Digimon Where Angels Fear To Tread

Ryuugi

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#1
This story is my take at turning Digimon into a fantasy setting. It draws from various sources; Magic the Gathering, Exalted, the Nasuverse, Toaru Majutsu no Index, and thereÆs even a bit of Nobilis in here.

Most of the plot I want to reveal during the story, but IÆll say this much; Archangel144 is Takato. HeÆll begin going by that name as soon asàwell, youÆll see.

Happy New Year guys.

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Where Angels Fear To Tread


They were coming. He couldnÆt see them or hear them or sense them in any way that a normal human could, but-

They were there.

They were coming for him, then, which could only mean one thing.

It was time.

But was he ready?

HeÆd have to be, because it was now or never.

The boy strained against his bonds, testing their strength as he had done two hundred sixty-one thousand nine hundred and eighteen times before.

This was one on the few ways he could æobserveÆ his restraints.

They had put him here a long time ago, though he wasnÆt sure how long, having no way to tell. He hoped it had been two hundred seventy-nine days; thatÆs what it should be if everything was happening as heÆd hoped it would. He had not intended or desired to be imprisoned, but it could be helped.

But if they were here, that could only mean they either needed him or wanted to kill him.

If it was the former, his work had held up and they had no choice but to try to force the secrets out of him one more time before it was too late.

If it was the latter, theyÆd managed without him and now they wanted him dead.

Either was fine, as long as they were here. As long as no more than two hundred seventy-nine days had passed.

He opened his clenched fist to flex his fingers before closing it again.

It was New YearÆs Eve.

He already knew how he was going to celebrate.

XxXXxX

ôIs this him?ö The first man asked. ôThe Fallen Angel? Hmph. He doesnÆt look like much.ö

There were six layers of protective wards, three physical walls, and over a hundred seals around the Prisoner; the man had no fear of the boy trapped behind them. Furthermore, theyÆd bound him hand and foot in the strongest of chains; nobody could break Gleipnir, the sacred chain that locked away the Wolf at the End of Time. What was there to fear?

But apparently, even that wasnÆt enough for the Higher-ups. TheyÆd covered his face, an act he didnÆt see any point in since theyÆd also plunged the room he was in into supernatural darkness. He couldnÆt see it, but it was said that theyÆd put a muzzle on him under that hood, too.

How would he have felt to know that the Prisoner within was aware he was there?

And that he knew what he was saying? What he was thinking?

ôHeÆs not anymore.ö The second man, the oldest of the pair. ôWhatÆs an angel after you clip his wings?ö

ôAra, butàhe wasnÆt even a real angel to begin with, was he?ö The first man said, laughing.

The second man chuckled.

ôEven so, be careful. This is a delicate operation; we need to know how to wake her up before midnight tonight. Remember that, 079.ö

The first manÆs face became serious in an instant; he was well aware of the consequences of failure.

In unison, the men went to their respective positions, two places along the wall that were unmarked in any way. The placed their hands on the wall and spoke in turn.

ôLynx079.ö Introduced the first man.

ôGoblin033.ö Said the second.

In an instant, the wards shifted to grant them access, the doors into the prison appeared, the darkness gave way to light, and the seals glowed.

They could enter.

But that was the only thing that changed. To the prisoner within, the supernaturally darkness still lingered, there were no entries or exist to the prison, and the wards and seals still kept him trapped.

Anyone with clearance could enter the prison to speak with the prisoner.

But only Hypnos001 had the authority to release him.

They entered the prison and looked at the Prisoner.

Archangel144. That had been his name, once. But now he was nothing but a bird in a cage.

Goblin walked over the seals without fear; mere steps couldnÆt affect them. Very little could. This room was like the SealerÆs Bible; everything from ancient Egyptian Hieroglyphics to English runes to Japanese calligraphy could be found in this room, and every character was soaked in magical energy.

He stepped behind Archangel and untied the hood that covered his head. He tore it off and caste it aside.

One way or another, it wouldnÆt be going back on him.

He stopped for a minute to look at the prisoner. HeÆd never seen him before, at least not without the hood.

He had long brown hair, a result of not cutting it in most of a year, no doubt. It fell to his shoulders in messy tangles; a side effect of the hood. He had red eyes that stared sightlessly into what was fathomless darkness to him.

He did indeed have a gag. Goblin heard it was a punishment for literally biting off the hand of one of his feeders, though he doubted that; he shouldnÆt be able to use any magic within the confines of this sealing array.

