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Who: Angel, Ice Devimon (???)
What: Angel's finally snapped
When: Sept 30th 2009
Where: Tetha
Angel wasn't pleased in the least. He'd lost track of how long it had been since he last seen her smiling face, heard her reassuring words, or even spoke to her. His digimon had hatched not that long ago after being destroyed by the girl who claimed herself stronger than the rest. Losing his partner had been like losing his mind- part of him was left behind in that fight. Angel had strugled violently each night fighting to remain sane for one reason and one reason only; Hoshi.
When his digimon had finally hatched, Angel thought everything would go back to normal and be alright but he was wrong. Leafmon had no memory of what had happened, he didn't even reconize the tamer. Not only that, but Hoshi had not been answering his calls. Angel was alone again, truely alone. He struggled, and fought telling himself she was just busy, maybe it was a phase but she would come back. Angel held his breath.
Anger had finally started to inch its way back into his everyday life. First with the coffee maker. He knew it wasn't a big deal, it was just a machine that had a purpose and usually didn't like to listen, but one day it got the better of him. It was his first sign that he was slipping, and he knew it too well. As he had poured the water into the coffee maker and added the grounds- the machine just wouldn't start. Now Angel had kept a cool head and checked the basics: Seeing if it was plugged in, flicking the button back and forth, even redoing the whole process. But the machine refused to obey. In an instant Angel went from a gentle man to a violent monster, and with a single move destroyed the machine in a lash of sparks, water, and coffee grounds. He had only realized what happened after the smell of burning plastic registered in his mind. He had cleaned up after himself and kept the incidient to himself.
After a cold day, the under weight male had lost his temper again, only this time in front of the baby digimon. Leafmon had started talking but still harbored no memory of Angel. Once he saw Angel's eyes shift from innocent to hate filled, fear dove into the infants heart kindling the memories that had been on reserve. With the memories returned, Leafmon evolved into Minomon- not recalling the fact that he didn't remember anything.
Having one being that meant something to him back in his life was enough for him to hold onto for the time being. But in his attempts to reach Hoshi failing, he'd lost count of who he really was. He had spent the last few hours in the corner talking himself down.
"She cares... she still cares. She said she loved you, she meant it! There was no way it was a lie... but she has left you... she isn't around... No, she wouldn't do that. She isn't like that! She promised to be there... she said I wouldn't be alone..." Minomon watched helplessly as his tamer fell deeper and deeper into a state of shock.
After what seemed to be hours of rambling, silence had fallen over Angel's lips. A sign Minomon had grown to fear in these last few days. The small digimon had considered approaching his tamer to comfort him, that was until Angel's head snapped up and locked eyes with him. It would seem Angel's concious had taken a turn for the worse as a lamp was projected towards Minomon.
Angel stood slowly and began to pace around as he dug his claws into everything around him. His arm had finally healed and he was able to use it, although Minomon believed even if he wasn't healed he would have forced it to work. As Angel began to whip things around the room in anger as the small black D-comm landed on the ground near Minomon. An accidental video and audio feed had been picked up as Angel grew more and more angry with every passing second. It seemed all the abuse he'd obtained over the years, and of late was comming out all at once. Minomon was fearing for his own life, feeling horribly threatened by Angel's emotions. The digimon, being bonded with Angel, could do nothing to hold back an evolution caused by such strong feelings. Evolving into Wormmon, the digimon figured it was over and he would be able to hold his state. Struck by an unexplainable pain, Wormmon doubled over as Angel just grew even more mad. Insted of the normal evolution into Stingmon though, Wormmon was able to evolve into an Ice Devimon- Reflecting the hate and anger Angel was brewing.
As Ice Devimon appeared, the hate and frustration Angel produced pleased him, making him feel stronger. His tamer was perfect now, perfect for him. An icy blast would catch Angel's attention for only a moment as he continued to destroy things around him, but it was at this point people started to talk on the D-Comm.
First Jinx. Angel had apologized and tried to forgive himself for attacking her by mistake. He had gone out of his way to show her it was an accident, but she had still seemed to have it out for him. He had grown to hate her internally, he couldn't forgive her for being so mean when he had been so damn nice. The world around him spun at the sound of her voice, a voice to match the throat he wanted to slice. In the back of his mind, the good told him she was just trying to help, but the small spark was smuthered by hate and burried alive.
Then Matt. A new friend Angel had recently met, although this time Angel had nothing to say. Ice Devimon was very interested to say the least. Killing other's pleased the demented digimon and he knew that Matt's was vulnerable. The only problem was the icy digimon's touch had damaged the signal on the D-comm, rendering it unable to recieve messages at the current point in time. As Angel decided he wanted to leave this place, not sure where he would be going, Ice Devimon followed him loyally.
As Angel stepped out of the room first, Ice Devimon turned around and froze the entire room over in an eerie, yet beautiful manor.
Any forms of a smile couldn't have been further from this young man's lips until he set foot on the steets of Tetha. A twisted smirk had found its way to the corners of his mouth as Ice Devimon loomed over him quietly snickering. Angel hadn't felt this way in a long time, and had forgotten what it was to love to hate.
"Love is for fools..." Angel whispered as Ice Devimon tilted his head back to give a screech, releasing an Icy Gust that teased the corners of Angel's hooded cloak.
As Angel marched down the steet, ice would form behind his steps freezing anything in its path.
His goal? Angel wasn't sure of his goal. He wanted to find Hoshi, to hurt her like she did to him, but he didn't want to be near her. He had trusted her, and learned that no one could be trusted. As a fresh wisp of hate crossed his mind, the ice behind him spiked sharply. The digimon was feeding off of Angel's thoughts and emotions, every step he took was connected with his tamer. Each time Angel felt, Ice Devimon felt. The digimon wanted nothing more but to kill, and it would seem Angel wanted to kill as well.
The cold pair marched quietly down the cold street with a rhythmic clicking and crackling of ice forming and boots tapping on the ground with each step.