An impossible labyrinth, and a darker purpose [PLOT]
Aug 28, 2014 13:25:57 GMT
Post by Zephyrus, the Unascended on Aug 28, 2014 13:25:57 GMT
Lightning crackled across the sky, a single body standing amongst the walls of the labyrinth. There was a decisive madness in his eyes, the hooves he bore for legs trotting along at a pace as he weaved through the maze, picking a path without hesitation. He had no fears from this place; nothing could possibly stop him from attaining his destiny. He would be the one to rewrite this world, rebuild it. It was a story which would start tonight, and one which would be remembered forever. This world was fractured, broken. It relied on outside influences to keep itself safe, humans. Even the word brought anger to the forefront of his thoughts. He was more, he was the chosen one, the one capable of rebuilding this world. A hand punched out, shattering a brick wall, the data being drained into Zephyrus’s hand, absorbing into his body. The outline of the Aegiochusmon flashed again, lightning striking nearby, illuminating an outline.
This was his gift, he would absorb the data from this world, and reassemble it to his will. Of course some would try to stop him, claim that he was mad. He would destroy them without a doubt. Walls began to fall away before him, as he reached his destination. Already assembled where his twelve disciples, the servants of his grand scheme.
He had arrived in an opening in the labyrinth, a place of particular interest to Zephyrus. A very specific artefact could be located here, one which would enable his plans.
”You may be wondering why I’ve assembled you here.” All twelve of the figures, each different remained motionless and silent. Every word came with an echo, as if there where two voices speaking from the mouth of Zephyrus. He continued. ”Our friend, who is now long dead once inhibited this place. And within this specific room, I believe, yes.” He stopped speaking, having reached the centre of the room, prying free a pitch black orb from a stand. The orb gave no indication of being special, to the average eye it would simply be a shiny round rock. But it had a much larger purpose, one which Zephyrus was about to exploit.
”With enough data in this orb, it will open, and I will ascend to a much greater level than any other digimon, untold power will be mine. But by now I assume you expect a reason to my summoning of you. The answer to this is tragically simple, I require your aid. Each of you is more than up to the menial task, I assure you, but I require you to acquire me the data necessary for the opening of the orb. So go, wreck a trail of ruin and carnage across the world, but make sure to start with the humans. They are a plague on this world, and one which will surely interfere with my machinations.”
With that the twelve figures silently departed, back through various routes. Yes, things where in motion now. No-one would be able to stop him. He would become the god this world sorely lacked. And when he was, this world would be rebuilt in his image.
The lightning struck the ground again, barely feet from where he now was, and his eyes flashed red with madness. Everything was coming together perfectly, his soldier would take this world by storm, wipe out all those unfit to inhibit it. And when this world was his, he would be able to do whatever occurred to his whims.
This was his gift, he would absorb the data from this world, and reassemble it to his will. Of course some would try to stop him, claim that he was mad. He would destroy them without a doubt. Walls began to fall away before him, as he reached his destination. Already assembled where his twelve disciples, the servants of his grand scheme.
He had arrived in an opening in the labyrinth, a place of particular interest to Zephyrus. A very specific artefact could be located here, one which would enable his plans.
”You may be wondering why I’ve assembled you here.” All twelve of the figures, each different remained motionless and silent. Every word came with an echo, as if there where two voices speaking from the mouth of Zephyrus. He continued. ”Our friend, who is now long dead once inhibited this place. And within this specific room, I believe, yes.” He stopped speaking, having reached the centre of the room, prying free a pitch black orb from a stand. The orb gave no indication of being special, to the average eye it would simply be a shiny round rock. But it had a much larger purpose, one which Zephyrus was about to exploit.
”With enough data in this orb, it will open, and I will ascend to a much greater level than any other digimon, untold power will be mine. But by now I assume you expect a reason to my summoning of you. The answer to this is tragically simple, I require your aid. Each of you is more than up to the menial task, I assure you, but I require you to acquire me the data necessary for the opening of the orb. So go, wreck a trail of ruin and carnage across the world, but make sure to start with the humans. They are a plague on this world, and one which will surely interfere with my machinations.”
With that the twelve figures silently departed, back through various routes. Yes, things where in motion now. No-one would be able to stop him. He would become the god this world sorely lacked. And when he was, this world would be rebuilt in his image.
The lightning struck the ground again, barely feet from where he now was, and his eyes flashed red with madness. Everything was coming together perfectly, his soldier would take this world by storm, wipe out all those unfit to inhibit it. And when this world was his, he would be able to do whatever occurred to his whims.