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Disclaimer: If I did own Digimon I would keep it going, although now that I think about it, look at Power Rangers. They're really milking that series dry these days. So I don't really know what I could possible do with owning Digimon, It would just be cool.
Journey of the Reluctant Dragon
By Camera Guy
Remember who the enemy is.
"What the?"
"Oof." Flamedramon landed with a thud on the back of a large pick-up truck.
"Morning." Renamon announced as he shielded his eyes from the rising sun.
"Renamon? What's going on?"
The golden fox jumped off the grass and landed gracefully next to him on the truck. Her yellow fur glistened in the sun as she stood before him. In that moment of awe, Flamedramon blushed as if he had beheld her beauty for the first time.
The vehicle began to move about the road, snapping Flamedramon out of his trance.
He focused his ears to Renamon's voice as he heard the end of her discussion.
"… In short, we're getting a ride to Uracho Village and from there it's only an evenings walk to get to the angel's floating city and Seraphimon's mausoleum."
Missing the whole beginning of the conversation, he stumbled for words. "Huh? Oh, right! Well at least we're on our way to getting there."
Flamedramon turned his glance away to hide his embarrassment. He stared through the back window of the drivers seat, seeing nothing but darkness.
Time passed as Flamedramon listened to his cd player and Renamon played with crystals that she materialized out of mid air.
Renamon's attention averted away from her diamonds and back to Flamedramon at the same time as he turned to face her.
"Hey, who did you see when you asked for a ride?" he said through curiosity
The car immediately stopped, interrupting Renamon and startling them both.
"We're here." A dark voice spoke from the steering wheel. The bitter voice skulked its way into their ears, sending chills down their back.
Renamon and Flamedramon jumped off the truck and took a few steps away from the vehicle.
The road, enclosed in gravel, veered off past a colossal boulder. Strange mist floated around the tires and a mountain peek eclipsed the sun giving the area a dim atmosphere.
Unwillingly, Flamedramon raised his voice to the driver. "Is the town beyond the turn?" He could feel Renamon grasp his arms to look around them.
The two stood there in exasperating silence waiting for the driver to speak. The car slowly drove away with the sounds of the rocks crackling below the truck's tires.
"Man, there's more fog in this story than the movie "The Fog"
Renamon burst into laughter killing their previous mood. Flamedramon felt Renamon let go of him and walk away.
"Well, I don't think we'll have to worry about that any time soon."
"Flamedramon! Over hear!" Her cheerful voice allowed him a fresh breath of relief.
Renamon was already at the curve once Flamedramon began talking. "Oh great." He said with a laugh. "Now you're ditching me."
"You deserve it."
Walking over to her location, he playfully continued their little game.
"I don't suppose you'll buy me something too."
Renamon stuck her tongue out towards Flamedramon, which was laughing at their fun.
As they went around a corner together, they both found them selves standing before a bazaar energetic with street merchants and digimon of the most exotic kinds.
"Wow, check it out Renamon"
"You're right, look at all the different kinds of digimon. Look a Panjamon, Asuramon, Musyamon, Ebidramon, Okuwamon the list goes on!" She continued briskly as Flamedramon thought.
'Well actually I meant the place not the digimon. Then again, she must be more interested in all the types of digimon since she has only lived among her own evolutionary chain.'
What caught Renamon's eyes was the fact that in the middle of it all was the town's gallows and a Boltmon waiting tolerantly up on top.
Changing the subject of her mind, she looked to Flamedramon with glittery eyes and pleaded. "Flamedramon, let me have some of the reward money so I can go to the shops, please."
A little hesitant, he searched the rim of his gauntlets for the money from the previous settlement. Not long in searching through his armor did he freeze and think.
'What! Aw crap, it's gone! I lost our money!'
Improvising on his recent dilemma, he collided with a passing Etemon.
"Oh, I'm sorry." The monkey said as he leisurely walked off.
"Ya, don't worry about it."
