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Well after a long time of having a broken computer, and no easy access to any other, I Emperor Revan, climbed through caves, over mountains, and through disease infested forests to find a repairman. Neh, just joking. My computers fixed, and so here is what I hope many were waiting for, "Breaking the Chains of Time: Breakthrough."

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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.

His scythe raised high over his head, Shinigamimon grinned wickedly to a very unfortunate Wisemon, "Let the Reaping begin!"

The last thing the Wisemon felt or heard for that matter was the wind being cut in two, and the most horrendous pain imaginable. Head feeling weightless now, Wisemon tried to turn his neck but was unable to, so he moved his eyes and looked down. Panic raced through his mind, his mouth trying to scream, but to no avail, for he was now flying somewhat two feet in the air, looking down at where his left shoulder should be. The sight slipping him out of conciseness, not to mention loss of blood and the data that was completely drained a while back, by that cursed Shinigamimon.

"Fucking creature, my brothers will avenge me," this last thought went through his head, soon after he passed out and died.

Darkness surrounded the Wisemon; he was flying down a dark tunnel and at the end was a faint light that grew larger and larger as he neared it. Suddenly the light engulfed him, blinding him for a bit. Eyes adjusting he looked at his surroundings, before him stood endless plains, dead and devoid of life, chasms spread about going down as far as the eyes could see. Above him a red sky, dark clouds roaring about spilling fire to the earth. The fires grew in intensity, burning the Wisemon more then hell itself. Creatures now emerged from the chasms and began to converge on his position, their burnt rotted flesh, torn sinew, and lifeless eyes paralyzed him, he was unable to move; they reached him, and began to devour him, a feeling he would know every moment for all eternity. For Wisemon wasn't in Hell, but a place far worse "The Inferno," a place that was a meta physical manifestation of Shinigamimon's inky black soul, a place where he kept all of his victims souls.

Back in the real world, Shinigamimon reveled as he devoured his first soul. It sent chills up his spine, and soon after he decided he wanted more. His eyes darted about, at the crowd surrounding him, people obviously curious at what was happening. Just then a meek looking renamon, Vix, her clothes torn in places, and covered in mud, stepped out of the crowd.

Shinigamimon took note, as he watched this delightful little morsel stood in front of him, completely helpless and so charged at her.

"So you wish to offer your soul to me freely, GOOD, you shall be a wonderful addition to my growing collection!" he roared, racing to his next victim the policemen taking aim, firing their guns at the dark renomon. Sadly to their dismay they couldn't hit him, the civilians noticed and so cowered to the ground, screaming all the while.

The young renamon girl looked up her emerald eyes glistening with tears, seeing what her love had become. For Shinigamimon the sight of this girl crying stopped him in his tracks. The police men now had a clear shot at the creature and taking aim once more fired, only to be met with silent clicks, their guns rendered completely useless.

Meanwhile Michael fought against this dark entity for control of his body, and without as much of a sweat he came out on top. Shinigamimon's eyes, which were still burning crimson fire, suddenly turned to a light shade of blue, and looking down at the female renamon said, "Vix?"

"Michael, is that you?" her ears perking up and emerging from between he legs started wagging slightly back and forth.

"Yeah, it's me, but what's happening, where's Madam Sullivan?" he said looking around.

Suddenly out of no where, a police man charged at the dark renomon. Michael quickly thrust his left hand in the mans direction, and gathering energy in it, sent a ripple in time. Sound, smoke, light, as well as other things came to a complete stop, only Michael, who was still in his Shinigamimon mode, Vix, and Madam Sullivan, who now came out of the frozen crowd where unaffected.

"By the Soveren," Vix said in disbelief, "you made everything stop, how did you do that?" her hand running through water that was shooting in the air by a broken water line nearby. She could easily move the drops of water as if strings of beads were in front of her.

"I-I don't know, it just sort of happened, like instinct took over," he answered, examining his left hand, and then his right, admiring his diamond bladed scythe and their runes.

"If I may?" the elderly gypsy, Madam Sullivan, spoke to Michael.

