An awakening decades in the waiting. (closed)
Jul 18, 2022 19:29:32 GMT
Post by aikoyamamoto on Jul 18, 2022 19:29:32 GMT
“Tch…” Imprisoned and in ropes, Aiko could only helplessly squirm against the bounds that bound her. She’d only taken on a simple job to find a missing digimon and now she was stuck here, her limbs bound together by thick ropes, forced to kneel on the ground before a small demonic statuette and the ominous sea of blood beyond it. Damn it she needed her digivice back… The mechanical device was well within reaching distance, sitting upon the same altair as that small and highly familiar statue. Just why did Aiko recognise it so? Something about its demonic appearance and the disproportionately sized claw it sported was firmly lodged inside Aiko’s brain.
Sadly, her musings about the small statue and why it was so familiar would very much need to wait. She was in danger after all, tied up and seemingly at the mercy of a crazed bunch of cultists. Digimon cultists. Their numbers consisted of Impmons, Demi-devimon’s, even a few Black Gatomons all of them apparently subservient to a Bakemon wearing a rather strange hat. It a black thing made of leather, sporting two horns that jutted outwards and a large red X on the front. In fact, now that Aiko noticed, pretty much every other digimon here was wearing a crimson X.
“Finally! After aeons we have waited, planned and prepared for this day! Now…it is finally upon us! A host for our lord has descended upon us! She will be the last and final sacrifice! The ninth of the 12! With her life blood spent, our lord shall return unto us!” The Bakemon’s declaration was delivered with boisterous energy, answered by a roaring cheer from the gathered digimon, who slowly began to stamp their feet in rhythmic beat. Aiko was soon grasped by an Impmon and a Black Gatomon, dragged down through the parting crowd towards the small statue.
“Rejoice human! Your flesh shall be host to a great one!” The Impmon’s words may have been intended to convince Aiko, or at least get her to relax, of the value of her unwilling sacrifice but oddly enough the idea of getting thrown off a cliff and dying all for the benefit of some deluded cultists didn’t exactly fill Aiko with confidence. She struggled vainly at her bonds, taking advantage of the rapt focus the cultists held towards their idol, to try and work herself free but…no. Not going to work. The ropes were too tight.
“Need a hand?” It was an effeminate and sultry voice, one tinged with confidence and mirth, that intruded its way into Aiko’s head. She didn’t hear it but she did feel it. It drowned her thoughts out and was, still, highly familiar. It was that voice she had been hearing ever since first acquiring her digivice. Oh yes, it came and went, only really talking to her in broken sentences during her sleeping hours but it had never spoken to her so directly with such clarity.
“Oh forgive me. This is the first time we’ve spoken so directly. You can call me…Valefor. That will suffice. Now listen, if you want to survive then I would suggest you grab your digivice and that small statue. I’ll handle everything from there, alright dear?~ Now forgive me…what strength I had is spent.” Without even giving Aiko a chance to disagree, question or press for information (not that she really had the time to, given her impending death) Valefor went silent. Gah…alright…! If that was what it took…fine! Fortune favours the bold after all.
Aiko bided her time, waiting until she was dragged to the altar, her head forced to bow before it. The Bakemon approached, brandishing a ritual knife with a curved and serrated blade, gesturing for the two digimon that had been holding Aiko to back away. They stepped back and the moment they did so, Aiko took her chance. She pushed herself onto her feet and leaped towards the statue. She crashed down onto the altar, rolled onto her back before scrambling away from the enraged ghost digimon.
“The human desecrates Her altar! SLAY THEM NOW!” The Bakemon gave out a command, shouting and yelling, screaming and panicking, for his fellow cultists to rush to the defence of their target of worship yet it wouldn’t stop what would come. Aiko had crawled backwards towards both the statue and her digivice, clutching both despite her bound arms, and in that moment a pillar of energy descended from the heavens. It enveloped Aiko and her form began to change, twisting and reforming it into something….else.
Her height increased, being added to her form until she towered over the assembled Digimon. A cape-like pair of wings grew from her back, leather wrapped around her form, a chain coiled around her right arm and a monstrous claw spontaneously appeared above her left. The pillar of light evaporated, revealing not Aiko but a Digimon, one of Amazonian stature and proportions.: Lady Devimon X.
“S-she is here…! Bow! On your knees!” The Bakemon did not understand what had happened but she was before him! She was before them all! Their deity! The object of their worship! The gathered cultists dropped to their knees in adoration, if they had them anyway, prostrating themselves before the Fallen Angel digimon before them.
“Very good…you have all done well my followers. Your efforts have paid off…now, hear my voice and obey. Scatter throughout the digital world. Spread word of my return. Let all who will see the truth come to me!” The digimon’s declaration was loud and heard by all gathered, even Aiko, with the response being immediate.
