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Ladies, Gentlemen, and Anthromorphs, I Emperor Revan am back, ready to give you all the second chapter in my ongoing series, "Breaking the Chains of Time," I do hope you like it, and feel free to comment on what I can do better, how you like it, and what you rate it. So without further ado enjoy "Breaking the Chains of Time (A Storm is Coming)

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the digimon franchise; all characters are copyrights of TOEI and their respective companies.

This is an Emperor Revan story: don't take any ideas from me, please use your own ideas like good animals, other than that enjoys the show/reading, or whatever.

We last left Michael and Vix exiting the New Eden Torii Mall, after a touching moment, where Michael gave Vix a present. Making both of their love for each other grows; though each of them feels love for the other, they fear that their friendship may die, if the other rejected the other.

So here we are, both still each others best friend, and leaving a ticket booth where Michael has just bought all day passes for Vix and himself, as well as a roll of tickets. Vix continues hold onto Michael as they enter a carnival outside the mall, and in the woods just outside the carnival a pair of violet eyes keep watch of Michael and Vix, as well as an old gypsy woman and her wizardmon.

"Well Vix, what do you want to do first?" Michael said, smiling down to the small renamon clasping his arm, curiously.

Looking up at his, her face deep in thought she replied in excitement, "Oh-oh how about the Hall of Mirrors." She then pointed to a yellow amusement rig, reading "Hall of Mirrors."

Michael grinned and said, "Alright, Hall of Mirrors it is," and soon after they both strolled to the rig, Vix in tow, going through crowds of people and their digimon, all having a fun time.

As they approached the entrance to the Hall of Mirrors, they were stopped by a Solarmon, his two hands, bendable gears, connected to his face, a much larger gear painted orange with large eyes deep in their sockets and a jack-o'-lantern mouth, holding out a hand.

"Passes please," he said, smiling at Michael, knowing full well who the young man was. Michael and Vix, then both showed their passes, and soon later were allowed entrance. As they were about to go in, Vix let go of Michael's arm and ran in ahead of him.

As Michael entered the Hall of Mirrors he heard a familiar voice call out to him, "Michael, play hide and go seek with me, oh, and you're it tee-hee," realizing it was Vixs' voice, he laughed lightly. The game was now under way.

Twice he had thought to he had caught Vix, only to realize it was her tricking him with the reflections of the flexi-glass mirrors. It was only on his third try however that he trapped Vix in a corner and said, "Aw ha, so here's the real Vix, oh and before I forget," he then touched Vixs' shoulder, "You're it."

"You got lucky, if I had taken a right instead of a left at that last turn, I'd be Scotts frees," she said. Next, she got on her tip toes and placed a kiss on his cheeks. Blushing through her fur she then said nonchalantly, "Well, I gotta give you a reward for finding me, don't I?"

Now that the game hide and seek was over in the Hall of Mirrors, they both made their way to other rides such as the Gravitron. While on Gravitron Michael and Vix, along with many other humans and their digimon, were spun around at speeds so fast, that when they would stand up, they found themselves able to walk up the walls, and even on the ceiling. Vix and Michael enjoying the ceiling more than the wall stayed and danced upside down until the conductor told everyone that the ride would be ending, and that they should get back to their respective sitting positions.

Next, they both got onto the Haunted House ride, where they and others, walked through the dark, as people jumped out of them, trying to scare them, as well as strange objects hidden in the dark grazed against skin, fur, feathers, and scale, terrifying everyone but Michael, who could be heard laughing the entire time. His biggest laugh though was when they got out of the dark and into the light. His laugh was brought on because the fur on the back of Vixs' neck stood as high as it could, she stayed that way for the next hour, all the while Michael poking fun at it, and Vix scowling at his jokes every time.

After the rides were done, and Vixs' fur due fixed (lol), that they both took a shot at the gaming booths. They tried their hands at ring tossing, pop gun shooting, and knocking down stacked bottles with a baseball, but they really didn't get anywhere with them. They did well at Dunk the Clown though; this game consisted of a clown sitting on a podium, over a barrel of water. Only when a person hit a bull's eye on a target board did the clown takes a plunge into the water and from this a prize awarded. It was at this game that Michael won a very large panda doll, for Vix.

