Dark Hunter (Solo Armor hunt) (Content Warning: Horror)
Sept 24, 2022 8:57:00 GMT
Post by Abaddon, Devourer of Shadows on Sept 24, 2022 8:57:00 GMT
As the sun set upon the ancient, ruined city of the Western Flatlands, a certain psychotic Shademon prepared himself to enter the ruined temple located in the heart of the abandoned City. Abaddon slithered his way inside, wary of potential traps that could be found within.
The reason as to why the Shademon had dragged himself all the way out to this forgotten city? Digimental hunting, of course. He may have already regained enough strength to return to his Shademon form, but Abaddon knew that having an armor form could still come in very useful as he prepared for his revenge upon that accursed Shoutmon and his pathetic human. It would allow him to craft a false identity he could hide behind while he gathered intel on his targets.
Abaddon was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice a pressure plate on the floor until he felt the stone tile he had slithered on sink into the floor slightly. The Shademon barely had enough time to flatten himself against the floor as swinging blades emerged from the ceiling, moving back-and-forth like deadly pendulums. By keeping his shadowy body flattened, Abaddon managed to slowly crawl his way across the floor and avoid getting cut to ribbons.
Abaddon cursed his own carelessness, having almost gotten himself bisected right off the bat. As he continued deeper into the temple, Abaddon considered himself lucky that his own body was so malleable, since it gave him the ability to sidestep quite a few traps. Poisoned arrows shooting out of the wall? Flatten himself against the floor to avoid being turned into a pincushion. Deep pits? He could stretch himself across the gaps to reach the other side, or simply shape parts of his body into wings and fly across.
Overall, this meant that the Shademon had a relatively simple time navigating the labyrinthine corridors deep under the surface, lit only by hanging torches that somehow continued to burn after all this time.
Whoever set them up must’ve known some serious black magic to accomplish that feat. Abaddon silently mused to himself as he slithered through the halls.
However, there would be one trial that even Abaddon couldn’t cheat his way through. The last obstacle to his goal was a locked stone door, sealed so tightly that the Shademon couldn’t simply squeeze his way through the gaps. A quick examination of the lock revealed it to be on of those annoying sliding puzzles where you must rearrange the tiles to form a picture. Abaddon let out a growl of frustration at this development, as he hated these kinds of puzzles.
After nearly two hours, and countless failed attempts, Abaddon finally managed to solve the d**ned puzzle, a depiction of the Crest of Light. With the puzzle solved, the massive doors finally creaked open, allowing Abaddon to enter and retrieve his prize. There, sitting on a dais in the middle of the chamber, was a Digimental of Light, still pristine despite the rest of the room being coated in thick layers of dust and cobwebs. However, there was one last thing Abaddon needed to do. A dark Digimon like himself attempting to use such a holy Digimental in its pure form would be tantamount to suicide, so the Shademon planned to corrupt the Digimental until its attribute became inverted (becoming a Digimental of Darkness instead of Light).
The corruption was a slow and gradual process, the Digimental’s angelic “wings” that surrounded it turning black and demonic as Abaddon slowly fed his own corrupt essence into the relic. The moment that the Digimental’s crest inverted itself and turned upside down, Abaddon knew that the process was finally complete and finally removed the corrupted Digimental from its dais. As Abaddon prepared to depart with his treasure, he paused as he heard the distant sound of footsteps. It seemed that someone else had also decided to enter the ruins in pursuit of the Digimental, a realization that caused a sinister grin to spread across Abaddon’s face.
Well, then. Time for this Shademon to have some fun before he left!
WC: 689/1500
The reason as to why the Shademon had dragged himself all the way out to this forgotten city? Digimental hunting, of course. He may have already regained enough strength to return to his Shademon form, but Abaddon knew that having an armor form could still come in very useful as he prepared for his revenge upon that accursed Shoutmon and his pathetic human. It would allow him to craft a false identity he could hide behind while he gathered intel on his targets.
Abaddon was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice a pressure plate on the floor until he felt the stone tile he had slithered on sink into the floor slightly. The Shademon barely had enough time to flatten himself against the floor as swinging blades emerged from the ceiling, moving back-and-forth like deadly pendulums. By keeping his shadowy body flattened, Abaddon managed to slowly crawl his way across the floor and avoid getting cut to ribbons.
Abaddon cursed his own carelessness, having almost gotten himself bisected right off the bat. As he continued deeper into the temple, Abaddon considered himself lucky that his own body was so malleable, since it gave him the ability to sidestep quite a few traps. Poisoned arrows shooting out of the wall? Flatten himself against the floor to avoid being turned into a pincushion. Deep pits? He could stretch himself across the gaps to reach the other side, or simply shape parts of his body into wings and fly across.
Overall, this meant that the Shademon had a relatively simple time navigating the labyrinthine corridors deep under the surface, lit only by hanging torches that somehow continued to burn after all this time.
Whoever set them up must’ve known some serious black magic to accomplish that feat. Abaddon silently mused to himself as he slithered through the halls.
However, there would be one trial that even Abaddon couldn’t cheat his way through. The last obstacle to his goal was a locked stone door, sealed so tightly that the Shademon couldn’t simply squeeze his way through the gaps. A quick examination of the lock revealed it to be on of those annoying sliding puzzles where you must rearrange the tiles to form a picture. Abaddon let out a growl of frustration at this development, as he hated these kinds of puzzles.
After nearly two hours, and countless failed attempts, Abaddon finally managed to solve the d**ned puzzle, a depiction of the Crest of Light. With the puzzle solved, the massive doors finally creaked open, allowing Abaddon to enter and retrieve his prize. There, sitting on a dais in the middle of the chamber, was a Digimental of Light, still pristine despite the rest of the room being coated in thick layers of dust and cobwebs. However, there was one last thing Abaddon needed to do. A dark Digimon like himself attempting to use such a holy Digimental in its pure form would be tantamount to suicide, so the Shademon planned to corrupt the Digimental until its attribute became inverted (becoming a Digimental of Darkness instead of Light).
The corruption was a slow and gradual process, the Digimental’s angelic “wings” that surrounded it turning black and demonic as Abaddon slowly fed his own corrupt essence into the relic. The moment that the Digimental’s crest inverted itself and turned upside down, Abaddon knew that the process was finally complete and finally removed the corrupted Digimental from its dais. As Abaddon prepared to depart with his treasure, he paused as he heard the distant sound of footsteps. It seemed that someone else had also decided to enter the ruins in pursuit of the Digimental, a realization that caused a sinister grin to spread across Abaddon’s face.
Well, then. Time for this Shademon to have some fun before he left!
WC: 689/1500
