Two worlds... So far apart, yet transport between them so easy, so different from one another, and yet so similar, both with the same chaos, the same horrible evils... I refer, of course, to the ones inside and outside of "The universe of the Four Gods" though I suppose it could refer to the digital world as well... And in the digital world, the chosen, lacking in plot, had turned to psuedo-philosophical rambling without a point of any sort, or as it is better known, "Literature."
And since prophecies are such easy plot devices...
The skies will be darkened by the wings of many bats... The fallen people shall invoke the name of the undead digimon king... When the clock strikes the hour of the beast, the demon will reveal himself in his true form, as the beast... Then, angels will shoot arrows of hope and light at the loved ones of those they were sent to protect, and a miracle will happen...
"Wait a minute, wasn't that prophecy fulfilled by Vamdemon's defeat?" Miyako asked, having somehow escaped the rampaging catgirls, from two inches to the right of Cthulhu's mighty tentacle...
"Fine then." The author spat back.
That which is dead cannot eternal lie, and with strange eons even death may die.
"That's just a generic comment that probably refers to Cthulhu! Think up your own prophecies for a change!" Miyako yelled angrily, and the author tried to oblige, but couldn't think up a prophecy and just went to a random scene involving, in some way or another, the paradoxical nature of the crest of purity.
And so, Mimi Tachikiwa walked through the digital world, but was then, as so often happens in RPGs, accosted by a random foe… However, as does not happen often in RPGs (At least not except in high-level encounter areas, which this was not.) the ones attacking were dark demigods, claiming to be the successors to Vamdemon's dark empire… And soon they attacked, and many Floramon ran in fear, as the chosen of purity clutched her digivice…
"No… I can't fight them, they're still living beings…" Mimi said sadly, diving into the way of the various attacks on the Floramon…
And then it happened… The moon turned red, the sox won the world series, an explicit undeniable romantic scene occurred in a plot-based episode of digimon adventure, and the world ended…
But that wouldn't make for that interesting a fic, so the world resumed to normal, except that Miyami was considered canon on more then one side…
"The world will end in three days!" One of the dark digimon yelled out (To be more precise, a Lilithmon.) confident that this prophecy would come true…
"Are you sure of this?" Miyako asked, plummeting in on Aquilamon… "Because I rather like this world, and if there's something to do to stop this, I wouldn't be adverse to doing just that."
"Doing what, Lady Devimon?" The Lilithmon replied, revealing a succubus digimon from under her wing…
"No, I didn't mean it like THAT!" Miyako yelled out angrily, her face turning a clear shade of crimson…
"Are you sure?" The Lady Devimon crooned seductively, moving over her spear like hand to cut the ropes binding her right breast…
"C'mon, this fic has enough yuri already! Make with the yaoi scenes!" A screaming fangirl shouted, holding a volume of gravitation in one hand and a big gun to the author's head in the other…
"Hai." The author responded, and began to try writing one in… "Angekeru sound good?"
"Angekeru!!!" The screaming fangirl shouted, and ran off in search of some nice, hot Angekeru…
Then the story reverted to non-perverse humor again, possibly involving brutal critiques of society at large, but in reality just poking fun at some aspect of the digimon fandom in general.
However, as for which aspect, it could not easily be said, mainly because the author had no idea which aspect to use… So after much deliberation, he finally decided to joke about Blackwargreymon/Fladramon yaoi and digimon lemons in general, 'cause the digimon fandom sorely lacks in innocence…
And so, for the first time in three chapters, an actual coherent scene began!
"Yama!" Taichi yelled out, seeing the bearer of friendship return from wherever it was he had been during the numerous scenes ignoring him, and instantly launched into a flying glomp, "accidentally" landing on his waist, as he felt something distinctly hard…
Then Taichi was grabbed and brutally raped by a horde of Palmon and Floramon, while Yamato struggled desperately to free him…
"Taichi-kun!" He yelled desperately, putting his hand through the mesh of vines until it too was constricted and violated… (If any readers are curious how to violate a hand, suffice it to say you don't want to know…)
"Hey, wait a minute, this is more tentacle rape then yaoi!" A screaming fangirl yelled, returning from her search for Angekeru… "And what little yaoi is there is Taito!"
"Gomen nasai." The author responded, and went back to writing…
And so, for the first time in three chapters, an actual coherent scene that was not randomly cut short by rabid yaoi fangirls began!
"Angemon… No, Aaaaaaangemon!" Takeru cried out, not being raped as some might think (As that would be OOC, which this author strives to avoid) but actually dreaming, a dream of an event that had brought him so much great sorrow for (Censored to prevent anyone from knowing when this fic was set, but less then how many the Sox fans suffered for) years, the nightmare of his digimon's death at Devimon's hands…
"Takeru? Takeru, I'm right here, everything's fine now…" Patamon screamed out, pushing Takeru's face with his small paws…
"Patamon… This seems like an odd request, but could you evolve into Angemon for me?" Takeru asked, knowing that for all the innocence he showed all the focus only on kindness and stopping evil, he still had the same human desires…
"Sure…" Patamon responded, too innocent in this form to know why… "Patamon shinka! Angemon!" The small "batpig" turned into a human-sized (And quite hot) six-winged angel, and Takeru was visibly aroused by his digimon's adult form…
"Great, I can't cut this short, and I can't get out of this one either, I promised a coherent scene…" The author muttered, and began brainstorming on how to avoid writing a yaoi lemon…
"Angemon… Thank you for living…" Takeru replied, embracing Angemon in a stereotypical shoujo-manga-ish way that would not be out of place in Fushigi Yuugi… And as they embraced, things seemed to fade out for Takeru, fading into a white, feathery mist…
Meanwhile, the chosen (Defined as "Those chosen who haven't played major roles in this fic yet, specifically Ryo, Mimi, Daisuke, Iori, and Koushirou spent their time abandoned by an author, as so many are in November, and went to plotting his demise…
"We have to breach the fourth role somehow… Milleniummon's strong, but…" Ryo began, shivering in memory of the last time his digimon partner took him prisoner…
"Don't worry, digimon-on-human rape won't happen this time…" A randomly materializing Washu said, pointing to a diagram… "If at any point it appears you will be taken, I will throw this weapon and have it hit here, go through here, and you will be immune to rape…" Washu said, pointing to certain body parts, but Ryo was not convinced…
"I don't want to get castrated, baka!"