"Wow. What a cute Janet doll. If I find one I'll buy one for you and me." She spoke with aspiration for the cute plushy hanging from the monkey's waist.
A smirk ran across Flamedramon's face as he tossed Renamon a roll of money.
"Knock yourself out."
"What, you don't want to come?" she hollers as Flamedramon leaps on top of the nearest roof. He settles down on the roof as he turns on his Walkman again.
"You woke me up early, so I'm gonna rest here."
Renamon takes a quick look at the money before running off leaving her partner to soak in the care of the midday sun.
"Thank you, please stop by whenever you can."
Renamon waved good-bye to the cashier as she stepped out of Lilymon's flower shop. She cut short her stride while running past her was a tall, slender man sporting white gloves, jet-black shoes, untailored jeans, exhausted coat, and filming equipment for a head.
"Hmm? Is that really a digimon?"
She looked in the other direction spotting five Digitamamons chasing after him screaming. "Get him!"
Renamon noticed a conveniently placed cart of watermelons that wasn't there before. She pointed her finger at it shooting a single diamond. Her attack knocked off the block keeping it stationary and with that the cart moved in front of the small mob of egg digimon, letting them all fall face first in the food.
"And to think all the stuff I could have missed at home." She giggled
She looked back to the runaway seeing him wave to her as he ran along the streets. Not watching where he was going, he tripped over his own feet and landed in a manhole creating a loud thud.
"Ouch! What a strange camera guy."
Renamon gazed upon the suns afternoon position.
"Aww. I still haven't found anything good to buy."
She glanced back down at the roll of money when an Etemon came out of the flower shop from behind her. Renamon observed the monkey seeing that he sat against the store.
A sad face displayed on Etemon as Renamon asked. "What's wrong sir?"
Waterfalls shot out from under his glasses when he started to talk.
"I lost my money."
"Don't worry money isn't that important, is it?"
The monkey nodded his head saying. "I can't buy my girlfriend the flowers she cherished the most. I never would have lost it, someone must have pick pocketed from me."
Renamon noticed the Guilmon doll hanging from his waist. At that moment, she came to a realization and consoled him.
"Please take this." She offered the money to him in a low voice.
"Wha…really? Oh thank you, thank you!"
Renamon smiled as the monkey ran back into the flower shop. As soon as Etemon left her sight, her smile vanished and she walked in the direction of the sleeping Flamedramon.
Renamon made it to the roof in no time at all to see Flamedramon lying on his back with his hands behind his head. Flamedramon stopped his music to see an enraged fox.
"Rena…Ugh!" Flamedramon bent over and held his stomach.
"Flamedramon. I won't travel with you if you keep causing trouble for the innocent."
Renamon's stature faded away before his eyes. He looked at the tiles where Renamon was standing to see several teardrops.
"Renamon." He whispered.
Renamon appeared in a small forest on the opposite side of where she entered the town. The forest trees spread wide apart letting it easy for any Digimon to come through.
She disconnected the emerald from her collar and threw it as far as she could in the direction of the mountain.
With the radiance from her symbols disappearing, She set off toward the middle of the woods.
The sun had already set as Renamon walked through the forest. The nighttime was beautiful with no clouds and the light of the stars and moon revealing the entire area.
She shook her head trying to force Flamedramon's image out of her mind. "I can't believe him, attacking an innocent Zudomon, stealing from an innocent Etemon, tricking me into believing that he's injured. Who knows what he'll do next? He doesn't think of anyone at all."
Her voice cut short when she felt a swift jerk. Renamon slammed into a tree with immense force. The impact made her cough up a bit of blood.
She looked at the Digimon pinning her to the tree. The foe embellished with blue fur with stripes of a darker hue, he had straps that ran across his chest to his shoulder and one knee guard. The wolf stood on his hind legs wearing blue, worn out jeans.
"Damn, a Were Garurumon! You should be fighting higher level Digimon for their data, or are you just scared they'll take yours?" She struggled in his grip.