“Yes! Go! Spread! Let all hear!” The ghost digimon gave the word to his followers, with them all rather swiftly vacating the worship site leaving the Bakemon alone with one whom he assumed would be rewarded.
“My goddess…long have I laboured to bring you back to the digital world….I have laboured and slaved to earn what I desire!” Oh that was very funny. This Bakemon, who had been sacrificing humans and other Digimon for far too long, believed himself deserving of a reward?...Why yes, Valefor agreed with that. A smile spread across her legs as she reached towards Bakemon, extending her massive weapon towards him.
“I do believe you are deserving of your just deserts….Ende Brechen!” In a sudden moment she lashed out with her claw, piercing clean through the Bakemon’s defences, grasping his digital core and crushing it into nothingness. Pathetic. Sacrificing others to return her to the digital world…just how far from grace had her followers fallen? She, who had once given up everything for those close to her, finding the-nyegh…damn it…her host couldn’t handle channelling her power for much longer.
Valefor’s form exploded into a shower of white stars that tumbled to the ground, revealing Aiko’s form. The human breathed heavily, panting from exhaustion, as she fell to the ground. She coughed and sputtered, resting on her hands and knees, feeling a level of exhaustion greater than anything she had ever felt in her life. The…hell was that?! She touched that statue and then…everything got foggy. She had seemed taller than everyone around her and…that ghost digimon…did she really do that…?
“Mmm…you must be confused, my dear sweet little human.” And again, that voice from before rocketed around the inside of Aiko’s skull. Valefor’s voice forced itself into the sanctuary of Aiko’s mind, intruding on her efforts to gather her thoughts, drowning things out and forcing her to listen.
“Mmmm I apologise for so forcibly piloting your, no our, body and for my deceit in bringing you to this place, yes the one who hired you for this case was one of my followers, but…I simply could not allow my followers to carry on sacrificing humans and digimon supposedly for my sake.” Even though she was seemingly apologetic, sighing disapprovingly in the process, the whimsical and sultry tone Valefor spoke with implied that she didn’t truly care as much as she implied.
“Nyegh…….are you…a spirit?...” the PI’s query was a simple one, an innocent question answered only with a knowing chuckle from Valefor. The ignorant and the unknowing were always so very cute…
“I am, yes but you, my dear sweet host, shall have to wait for your answers. My little demonstration exhausted what strength I leached from you.” And with all the selfish egotistical attitude one would expect from the narcissistic, Valefor simply went silent again.
“Hey! I’m not finished talking to you…!” Yet Aiko’s argument was ignored. She grasped the edge of the altar and pulled herself back to her feet, stumbling and staggering about as she simply had to accept one truth: There was nothing more to do currently until Valefor, seemingly her new partner in crime fighting, decided she wished to speak again. Aiko sighed heavily and began to walk, heading back towards Deeplane city as she scooped up her backpack and mounted her digivice to her belt.
Sadly, her musings about the small statue and why it was so familiar would very much need to wait. She was in danger after all, tied up and seemingly at the mercy of a crazed bunch of cultists. Digimon cultists. Their numbers consisted of Impmons, Demi-devimon’s, even a few Black Gatomons all of them apparently subservient to a Bakemon wearing a rather strange hat. It a black thing made of leather, sporting two horns that jutted outwards and a large red X on the front. In fact, now that Aiko noticed, pretty much every other digimon here was wearing a crimson X.
“Finally! After aeons we have waited, planned and prepared for this day! Now…it is finally upon us! A host for our lord has descended upon us! She will be the last and final sacrifice! The ninth of the 12! With her life blood spent, our lord shall return unto us!” The Bakemon’s declaration was delivered with boisterous energy, answered by a roaring cheer from the gathered digimon, who slowly began to stamp their feet in rhythmic beat. Aiko was soon grasped by an Impmon and a Black Gatomon, dragged down through the parting crowd towards the small statue.
“Rejoice human! Your flesh shall be host to a great one!” The Impmon’s words may have been intended to convince Aiko, or at least get her to relax, of the value of her unwilling sacrifice but oddly enough the idea of getting thrown off a cliff and dying all for the benefit of some deluded cultists didn’t exactly fill Aiko with confidence. She struggled vainly at her bonds, taking advantage of the rapt focus the cultists held towards their idol, to try and work herself free but…no. Not going to work. The ropes were too tight.
“Need a hand?” It was an effeminate and sultry voice, one tinged with confidence and mirth, that intruded its way into Aiko’s head. She didn’t hear it but she did feel it. It drowned her thoughts out and was, still, highly familiar. It was that voice she had been hearing ever since first acquiring her digivice. Oh yes, it came and went, only really talking to her in broken sentences during her sleeping hours but it had never spoken to her so directly with such clarity.