Nonetheless, it was with some caution that he stepped behind him and undid the gag. Fenrir, he noted with amazement. Or at least a good copy of it. The sword placed in the WolfÆs mouth, given a new form in an imitation.

He noted and winced at the barbs on it. Ouch.

ôArchangel144.ö Lynx spoke. ôThis is your last chance to comply with our request. How do we wake up the girl?ö

ArchangelÆs eyes didnÆt move, but a smile grew across his face.

ôLynx079.ö He identified, ignoring the question. ôSpecialty: Fire-based spells. Rank: approximately 3.ö

Lynx stiffened noticeably and opened his mouth to say something, but stopped at GoblinÆs raised hand.

ôYou came before him, remember. He simply remembers your voice. You havenÆt raised you level since his capture, either; everything he said was as accurate at the beginning of the year as it is now. Tell me, boy, do you know who I am?ö

ôGoblin033. You specialized in self-enhancement techniques before I was put away, but you were only Level 2. Based on your tone, I take it that has changed; IÆm guessing youÆre now level 3.ö

ôOho? He is good.ö Lynx said.

ôAs interesting as this is, itÆs also irrelevant. How do we wake up the girl, Archangel?ö

The Prisoner was quiet for a minute before speaking.

ôItÆs your lucky day, boys. IÆll tell you on one condition. I want you to answer a question for me.ö

The partnerÆs exchanged looks. That was almost certainly bullshit, butà

They couldnÆt pass this up on the off chance he wasnÆt lying.

ôWhatÆs your question?ö Lynx asked.

ôToday is New YearÆs Eve, right?ö

Goblin blinked, surprised at that question. HeÆd expected something more important.

ôIndeed.ö

Archangel nodded.

ôAh. So I was right. ItÆs been two hundred seventy-nine days. Well, I suppose itÆs my turn to pay up now.ö

Goblin and Lynx leaned forward, failing to hide their eagerness.

ôSheÆll wake up on her own ten seconds after the end of the ritualÆs window.ö He said.

They both reeled back as though theyÆd been slapped and Archangel smiled as if he could see them.

ôDonÆt screw around!ö Lynx said, lunging forward and grabbing him by the throat. ôI donÆt think you understand, kid; if you donÆt tell us, we have no reason to keep you alive.ö

ArchangelÆs smile widened.

ôActually, I donÆt think you understand.ö He said, amused. ôYouÆre both Level 3Æs. Take a look around you.ö

The pair looked around, obeying more out of confusion than anything else.

ôYou see these seals? Imagine what type of man would require all that.ö Archangel said. ôYouÆre nothing to me.ö

Lynx punched him across the face.

ôBastard!ö He swore. ôYou think youÆre so damn great, huh? Then what are you doing looked in a box, motherfucker!ö

ôLynx, calm down.ö Goblin ordered.

ôWaiting.ö Archangel said.

They both stopped and slowly turned their heads towards him.

ôH-huh? What did you just say?ö Lynx asked.

ArchangelÆs smile was quickly becoming smug.

ôI said I was waiting. And IÆm glad you came here, gentlemen. The question I asked you may have seemed like nothing to you, butàI meant everything to me. Because, you seeàit means the wait is over.ö

He began to glow with a pure red light.

Lynx reacted first, and tried to snap his neck.

But he couldnÆt. It was like trying to break a mountain; he tried and he failed. The skin beneath his fingers was like metal.

ôI asked you to look around you gentlemen. To imagine, just for a moment, what manner of being was so frightening that he required all these seals. And now I ask you another questionàö

Red quickly began to war with white as it tried to share a place in his light. But red quickly began to win, pushing white closer and closer to the edge of the aura. And when that edge was reachedàred continued to push. It pushed white out of the aura entirely.

And white shaped itself into a pair of wings and a halo.

ôWhat type of creature could get through these seals anyway?ö He asked.

And suddenly red collapsed on itself, imploding into ArchangelÆs body.

There was a moment of peace, in which both Goblin and Lynx were struck by a horrible realization. Goblin grabbed Lynx and pulled him into a run, rushing outside of the Prison. He shouted a word, and as he passed through each door, it faded away as if it were never there.

Archangel tutted.

ôNo, donÆt get up; IÆll let myself out.ö

XxXXxX
 

sytang

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#2
Another fic!? Shouldn't you at least finish one of the other ones first? This makes four now (five if we include Tamers Unlimited). An interesting start though...