He chuckled. "That's the thing, I don't want your data. I want you!" The wolf stared at her with a horrible and vile smile.
A small wave of horror blanketed her mind, as she understands what he wants from her.
She tried to conceal it when the werewolf started laughing. "You can't hide it, you reek of your fear. You have every right to because-AAAHHH!"
Renamon bit down on his hand causing him to let go. He staggered back and clutched his hand giving her enough time to jump several feet behind him and land in a battle standpoint.
"DAMN YOU!" He roared before charging her.
"I'm not sure what kind of women you've assaulted, but know that…" Renamon flipped backwards onto her hands, dodging his swiping claws. She pushed of the ground dropkicking him in the jaw, sending them both into the air. "I'm not like the others!" She grabbed the werewolf by his fur around his neck and threw him to the ground. He landed on the grass creating a crater. Still in the air, Renamon crossed her arms and legs and forced her limbs away screaming. "Diamond Storm!"
Before the impact, Were Garurumon dashed out of the way and ran to the location that Renamon was going to land. "Garuru Kick!" The attack sent Renamon flying straight to a tree. "Kouhenkyo!" Renamon and Were Garurumon switched position, however he saw this coming and rebound of the tree then rammed his shoulder into Renamon sending her sprawled across the floor.
When the werewolf drew near Renamon stood on her hands again and twirled around kicking him in the stomach. Were Garurumon stepped back to recover instantly before falling back.
"Damn fox, give up already!" Renamon used her powerful arms to propel herself into the air again. Coming down, she dropped her knee on his shoulder causing him to scream in pain. Renamon somersaulted away and yelled. "Diamond Storm!" However, she didn't aim at him.
The wolf turned around with feral eyes and started charging at her again. Renamon simply turned away from him and fixed her ruffed up fur. She knew she had already won.
"GRRAAAUUGH!" his foot impaled on diamonds causing him to fall on a bed of more diamonds spread across the ground like caltrops. The sound of the debris cutting through him was clear.
She paused to wipe blood of her lips and calm her heart. She began to walk only to fall to her knees with her stomach cringing in pain. Her position darkened as the shadow of Were Garurumon loomed over her. Renamon's heart skipped a beat, as she was lift of the ground by the seizing around her neck. Her deep breaths turned to suffocation as the hold on her tightened.
"I'll make you suffer for this." Were Garurumon growled in pain as he tightened his grip again.
Renamon's vision became hazy, as she tried to pry his hands off her. She saw a brilliant light race toward them in incredible speed.
"EXCALIBUR!" it boomed as Renamon fell to the ground with fresh air filling her lungs.
She turned around to see an eight-winged angel hold up Were Garurumon by the fur of his neck.
"Seraphimon has had you ordered to be stopped at any cost! Your evil deeds have gone unpunished long enough! Excalibur!" The holy being thrust his sword into the werewolf's heart.
"Not to worry little one you're saved." He comforted her while the data from the wolf flew up into the air.
Coughing, she spoke with a soar voice. "You're a Holy Angemon!"
Holy Angemon placed his hands on a bubble of light that formed around her. Renamon could feel her wounds healing.
"So what do you prefer, Magna or Holy."
"That doesn't concern me right now. Are you alright?" He held his hand out to her.
Renamon couldn't help but to redden at how perfect he seemed to be at that moment. That moment a picture of Flamedramon appeared in her mind again. Renamon filled with sadness as she thought. 'I wish Flamedramon was like this.'
Noticing the angel still staring at her, she quickly changed her mood. "Yes, I'm alright. I wasn't expecting such an assault this close to the village."
"Yes, well these lands have been getting more treacherous ever since the war."
The last part of his sentence caught her. "War? What War?"
Holy Angemon stared at her in confusion. "Huh? Oh, you must have been too young to remember such a time."
Renamon was brimming with curiosity for the new subject. Before she could ask about it, her stomach let off a loud and embarrassing growl that caused her to blush.
"I'm sorry. I haven't eaten since yesterday."
