which made him angrier. And that was to kill him.
Bee clenched his hands into fists and strode over to where Lars was. He gritted his teeth, trying not to yell but did anyway, before anyone could say anything,
"You damn IDIOT!!!" Bee practically kicked the young Beelzemon across the field, crashing hard into a tree. Lars fell onto the ground face-first and tried to get up, coughing up a mouthful of blood. Lucifer noted something to Bee mentally which made him yell,
"This is between us Beelzemons, stay out of this!!" he growled, glaring at his friend. Then he strode ahead, where the fallen Lars was. Everyone gaped as they looked at him advancing. And Rico, being the master, tried to get to Lars before Bee would do anything worse to him.
"Lars...!" he called. He was about to break into a dash towards his digimon when Black stepped in front of him, shaking his head.
"Beelzemon has a point. This is one lesson Lars can only learn from another of his kind. It's only polite if we stay out of it. Besides, nothing would change Beelzemon's mind now." Black said reassuringly. Rico stared at the wiser BlackWarGreymon and looked on, worried.
Bee kept on walking towards Lars, who managed to sit himself up against the tree, still wincing in pain. As he reached his target, Bee grabbed Lars' jacket collar and slammed him against the tree. Lars was at the edge of his consciousness from taking multiple hits but Bee didn't allow him to by healing his wounds. With just a simple flash from a ray of white light, Lars was cured but Bee, who had been mentally debating with himself, let go of Lars.
Lars coughed slightly, trying to recover from the hit a while ago.
"W-why...?" he didn't dare look up at Bee, whom he knew was furious.
"Get up." Bee ordered simply. However, Lars was still on the ground, trying to hold back from throwing up any more blood. Unfortunately, he did when Bee kicked him in the gut. He grunted in pain when Bee picked him up again by the collar with one clawed hand against the same, half-broken tree Bee had hit him on earlier.
"Why...?" Lars repeated his question through glazed eyes, Bee's glare penetrating through his very mind, as if reading what he was thinking. Bee tightened his grip and said harshly,
"Because you've forgotten him already, haven't you!? You've already forgotten what his final wish was!!" Lars just looked into Bee's eyes, dumbstruck. That was when everyone noticed two guns' safety locks released. Bee didn't even have to turn around to see who it was. It was E-vie. It seemed she had gone through the very same thing as she was crying a river already, pointing her guns at Bee with shaky arms.
"Put him... down!! Don't... make me... shoot!" Bee turned only to see her tear-stained face and said,
"Wait 'till it's your turn." In his grip, Lars looked at her, shaking his head at her as if trying to get her to go away.
"Mr. Forgetful here needs a psychiatrist for now."
"I said PUT HIM DOWN!!!!" she screamed and opened fire. Lucifer attempted to use Shell of Darkness but somehow, a black flash caught him, engulfing him and he found himself flying through dimensions, where he will land, nobody knows. Black, noticing this, used one of his claw guards to block the bullets. Taking it off, he held her up against a tree by her throat in a loose grip as to not get her to suffocate. Kimber and the others froze.
"I realize this is hard for you to do but stay out of this matter for now. Please." He said, in a way that it meant them to back away. Black didn't budge, keeping his grip right where is was and the extra pressure he put on her throat got her crying.
Wick read through Lars' thoughts, which all the while have been looking at his younger sibling and like a medium, sent the message to her.
'Don't cry, E-vie...' E-vie looked up at Wick who nodded at her.
'You understand what he is saying, don't you?' he telepathically said softly. She replied,
'Yes, I do... but isn't this enough!? Just going through all this makes me feel worse! When will all this end!?' she cried out to the wizard. Wick looked down onto the ends of his boots. Memories flashed before his eyes back to the time he was one of Myotismon's henchmen. He sighed to himself.
'Eventually, E-vie. But what you need to do is face what's waiting for you; don't escape from it. It will stop once you stop running from it. Now, pick yourself up. Okay?' he said soothingly, using telepathic strength to wipe the tears from her face. As she had calmed down, his heart suddenly beat quickly, as if something had just awakened.
It felt just like the time he first digivolved into Necromamon; his dark digivolution form. He closed his eyes and called upon it. Within his mind, he looked up into the blank dark eyes of his dark side. Looking up from the empty space he was staring at and looking into Wick's eyes, he opened his mouth to speak,
::Is there something bothering you that you need me to counsel you?:: Necromamon asked politely, hazy jade eyes looking into a pair of emeralds. Wick avoided the dark wizard's eyes. Necromamon raised an eyebrow as a smile played upon his lips.
::You can't hide from me forever, Wick. I am you. You am I. In other words, we are the same. You can trust me, can you not?:: Wick nodded slowly and turned to face the taller dark wizard who had kneeled in front of him, bowing.
::It is about both the VanGuards and Crescent, right?:: Necromamon opened his once closed eyes and saw Wick nod in agreement. Necromamon pressed his forehead to Wick's, glowing a dark purple and backed away a short while later, feeling drained.
::Necro.:: Wick called. The said wizard looked down and smiled.
::No need to thank me. Crescent is one witch we must stop. But the VanGuards, you have to trust your sealing abilities or, trust them. Either way, you can help them. That is what you wish, isn't it?::
Wick nodded again.
::Yes, it is. Even if you said so, I want to thank you anyway.:: he said, turning to his other self and bowing in respect as the other did the same. Before he sealed his thoughts away, he heard the dark wizard whisper to him, words which would seemingly 'haunt' him.
::I am you and you am I...::
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Happy now? More words in! ^_^ At least this helps...