Oh well, as long as you update Devil's Advocate somewhat consistently, I'll be happy.
 

sworded

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#3
Hmmm, interesting. I'll look foreward to learning more about what is going on in this fic.
 

Aegis

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#5
To Aru Majutsu? Seriously?! =D

*hopes for a wild Touma to appear and steal all the womenz*
 

Aarik

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#6
Urk.

On one hand, this looks interesting, on the other...

REALLY don't like To Aru.

The protagonist is an idiot, and a bit of a hypocrite.

YOU CAN'T CLAIM TO HAVE NO LUCK AND TELL A MEMBER OF YOUR HAREM TO STOP TRYING TO RIP OFF YOUR PANTS IN THE SAME SENTENCE YOU BASTARD!

THAT'S NOT HOW LUCK WORKS!

Luck is the probability that things will happen to you, if Imagine Breaker nullified it, nothing would happen to him, quite literally, nothing, no one would talk to him, the entire universe would basically pretend he didn't exist, he would be a ghost.

And since that would be the single most boring story ever...
 

Ryuugi

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#7
Before this gets out of hand, this story is not a crossover with anything. As I said, it merely draws from various sources. From Toaru, it draws parts of the magic system, as well as smaller stuff like the Level System (at least one of them; there are several) and some other stuff.
 

Coelacanth

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#8
I finished watching to aru majutsu no index I a few days ago. I should be cought up with Ii in a bit. Then I'll go read the light novels to finish up to where everyone else is.

Unlike the story though so far.

Sorry to all the haters.
 

Takerial

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#9
Aarik said:
Urk.

On one hand, this looks interesting, on the other...

REALLY don't like To Aru.

The protagonist is an idiot, and a bit of a hypocrite.

YOU CAN'T CLAIM TO HAVE NO LUCK AND TELL A MEMBER OF YOUR HAREM TO STOP TRYING TO RIP OFF YOUR PANTS IN THE SAME SENTENCE YOU BASTARD!

THAT'S NOT HOW LUCK WORKS!

Luck is the probability that things will happen to you, if Imagine Breaker nullified it, nothing would happen to him, quite literally, nothing, no one would talk to him, the entire universe would basically pretend he didn't exist, he would be a ghost.

And since that would be the single most boring story ever...
...

You do not understand what hypocrite and luck really mean do you.

Luck is not the probability that something will happen to you. It never has been.

Luck is not a form of statistics idiot.

And saying you have no luck when you perceive a situation to be unlucky is not hypocritical.

Stop being retarded. You don't have to like the series, but stop bringing in retarded nonsense facts to support this dislike.

And where is this pulling pants down scene at? I have yet to see this scene at all during my reading of the series.
 

Aegis

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#10
Aarik said:
Urk.

On one hand, this looks interesting, on the other...

REALLY don't like To Aru.

The protagonist is an idiot, and a bit of a hypocrite.

YOU CAN'T CLAIM TO HAVE NO LUCK AND TELL A MEMBER OF YOUR HAREM TO STOP TRYING TO RIP OFF YOUR PANTS IN THE SAME SENTENCE YOU BASTARD!

THAT'S NOT HOW LUCK WORKS!

Luck is the probability that things will happen to you, if Imagine Breaker nullified it, nothing would happen to him, quite literally, nothing, no one would talk to him, the entire universe would basically pretend he didn't exist, he would be a ghost.

And since that would be the single most boring story ever...
Luck is explained a bit differently in To Aru, as far as the understanding of it goes. Also it's not that Touma has "legit bad luck" it's more that he does not have and never will have GOOD luck, because it is a blessing from "God"(also defined in a different manner). It should also be noted that "his type" as far as preferences in women go has yet to join his harem and he is instead getting the antithesis of said type.

Luck is the probability that things will happen to you, if Imagine Breaker nullified it, nothing would happen to him, quite literally, nothing, no one would talk to him, the entire universe would basically pretend he didn't exist, he would be a ghost.
This statement is just full of dumb man. I don't mind if you don't like the series, but at least dislike it for the right reasons. Lack of Luck doesn't automatically mean you won't ever be an existence, it just means bad crap will happen to you on an often daily basis.

