In Blackest Night...
It hurt to breathe. The chilled air was like swallowing glass shards, painful to swallow but necessary to exhale. As he wondered down the cobbled streets of the unfamiliar town, he realized he had never expected the Human World to be so cold. The Ice Ridges back home were cold, but these place was different, there was something wrong with this place.
Beelzemon was not a stupid Digimon, he had connections, he knew the way of things. He knew that the word existed on a multi-plain, a set of seperate realities that co-existed alongside one another without even generally having to comminucate or intefere.
Few knew about these other worlds, fewer knew how to access the portals or how to even pass through to these other worlds. But Beelzemon knew, portals were always popping up in his world, but never before had they taken him to such a dark place.
This was not his usual place, this was not his Human World, this was different. This place was darker, crueler, there was som