A Future Free of The Heartless Tyrant (MPC 57X[54A])
Dec 10, 2018 3:43:47 GMT
Post by DracNos on Dec 10, 2018 3:43:47 GMT
"Huh. Real dark in here." was the first thought to cross the small vampire's mind, as they wandered through what seemed to be an endless, black void. No matter where he looked, using the eyes stuck squarely in his palms, eternally staring ahead, unless, of course, he closed his hands, which was his equivalent to blinking. He strolled around, aimlessly as always, turning around, walking backwards, sideways, he even tried turning into a swarm of bats and to fly straight up. He never even found a roof, and once he turned back to normal, the ground was only about five feet below him. He landed, staring around, once more, "Hey, so... This is a neat prank and all, but, uh, when's the punchline?" He asked the space, now believing that perhaps someone was controlling this space to toy with him.
Hearing no response, he crossed his arms and dropped down to his backside, "Well, I won't move unless you show me." He decreed, resolutely. It's not like he couldn't waste his own time in his mind, imagining fun stuff, like... different ways to clobber jerks of the world, new, fun pranks he could pull on people. Why he was unable to-wait, not that, not right now. How much time had passed? It was impossible to tell, he never carried stuff like watches on his person. That did remind him; he could see himself in this void, so it was not utterly devoid of light. It just seemed the walls and the floor absorbed light, and since he didn't... wait. DracNos paused, there was someone else here. He stood up, turning around casually and bringing his hands up to take a look at the other. It was humanoid, but definitely not a human. It had a humanoid body and seemed to be entirely human. Not one he recognized, though, at least, not from behind.
He strolled up to the human, from behind, as he had done many times before. He was never really concerned about humans deducing whether or not he was a digimon, as he had learned many humans immediately assumed him to be just some child in an odd costume, as the idea of a vampire made out of ones and zeroes was understandably less plausible than a kid who liked to dress up. His eyes assumed the same glazed behavior as they usually do, a precaution just in case the moving eyes of his hands could scare a human off. "Hey. How'd you end up here?" He asked, catching the human's attention. As they turned to face him, Drac felt something was... off. First of all, he couldn't really make out their face, although his vision did suffer when he was pretending his eyes weren't real, but he could definitely sense the pressure emanating from that person. Were they mad about something? Humans were always pretty weird, in DracNos's opinion, but this one seemed quite special.
He couldn't help but recall that one priest girl who hated his guts from the moment they met. Not really important to the matter at hand, but whatever. His suspicions were worsened when the human spoke. Much more that bothered him was exactly how they responded. They recoiled, and took a step back, in genuine horror. "No... Monster! Go away!" Drac tilted his head, what was up with them? "Hey, come on-" He started, stepping forward, before the person turned and sprinted away, fading into the darkness. "...?" Drac stood, bewildered, at that behavior. He then sensed another presence, which yelled at him; "Begone, foul beast! Your corruption ends here!" He turned, spying another humanoid form: It was way too tall to be human, however, and it wore a bunch of white clothing, had wings and wore a weird helmet. Drac raised his arms a bit higher, "Hey, yo, blind justice guy, I'm no monster, I'm just a-" "Silence, fiend! Everyone can see you, you filthy, soulless abomination!" The angel lunged forward, thrusting a giant stick filled with holy energy at the rookie level.
"Hold on a second...!" He cried, parrying it with a...sword of ice? Where'd he get this? Well, he could defend himself, now, at least. The angemon was relentless in it's attacks, but even so, it was pretty easy to avoid. After about a minute of avoiding it's attacks, Drac got irritated. "That's it! We're done!" He stated, bringing up one of his arms in a gesture upwards, as the angemon staggered from a parry, as the vampire rushed forward, slashing the angel repeatedly, leaving them collapsing on the ground. "Man, he was rude..." he muttered, before his attention was stolen once more. "Angemon, no!" A familiar voice cried out from nearby. It was the human from before, although they seemed... a lot smaller, now. Not to mention, they were now surrounded by other humans and what looked to be more digimon. "Hey, come on! He attacked me!" He cried, or at least, he wanted to say that, but it came out as "Behold, fools! This is what happens when you challenge me!" Huh? Why'd he say that? "You all... need to run... you are destined to defeat him...! You must escape...!" The angemon grunted, as he struggled to stand, obviously intent on continuing fighting.
"You idiot..." Drac muttered, readying his blade, once more. "Don't die! Angemon!" The human cried, running to his side. As the human leaped to embrace the angel, a brilliant flash of light illuminated the darkness. They were in a castle, very dreary looking, like whoever designed it was pretty full of themselves, and fashioned themselves some sort of demon lord. What a jerk. The world flashed back to focus, as the angelic form revealed itself. It's golden wings blinded the vampire lord, forcing him to recoil. Not to mention, their power now eclipsed his own, in every respect. Such a dramatic increase of power... "Prepare to face our might, monster!" The seraphimon declared, gathering his energy into his hands, "No... wait...!" Was all he could croak, before his foe launched an immense holy attack, "Strike of the Seven Stars!!" They roared, as time compressed around the vampire. "This... is my fate...?"
Was it possible? His whole life, lived in such a mediocre way... just to stand in these digidestined's way, to justify their existence...? His end did not frighten him, but the thought that his existence had been predetermined to fall to those "heroes" caused DracNos to sit up, from his sleep, letting out an uncharacteristically despair-ridden yell, as his grip was lost on the blackened tree he had been sleeping upon, letting him fall to the ground. He stared up at the black sky, lost in new thoughts he couldn't possibly comprehend. This was the first time he felt fear of any sort, although it was not a physical one, which may explain how he could feel it to begin with. This fear resided in the fact that that was no dream, it was the reality of his future. The only question he hadn't the strength to answer was this... Could he be strong enough to change this? Was the prophecy set in stone? He clutched his head, a familiar frustration filling his mind now, as he felt that same knawing feeling... the feeling of being unable to comprehend something. Something being so hopelessly beyond him.