Let us Study Touma's life so far shall we? I will be putting it in white so no spoilers come up:


He is born with the one power that could and can quite literally end all life as we know it. He brings misfortune whenever he is with his family and friends, so much so that he THINKS bad luck runs in the family, but as it turns out his whole family is quite literally lucky, all of this is of course only in the novel. So then he's taken away and sent to live in Academy City, this is of course after turning his father into a loon for good luck charms(which will later cause a world-wide magical incident). Afterwards because his ability cannot be detected, he is rated as a Zero and thus sent to live in a lesser apartment placement, it's not bad, but it's not great either. He has limited income and has for some reason attracted the......attention of his loli teacher, which really makes him a hell of a lot uncomfortable. By now his powers have mysteriously been reduced so that bad luck only affects him. He has bad grades because, well, again bad luck happens, again and again and again. Also, read on the fucking punishments they get for the stuff, some of them literally hospitalize students(egg one). And That's all pre-novel stuff

That covers the pre-novel bits mentioned in said novels in some instances.

Most Shonen protagonists aren't in the Genius category, I should remind you that Touma's actually smart, he just fails in the ESPer category. Also he's aware of SOME of the girls interested in him, he just can't afford being with anyone seeing as:

A) They would be targeted
B) He has no memory so he feels he needs to keep everyone at arms length

Being aware of any women is MORE than I can say for.......MANY of the current Shounen protagonists. As for the rest? Well Tak said basically what was on my mind.
 

Coelacanth

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#11
As far as shunen protagonists go, Touma does better than average.
 

Cyberscythe195

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#12
I've read through all translated light novels, watched the anime, and read the manga. If you've actually read through it all, you would understand that it REALLY, REALLY sucks to be Kamijou Touma. Sure, you've got women going all over him, but it's not like they're actually trying to get him. The few that are truly interested in him more or less smack him around all over the place. The twenty five billion scenes that many of you would consider to be lucky often result in him getting smashed around by a jealous/misunderstanding female.

By the time you roll around to volume 22, and finish it... let's just say Kamijou Touma is a badass in the truest sense of the word and never got any appreciation for all the badassery that he's done.
 

Aegis

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#13
Cyberscythe195 said:
I've read through all translated light novels, watched the anime, and read the manga. If you've actually read through it all, you would understand that it REALLY, REALLY sucks to be Kamijou Touma. Sure, you've got women going all over him, but it's not like they're actually trying to get him. The few that are truly interested in him more or less smack him around all over the place. The twenty five billion scenes that many of you would consider to be lucky often result in him getting smashed around by a jealous/misunderstanding female.

By the time you roll around to volume 22, and finish it... let's just say Kamijou Touma is a badass in the truest sense of the word and never got any appreciation for all the badassery that he's done.
Good thing it's still ongoing <3
 

Ryuugi

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#14
XxXXxX

The ensuing explosion behaved abnormally because of the seals and wards, but Archangel had spent most of a year carefully analyzing them for weak point and vulnerabilities, the result of which was this spell.

Well, actually, it was a series of spells being cast at the same time, but that wasnÆt the point.

The first series of wards was specifically designed to prevent him from moving, but it had no effect on magic. That was the purpose of the second, after all; the first was just to keep him from physically reaching the second. The third was built to activate if the first two fell; it basically just filled the area within with fire and lightning and various other deadly forces. The fourth was always active and its purpose was simple; it made it harder for him to cast spells, just in case. It projected things into his mind; random stuff like numbers, strange phrases, paragraphs of old books, animal noises, and other distracting things. It was surprisingly effective, actually; it made casting spells a lot like counting hyperactive children while someone shouted numbers in your ears. The fifth was the source of the supernatural darkness, striping from him the sense of sight that heÆd relied on for most of his life, not only blinding him but electing a primal fear of the dark. And the sixth simply kept anything from summoning him in or out of the cage or using another form of supernatural transportation.

Archangel dealt with all of them at the same time.

As the first stage of the explosion, he emitted a pulse of varying magical frequency. By the time it reached the first ward, its aspect was Metal and it resonated with the ward due to its frequency, and the ward shattered as a result.

Archangel didnÆt pay any attention to it, concentrating on the pulse as it continued. He needed to get rid of the second ward in order to deal with the third and he had to deal with the third before it, well, killed him.

He focused, changing the aspect from Metal to Wood, changing its behavior as a result. Whereas Metal pierced and cut, Wood would sink into the next ward instead. He also changed the frequency to cause resonance with this ward as well. As it touched the ward, he worried that heÆd made the frequency to low.

But then he felt him power sinking into and parting the ward by sinking its roots into it. In moments, the ward was full of holes, collapsing a moment later.

