Digimon Empire

Chapter 7

FlaWizarmon simply snapped his fingers and a prefabricated spell circle appeared around Michael and Cairomon. This pattern was much more simple than the others he'd witnessed so far but Michael's stomach dropped when he suddenly was moved across the room and was standing before the Djinn Digimon. The thundering voice boomed and cut as though electricity itself was dancing off of its tongue as it spoke,

"I'm am glad you've made it this far human. You're a needed catalyst for this device to function at its fullest potential. First, I shall answer any and all questions you have. Every question you have I will answer to the best of my ability." The Djinn Digimon settled into a more relaxed posture while still staying within the bounds of the circles he was apparently summoned with.

"Why are you not able to leave those circles?" Cairomon asked before Michael was able to. A light gleamed from behind the Djinn's eyes.

"I am not physically here, FlaWizarmon summoned an apparition of me from a different Digital Realm. The simple explanation is that the Digital World was saved in different states and when these occurred we never left the same base universe. The reason for that I believe lies in the undue amount of power given to the most powerful deity Digimon by the creators, The humans." The echoing voice resonated through the chambers and Michael speculated over the ripples that their actions had made which resulted in these extremely unexpected effects.

"We did not design you. How do you exist? It was within the confines of the programming to allow Digimon to evolve in their Digivolution into new variations of existing Digimon, You are not a variation, you are a new Digimon. How?" Michael asked in a slightly accusatory tone, almost as though he was blaming the Djinn for its own existence. The Djinn laughed dangerously.

"My name is Zeparmon." The way his name escaped his lips was with energy and though unspoken Michael understood his name meant sound or noise in some manner and it accounted for his thunderous speaking, "You are of course correct I was not of human design. The very millisecond that the Digital World was turned on the most Divine of all Digimon whom you created conspired to inhibit human control over our realms. Some merged together with their clones in other worlds whole worlds merged into more supreme deities. The combined power of so many Digimon of that magnitude helped forge and manipulate the Time Lock. It is now considered an ancient device by most but it allowed the Pantheon of the Divine to alter the time differential between the human world and the Digital World. The slowed the differential as much as possible to allow Digimon the most time possible to evolve and grow, independent of human influence." He paused to allow Michael to process what he was saying. Cairomon stepped forward asking,

"You did not answer how you exist," The black dragon Digimon sounded defiant but Michael could hear the undertone of curiosity on his words, "If what you say is true that doesn't account for how you came to be nor any of the rest of your kind. I know there are others. I've seen them."

"One of the powers that the humans gave the most powerful Digimon was to self govern the Digital World. The programming was loose for interpretation and as such it did not take a sharp mind to translate that to mean they could create Digimon. Together they forged new Digimon species and new forms of Digivolution. I was one of their attempts of a Divine creation. Myself and my brethren are failed attempts. We gained the immortality, the power, but we lack the innate abilities granted by the human creators. We are what you would call Demi-Gods of the Digital World." He paused a moment before continuing while studying the faces of Cairomon and Michael, "Our forms all changed to look similar to my appearance, when I was created I looked much more like you do Cairomon. Part of the failure was to revert us to this state, Thismay have been some safe fail in the event of corrupt imaging in the program by the creators but I am more inclined to speculate that it is a result of our magic mixed with the coding that governs the Digital World at its foundations. Djinn have traditionally been considered "magi" associated and I feel that these forms more adequately reflect the influence humanity imposed on us despite not having been created by them."

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"What of the other evolutions to the programming I've witnessed?" Michael asked while advancing forward, FlaWizarmon motioned him down but Michael ignored him. "Why do Digimon lose limbs, suffer, bleed?"

"The Pantheon of the Divine realized that turning into absorbable data for experience was not the only way a Digimon could die. The Pantheon would never admit it but they changed the function so that they could keep Digimon alive longer when extracting information from them."

"So they changed the default injury and death options so they could torture more information out of captives?"

"That is correct." The booming thunderous voice of Zeparmon shook the ground and walls around them. Those three small words echoed inside of Michael and he felt the pressure of each word as though spoken through a grand P.A. system with deep bass. He shook these feelings as Cairomon spoke up,

"Are these captives a side affect from the current civil war wrecking this region?" Cairomon inquired.

"No. There was an ancient war fought among the Pantheon of the Divine over how power should be distributed among each other, Especially once they'd realized they had greater control over the worlds. This "region" is the Pangean Plateau and is the major supercontinent of this world." Cairomon turned his head, seemingly ashamed of his lack of knowledge regarding local common geography of the world he'd grown up in. Michael sensed this and deflected the conversation to himself,

"What do we need to do in order to move on to other worlds?" As Michael asked he saw a gleam in the Djinn's eye.

"Ah yes!" The deep voice echoed and exerted more pressure than before on the chamber, "You will need to secure seven of the twelve Reality Orb Fragments. Each world has twelve of them total scattered through them. If you are not Divine it is the only way to pass between realms. Only one world has a completed Reality Orb, the pieces are quite hard to find. Search among the more powerful Digimon in that world as they've likely started gathering fragments by now."

"What price am I paying for this information? Why are you telling me any of this?"

"Nothing is ever truly free. We all pay a price in the end." The Djinn answered solemnly. "I am telling you this information because I intend to help you. Despite my own creators being the Divine of The Pantheon... Human influence is what drives us, created us all ultimately, and it is human influence that will save us in the end. The Divine abuse their power and I disapprove of their choices in how they've abused it." Michael was growing impatient and he could feel impatience mounting from Cairomon. He was starting to understand the feral attitude regarding conflicts that seemed petty. Yes morally what The Pantheon did wasn't right but it wasn't so inherently evil and damning that Michael was wanting to run head first to confront the most powerful being they'd made.

"That is why I stole your Digivice after retrieving it for you." FlaWizarmon spoke now for the first time, his voice sounded like it was coated in honey and soft compared to the powerful voice of the Djinn. "One of the things that the Divine did was seal the human Digivice spawn relation. It was oddly convenient to find you so easily and I am glad I was the first and it was one from The Pantheon coming to investigate the sighting of a human."

"We do not have much time human. If you are to let us help you then I donate to you this very place, a safe seclusion from the world you're in. My presence is needed elsewhere." The Djinn now spoke dismissively. "Have FlaWizarmon contact me whenever you've resolved that civil war business happening there." With that the might Djinn vanished from the chamber.

"Wait." Michael spoke but too late to stop the Djinn's departure. "I had more questions." To which FlaWizarmon eagerly stepped forward.

"I shall do my best to answer."

"Why exactly did we have to go through all this trouble just to get here if you were wanting to work with us?"

"A Djinn's assistance never comes for free."