By this time it was 6:45 and the strobe lights around the carnival turned on, preparing for the coming night. "Thank you again Michael," Vix said hugging a huge panda doll a couple of inches smaller than she was.

"Your welcome," he beamed blushing, "Ready to get dinner, I know this great Italian restaurant that just opened up?" Michael said. Just as Vix was about to reply she was interrupted by a sound coming from a nearby tent.

"Pss, Pss," they heard, "Over hear I need to speak to the two of you." An elderly woman with tanned skin said.

As Michael and Vix approached the tent they were met by a sixty-seven year old gypsy woman. Her hair, which must have been black in her youth, was now peppering with in some areas. She had her hair in dreadlocks that went down to her shoulders and she wore a faded red dress with white lilies on them. And upon looking at her left arm a tattoo that was indiscernible could be seen and to her left stood a wizardmon. The wizardmon stood roughly the same height Vix was, he was a small humanoid creature with plain grey shirt and pants, only his shoes were brown, and tied around his ankles. He wore a grey pointed hat, as well as a purple scarf wrapped around his mouth, only his yellow eyes and a bit of his orange hair were visible to anyone who looked at him.

"Come closer. Closer still," she said to them as they approached. "You two are in grave danger, you must leave quickly and quietly," she suddenly said to both of them in a whisper.

"What do you mean danger? We haven't done anything to warrant harm, Miss?" he gestured to the two in the tent.

"My name is Madam Sullivan, a fortune teller," she said bowing her head, "And this is my long time friend, and digimon partner Wizardmon." This time it was the wizardmons turn to bow his head at the both of them.

"Oh a fortune teller, okay now that our fortunes are told, you want money right?" Michael said, taking hold of his wallet that was in his pocket.

"No my child, I do not ask for money, it is just that as you and your renamon entered the carnival grounds Wizardmon and I have been watching you two." She said, to an annoying looking Michael. What she whispered next made Michael a little more impatient as she said, "But my wizardmon and I are not the only ones watching you two, there are others, but their whereabouts I do not know, nor their reasons.

Michael still not believing this, put a hundred dollars on her table next to her pulsing crystal ball, and said, "Here some money, just please leave us alone, you're scaring my friend here." He then pointed to Vix, who like the haunted house ride, had her fur raised and eyes full of fear and nervousness holding the panda doll tighter than ever.

Taking a hold of the money Madam Sullivan threw it at his feet, causing a slight spectacle to the people and their digimon that were close enough to listen. Madam Sullivan continued to speak even after the money had settled to the ground, "I do not want your money Michael, you and your friend Vix here are in terrible danger, you must leave now!"

"How-," Michael stuttered, "How did you know our names?"

"I am a fortune teller after all, as soon as I spoke to you I knew your entire life as if it were an open book," she said smiling, "I know that you have no family, and that you have an unresolved hatred for the digimon that killed your parents at the airport you were at when you were young."

"As for Vix," she said next, "I know the you only trust Michael and those close to him, you act childish to protect yourself from the sorrow you feel from having not known your real family, and, "She whispered into her ear, "You are in love with your tamer." She pulled away to look at a very shocked renamon, a smile of victory emanating from Madam Sullivan's lips.

"Michael I think we should believe her, we need to go, and we need to go now!" Vix said tugging at Michaels dark green shirt.

It was only when she turned to walk away from the tent did she spot the eyes, the two violet eyes, looking in her direction from the woods just outside the carnival grounds. The next thing she knew, two creatures jumped out of the woods, and started approaching her and the others. People screamed, as the two digimon ran over the humans and digimon, killing some of them as one cut into them with what looked like a scythe. As for some of the rides and stalls that were in their way, they were either destroyed in a fiery explosion, or cut down by the one wielding the scythe, or tossed aside with brute strength.