He stood there smiling in his aura. "Don't worry, I know a great place in town were-"
"NO!" Holy Angemon froze out of alarm to her protest. "I-I mean no thanks I don't want to head to the village at this particular time."
"Ok. Would you care to eat at my place?" He said as he gave a silly smile. Renamon gave him a curious look.
"You aren't the least bit curious about my objection."
Holy Angemon shook his head. "No, you probably have your own reasons."
Renamon seemed to cheer up as they Holy Angemon guided her through the forest.
"But those who will confess will be saved."
Renamon playfully punched him on the shoulder saying. "You are too, curious."
He smiled and rubbed the back of his head as he talked. "Was it that obvious?"
The two new friends walked together heading for Holy Angemon's house.
Back at Uracho Village…
Flamedramon stared at the nocturnal sky in a daze. He eyed each star while lying on the cold, coarse tiles of the roof forgetting about the entire world so he can rest there without any care of what's happening outside of his mind. He unconsciously moved his hand over his stomach. He muttered the only memory that wouldn't leave him in peace.
"Renamon."
His eyes shot open and his memory of everything else came back when a rock ricochet of his mask and reawaken him from his stupor.
"Ugh? What the crap?" he sat up just when another rock flew into his face.
"Grrrr. What the crap!" Flamedramon peered over the side of the building to scan the streets for the annoying artillery when another rock hit him in the nose.
"Damn it!" he yelled as a vein appeared on his head.
"Oh! He's alive. You were right." The Digimon gave his friend some money and the other one took it and left. The Digimon turned back to Flamedramon and said in a calm manner. "Wow, you look like your angry."
Flamedramon's vein got bigger as he started yelled. "Of course I look angry, you kept pelting me with rocks!"
Upon further inspection, Flamedramon could see a Vajiramon standing in the streets holding another rock just in case he didn't wake up. Crowds of Digimon walked past him caring torches that illuminated the damp streets below.
"What's going on?" He spoke with more curiosity than aggravation.
The bull replied. "That's what I've been trying to wake you up for. Head to the gallows a joyous occasion is taking place."
Vajiramon galloped onward without another word leaving Flamedramon to ponder as he leapt down to the street.
"Something is happening at the scaffold." The memory of the Boltmon flashed in his mind.
"Joyous occasion." He mumbled with uncertainty
It didn't take long for Flamedramon to make it to the town's gallows. When he arrived, the bazaar was teeming with every Digimon in the village and Flamedramon could hardly get to the second row.
He looked up toward the scaffold that elevated high enough so every one could see the Boltmon standing to the side of the ramp impatiently.
Flamedramon averted his eyes to a small snickering coming from his shoulder. A little, mouse Digimon resting on his shoulder.
"A KumbKiramon? What's happening?" He demanded in a harsh voice.
The little mouse Deva snickered even more as he started talking. "We caught one…we caught… a human."
Flamedramon's eyes widen in shock and stares back to the gallows intensely.
With Renamon…
"I'm surprised at how badly he was beat up when I arrived."
"Huh? The Were Garurumon?" Renamon recalled.
"Yes, It looks like he was about to die."
Renamon looked at Holy Angemon. " Well, Renamons are naturally good fighters and I've been training for awhile."
Holy Angemon noticed a small hook on Renamon's collar. He then pulled out something from his pocket and examined it closely. "Hmmmmm?"
"What are you looking at?" She poked.
Holy Angemon looked back at her in wonder.
"Hey uh… this wouldn't happen to be yours would it?"
Holy Angemon revealed the object to be the emerald she threw earlier. He saw Renamon's face flash with happiness for a short-lived second before depression replaced it.
"Yes, how did you know?" She said with a petite voice.
A little taken back by the sudden change in attitude Holy Angemon grudgingly pointed out. "Well the hook looks like it fits your collar, and the jewel glows brighter the closer it is to you."
With more confidence he spoke. "In fact it guided me to you."