"But it's for science!" Washu shouted in protest, while the readers most likely berated the author for resorting to random crossovers. But the author ignored their protests and sent them to slave labor in Siberia, for he was a horrible autocrat and continued his story.
"Now we're even having to do with more plausibility issues then are expected in a story of insane humor! He must be stopped!" Daisuke said boldly, and then went on the sort of reckless attack typical of goggle-boys, and died a horrible death.
"Still, it is necessary that we stop him…" Ryo said coldly, glaring at no one in particular… Then he went back to bemoaning the fact that no one, including the one currently writing him, actually had the slightest clue about his backstory beyond it having something to do with Ken… But what if Ryo got the dark seed? What if Ken didn't push him out of the way? It would probably make for a quite interesting fic, but that is for another time…
For now, Washu had just blown up half the chosen, thus proving that she was the "Greatest scientific genius in the universe!" The readers, however, continued to berate the author no longer being willing to even make random digimon references anymore, to which he simply said "The balance of power has shifted…"
As for where it had shifted, it had shifted to Magnamon, of course. As for why, it had to do with Wormmon's death. As for when, it was sometime in 2002, presumably during the fall. And so, this horrible tragedy, the death which Ken still remembers with sorrow to this day, shall be relentlessly spoofed!
But for all its horror, the author is unwilling to tolerate sitting through a dub which was cause for the first execution on charges of "Crimes against humanity" for private individuals, and has been unable to track down a subbed version, so this spoof is for another day…
But for now, there were far more important things to discuss! Platinum Sukamon had returned from wherever he had been sent off to! Ken had reverted to his Kaiser persona and was torturing Daisuke to death or orgasm, depending on whether or not this is a lemon! And elsewhere in the digital world, stuff of equal importance (Read: No importance at all.) was happening!
But deep in the heart of the digital world, deep in that place the souls of digimon go when genocide slows the rebirth process, Pico Devimon's soul was bored… Etemon, Vamdemon, Devimon, they all kept getting revived for one thing or another, and they had that group earlier on acting as if they were the successors to the dark masters, even if they were a bunch of pitiful weaklings… But Pico Devimon, why, whoever heard of him bringing the digital world to his knees, whoever heard of him being brought back for anything more then a momentary taunting of Takeru? Just because he was eaten by Venom Vamdemon didn't mean he was a pathetic weakling, right? I mean, didn't he beat Tokomon in combat once or something? And as those thoughts rushed through his brain, a shadowy figure descended…
"Pico Devimon…" He said coldly, his voice dripping with contempt for the evil weakling… "You're not dead."
"I'm not?" Pico Devimon asked… "Then how the hell did my soul get in here?"
"You fled from Takeru's blast of logic, I don't know where characters go when they disappear for this long, and frankly, I don't feel like giving someone as pathetic as you any backstory, backstory is for the digimon that fight nobly for the side of light!" He yelled, a white ball forming in his hand… "Now go rejoin the story, Platinum Sukamon needs you…"
"He does? Are you going to start another transient attempt at a final battle which will ultimately prove to end with the status quo unchanged?" Pico Devimon asked, lifting a syringe…
"No, of course not…" He responded, backing away slowly… "I'll affect the story in some major way this time, I swear it." He said, pledging to the ground beneath him that this time, the story would change… But the author had no idea how to do this, so he retreated to his lair and plotted, and judging by traditions in chapter length, it would seem that the next chapter would be reached before he figured out how, so the remainder of this chapter would have to be filler or fighting to a stalemate ending in "To be continued…"
But time brings ideas, and the prophecy would soon come true… Of course, mistranslations in prophecies can be quite annoying, and somehow they had got the idea that Gennai's prophecy referred to the Venom Vamdemon incident, despite it violating the First Law of prophecy… (Prophecies may never come true in the episode they are revealed…)
Either way, the skies were indeed darkened soon enough, but by the wings of many rats… The fallen people instead invoked the name of the dead king, and when the clock struck 6:68, a hideous beast did indeed reveal itself…
Meanwhile, Pico Devimon had indeed returned, and this time he was the beast, not food for the beast… "Pico Devimon, Warp Shinka! Venom Vamdemon!"
Then angels shot arrows hope and light at the loved ones of those they had been sent to protect, and Taichi and Yamato died a horrible death… But through the arrows of hope and light, a transformation could occur!
"V-Mon, Armor Shinka! Fladramon, the fire of snow!"
The author listened to the collective groans at the horrible pun, and as they wondered why two chosen had to sacrifice their lives to bring out Fladramon, the actual miracle did indeed happen, but it wasn't necessarily a miracle of light…
Certainly, this miracle would screw with the fate of two worlds, and certainly, this miracle would have something to do with Seiryu… But beyond that, it could not be said, and so Miyako berated the author once more, for using that prophecy AGAIN, and for making a mistranslation that made no sense in the original language, most likely being akin to reading "Mice" as "Planet-destroying monsters which eat brains."
And as the miracle happened, and as Miyako took a giant gun and blew the author's brains(Or lack thereof) out, the chapter ended, and a new era would soon begin!