"It's because you took in the power of Skull Satomon," crossing her arms around her waist she continued, "you took his ability to manipulate time, and slowed it, but it won't last long, we have to get out of here before time flows normally again, and I don't believe you can do it again without more practice." Vix looked back at the water next to her and saw it starting to fall at a faster rate; even the police man that was running to Michael, was starting to move a little more every second.

Michael looking at Vix, nodded, he then concentrated on his home and snapped a finger he enveloped Sullivan, Vix, and himself in a dark vortex teleporting them to Hurst Manor, as all Renamon were able to do. All that remained were wisps of light that spread to the crowd, wiping all the memories of the three of them.

Opening his eyes, Michael marveled at his accomplishment, he had teleported the three of them, as well as his car, over forty miles from the carnival grounds. Michael then gestured to Sullivan and Vix, Michael taking the rear, going to the manor's front door, Vix ringing the door bell. The faint sounds of bells could be heard within, and seconds later the door opened, Frederick on the other end still in his butler uniform.

As always Fredericks face was unemotional, looking up he spoke, "Welcome to Hurst Manor, how may I hel-," his face soon showing horror as he saw the unusual renomon, weapon in hand and standing next to a bruised and dirtied Vix.

"Jill, Marisa, call the police, I think something has happened to Master Hurst," he bellowed, pulling out a grey digi-vice from his coast pocket, preparing to summon his Centaurmon.

His attempts where stopped only when Michael raised a hand, and called out to his butler, "Frederick there's no need for the police, it's me, Michael, and I assure you I'm quiet all right." Frederick, clearly dumbfounded at the whole situation, lowered his digi-vice and placed it back inside his coat.

"Master Hurst, is it really you?" his eyes carefully studying the tall and stout dark renomon, only when he searched his eyes did he come to the conclusion that it was indeed his master. Michael nodded his head, assuring Frederick that he did believe him now.

"Maria, belay that, there's no need for the police, false alarm, just go back to your work," he called to the second floor of the manor, the sound of a phone being set down echoing below, and door closing. "Master Hurst, sorry for the miscommunication, may I ask you how this happened; should I call a doctor?" Frederick's face full of worry, looking at the boy, or creature as it was, that he had practically seen grow over the years.

All three where now in the lobby, Michael now in the lead walked to his personal study, a giant library. The library had three floors, the room a perfect circle, books surrounding them and ladders, giving access to their reaches. Michael had over the course of his life, read a great deal of them, taking great pride in learning from masters of business, philosophy, and history; human and digital. Michael took a seat in a red Victorian couch, Vix by his side and Madam Sullivan across from them. A fire was roaring in he background, a portrait of his family above its mantle, a remembrance of who he was, a Hurst.

"No, I don't need any doctors," Michael said, his scythe in the corner of the library, Frederick next to the fire place, Vix's head against his shoulder.

"Besides," he let out a sigh of relief, happy to sit his muscles aching with every movement, "they wouldn't be able to do anything, right?" he looked at Madam Sullivan now.

Frederick and Vix looking at her now too, she answered back, "Yes, once bonded to the power of Azulongmon's blessing, it can not be released until the bearer dies," she winced at he word 'death,' remembering how a few hours ago she lost her best friend Wizardmon.

"You mean, Michael will look like this forever?" Vix stood up shouting at the gypsy.

"No, he is in full control of this power, and since Azulongmon is capable of taking any form he wishes, Michael surely can do the same too," she gestured, still seated. "Go ahead Michael, concentrate on yourself, focus on what you should look like."

Michael closed his eyes and empting all thoughts from his head focused on his human form. Suddenly he felt a slight tingle go down his spine, standing up he felt warmth flow over his entire body. Vix backed away giving Michael some distance as the same cocoon of white energy from before surrounded his body, only to dissipate shortly after to revealing a disheveled human, his black hair, with a red stripe flowing through both sides, all matted up. Michael was now back to his original form, clothes ripped and dirtied, just as Vix's were.

"Michael your back!" Vix squeeled, she hugged him, pushing her small frame into his, her head resting as few inches above his belly button.

The two kissed each other and sat back down, fire roaring and illuminating the study, as a shocked butler, could hardly fathom what just transpired.

"Master Hurst, glad to see your back to your old self," his face now composed back into its formal look. Frederick then walked to his master and offered him a hot towel that he had prepared in a porcelain bowl. Michael took it, and wiped the grime off his face and hands, before giving it back. Frederick had given the others the same towels, their faces clean once more.