Renamon was now deep in thought from his latest statement. "Was Flamedramon watching over me?"
Renamon's awareness came back when the angel abruptly stopped her.
"We're here!" he said to cheer her up, however now that he thinks about it a sweat drop appeared on his head as Renamon examined his home with a deadpan face.
Holy Angemon's home was a clearing paved with white, stone tiles. There were no walls; no one would be able to distinguish the starting or ending point of the living room and kitchen, columns outlined where there should be the outside walls and supported a second floor, there were floating tiles that led up to the next floor that had more columns where the outer walls should be.
Deeply embarrassed that Renamon might question why an angel of his prestige lives in such a place, he asks. "Sooo, how did you get such a beautiful jewel?"
Renamon sat down on the couch with the emerald in hand. She closed her hands over it blocking the light emanating from it.
"Flamedramon gave it to me." She said with a soft and barely audible voice.
Trying to cheer her mood, he cheerfully said. "I guess this Flamedramon character is a really good gu-"
"No! Flamedramon doesn't care who gets hurt; he doesn't care about his duties to the sovereigns, whom he steals from, or who he lies to! He only cares about himself."
Holy Angemon, who was in complete shock, noticed tears in her eyes as she continues.
"Please, Flamedramon. I want to forgive you. Prove to me that you are good!"
Flamedramon's ear twitched when an image of Renamon popped into his mind.
'Please.'
KumbKiramon interrupted his thoughts with an exciting hiss.
"Hey, pay attention they're coming!"
Flamedramon swatted the mouse Deva away to annoy someone else. The same Vajiramon walked down an opening in the crowd. He held a chain in one hand and pushed the cloaked human with the other. The unfortunate soul was just shorter than Flamedramon.
The crowd started booing and throwing stuff at the individual. Flamedramon was the only on there that held sympathy for the human. A rock flew by him and struck the human being across the forehead.
Flamedramon's heart skipped a beat as the hood came off when the human fell to the floor. The mob kept booing as Flamedramon stared at a weak woman with long golden hair and green eyes. Her eyes were however dim and seemed to stare right threw him.
The roar of the crowd turned to whispers as she fell on top of the scaffold. She made a short moan of pain when Boltmon placed a foot on her.
Flamedramon concealed his anger as Boltmon spoke. "Digimon of the south, rejoice for we have caught a human who has stumbled into or world!"
The crowd roared again in cheers, all except Flamedramon. Everything became silent before Boltmon spoke again.
"The human-scum wants to destroy our very way of life and turn you all into slaves! This is our enemy!"
He took of his foot and lifted her by her hair. Every Digimon roared or snarled, but Flamedramon growled at Boltmon.
Letting the girl fall to her knees he started talking again.
"Remember we are the Digimon of the South Sovereign, humans are the enemy, and by Zhuqiaomon's law all human scum will be slaughtered.
A rush of panic enveloped him as Boltmon's axe raised high above his head
"Battle Tomahawk!" With a mighty swing, the axe came down fast.
Chink the sound of metals clashing ringed throughout the stunned crowd.
"WHAT!" Boltmon yelled
Flamedramon was on all four above the fallen girl. The attack left a small scar over the crest of courage.
The girl's eyes were no longer hollow anymore, but her eyes slowly turned to face Flamedramon's with insufferable gloom.
"A traitor among us? Why are you helping a human? Her kind will bring ruin to everything."
"Oh yeah." He growled. "Like none of us can picture YOU doing that."
"Insolence!" he yelled as he drew his axe back.
Flamedramon stood up to face Boltmon and crossed his gauntlets above him.
"Tomahawk Steiner!" The axe came down again and stopped with Flamedramon's guard. Although the force of the blow felt like the actual attack went through his body.
Boltmon took a step back from the bleeding dragon to a normal stance and reequipped the axe to his back. He began to laugh in triumph as he pointed to the girl below him.
Flamedramon turned around in horror to see the woman bleeding and breathing heavily.
