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Chapter one

A digimon riding a huge, black motorcycle rode through the moist, midnight air. His three red eyes shined like rubies in the full-moon's light. His leather jacket was swiped to a shine by the wind. He was night black with a navy blue head. He was a loner. A creature of darkness." I have to settle down, clear my mind. What is this feeling? It's the first time I've ever felt this lonely" he thought to himself. This digimon was known as Beelzemon, the servant of the sovereign. His eyes focused, allowing him to see in the dark. In the distance, a wolf howled. One urge came to Beelzemon, answer the wolf call.

"WooooooWoooooWoooooo!" Beelzemon howled back. The wolf answered. "Wooooo!" Beelzemon knew he needed somewhere to rest and soul search. He wanted to keep on howling until he found the wolf. That's what he did. He howled, his sense of hearing guided him in directional ways. He found out that the wolf was actually a creature similar to a wolf, Wolfmon. He was on the prowl for food. When Beelzemon managed to find the Wolfmon in pursuit of a human. A human girl. The girl, he realized, was beautiful. She had raven black hair, blue eyes; she was pale as a snowdrift. She was shoeless, she was wearing snow drifted clothes, and was alone. Wolfmon was in hot pursuit of the girl. Even though he was betraying the sovereign, Beelzemon had to help her. "Leave her alone!" Beelzemon aimed his guns at the Wolfmon. The Wolfmon not only stuck his tail in between his legs, but also rolled on to his back. Then he left and Beelzemon turned his attention to the girl. "You alright, kid?" he asked. "You're the sovereign's major demon. Why did you just save me?" her voice was soft, really soft. Right then and there he knew who the girl was, the princess of light, or at least one of them. In all, Beelzemon knew, there were four princesses and a prince." Let's just say I was feeling generous" he stared at her, speechless. "Just call me Beelzemon" he said at last. "I am Erica" she stared as well, awe look on her face. "What is her fascination with me? Why is she looking at me like that?" Beelzemon thought. Erica wasn't sure if she could trust him. "As long as Wolfmon is around, you aren't safe. You can travel around with me for a while" Beelzemon reached out his hand to Erica. Although Erica had been trained all her life not to trust dark types, but there was something about this one, something was calling her from within her savior. Erica took his hand. "So, where are you heading off to?" Beelzemon asked. "I am not sure. I'm not heading home I'll tell you that" Erica answered. "Why? As humans say, home is where the heart is" he wondered. "Well, I don't usually share personal info to demon lords. But you saved me and I guess it's safe to tell you. I'm running away because I'm tired of palace life. Oh crap! I just told you that I'm one of the princesses of light. I suppose you're going to kill me?" Erica told him. Try as he might, he couldn't help but not feel sorry for the princess. A voice in the back of his head reminded him of his mission: rest and search for heart. "Maybe she can help me. After all, she's a light type. One who can see into one's very heart" Beelzemon thought. "No, I can't kill you. I need your help. Tell me; are there any places to rest? It's getting dark and need to conserve my energy" he asked, hopeful in his mind. "I was heading for a hideout cave before you came in. I think you can rest there. I'm going to have to purify it after you leave" Erica answered. "Alright! Am I going the right way?" he asked. Erica nodded to answer his question.