Stopping forty feet away, stood/floated, two virus type digimon, the first was a Phantomon, he was seen as a floating grey robe, with a red hood. Around what would be his neck, was an eye, being held in place by a bird's talon, attached by a gold necklace. Inside the robe were runes, undecipherable only to him, this is what gave him command of hundreds of spells. Finally in what would be his left hand, if it were visible, was his scythe, made of hardened brass, it was stained with the blood of those who had until recently been alive, and on a chain in his right hand laid a flail.

The other was a Skull Satamon he was literally a pile of bones. He stood nearly seven feet tall, and his bones were bleached orange. He wore heavy boots made of steel, and his pants were tight dark leather. His skeleton face was hidden underneath a black mask with wings shooting out the back, and on his forehead a pentagram, giving the illusion that this was no good guy. Another remarkable ability he had was that he could fly, thanks to a pair of tattered black wings on his back. The two of these digimon were a menacing pair to behold.

"Come here, you little fox!" Skull Satamons' raspy voice yelled.

"Michael, take Vix and run," Madam Sullivan yelled in their direction. She then pulled out her digivice out, and called her Wizardmon into battle.

"No, I'll stay and help you fight," Michael yelled. Just as he was reaching for his digivice, his eyes widened in horror, for he realized that he didn't have his own digivice with. Suddenly he remembered, that he took only his watch out of his drawer that morning, but his digivice was left behind.

"Vix, I don't have my digivice, I need you to go to the manor and get it," Michael called to her. Vix nodded, closing her eyes and prepared herself to teleport away.

"Confining Prism!" yelled Phantomon. The sleeves to his robes held high above his head.

Soon after a pale barrier started to form, and a second later the entire carnival grounds were enveloped in an impenetrable barrier.

"Michael," Vix called out, scared and panicking, "I can't teleport, something's stopping me."

The next thing Michael, Vix, Madam Sullivan, and Wizardmon heard were the two digimon, Phantomon and Skull Satamon, laughing maniacally. At their feet, the bodies of tamers and their digimon lay dead, where blood gushed out from hundreds of cuts that the Phantomon had inflicted on them, as they tried to flee.

"My Confining Prism prevents anything from leaving, or entering any designated area of my choosing," Phantomon said, his eyes narrowing, which was evident to anyone looking, that he was smiling underneath that blood soaked hood of his.

"Did you think I wouldn't start a fight, with a renamon, if I couldn't keep it from running away?" he added.

What happened next caught the Phantomon off guard, as he was basking in his glory, the Wizardmon that he had neglected to watch, sneaked behind him and let out a magical blast of energy.

"Thunder Blast," Wizardmon yelled, letting loose a blast of blue lightning from his wand. Phantomon wheeled around to see what the ruckus was, only to be met by a painful shot to the face, which sent him flying into a nearby generator. As soon as he hit the generator, he was hit with a ten thousand volt jolt of electricity that knocked him out cold swaying dazed in the air.

Skull Satamon, seeing that his partner was out for the count, disappeared in a flash, and appeared next to Wizardmon and hitting him in the face, sent the digimon flying into Michael knocking him out cold.

"Michael, Wizardmon," Sullivan and Vix called out in sync. Vix angry ran at Skull Satamon and started punching and kicking him as fast as she could. Sadly though little damage was inflicted on the ultimate level digimon, and even though Vix was champion, she just didn't have enough power. Realizing this Vix jumped in the air preparing to launch a different type of attack at the laughing Skull Satamon..

"Rubies Storm!" she yelled. Afterwards, thousands of gems suddenly appeared around Vix's body, which then flew towards Skull Satamons' back. This attack really did hurt Skull Satamon, it sent him falling face first into a pile of mud. Taking this opportunity she jumped on Skull Satamon's back and then started to pummel him again with dozens of punches and kicks a second.

Skull Satamon yelled in anger, and, like last time, disappeared at the speed of sound. As he reappeared behind Vix, and raising his right hand, he smiled and said, "Goodnight little fox," and backhanded Vix in the head, knocking her out cold. He then caught the falling renamon, and landing on his feet walked towards a wall of the Confining Prism.

