Author Notes:
This is a short story one day I felt like writing, it was the beginning of how I started writing Digimon Fanfics.
It was a simple idea to use Lilithmon, a Demon Lord with pretty interesting abilities and a very unexplored lore.
There isn't too much to it to be honest, I simply couldn't take Lilithmon out of my mind at the time, so I did it by writing about her XD.
I'm pretty attached to this little ugly thing, since it pretty much started my "career" as a writer.
Falling in Sheol
I had always been covered in vice.
During my life I have been nothing but selfish, putting myself above all others.
Stealing, killing, betraying…
When my time came, there wasn't even a doubt in Anubimon about where I belonged.
Falling into the Dark Area, I thought I would be able to go wild, do whatever I wanted without anyone to stop me.
A fool from beginning to end.
In the world out of the reach of God, my last chance on life was quickly taken away by those far older and far more wicked than me.
The things I did were nothing compared to what others did, but I was too foolish to understand that in time.
As my life was taken away and my data used as nourishment, I thought that I would vanish forever, having thrown away my eternity for foolish impulses and petty desires.
But that wasn't the end.
I woke up in a place of pure darkness.
A world with non and with infinite space, where an eternity passed in an instant that lasted forever.
I couldn't feel anything, neither the world, my body, my emotions, nor even my thoughts and beliefs.
I tried to move, to go somewhere, anywhere, but I lacked the strength to do so.
With my memory being the only remnants of myself I had, I tried to call out to my powers, spread a swarm of bats to explore the place, to find something, but nothing happened.
As if everything was taken away from, I was left only with my memories, to ponder about my life without even being able to gloat, repent, learn or accept, since my own thoughts and beliefs were stripped away.
Only memories were left.
I was only memories.
And eternity passed, that could have been far longer or far shorter than I thought, and I started to notice it.
The eyes watching over me.
The eyes watching over everyone here.
I could feel it's gaze, I could feel it's hands, it's entire body touching me.
This wasn't any type of physical contact, nor it was really watching me, but I could feel it.
And I could feel it laugh.
Laughing at me, laughing at us, laughing at the world, laughing at god, and laughing at itself.
It was the most beautiful and terrifying laugh I have ever heard, and I could feel it wash over my very existence.
As if I was given back my emotions, I could feel fear and fascination.
As if the only thing I had the right to feel was fear and fascination, I was given back only those emotions.
An eternity of fear of such a terrible laugh, and eternity of fascination for such a beautiful laugh.
I could feel in the pitiful remnants that I was, that it was what was destined for me.
But I was wrong.
For the first time, I felt like it looked at me.
This time, it really looked at me.
With eyes so terrifying and beautiful that shooks my entire existence.
With a voice so terrifying and beautiful that froze my entire existence.
I could hear her words.
"You'll do decently enough"
Suddenly, I could feel myself being dragged out of this infinite and small world.
Everything that I was coming back.
My emotions, my thoughts, my beliefs, everything except my body came back to me.
And then, I saw it.
Resting in her palm, I was faced by a goddess, a being made of pure love, of pure hatred, of pure lust, of pure beauty, and of pure evil.
The fear and fascination I could feel before was nothing compared to what I felt now.
I was faced with the most primal fear any living being could ever feel, being faced by an absolute being of absolute wickedness.
I was faced with the most primal fascination any living being could ever feel, being faced by an absolute being of absolute beauty.
I could feel what it wanted in my core, for what purpose it took me out from the world of the dead that covered it's body as the most beautiful and corrupt silk.
It wanted a slave.
It didn't matter who it was, as long as it had the capacity to follow orders.
Loyalty wasn't a question.
Nobody would dare defy it.
I was then delicately and mercilessly placed inside someone.
A Human boy, no less.
I don't know who he was, or why he defied it, but it wanted to punish it by turning him into it's slave.
But not any slave, but one capable of fighting in it's name, while suffering every moment of it.
And as it wanted, I entered it's body and our souls were forcefully connected.
All my memories, all my power, all my fear and fascination were pushed into him.
His body twisted and changed, becoming less him and more me, until it was both.
He could see through our eyes, he could feel through our skin, he could speak through my mouth, but he couldn't overtake me.
He was in control, but he could only do what I would do.
And so, he knelt.
Filled with my fear and fascination, tears down his face.
He…
We…
Looked up to it.
And it laughed, in a terrifying and beautiful voice.
I swore my eternal loyalty out of fear and fascination.
He swore his eternal hate out of a desire for vengeance.
But no sound escaped our lips, for we have no right to speak to it.
Author Notes:
I can't remember exactly, but I think I wrote this thing in about half an hour a few years ago.
It makes me feel nostalgic XD.
A Comment I received on my long story "Digimon Ghost Strike" (Waves at Ikaika) said that they would like to see me write more things than Digimon Ghost Strife, so I thought of publishing the other things I wrote.
They aren't many, after this I think I only have about 5 things to publish, but better than nothing XD.
So I'll be publishing them in the order I wrote them, so there is a clear line showing how I progressed from writing terribly to writing only mostly terribly.
See ya next week!