Sister's Requiem [MPC 105E]
May 11, 2023 5:36:31 GMT
Post by Moxie on May 11, 2023 5:36:31 GMT
The skies above the digital world roiled and rumbled as the data of the ground cracked apart into fissures of black lightning that bore into the earth itself. What was once lush forests, home to many Digimon, has been reduced to a wasteland of fire that didn't have enough warmth to even cast light. The world was upside down, an oxymoron, a sick joke. An army of malevolence was seen on the horizon, everywhere they stepped leaving a trail of darkness in their wake. As those who dared to oppose this coming force looked on from the remaining roiling hills of green grass, they knew that they were the only thing left between him and his goal. The one who plunged the Digital World into this nightmare, the one who had topped the heavens just days before. The one they call Moxius, The Undertaker of the Dark Area.
Tamers braced themselves, as the mere march of the horde they face shook the earth into violent tremors. Their Digimon clung to them, making sure they were safe amidst the chaos that was befalling them. Little was even known about this strange force, much less their leader. They say he was wronged in the past by the heavens, and this is his recompense on them. If that was indeed true, what could anyone could have done to drive a Digimon to such lengths? Whatever ever his motivations, the evil that this creature has wrought upon the world threatened to become unmanageable. The heroes would all hold tight to their digivices, preparing to do what must be done.
As the dark cloud grew ever closer to the heroes' position, the black mass of figures that had all congealed together with the black plume of death that lingered behind them began to separate into distinguishable silhouettes. The figures of Digimon of various shapes, sizes, and levels all marched towards them, hardly even acknowledging that there was a force there to stop them. They trekked steadily, as if they were nothing but an oncoming tsunami rather than an army, sweeping across the horizon as the Tamers' weary eyes could travel. The dull roar of voices from the army was eerie, a unified cry of horror that threaten to drown out the fleeing screams of the Digimon attempting to escape them.
The force grew closer and closer, and as they did the tension of the Tamers grew ever more. The fear was palpable in the air, so thick that it may just suffocate them before the army even crossed them. A few left with their Digimon, and those who stayed hardly blamed them. The image moving towards them was so surreal and frightening that even Mega Level Digimon didn't like their odds against it. Though, looking at the numerous terrified faces of the fleeing In-Training and Baby level Digimon criss crossing their paths as they weaved between their legs to safety, the bravest of the tamers stood their ground.
The horde was close now, close enough to smell the awful stench of brimstone and charcoal that had stuck to their bodies over the course of their march. Ashes began wafting over the sky, blackening it ever further until they small slivers of sunlight that struggled to fight through were blocked. Their eyes all shone now. The entire army with mouths flapping and feet marching all hollered at once, and what once was a cacophony of formless sound became something worse. It became a song, one sung by what sounded like every one of the invaders at once. Of course there weren't all quite in unison, but the words began to ring out eerily.
"And Now We Sing Ourselves To Sleep,
Beneath the Stone And Silver Sleet,
The Floor is Cold And The World Is Too Dark To See,
But I Am Warm 'Cause You're With Me.
The Fire Smolders At Our Feet,
The Light Dies Faster Than We Dream,
But It's Alright Because I Know That You Will Be,
Right Here To Sing This Song To Me."
The melody was sung in a low, haunting tune, its dull roar seeping into the heart of anyone who was still there to listen. The lyrics were innocent, childlike even, like something you would sing to a child before bedtime. However the way in which it was sung made it clear that this was a song that had lost its innocent meaning. Even those who had no idea of the motives of this attacker beforehand felt the emotion this song carried. This tune wasn't one of hate or greed, this was a requiem fueled by grief.
Near the center of the incoming horde marched an orderly section of Digimon, all of whom held up a large palanquin upon their shoulders as they did so. Within this black and purple carriage was a lanky figure, his legs crossed and him looking out of the window towards the carnage befalling the world just outside of it. He hummed along to the tune, he may have even looked whimsical if it wasn't for his domineering presence. His long, jet black horns bobbing with his head as he followed the tune longingly.
"Eda, how I would like to see you look upon this view with me. I'm sure you would've found it as beautiful as I do." The Digimon shifted back to an upright position, turning his head to the left as if he were gazing into the eyes of someone who wasn't there. "They're all singing our song. Remember when we wrote that together? He'd look to the floor now, almost bashfully. "We made it so that we wouldn't be afraid of the dark, remember?" Again his head shifted, looking out into the inky cloud that loomed above the army as they continued to march. "it's ironic, is it not? You're only gone now because they decided to take us from our darkness. And now they will all meet the same fate as you did." The figure just managed to get that sentence out before there was a knock on the door of his palanquin. A hearty voice soon followed it, saying "My Lord, we're approaching the last enemy barracks now, you should be here If we're gonna finish this." "Yeah come on! We got some human lackeys to thrash!" The voices trailed off soon after, leaving the figure alone with his thoughts once more. "Well Sis, I guess that is my queue..." The Digimon stood up, and began to open the door of the palanquin, before stopping for one final moment. "Even if this is the end...I'm glad I get to hear our song one last time. Wait for me, I'll be with you soon enough." These words were spoken, as this figure stepped into the light one last time.