"Phantomon, I got her, let down the barrier, we need to go!" he shouted towards his partner, who was still addled by the attack he endured from Wizardmon earlier.

"You will not take that young one, you monster," Madam Sullivan yelled, taking a card from a deck she carried in her dress pocket, and swiping it through her digivice saying, "Multi-charge activate." As soon as she did that her Wizardmon got up, jumped high in the air, and landed between Skull Satamon and the unconscious Phantomon. Wizardmon then raised his wand high above his head and closed his eyes concentrating.

"Thunder Blast!" Wizardmon shouted, but this time his magical energy ball grew four times its' size and rocketed toward the Skull Satamon.

"Dammit," was all Skull Satamon could say before he threw Vix away from the blast, throwing his arms up in defense as the attack hit him. An explosion followed where large amount of smoke and a crater were visible. Wizardmon sighed in relief beleiveing that he had finally won. His victory was short lived though, as a very damaged Skull Satamon emerged from the ashes, his own wand, pulsing a dark energy.

"That hurt, you bastard," he said, as chips of bone fell to the ground, his mask falling off, and a nub of an obliterated wing twitching on his back. "Now let me return the favor!" He roared before yelling, "Hells Fire," then from his wand emerged fire, from the deepest depths of hell. It streaked towards Wizardmon, getting hotter and darker, until it was the color of night. The attack which hit Wizardmon's chest bore a hole straight through sent him flying through the air, and onto his back.

The attack didn't stop there though, just as Phantomon rebooted, he noticed the attack that had hit the Wizardmon. It was too late for him to get out of the way, that same attack hit him and started to burn through his robes until all that was left were ashes. The Phantomon was deleted, his ashes and data trapped within the prism he erected, only to be absorbed by a dying Wizardmon. Sadly though it wasn't enough to save him from deaths grasp, Wizardmon was going to die

"Wizardmon, NO!!," Madam Sullivan yelled, running as fast as her frail little body could, to he friend. "Please don't die, you can't die," she told Wizardmon, his hat burnt away, blood oozing from the hole where the fire hadn't cartelized the surrounding tissue. Every breath he tool forced through his sewn mouth, as one of his lungs had collapsed.

"Hah hah, I don't believe my body will pull through this time little lady," he smiled, looking into her eyes. "But we need to stop him from taking that renamon; lord knows what they want her for?" (cough...cough)

Meanwhile, Skull Satamon, Vix now back in his hands, walked to the prism wall, his body flickering in and out of existence, from lack of power his dark core had left.

"Dammit," he cursed, "That last attack of mine spent my reserves, better get out quick before brother gets really mad."

When he got to the wall, he realized he did not have enough power to make an exit. He then set the unconscious Vix aside, and sitting down, began to meditate. What Sullivan saw him do next chilled her to the bone. The dead digimon and tamers the evil duo killed earlier, started floating off the ground, wisps of smoke leaving their mouths. Skull Satamon was calling the souls of the dead to help regain his power so that he could use them to lower the wall. Luckily for Sullivan, this ritual took a good amount of time to complete.

"Wizardmon, we need to do something quick, he's about to leave," Madam Sullivan said.

Understanding this Wizardmon turned to the unconscious Michael and pointed an open hand at him. Michael, glowing from Wizardmons' magic, soon after awakened, his clothes dirtied by mud, and hair strewn about.

"Michael come here quickly, and bring the crystal ball over with you too," the dying Wizardmon said pointing at a glowing orb, not five feet from Michael's position.

Michael did as he was told, still half dazed from being violently knocked out. By the time he reached Wizardmon, he realized that Vix was no where in sight, and that Wizardmon was lying on his back, blood gushing from his open wound, and Madam Sullivan holding his hand by his side.

"Vix, where's Vix," his head swinging around, crystal ball still in his hands. It was only when he looked to his right, did he see a yellow fox, wearing black lying beside a very weak Skull Satamon.

"Vix, I'm coming to ya, just hold on," he yelled, dropping the crystal ball beside Wizardmon and Sullivan. Just as he was about to take off running to save his love, Vix, an arm reached out and grabbed him, keeping him in place.