"Thank you Frederick, that will be all, you may leave," Michael said to his servant. Frederick simply bowed, and strode out of the study, closing the large oak doors behind him,

"Now, Madam Sullivan, we need to talk about what happened today," Michael now speaking harshly to the elderly woman, Vix seemingly keeping quiet for now.

"I can't tell you much, all I know is that the moment I saw you, my Wizardmon and I new something was wrong," she answered. She then went on, "Soon after we both felt the presence of two virus type digimon, and new instantly they were after you, as to what they wanted, I haven't the faintest clue."

"You just expect me to believe that, that you and Wizardmon," he shot of, "took one look at us and said, 'Oh they're in danger,' BULLSHIT," yelling at the end. Vix now putting a hand on her tamers shoulder now, calming him down.

"It doesn't matter what you think, with the gift of Azulongmon, such things have always been in my power," she said neutrally, hands still unmoving on her lap as she looked deep into Michaels now red eyes.

"Okay, sorry I snapped, but still is there anything you can tell me that might help me know why they wanted Vix," his right hand over her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

"Only you can do that," these comments made Michael give a quizzical look.

"The souls of those three slain digimon that attacked us are in you now, in due time, they will tell you everything," her look dead serious, Michael quite now.

It was Vix's turn to jump in now, "Whoa you mean he has their memories, they can tell us what we want to know?" her eyes wide with amazement.

"Not quite little one, as I said he now has their souls, I can sense they are in extreme pain right now, and with due time they may divulge information to your tamer," Sullivan answered.

"You're right, I remember now, just a little though, that Wisemon said his brothers would finish what he was unable to do," a smirk on his face now.

Madam Sullivan suddenly stood up, turning to the study's door. This completely caught Michael and Vix off guard, and soon they too followed her.

"Madam Sullivan, did I say something wrong?" Michael called to her one of his hands taking hold of her shoulder.

She stopped, now in the foyer of the manor, and turned to face Michael, her aged face and silver eyes looking into his own. Vix was now right beside Michael, with Frederick standing by the front door.

"No my child, you have said nothing wrong, I simply have said everything I know, and so therefore must be on my leave," she now looked to the ground, tears welling in her old eyes, "and, I just can't stand looking at you either, I'm sorry."

Michael was completely taken aback, for Madam Sullivan had never once said anything about his eyes till now.

"My eyes? I'm sorry if I somehow offended you, but there is still more I need to ask you," pleading to the elderly woman.

"I'm sorry, it's just," she sniffed back, "I see him, Wizardmon, everytime I look at you. I know he's not dead, but a part of you, so in a way he's still alive, but still it's just too much." She then proceeded to the front door where Frederick opened it for her, and she stood on the porch.

Madam Sullivan now looked at the two of them and smiled. Michael in the meantime got Frederick to the side and told him to drive the elderly gypsy home. Frderick nodded and walked around the corner of the manor towards the garage for a car.

"Michael, there is one more thing," she whispered, waiting for them to be alone, not trusting the butler, "be careful with your new power, if you rely on it too much, it will consume you."

"Consume him, like kill him?" Vix cryed out worried as more bad news just seemed to pile up on top of the other.

"Yes, though he had some power as I've noticed in this form, if he were to rely heavily on Shinigamimon's true potential, it might be the end," her eyes dead serious.

The car, a stretch limo, now rounded a corner and stopped at the front door, the butler, got out and opened the passenger door. Madam Sullivan waved on last goodbye and got in, the door closed behind her, and Frederick got into the drivers seat.

Madam Sullivan rolled down the car window and said, "Thank you, I wish you too luck." She then rolled her window up, and soon the car was gone, taking her to destination unknown.

"Ugh, what a bad birthday this turned out to be," Michael sighed, his body severely tired. "Vix I'm gonna hit the showers, you should too." the sky being extremely dark, as the day had pretty much ended.

"Alright," was all she said, Vix walked with Michael into the manor; Michael closing the door.

The two proceeded to their rooms, and took off their ruined clothing getting inside their showers. Michael was the first to finish, and not feeling particularly hungry, got into some boxers, and grabbing a cell phone called the front gate.