End
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Tamers braced themselves, as the mere march of the horde they face shook the earth into violent tremors. Their Digimon clung to them, making sure they were safe amidst the chaos that was befalling them. Little was even known about this strange force, much less their leader. They say he was wronged in the past by the heavens, and this is his recompense on them. If that was indeed true, what could anyone could have done to drive a Digimon to such lengths? Whatever ever his motivations, the evil that this creature has wrought upon the world threatened to become unmanageable. The heroes would all hold tight to their digivices, preparing to do what must be done.
As the dark cloud grew ever closer to the heroes' position, the black mass of figures that had all congealed together with the black plume of death that lingered behind them began to separate into distinguishable silhouettes. The figures of Digimon of various shapes, sizes, and levels all marched towards them, hardly even acknowledging that there was a force there to stop them. They trekked steadily, as if they were nothing but an oncoming tsunami rather than an army, sweeping across the horizon as the Tamers' weary eyes could travel. The dull roar of voices from the army was eerie, a unified cry of horror that threaten to drown out the fleeing screams of the Digimon attempting to escape them.
The force grew closer and closer, and as they did the tension of the Tamers grew ever more. The fear was palpable in the air, so thick that it may just suffocate them before the army even crossed them. A few left with their Digimon, and those who stayed hardly blamed them. The image moving towards them was so surreal and frightening that even Mega Level Digimon didn't like their odds against it. Though, looking at the numerous terrified faces of the fleeing In-Training and Baby level Digimon criss crossing their paths as they weaved between their legs to safety, the bravest of the tamers stood their ground.
The horde was close now, close enough to smell the awful stench of brimstone and charcoal that had stuck to their bodies over the course of their march. Ashes began wafting over the sky, blackening it ever further until they small slivers of sunlight that struggled to fight through were blocked. Their eyes all shone now. The entire army with mouths flapping and feet marching all hollered at once, and what once was a cacophony of formless sound became something worse. It became a song, one sung by what sounded like every one of the invaders at once. Of course there weren't all quite in unison, but the words began to ring out eerily.
"And Now We Sing Ourselves To Sleep,
Beneath the Stone And Silver Sleet,
The Floor is Cold And The World Is Too Dark To See,
But I Am Warm 'Cause You're With Me.
The Fire Smolders At Our Feet,
The Light Dies Faster Than We Dream,
But It's Alright Because I Know That You Will Be,
Right Here To Sing This Song To Me."
The melody was sung in a low, haunting tune, its dull roar seeping into the heart of anyone who was still there to listen. The lyrics were innocent, childlike even, like something you would sing to a child before bedtime. However the way in which it was sung made it clear that this was a song that had lost its innocent meaning. Even those who had no idea of the motives of this attacker beforehand felt the emotion this song carried. This tune wasn't one of hate or greed, this was a requiem fueled by grief.
Near the center of the incoming horde marched an orderly section of Digimon, all of whom held up a large palanquin upon their shoulders as they did so. Within this black and purple carriage was a lanky figure, his legs crossed and him looking out of the window towards the carnage befalling the world just outside of it. He hummed along to the tune, he may have even looked whimsical if it wasn't for his domineering presence. His long, jet black horns bobbing with his head as he followed the tune longingly.
"Eda, how I would like to see you look upon this view with me. I'm sure you would've found it as beautiful as I do." The Digimon shifted back to an upright position, turning his head to the left as if he were gazing into the eyes of someone who wasn't there. "They're all singing our song. Remember when we wrote that together? He'd look to the floor now, almost bashfully. "We made it so that we wouldn't be afraid of the dark, remember?" Again his head shifted, looking out into the inky cloud that loomed above the army as they continued to march. "it's ironic, is it not? You're only gone now because they decided to take us from our darkness. And now they will all meet the same fate as you did." The figure just managed to get that sentence out before there was a knock on the door of his palanquin. A hearty voice soon followed it, saying "My Lord, we're approaching the last enemy barracks now, you should be here If we're gonna finish this." "Yeah come on! We got some human lackeys to thrash!" The voices trailed off soon after, leaving the figure alone with his thoughts once more. "Well Sis, I guess that is my queue..." The Digimon stood up, and began to open the door of the palanquin, before stopping for one final moment. "Even if this is the end...I'm glad I get to hear our song one last time. Wait for me, I'll be with you soon enough." These words were spoken, as this figure stepped into the light one last time.
End
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