"NO!" Flamedramon picked up the weak woman and held her close to his stomach. The mob broke out into riot.
Boltmon's voice pierced threw the disturbance. "How can you, a Digimon, fight for a human?"
"Because I'm not like any of you."
"What makes you so different than us, because you have been chosen by Zhuqiaomon?" Flamedramon gave away a surprised expression. "Hahaha. Yes, I know all about your little quest. Do you think a high follower of my stature would not have heard about this? I'll kill you and take over your duty to serve my master."
"You can have this damn job, that's fine, but if you think that you're going to kill me then you're dead wrong." The blue dragon leapt over the crowd with the female in his arms. The executioner watched him sprint along the rooftops heading for the angel's floating island.
Turning to the mass of swarming Digimon, Boltmon raised his axe and announced. "This travesty will not be tolerated. I will hunt down the human-scum and Digimon-traitor, then execute them both!"
Flamedramon dashed through the forest with the girl in his arms.
In his dream on the roof, he remembered Jijimons appearance only this time it was a dark room. Jijimon tried to speak, but no words were audible. Upon his disappearance, words formed out of mist. 'Between the town and the island lives a healer.'
He glanced down at the heavily breathing women in confusion. 'What is with this girl? I can't smell her blood.'
"Why did you save me?" she whispered
Before he could even think of an answer of why he would the girl fell unconscious.
Flamedramon started running faster. He could tell he was getting close.
"Renamon…Wake up…Renamon… hurry you've got to wake up."
Holy Angemon shook Renamon by the shoulder until she sat up on the couch to rub her grogginess away from her eyes.
"What's going on Holy Angemon?" She looked up to see him ready with his Excalibur ready.
Holy Angemon explained in a serious tone. "Quickly, disappear. We have uninvited guests heading this way."
Renamon grumbled from her interrupted sleep as she rubbed her eyes again. "Alright but I'll be watching."
The fox vanished in thin air as Holy Angemon stepped out of the house and materialized an Angemon's staff in his hands. He placed his palms on each end of the staff and as he compressed it the staff shrunk until his hands clapped together and he started praying. His whole house started glowing with a gold light. Soon, walls replaced the columns; a roof added to the transformation spell, Renamon sat on the edge of the roof to observe the area. By the time the chant finished, the whole house looked normal.
Renamon became invisible to the eye. She watched as Holy Angemon prepared himself for anything.
Holy Angemon stepped back into battle position as a blue and red flash jumped out of the trees and landed before him.
"Please she needs your help! Save her!" The dragon begged.
Both Holy Angemon and Renamon were in complete baffle.
"R-Right this way hurry." The angel stammered.
Holy Angemon lead him up to a vacant room on the second floor where Flamedramon lad her across a bed. Flamedramon watched as a healing aura appeared around her in a bubble when Holy Angemon placed his hands above her.
"Step out of the room, I need to concentrate on this."
Flamedramon left the room with out any objections. A half-hour passed before Holy Angemon emerged from the bedroom.
"Do you need healing too?" The angel asked with concern.
"No thanks. I heal pretty fast these days." Flamedramon said as he stood up from the bench.
"Tell me. Why would you help a human?"
Flamedramon glared at him with angry eyes.
"Oh, forgive me. I don't want to give the wrong impression." He said stepping back with a goofy grin.
Flamedramon sighed and looked back to him with relief. "No, I'm sorry. I just heard enough of that question for one day…thank you."
"You can go and see her now."
Flamedramon stopped as he past Holy Angemon. "You shouldn't act silly like you do. I already know just by standing around you that your more powerful than at first glance."
"Oh thanks, but I don't understand where you're getting at." He said as he rubbed the back of his head and gave of a goofy smile again.
Flamedramon closed the door behind him. Once the door clicked, Holy Angemon felt a light brush of air against his wings.
"He doesn't seem as bad as you say."
Renamon gave him a serious look. "What did he mean, more powerful than at first glance?"
Holy Angemon guided Renamon down stairs.