"Let go, I need to go save her," Michael yelled down to the dying Wizardmon.

"You wouldn't last two seconds against Skull Satamon, he still has some power, he's still stronger than you, He Will Kill You," he emphasized at the end of his warning.

Michael then looked at Skull Satamon again and saw something he didn't notice before. Floating around Skull Satamon were wisps of smoke that seemed to have faces. Suddenly he knew what he was seeing, they were souls, or better yet, ghosts of the victims that had died earlier, and, they were slowly going inside him.

"You see now don't you?" Wizardmon said weakly, "He can still kill you. Now I can help you save her, but I must ask you something first."

Taking in a painful breath, he stared into Michael's eyes and said, "How much are you willing to save her, enough to die, to lose all sanity, or worse eternal damnation?"

"What?" Michael said, not grasping what Wizardmon had just said, "All I know is that if I loose her, I won't be able to go on living, she's the only family I have; I would die for her," Michael now crying , his eyes red, and face now fixed on Vix's motionless body.

"Then take this," Wizardmon said, holding out the crystal ball Michael dropped, "and concentrate on saving her." Michael did as he was told; soon afterwards a light wind began to surround him.

"Wizardmon," Madam Sullivan said to him, a smile on her face, "We had good run didn't we?"

"Yes little one," he smiled, recalling the day he was partnered with her over fifty years ago, "We did."

"Goodbye, I'll miss you," was all she could say, her eyes still locked with his. As he was focusing all his powers onto the crystal ball now, his breathing accelerated.

"Not goodbye little one, more like, see you later," he said to her, and then with the last of his strength he smiled, only to followed by his body decompiling, and being absorbed into the crystal ball.

"Now what do I do," Michael asks, seeing that time was wasting, and every second that went by Skull Satamon got closer to leaving the prism. What happened next surprised him; the light wind that was circling around him sped up, until it was nothing but a small hurricane enveloping only him, and nothing else.

Madam Sullivan, got up, where Wizardmon once laid, and went to hide behind what was left of a cotton candy booth, the wind around Michael dying down. When it had fully dissipated, Michael was fully healed and his clothing clean, and rip free.

Michael feeling better, no eight thousand times better, took off in a run towards Skull Satamon. He covered the three hundred foot distance in less than a second stopping short from the evil digimon.

"Let her go," he said coldly to the digimon,

"Lowly human, in what world do you think you can match me in power," Skull Satamon said getting up, and separating Michael from Vix.

"Guess I'll just kill you and add your soul to my little collection," Skull Satamon smiled. He then took his left hand and started to reach for Michael's head.

Michael then grabbed his hand, and to Skull Satamons' surprise, broke it off, sinew and all. Skull Satamon then cried out in pain, a look of fear in his eyes, as this lowly human might really kill him.

Skull Satamon then jumped to the side, and then rounded around Michael, preparing to slice his head off. Suddenly, Michael himself disappeared; he then reappeared 15 feet behind the Skull Satamon and attacked.

Michael then kicked his left foot out, and did a back flip yelling, "Silencing Slice!" From the kick dark energy, coursing with white lightning, slashed at Skull Satamon. Michael now landing on both of his feet, continued kicking as hard as he could, the same dark energy hitting Skull Satamon again and again, until finally, he fell down, literally a pile of bones and ash.

Michael then approached the remains of Skull Satamon, and out of instinct absorbed his data, along with all the souls present as well. When he was finished, he began to walk to Vix, only this time a slight pain in the back of his head joined him.

When he reached Vix, he knelt down beside her and started rubbing the fur on her shoulder saying, "Vix, Vix, wake up, please wake up," the pain in the back of his head now growing into a headache.

"Mike, Michael, is that you," she said coming out of the thrashing she took earlier. She then remembered everything that happened, and quickly got to her feet saying nervously, "Where are they, we need to get out of here and grab your digivice so-." Michael seeing that she was all right, grabbed a hold of her, and giving her a hug, kissed the top of her head, which made her quiet down.