“Oh forgive me. This is the first time we’ve spoken so directly. You can call me…Valefor. That will suffice. Now listen, if you want to survive then I would suggest you grab your digivice and that small statue. I’ll handle everything from there, alright dear?~ Now forgive me…what strength I had is spent.” Without even giving Aiko a chance to disagree, question or press for information (not that she really had the time to, given her impending death) Valefor went silent. Gah…alright…! If that was what it took…fine! Fortune favours the bold after all.
Aiko bided her time, waiting until she was dragged to the altar, her head forced to bow before it. The Bakemon approached, brandishing a ritual knife with a curved and serrated blade, gesturing for the two digimon that had been holding Aiko to back away. They stepped back and the moment they did so, Aiko took her chance. She pushed herself onto her feet and leaped towards the statue. She crashed down onto the altar, rolled onto her back before scrambling away from the enraged ghost digimon.
“The human desecrates Her altar! SLAY THEM NOW!” The Bakemon gave out a command, shouting and yelling, screaming and panicking, for his fellow cultists to rush to the defence of their target of worship yet it wouldn’t stop what would come. Aiko had crawled backwards towards both the statue and her digivice, clutching both despite her bound arms, and in that moment a pillar of energy descended from the heavens. It enveloped Aiko and her form began to change, twisting and reforming it into something….else.
Her height increased, being added to her form until she towered over the assembled Digimon. A cape-like pair of wings grew from her back, leather wrapped around her form, a chain coiled around her right arm and a monstrous claw spontaneously appeared above her left. The pillar of light evaporated, revealing not Aiko but a Digimon, one of Amazonian stature and proportions.: Lady Devimon X.
“S-she is here…! Bow! On your knees!” The Bakemon did not understand what had happened but she was before him! She was before them all! Their deity! The object of their worship! The gathered cultists dropped to their knees in adoration, if they had them anyway, prostrating themselves before the Fallen Angel digimon before them.
“Very good…you have all done well my followers. Your efforts have paid off…now, hear my voice and obey. Scatter throughout the digital world. Spread word of my return. Let all who will see the truth come to me!” The digimon’s declaration was loud and heard by all gathered, even Aiko, with the response being immediate.
“Yes! Go! Spread! Let all hear!” The ghost digimon gave the word to his followers, with them all rather swiftly vacating the worship site leaving the Bakemon alone with one whom he assumed would be rewarded.
“My goddess…long have I laboured to bring you back to the digital world….I have laboured and slaved to earn what I desire!” Oh that was very funny. This Bakemon, who had been sacrificing humans and other Digimon for far too long, believed himself deserving of a reward?...Why yes, Valefor agreed with that. A smile spread across her legs as she reached towards Bakemon, extending her massive weapon towards him.
“I do believe you are deserving of your just deserts….Ende Brechen!” In a sudden moment she lashed out with her claw, piercing clean through the Bakemon’s defences, grasping his digital core and crushing it into nothingness. Pathetic. Sacrificing others to return her to the digital world…just how far from grace had her followers fallen? She, who had once given up everything for those close to her, finding the-nyegh…damn it…her host couldn’t handle channelling her power for much longer.
Valefor’s form exploded into a shower of white stars that tumbled to the ground, revealing Aiko’s form. The human breathed heavily, panting from exhaustion, as she fell to the ground. She coughed and sputtered, resting on her hands and knees, feeling a level of exhaustion greater than anything she had ever felt in her life. The…hell was that?! She touched that statue and then…everything got foggy. She had seemed taller than everyone around her and…that ghost digimon…did she really do that…?
“Mmm…you must be confused, my dear sweet little human.” And again, that voice from before rocketed around the inside of Aiko’s skull. Valefor’s voice forced itself into the sanctuary of Aiko’s mind, intruding on her efforts to gather her thoughts, drowning things out and forcing her to listen.
“Mmmm I apologise for so forcibly piloting your, no our, body and for my deceit in bringing you to this place, yes the one who hired you for this case was one of my followers, but…I simply could not allow my followers to carry on sacrificing humans and digimon supposedly for my sake.” Even though she was seemingly apologetic, sighing disapprovingly in the process, the whimsical and sultry tone Valefor spoke with implied that she didn’t truly care as much as she implied.
“Nyegh…….are you…a spirit?...” the PI’s query was a simple one, an innocent question answered only with a knowing chuckle from Valefor. The ignorant and the unknowing were always so very cute…
“I am, yes but you, my dear sweet host, shall have to wait for your answers. My little demonstration exhausted what strength I leached from you.” And with all the selfish egotistical attitude one would expect from the narcissistic, Valefor simply went silent again.
“Hey! I’m not finished talking to you…!” Yet Aiko’s argument was ignored. She grasped the edge of the altar and pulled herself back to her feet, stumbling and staggering about as she simply had to accept one truth: There was nothing more to do currently until Valefor, seemingly her new partner in crime fighting, decided she wished to speak again. Aiko sighed heavily and began to walk, heading back towards Deeplane city as she scooped up her backpack and mounted her digivice to her belt.