Flamedramon grabbed one of the wet towels and cleaned off the blood from his stomach. He threw it in a basket full of towels that Holy Angemon used to clean up the girl. He stood by the bed in deep thought of the situation.
The girl's soft breathing disrupted his thoughts. She rolled to one side allowing Flamedramon to spot something unusual on her back. Flamedramon reached to her white dressing gown and tore a small hole in it with one of his claws. A white angelic wing unfolded out of the robe and wrapped around her body comforting her.
The girl sat up to face him while clutching on to her only wing. Her eyes gazed upon Flamedramon's with timidity. "Now that you know, you aren't going to do anything to me, are you?"
"No, no don't worry. Are you an Angewomon?"
The girl waved her head side to side.
"Are you a human?"
The girl hid behind her wing and started to trace her finger along the feathers. "I doubt."
"Why do you only have one right angelic wing?"
"I don't know." She said with tears appearing in her eyes.
"Can you remember anything at all?" He asked with more of a strict tone.
The girl fell on her side and wrapped her arms around her legs that she positioned over her chest. Her wing folded over her entire body as she muffled her lament.
A cold sadness filled Flamedramon. In the silence, he stared down at the confused woman and shortly left her to allow her to rest peacefully.
Making his way downstairs he stepped into the kitchen where spotted Holy Angemon heating up three pots of instant ramen.
"Magna Angemon what are her injuries." He asked with a harsh voice
"Well, besides the cut across her chest, I saw that she had a bruise a cross her head, on her back she had been whipped-"
"You saw the wing." He interrupted
Holy Angemon turned to face Flamedramon. "It's kind of hard to miss something like that." He spoke in an equally firm voice.
"Then Boltmon couldn't possibly have missed that since they tortured her. He kept raving on about how humans are the enemy while all along he knew he what he was going to behead wasn't a human." He growled that Boltmon's face came to mind.
Sensing his anger, Holy Angemon was worried that an angry dragon might break something. "Now, now. I think torture is a strong word here."
Flamedramon calmed down to speak. "You should have heard the confusion and timidity in her voice when I asked her about what happened."
Holy Angemon became serious as he spoke. "You two talked about her condition."
Flamedramon froze for a split-second when he sensed the sudden change in his attitude. "Yes."
"Excuse me. I must check something of her."
Flamedramon watched as Holy Angemon walked up the stairs. When he was no longer in view he spoke again. "I'm sorry."
Renamon appeared behind him with her arms crossed. "You're not going to steal from him too, are you?"
The dragon sighed. "I'm sorry, isn't that what you wanted to hear?"
"Why do you steal all the time? It's wrong." She inquisitively asked.
A pause filled the air. At that time, the only thing that they could hear was the sound of their breathing.
"…It was practice."
Flamedramon could tell that unless he could give a good explanation, Renamon was going to angry at him.
"PRACTICE FOR WHAT!" She screamed
"The x-antibodies… Beelzemon's version."
Renamon started calming down as his words replayed in her head.
"Why would you need them? Were you infected with the x-virus?"
"No."
"Then you did it for power." She said with a hurt and dissatisfied tone.
"Wait! Hear the rest out. There's more." He said with a pleading voice.
His voice became said and grim as he continued.
"It's all because of the war a several years ago."
Puzzled, Renamon cut in remembering. "Hold on. I think Holy Angemon said something about a war earlier."
"I don't doubt it, every Digimon that wasn't a kid was band together for the war. Everyone was up against an army that was ruthless in battle."
Renamon timidly asked. "Was there only two armies?"
Flamedramon sat against a wall and stared at nothing in particular, when Renamon sat beside him and leaned against his shoulder. Renamon knew all wars were sad and this one was no exception.
Renamon was about to talk when Flamedramon started speaking.
"There were three factions, The Sovereigns army, the angels, and the devils."
Renamon asked. "Why are the angels and the devils separate from the Sovereigns army?"