"I was so scared that he'd take you away from me, thank god," Michael cried. Vix stood there her hands now around Michaels' waist taking deep breaths, savoring his scent all the while. After a few minuets of hugging, the headache Michael had, returned as full fledged migraine.

Michael then dropped to the ground, Vix catching him then yelled, "Michael are you alright?" Then to her horror, Michael started convulsing as the migraine turned into a full fledged seizure. "Michael, you're scaring me, Michael," she said shaking him, and then she turned in every direction, still by Michael's side yelling, "Help somebody help."

Madam Sullivan hearing this came out from hiding and ran to the crying renamon, tears staining her eye liner. "Little one" she pleaded to Vix, "You must be strong; his body is fighting against the viral data he absorbed from Phantomon and Skull Satamon, if nothing is done quickly, he will die."

"Die, he can't die, he risked everything to save me, he can't just die now, there's so much stuff I need to tell him, so many things we haven't done yet," she said crying harder than ever.

"You love him, don't you," Sullivan said realizing what the little renamon had said.

"Listen young one, the power coursing through his body is poison to him, yet inside rests another power, yet to be fully awakened," Sullivan explained to the distraught renamon. "The human part of him is fighting the viral data he took upon himself to help free you, if he was to receive pure and untainted blood, and then it will awaken his true power.

Vix, nodding in understanding, clenched her fists really tight, drawing blood from her hand. Putting her bloodied hand to her lips, she sipped; she then bent down to Michael's face, and letting the blood flow down his throat.

Still next to his face she whispered into his ear, "Michael please come back, I need you," she paused, and then whispered into his ears the words, "I love you, and I always will."

Afterwards, Michael's body began to float in the air, like the corpses did earlier. A cocoon of dark energy enveloping him, followed by an explosion, which forced Madam Sullivan and Vix to shield their eyes, then they heard next were two feet hitting the ground. Michael was standing, a smile on his face, and headache gone completely.

Vix ran to Michael and hugged him, what happened next was the best present Michael ever got for his birthday. He bent down and kissed Vix passionately on the lips. Vix realizing what was happening closed her eyes savoring it as their tongues entwined in their mouths. Soon after they broke the kiss, and proceeded to hold each other closely.

"I heard you," Michael said, "I heard you pleading for me to come back, and that love confession of yours," he beamed down to a very embarrassed renamon.

"You heard that did you, aha," she said squeamishly, "I just saw you there shaking, so I just came out and said it, sorry."

"Sorry, why are you saying sorry for?" Michael questioned, "It was beautiful, you gave me the biggest birthday present a guy could have, because now that I know you love me, I can tell you that I love you too."

"Excuse me," Sullivan said to the two of them, waiting patiently, we need to go outside and let the authorities and medics handle what's happened in here.

Michael and Vix then looked around to see that on the other side of the prism police cars, ambulances, and helicopters had surrounded the area.

"Easier said then done," Vix exclaimed, "How do you propose we should get out, with Phantomon dead we're trapped, nothing can get in or out remember?"

Michael smiled at this, and said, "Lucky for us, Phantomon's I have his powers now, I can easily remove this barrier." Next thing Madam Sullivan and Vix knew, Michael held out a closed fist, and when he opened it, the barrier became brighter and brighter, until all that was left was nothing but open space.

As soon as the barrier was gone Michael, Vix, and Madam Sullivan began to walk toward the crowd. As they neared the crowd a person screamed, "BASTARD!" It wasn't a human's voice though, but a digimon, one dressed in green robes, and a tan hood. He stood five foot nine, and the only thing visible were his two yellow eyes and two golden orbs circling his body. What stood before them was a Wisemon and he was really pissed off.

"You killed my brothers, now I'm going to kill you!" Wisemon crackled, pointing a black finger at Michael.

"Michael," Vix said worriedly, only to be met by his finger touching her lips. He then bent down and kissed her again.

"Shhhh," he said pulling away from her face, "Everything will be alright, take Madam Sullivan to safety and stay with her, I promise everything will be alright."

