Fear, Solitude, Hate, Ignorance, Vanity, Selfishness, Despair and most of all Darkness. These were the things that made up Apocalymon’s life. He floated among the cosmos but was unable to appreciate it’s beauty. He was trapped in a cube that made his prison. 13 years he spent unable to do anything. At first he tried constantly to break free of his digital hell but despite all of his god like power he was unable to break free. He had all but given up at freedom. His life was nothing a mere spec of dust in a universe that he was barred from.

He thought of those who put him there and his blood boiled. The digidestined mere mortals, mere humans, mere children, defeated him and sent him to this hell. Their strengths held him here for eternity. He was left with nothing but the worst emotions a being can feel. Every night he dreamed of total revenge against the digidestined. The thought of wrapping his hands around their necks was the only thing that kept him going. He wanted them to make them suffer until the light of hope leaves their eyes. With that thought the world became a little darker.

He had been living in the darkness for so long that he didn’t even notice that the world in fact did get darker. In the top right corner of the cube one of the crests began to dim. For the first time in over a decade he felt hope. He drifted up and saw the dimming crest.

“Of course if they weaken so does their crest’s power.”

An evil grin spread over his face. The road to his salvation had become clear. The digidestined could be corrupted. He stared at the crest and smiled at whom had been the key to his freedom.

“Oh Mathew your friends have failed you and now you will cause them to fall.”

Matt lay in his bed staring blankly at the ceiling. Sleep had eluded him for days. Every time he tried his mind would race to the darkest parts of his subconscious. Debt, frustration and disappointment haunted him wherever he went. He turned over and his beautiful wife Sora lay next to him sleeping peacefully. Her naked body and milky skin gleamed in the moonlight. He reached out and stroked her long silky red hair. He moved down her cheek and to her naked breasts. He put his hand over her heart and it beat slowly and sweetly.

Matt sighed realizing that he wasn’t going to get any sleep. He crept silently across the floor. Several kimonos and outfits filled their room. Sora had been working at becoming a fashion designer. Matt supported her but she had failed to sell a single item and her lack of income made it hard for him to pay the bills. He went to the closet and found his old guitar. He missed the days where he could rock out with his band.