Post by Hewlett on Mar 7, 2010 16:33:45 GMT -5
For just short of three-thousand Digital Years, the Digital World fell into a state of struggle. The Sovereign found Digimon to be tasteless, jaded by the violence of the war. The Angels were now spread so thin that they could not assist with many struggles or crimes.
The Digimon of the Digital World began to live more insularly, more retiring. They all distrusted each other. Some Viral Digimon remained, causing mischief or mayhem.
The Sovereign became bitter - Ebonwumon took to wandering the deserts of his continent, as Zhuqiaomon and his disenchanted birds sought rapture through opulence. Azulongmon became retiring, resting in his hovel and Baihumon took to being a fearsome hunter of the tundra. None of them noticed as a small group of dark digimon formed a plot.
Seraphimon, now under a new name, spoke to them through a crack in reality. They built a lair above this, and he gave them promises of power. He wanted freedom - they wanted wealth. He wrapped them around his finger.
The Digimon of the Digital World began to live more insularly, more retiring. They all distrusted each other. Some Viral Digimon remained, causing mischief or mayhem.
The Sovereign became bitter - Ebonwumon took to wandering the deserts of his continent, as Zhuqiaomon and his disenchanted birds sought rapture through opulence. Azulongmon became retiring, resting in his hovel and Baihumon took to being a fearsome hunter of the tundra. None of them noticed as a small group of dark digimon formed a plot.
Seraphimon, now under a new name, spoke to them through a crack in reality. They built a lair above this, and he gave them promises of power. He wanted freedom - they wanted wealth. He wrapped them around his finger.