*RING*RING* "Hello?" a voice said on he other end.

"Hello Bruce, it's Michael," he said into the phone.

"Oh, Mr. Hurst, what can I do for you?"

"I want you to tell everyone that they're on mandatory paid vacation as of now, I want them to take the week off, that's you too," he said nonchalantly.

"Ugh, thank you sir, I will," he said, Michael turned his phone off and lay back in his bed, looking at the ceiling.

He couldn't remember how lond he was looking at the ceiling, but his mind stopped wondering as a sound came from Michael's door. He looked over to see Vix who clearly didn't have any clothes on, the only thing she still had on were her many earrings. She approached Michaels' bed and climbed in. Michael only looked at her, as she knelt down a bit, and bending her head, kissed him on the lips.

"I'm sorry," Michael said after the kiss was broken, light tears welling in both of their eyes. "I should have protected you better."

Wiping her tears with her gloveless paw she kissed him deeply and spoke afterwards, "Michael, you did protect me, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here, and you..." she sobbed thinking about the alternative.

Michael sat up, and grabbing Vix's shoulders, pulled her to him, giving her another passionate kiss, one that threw all concerns away for them both. Vix hands slowly caressed his chest, feeling his strong muscles underneath his skin, as Michael did the same. His hands easily wrapping around her waist, feeling her silky yellow fur, grabbing the love handles, will delicacy. There tongues intertwined, wanting to be one more than anything they had every experienced before.

Michael then pulled away from the kiss, and moved down to her neck, licking at her fur and skin, sending shivers down her spine, as her head was raised to the ceiling, shallow breaths escaping her muzzle. Vix wanting Michael to feel just as good as she was, dragged her right paw down his chest, first to his six pack abed stomach, then his inner left thigh, and finally to stop a bulge on his boxers. Michael let out a sharp breath, stopping the kiss he was giving to her neck. He looked into her eyes and kissed her again, his right hand too, moving down her budding breasts where he kneaded them and then suckled them. Doing this for a few minuets while she rubbed his hardening member, he moved his hands down to her beautiful sculpted belly, and then to a slightly wet sex.

"Michael, we've been together for so long, you have been my best friend, and now, Ohh-," she gasped as he massaged her virgin slit, her hand grasping his growing member, under his shorts.

"Sorry, what were you going to say?" he blushed, still looking in her eyes, even though hers were shut tight, from the wonderful pleasures her genatalia was giving her between her legs.

"Be my mate, I want you; only you," opening her emerald eyes, and looking deep into his now cyan ones.

"Me too," was all he said as he lowered his head down to her breast and began nipping at them slowly, his hand now massaging her clit, bringing much satisfaction to her body. This continued too for some time, Vix massaging a now solid rock hard dick, until she could feel her climax coming near, she held Michaels' hand and stopped him, he understood, and silently agreed. Pushing him down on his back, she grabbed his boxers, and slid them off, showing his fully nude form. His cock now at its full girth, nine inches long and three inches in diameter, she lowered her head entranced by this thing and licked the head gently.

(GROANING) Oh... Vix soo good," Michael groaned, having never felt this sensation before as she now had half of it in her muzzle, her head bobbing up and down. Michael his hands free lightly grabbed the fur at the top of her head, and slightly pushed her farther down, now more than two thirds of his cock in her mouth. The groaning of the two, and the slopping noises of saliva depositing itself on his member, filled the entire room, adding to the mood. Michael too felt his own climax coming near, and not wanting to waste it in her mouth stopped her.

Vix accepted, she licked her lips, and seductively crawled on all fours up his strong body and sat on his stomach, her juices flowing down each side of it. She then gave Michael another French kiss; him flavoring his own member in her mouth, as she did the same; her own jusices, the combination truly intoxicating.

Michael stopped the kiss: "Vix, would you be my first?" his voice rasping as he was now sweating and panting for air.

"My one and only alpha, you do me honor, I will gladly be your first as you mine," she simply replied pulling herself up a bit, as she positioned herself above his cock, gently rubbing her pussy on it, lathering it up. Michael took hold of her love handles, and slowly pulled her down, his cock going into her waiting sex. Vix gasped as his cock stretched her, her little body not fully developed to accommodate this; but still enough to satisfy them both. Michael then stopped as he felt a slight obstruction preventing him from going any further.