(End)
MPC 54A
Requested Reward: Beli
Hearing no response, he crossed his arms and dropped down to his backside, "Well, I won't move unless you show me." He decreed, resolutely. It's not like he couldn't waste his own time in his mind, imagining fun stuff, like... different ways to clobber jerks of the world, new, fun pranks he could pull on people. Why he was unable to-wait, not that, not right now. How much time had passed? It was impossible to tell, he never carried stuff like watches on his person. That did remind him; he could see himself in this void, so it was not utterly devoid of light. It just seemed the walls and the floor absorbed light, and since he didn't... wait. DracNos paused, there was someone else here. He stood up, turning around casually and bringing his hands up to take a look at the other. It was humanoid, but definitely not a human. It had a humanoid body and seemed to be entirely human. Not one he recognized, though, at least, not from behind.
He strolled up to the human, from behind, as he had done many times before. He was never really concerned about humans deducing whether or not he was a digimon, as he had learned many humans immediately assumed him to be just some child in an odd costume, as the idea of a vampire made out of ones and zeroes was understandably less plausible than a kid who liked to dress up. His eyes assumed the same glazed behavior as they usually do, a precaution just in case the moving eyes of his hands could scare a human off. "Hey. How'd you end up here?" He asked, catching the human's attention. As they turned to face him, Drac felt something was... off. First of all, he couldn't really make out their face, although his vision did suffer when he was pretending his eyes weren't real, but he could definitely sense the pressure emanating from that person. Were they mad about something? Humans were always pretty weird, in DracNos's opinion, but this one seemed quite special.
He couldn't help but recall that one priest girl who hated his guts from the moment they met. Not really important to the matter at hand, but whatever. His suspicions were worsened when the human spoke. Much more that bothered him was exactly how they responded. They recoiled, and took a step back, in genuine horror. "No... Monster! Go away!" Drac tilted his head, what was up with them? "Hey, come on-" He started, stepping forward, before the person turned and sprinted away, fading into the darkness. "...?" Drac stood, bewildered, at that behavior. He then sensed another presence, which yelled at him; "Begone, foul beast! Your corruption ends here!" He turned, spying another humanoid form: It was way too tall to be human, however, and it wore a bunch of white clothing, had wings and wore a weird helmet. Drac raised his arms a bit higher, "Hey, yo, blind justice guy, I'm no monster, I'm just a-" "Silence, fiend! Everyone can see you, you filthy, soulless abomination!" The angel lunged forward, thrusting a giant stick filled with holy energy at the rookie level.
"Hold on a second...!" He cried, parrying it with a...sword of ice? Where'd he get this? Well, he could defend himself, now, at least. The angemon was relentless in it's attacks, but even so, it was pretty easy to avoid. After about a minute of avoiding it's attacks, Drac got irritated. "That's it! We're done!" He stated, bringing up one of his arms in a gesture upwards, as the angemon staggered from a parry, as the vampire rushed forward, slashing the angel repeatedly, leaving them collapsing on the ground. "Man, he was rude..." he muttered, before his attention was stolen once more. "Angemon, no!" A familiar voice cried out from nearby. It was the human from before, although they seemed... a lot smaller, now. Not to mention, they were now surrounded by other humans and what looked to be more digimon. "Hey, come on! He attacked me!" He cried, or at least, he wanted to say that, but it came out as "Behold, fools! This is what happens when you challenge me!" Huh? Why'd he say that? "You all... need to run... you are destined to defeat him...! You must escape...!" The angemon grunted, as he struggled to stand, obviously intent on continuing fighting.
"You idiot..." Drac muttered, readying his blade, once more. "Don't die! Angemon!" The human cried, running to his side. As the human leaped to embrace the angel, a brilliant flash of light illuminated the darkness. They were in a castle, very dreary looking, like whoever designed it was pretty full of themselves, and fashioned themselves some sort of demon lord. What a jerk. The world flashed back to focus, as the angelic form revealed itself. It's golden wings blinded the vampire lord, forcing him to recoil. Not to mention, their power now eclipsed his own, in every respect. Such a dramatic increase of power... "Prepare to face our might, monster!" The seraphimon declared, gathering his energy into his hands, "No... wait...!" Was all he could croak, before his foe launched an immense holy attack, "Strike of the Seven Stars!!" They roared, as time compressed around the vampire. "This... is my fate...?"
Was it possible? His whole life, lived in such a mediocre way... just to stand in these digidestined's way, to justify their existence...? His end did not frighten him, but the thought that his existence had been predetermined to fall to those "heroes" caused DracNos to sit up, from his sleep, letting out an uncharacteristically despair-ridden yell, as his grip was lost on the blackened tree he had been sleeping upon, letting him fall to the ground. He stared up at the black sky, lost in new thoughts he couldn't possibly comprehend. This was the first time he felt fear of any sort, although it was not a physical one, which may explain how he could feel it to begin with. This fear resided in the fact that that was no dream, it was the reality of his future. The only question he hadn't the strength to answer was this... Could he be strong enough to change this? Was the prophecy set in stone? He clutched his head, a familiar frustration filling his mind now, as he felt that same knawing feeling... the feeling of being unable to comprehend something. Something being so hopelessly beyond him.
(End)
MPC 54A
Requested Reward: Beli