Flamedramon looked up to the ceiling lights as he continued. "The devils are evil, insolent basterds and attack naïve villagers, so they didn't care if any of the sovereigns would try to command them to stop. Seraphimon, being the leader of the angels, gave up life to Zhuqiaomon in exchange for his people's freedom. That's why he's an elder of the Sovereigns while his people are free."
Flamedramon sighed with a heavy breath while recalling what happened.
"Segregation swept our troops to prevent skirmishes across the army. Hatred divided our army into three while the monsters spawned from the x-virus attacked as one pitiless army. My friend and I fought in the sovereigns group. The four godly Digimon gave everyone the power to evolve to his or her mega level, so my friend became a War Greymon. During the end of the battle, we discovered that the x-virus infected the infamous D-reaper and it appeared on the battlefield. Its sight alone damaged our morale. Then that's when Zhuqaiomon committed the most loathsome of all crimes. As he flew over us, he randomly sucked data from the dead and lively bodies of the Digimon."
Flamedramon's became dark and he slid his helmet forward so Renamon could not see his eyes through the holes in his mask. "I watched in horror as my greatest friend's torment continued. He fell down clutching his neck and gasping for air as his life and data drained from his body to serve that devil birds purpose. Before War Greymon died he handed me his crest."
Flamedramon slid off his right gauntlet so Renamon could take his hand. "The crest of courage engraved itself into my right palm like a scar."
"I'm not sure what its there for, good luck, a forget-me-not, or a dark reminder of that day. After a third of our troops were lost to Zhuqaiomon, he fired it as destructive energy which annihilated our enemy completely, but some of our men and women were in the kill-zone."
Renamon began to cry as she saw tears flowing down from behind Flamedramon's mask.
He began to smile in a sinister way with his eyes hidden. "That's why I stole the antibody, so I can become strong enough to watch him beg as I tear his throat out with his own beak." He smiled even more at the thought of his dark and sadistic pleasure.
His last sentence and behavior scared her. She started crying and buried her face in him. "No! No Flamedramon that's just you're anger and sorrow talking. Please, don't say those things, they frighten me. I feel like I'm losing you to darkness."
Renamon sat up on her knees as she fixed his helmet revealing his diluted eyes. She drew him into a kiss while tears flowed freely from the both of them.
The overpowering smell of death, suffering, and blood filled the air, however Beelzemon was used to it.
He killed the motor in Behemoth as he got off his bike. Looking around he saw blood coating all the houses and buildings. Beelzemon looked up to see an ocean of data particles flying above him, so thick that the sky was no longer visible. He would have absorbed it but the data looked so polluted that anyone who would be foolish enough to do so would suffer and die horribly.
As he walked through the streets, there was no noise but the little splashes his boots mad as he walked through the crimson street.
Upon entering the center of the village, he saw a giant tree towering above every other building. What he saw disgusted even one who has been around death as much as he has. The shapes of Digimon were protruding out of the trunk as if they were trying to escape their horrible fate. Their data leaked out of the leaves of the trees and added more to the tainted sky.
Small gasping sounds reached Beelzemon's ears as he searched around the tree. He found roots wrapping around a helpless and small Betamon halfway consuming him whole.
Beelzemon crouched down face to face with him. "Who did this to you?"
"Help me." The poor thing begged.
He talked with a constant, unsympathetic voice "Tell me who did this to you?"
"F-F-Flamedramon." He stammered out of fear of dying.
Beelzemon stood up and pointed a gun at Betamon's head.
His eyes widen in terror. "NO. NO" Bang
The Betamon disintegrated into data as the roots of the tree let go of the rest of him.
The bike came around to pick him up. As he hopped on, it carried him all the way to the North Gate. He parked his bike once again to pick up a sign. Blood dripped of the signboard as he read.
"Hm, Kokure Village."
At the gate, black wings sprouted from his back as he turned around to face the town.
"Chaos Flare!" His modified gun stamped out the town in an explosion as Beelzemon left on his bike.