"Vix, this might hurt a bit, but I promise it won't be long, please hold through for me," he pleaded to the renamon her eyes welling tears from the pain.

"Okay, I trust you, go ahead take it," no sooner was that said, then Michael pushed and pulled her down, bursting through her hymen, and into her sacred cavern. Vix shot her head up high, gasping for air, no noise escaping her lips. Michael seeing her in pain, sat up and wrapped his strong arm around her delicate frame, and pulled her into a kiss, she now howling in his mouth, sending vibrations down to his stomach exciting him even more.

"The worst is over, I'm going to move now," he whispered to her, his only reply a slight nod, her eyes shut.

Michael slowly pulled out, and then pushed back in, a bit of blood leaking down his cock, and onto his thigh. He grunted as he felt the tightness of her pussy, this being his first time with any female, he only hoped he could last long enough to make her feel good too. Vix could now feel the pain slowly go away, and soon later felt a tingling sensation in her loins as she too started too push back into him at a steady rhythm.

"O- Michael, it feels so good, push deeper, OH by the Sovereigns, I never knew anything could feel so, Ugh, good," she smiled to her lover.

"Heh, that makes two of us," he giggled as he complied with her wish, pushing farther into her, watching her crimson stretched sex being pummeled by his thick cock deeper and faster now. Time had no meaning for the two. They continued in their love making, their only thoughts; being together, being one. Each one now enjoying fully each others company as they both simply looked into each others eyes; as to the conventional "eyes shut" scenario that so many others do for simple pleasure. But not for these two they simply saw each other, both never wanting to pull their gazes apart for a deep connection was now being made.

Michael now pumping faster into her, her little body and breasts, flinging in the air, as his balls clapped against her little rump, slopping sounds coming out of her. He could not hold out much longer, his movement speeding up more and more. He pulled Vix closer to him, her breasts tightly against his hairless chest, eyes locked, and cheeks blushing. The two hugged each other, going faster and faster.

"I'm going to cum," Michael shouted.

"Me too, let's, Ugh... cum together," she shot back.

Seconds later the two couldn't hold on any more; Vix came just as Michael did, his seed shooting in large streams deep into her untouched womb; inner walls grasping tight around his cock, milking his balls for all he had. It took a couple of minutes to end, as Michael had much to give her, his balls pulling up to her. Vix in the meantime was having multiple orgasms, as she felt his seed warming her up inside, a feeling she reveled in.

It was at this moment of bliss, that Renamon instinct took over both of them, and leaning to each others shoulders they bit deep into one another. For those not understanding why the two would draw blood from each other in such a manner, it helped elicit even more pleasure in their dazed minds, as it was their lifemate ritual. The two pulled away from each others bloodied shoulders and kissed one last kiss, before they both passed out. The mating now complete, magic started circulating around the two unconscious bodies healing their wounds. On Vix's right shoulder the bight marks that Michael left were growing blue, and Michael's bite marks a golden color on his right should as well. Both were unaware of what had just happened, they just simply slept soundly in Michael's bed, his member still inside her and arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace.

(Somewhere in an unkown location)

*SLAP* "TELL ME, HOW DID YOU DO IT, WHERE IS THE KEY?" a shadowed figured bellowed out to a motionless woman tied in a chair. It was Madam Sullivan, her face badly swollen from hour's beatings, blood flowing down it, and too the tiled stone floor below.

"Heh heh, you ignorant fool, I'll never tell you," she calmly spoke back, before she spat blood at her captors face. She received a punch to the gut for that one; trying to catch her breath hideous gulps of air escaping he throat.

"If you don't tell us what we want to know, we'll have no choice but to kill your whole carnival troupe, how would you like that?" he snickered to her face, a look of horror upon it.

"Oh, you sure got her with that one Dark Anubismon," a second voice said, the strange outline of what looked like fire coming from it.

"You just have to find the right buttons to push, it's not that hard," said Dark Anubismon, approaching from the shadows.