Archangel would have smirked if he could. He was almost done with the important part; wards two and three. The first ward kept him from moving, but the chains that bound him did that anyway; it was insurance, nothing more.

The second ward was different. It kept him from drawing upon the ambient magic outside the ward. The energy present in all things that could be drawn upon by those who could use magic. The second ward had left him with only two sources of power; the dregs left within the area of the ward, too small to accomplish anything, and the power within his own body, which was also bound. It should have been impossible for him to use magic within the confines of this area.

At leastàwithout another source.

Normally, using the energy around oneself is done by absorbing magic into your body, immediately converting it into a form that is usable, and expelling it before the foreign source of energy could adversely affect your body.

But he hadnÆt done that.

Instead, right before heÆd been capturedàheÆd taken a deep breath. HeÆd taken in all the magic he could hold at one time; filling the tank, so to speak. And instead of expelling itàheÆd held it.

For two hundred seventy-nine days, heÆd held his breath, magically speaking. And heÆd cycled it to keep it from stagnating and heÆd changed it from one form to another and back again to keep it from slipping away. Like animals taking in oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide, heÆd held the magic until it had changed into a raw without aspect or color. And then, like a plant, heÆd taken that æcarbon dioxideÆ and turned it back into æoxygen.Æ He gave color back to the colorless; he shaped it into each of the Elements in turn.

But heÆd never released it, because he knew that if he did, heÆd never get it back.

Until now.

With that one breath that had been the only thing heÆd had for two hundred seventy-nine days, he brought down the second ward.

And then the magic, no longer kept at bay, came flooding in.

Archangel took his first æbreathÆ in most of a year just as the third ward activated.

And he was bathed in fire, but was not burnt. And lightning clawed at him, but always missed without him moving. Blades of energy fell upon him, only to impale the ground in a neat circle around his form. Shadows grasped at him and light cast them away. The ground began to buckle and-

The third ward broke with a sound like breaking glass, the now Earth aspected pulse shattering it like a stone would.

This time, the prisoner did smirk. HeÆd won. The other three wards were just a formality; he could ignore them completely if he wanted. HeÆd learnt to block out all distractions in his time here, he didnÆt need his eyes to see, and he fully intended to walk out the front door.

But he crushed them anyway, just to prove he could.

0.04 seconds after the first pulse was emitted, the sixth ward fell.

He hissed as he saw light for the first time in most of a year, shutting them quickly. Even the dim lighting of the room that was his prison hurt.

But it was a good pain.

The endless blathering that haunted his days and nights was suddenly silenced and a feeling of being chained that he hadnÆt even known was there suddenly fell away.

He laughed in triumph; just a little moreà!

A second pulse expanded from his form, then; this one with a different purpose. It expanded in a perfect circle, passing through walls and objects, instantly relaying that information to its master. It grew pass the walls of his prison; it grew pass the building entirely!

And then it stopped; a huge perfect circle.

A boundary marker.

In 0.1 seconds after the second pulse was emitted, heÆd defined the range of his anger. He created a wall of pure will to keep the power within, to focus it as much as possible.

And then he let go with a single word.

ôDamnation.ö He said, uttering the spells name.

And everything in range stopped existing except a boy who was no longer a prisoner.

XxXXxX
 

sworded

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#15
Just guessing but Damnation is linked to Crimson Light, right?
 

wingthesword

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#17
What is 'Crimson Light'? Also Quo Vadis as in Gallantmon CM's attack right?
 

wingthesword

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#19
Oh.

...Well what can I say?

Are Digivices going to show up?

Edit:Actually Flamewolf back in the day weren't'cha a Digimon writer?
 

Ryuugi

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#21
wingthesword said:
Oh.

...Well what can I say?

Are Digivices going to show up?

Edit:Actually Flamewolf back in the day weren't'cha a Digimon writer?
Well, this is a fantasy setting (sorta...), so they won't be called Digivices, since Digimon don't exist. But yes, they will exist after a Fashion.

A 'Digivice' is what binds Archangel144 to the Dragon Guile, after all.
 

sworded

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#22
Really, any hints as to what this dragon looks like? ^_^
 

biigoh

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#23
Is there going to be an apocalyptic event? With gigantic monstrosities from beyond space and time battling gigantic knights? :lol:
 

wingthesword

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#25
How about the Digital Hazzard?

So he's basically MEGIDRAMON?

The Baddest MF Dragon in the Verse?
 
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