Vix nodded yes, and taking the elderly woman by the hand, walked behind a police car, and nervously watched what was about to unfold.

"Get ready you filthy human, after I kill you, I'll take your beloved mutt next," Wisemon laughed, the law enforcement guns trained on him now, but none of them firing out of fear of being killed themselves. So the police like the public held themselves back at a safe distance, watching.

Suddenly Wisemon grabbed both of his flying orbs; and launched them at Michael. The orbs becoming thinner and longer until they made contact with his chest, the orbs, both now fused into a thin golden string stretching and connecting Michael and Wisemon together, began to pulse a violet color.

"Get ready human, all those powers you took from my brothers are going to mine," his laughter never ceasing, "And once your dead I'll take your MUTT and revive my brothers, Oh we are going to have a great time with her." Anothr one of his maniacal laughs escaping his hidden lips.

Wisemon's laughter was abruptly ended though, when he looked down at the orbs he had fused into himself. The normal violet colored energy he should be seeing, coming from the victim was replaced by black energy pulsing from him into Michael.

"How did you?" he said trying to sever his connection to Michael, only to fail in his endeavors.

Michael just stood there smiling, as more and more energy from Wisemon was being drained into him. Then to reply to Wisemon's question, he said two words, "It's done."

"It's done?" Wisemon spat out, only stopping when he realized he could no longer stand as Michael had just sucked the last of his energy reserves dry.

Michael's body was consumed with dark energy just as before, the white lightning associated with it had intensified, soon later enveloped his body in a hurricane three times as big as the last one.

All around him people stood their in aw, seeing something that was not supposed to even be possible. A minute later, laughter could be heard coming from the hurricane, it was deeper than Michaels and followed by it were two crimson opening, and visible from inside the dark maelstrom. Fire was literally, coming out of them, the Wisemon at the head of all that was transpiring, cowered in fear. Eventually the hurricane of dark energy disappeared, and from it emerged a black renamon.

This renamon though was unlike any other ever seen before, the powers of the crystal ball, Phantomon, Skull Satamon, Vix, and now Wisemon, had fused together and formed Michaels' body into something unique. The renamon stood six and a half feet tall. He wore an opened crimson robe decorated with gold trim, buttons, and elaborate designs sewn all over. His legs were covered with the same black baggy pants, but this time they had gold trim and were a darker shade, then anyone could imagine. On the inside of his robe runes were sewed in with black thread, clearly to give him some kind of magical protection. His face, the same as any renamon, but of coarse black, had the same lines going down each of his eyes, just like Vixs', though instead of being colored crimson, they were gold. His most imposing feature though was what he carried in his right hand. A staff made of pure platinum inlaid with rubies, obsidian, and emeralds, along with runes carved delicately into it, and pulsing an eerie violet as well.

He then took steps towards Wisemon, wisps of smoke appearing behind him with every step, his crimson eyes burning with fire, as he looked down at the creature who dared to try and kill him, still weak from all the power that was drained from him. Then the dark renamon stopped just a foot away from him, and smiled a menacing smile.

"What, (gulp), what are you?" was all the Wisemon could get out of his voice.

Hearing this, the renamon broke out in a maniacal laughter that made everyone in the vicinity, cringe, knowing full well that what they saw was truly the embodiment of madness. After his laughter died down a bit, and recomposing himself he spoke again

"To answer your question, "What am I," I will tell you," taking a deep breath the renamon calmly said, "I am Shinigamimon, and you are my prey."

With that said he took up his staff and jabbed it into the ground softly speaking the words, "Let the Reaping Begin."

The staff glowed violet, and then transformed into a scythe. The new weapon was the same, except now it had a blade, made from a large piece of diamond curving 270 degrees, smooth on all sides. On the blade where the same runes decorating his body, except they ran the its entire length on both side, and pulsed with dark energy, Shinigamimon then looked down at Wisemon, and lifting his scythe high in the air smiled very maniacally.

Find out what happens, on the next installment of Breaking the Chains of Time (Loves Wings)