The digimon stood roughly seven foot eight, his head the shape of a jackal, his fur black as night. He had long flowing hair, which went to his feet. Another remarkable feature was that he had wings, but instead of feathers they were scales. Dark Anubismon highly detested his "cousins" the regular Anubismon, and their glowing white wings with their anti-virus core going out of their way to help others in whatever ways they could. He on the other hand loved what he was, a Viral Night Soldier, a mega, one that was destined to be free of human control.

"Now, if you want the rest of your troupe and digimon to live, tell us what you did, where is the 'One of Nine' powers of Azulongmon, and the renamon?" he didn't shout this time, but she could see his icy blue eyes behind the shadows, her mind now conflicting what she should do.

"Alright-Okay, but I have your word that you won't hurt any of them," she questioned gasping for air.

"Of course, we would never think to break a promise would we?" Dark Anubismon called to his friends, looking over his shoulder to the other five pairs of eyes watching him, each with smiles on their faces.

"I gave the power to a human, I don't know his name," she lied, hoping they wouldn't catch her in the act.

"Was it the same human who was with the renamon?" the owner of the fiery figured digimon from the shadows spoke again. "The one that transformed into that abomination," she could hear disgust clearly in his voice.

"Yes, the same, after he killed your brothers," she received harsh looks for bringing back this bad memory from the others, "he erased the crowd's minds, and teleported me to safety, where walked home. Soon after you grabbed me from my tent, and I was here." Thankfully though they didn't catch her getting out of a limo, or with Frederick, at least he was safe.

"You have to give us something to work with, you're driving our patience," he snarled ready to beat this woman again.

"It's all I know I swear! He never told me his name; I don't know where he is."

"SHE"S LYING," a bass voice boomed from nowhere. All of he six digimon in the dark cavernous room, got on one knee and bowed. Their heads lowered to a gigantic obsidian (a.k.a volcanic glass) sphere floating above a pool of water, the impression of a pentagram visibly glowing on its suface. Near the stone, two violet crystals floated next to two of the pentagrams points, within them an Angewomon and a Leoessmon (female Leomon).

"Lord Apepmon, God of Evil and Death, we are honored by your wisdom," the group of digimon recited, heads bowed to the sphere.

Dark Anubismon was the first to look up at the stone monument, and so spoke on behalf of the group, "Lord, how do you know she is lying?" he questioned.

"I'M A GOD, THERE IS NO REASON TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU; 'SHE' IS LYING," he bellowed out to the frightened Dark Anubismon this time.

Madam Sullivan was scared now; she had heard legends of a great evil being sealed in the digital world, many cycles ago, and that its name was Apepmon. Legend had it he was sealed away, and the day would come when the decedents of those who sealed him would one day be used to unlock his chains. On that day all life that existed would be wiped away, many and his rule would begin, but as to what he would rule, would be the thing that theorists, archeologists, psychics, and philosophers, had questioned for many years.

A second later she felt a slight tingle in her head, which turned into a full on migraine. Lord Apepmon, even though he was sealed, had enough power to influence his surroundings and probe her mind.

"NO, get out...of... AH... my head!" the elderly woman screamed as she tried to wiggle free from her confining chair. Her memories were being torn apart, as the God searched ferociously for the answers he sought, reliving all her worst memories, each at a time.

"MICHAEL HURST," he bellowed to his servants/

Madam Sullivan's eyes shot open in horror. "He found out, oh God, forgive me," she said after hearing his name.

"HE LIVES FIFTY MILES, WEST OF NEW EDEN TORI. ANUBISMON YOU GO AND FIND THIS MAN, TAKE BLACK GATOMON WITH YOU AS WELL, SHE COULD USE 'A LEARNING EXPERIENCE'," he commanded, a satanic laugh mixed in.

Dark Anubismon stood up and bowed to the sphere, and soon after disappeared into the shadows.

"AS FOR THIS WOMAN, KILL HER, AND HER TROUPE," he commanded to the other digimon.

"No, please, I'm sorry, kill me. Please just leave the others alone!!" she cried out. Her pleads only falling on deaf ears.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT BEFORE YOU LIED," he snickered before adding one last thing, "YOU CAN'T HIDE ANYTHING FROM A GOD."

Shadows overtook the elderly lady, and soon after her muffled screams for help were silenced forever. The other digimon disappearing to kill her troupe, per their Gods orders.