Well, since I've got no better ideas for stories, I might as well continue the Suzie Pentalogy, and return to the Dark Ocean plotline, while we're at it.

Now, I should mention that if you've got no interest in somber, moody, disturbing stories, real Cosmic-Horror type stuff, you might wanna turn back immediately, since it's going to be that kind of story.

No, but seriously; if you place any value on good taste and decency, leave now. You're not about to like what happens next.

Still, I've got all sort of ideas for this story, including a few that you'll never see coming. Like this one.

And since we never really got a look at Kurata's death, picking up where we left off seems fitting.


"This is how it ends... Not with me performing my great work, but an earth-quake..." Kurata mused while the floor trembled beneath him. It would only be a few seconds now... The sounds of the building's foundation cracking and giving way resounding through his mind.

Then, as the earthquake had begun, it ceased. Yet, he seemed to have solid ground under his feet...

"Odd..." Kurata thought once more, his eyes still instinctively closed, despite that something told him that the danger had passed. The chill air surrounding him now was not quite as unpleasant as it ought to be, and its deafening silence almost comforting.

Apprehensively, he opened his eyes, seeing and quizzically observing his new-found, highly unusual surroundings through his misty spectacles.

He was at sea. At least, that was his initial assessment, but when he looked closer: he saw that the water, if it could be called such, was more reminiscent of oil.

Whether it was water, oil or something else was yet to be determined. He noted that he stood on the substance without slipping or sinking, deeming it, overall, a rather convincing imitation of a solid substance. Shifting his foot ever so slightly, he noticed the liquid rippling outwards, ceasing its movement and returning to a deathly calm state a few seconds later.

He chuckled somewhat wryly at the odd properties of the liquid and came to a conclusion. Somehow, it could support his weight, but it was also fluid enough to ripple so easily. It seemed impossible, yet he knew that alternate realities had alternate physical laws and constants, so...

He paused at the thought of alternative realities, as only one came to mind. The Digital World. Was that where he was? The phenomena at hand was impossible in earth's universe, so it stood to reason that he wasn't home. But without a Digital Dive or a Space-Oscillation Device to access the inter-universal membrane... how could he conceivably left?

Suddenly against the possibility that he could have been warped by accident as the chill he felt before crept down his spine. The goosebumps on his skin, and the sensation in his heart seemed devoid of all warmth. Even the Digital World, and the monsters living there, couldn't inspire such feelings in a person.

That left the question of where exactly he was, smiling bemusedly in hindsight. The answer had been staring him in the face this whole time!

He was dead, and the was the afterlife. Where the souls of humans came to enter heaven or hell, or whatever that existed in the great beyond... The irony of the situation was almost unbearably humorous.

He'd never put much faith in religion, or any sort of deity. Certainly, he heard legends of Sovereigns and Celestial Digimon during the expedition a decade ago, but he'd put no more stock in those myths than he had any human religion.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps in the fog surrounding him. Though the noise echoed far too much through the area for him to pinpoint any specific direction. He heard them grow louder, as whoever or whatever approached him moved closer.

He screamed when he saw what was approaching him. Within the mist, he saw a hazy silhouette that was far too blurry to make out, but the skin color was unmistakable...

It was a shadowy hue, that stood out all too clearly amid the faint-white mists. He braced himself, heart racing and beads of sweat already forming on his forehead. He could not expect to fight digital creature and live, much less fight...

However, when he actually got a look at the being, he breathed a sigh of relief at seeing another human in the place.

Mistaking a human girl that actually looked about fifteen or sixteen, with soft brown hair falling to her shoulders for creature of the darkest nightmares seemed a little silly. Too bad hindsight often worked against him, like now. Making him look like a fool even when he was trying to protect himself.

To his surprise and mild awe, she wore a formal dress that seemed tailor-made only for the finest and most high-brow of occasions. It clung to her like a second layer of skin. He wasn't sure what to term the color of it, as obsidian barely seemed fitting.

However, all of that barely seemed relevant, as her stomach was visibly distended, the sleek fabric of the dress stretched out by the bump.

"Hello, professor Kurata," She smiled sweetly at the speechless man, folding her arms, resting them on her swollen stomach.

He didn't respond, utterly baffled about the situation. How could a disembodied soul be impregnated? It didn't seem possible to him, but then again, he was no expert in metaphysics...

Perhaps, he mused if he was only perceiving a metaphor of what was really happening, with her pregnant state being some bizarre, freudian analogy for him being reincarnated, and born again...

Yes, that had to be it, he decided. There was no question about it!

"Hello, miss," He answered tentatively, as his heart-rate slowed down to manageable levels. Though, even with that rationalization in mind, he still didn't feel comfortable around a pregnant sixteen-year old. He considered himself an open-minded man, but there "Pardon my bluntness, but who are you?"

To his mild confusion, she simply chuckled. As though he had made a joke, annoying him somewhat as he rather took offense to being laughed at.

"That depends entirely on your definition of a goddess, professor Kurata," She smirked at him, pointedly ignoring the shocked gasp the question elicited from him.

"A goddess?" Kurata spoke aloud instead of thinking, unable to contain his contempt towards this strange young woman any longer. She actually had the nerve and mental delusion to proclaim herself a divine being?

Admittedly, he lacked a practical degree familiarity with deities, what they looked like and what they could do, nor did he concern with the metaphysics of such, but he was certain that goddesses didn't look like that.

"Oh, really?" Her smirk widened, unnerving him slightly. She was clearly delusional, and he deemed it best with some distance between them. Taking a few hesitant steps back, or he tried to, only to find that the oily substance had somehow wrapped itself around his legs, reaching almost to his kneecaps.

Somehow, it had done so without him noticing it. How was that possible? Kurata didn't understand. It was a fluid, he should of felt it soaking through his shoes and pants... Just what was that substance?

"Professor Kurata, I control everything, everyone, in this dimension." The girl explained smugly. "How's that for the power of a god?"

"Admittedly, that is impressive," Kurata conceded, deciding not to struggle against his aquatic constraints, as doing so might serve to irritate the deluded teen with a god-complex. "However, power alone does not a god make, miss."

"True," She agreed. "Still, I've got worshippers too, thousands of them in fact, so I'll say I've got the bases covered."

He didn't answer, simply considering the notions that she had put forth. Though she had barely given a demonstration of the power she claimed to wield, she certainly believed herself omnipotent. Within this dimension at least...

And while he'd seen no sign of the 'worshippers' she claimed to have, he lacked evidence that disproved their existence and so reluctantly, he conceded the point regarding the matter.

Loath as he was to admit it, her rationale in proclaiming herself a god was sound. It was incredibly conceited and arrogant, but it was sound nonetheless.

"Anyway, professor Kurata, I didn't bring you here just to argue about my godhood." She continued, sounding to be a bit annoyed. "I brought you because I've got something to offer you."

The scientist arched an eyebrow. Just now, she had claimed omnipotence, and she had an offer for him? Years of playing the political scene, playing Hashima to get his own lab had taught him that offers were rarely made without hidden agendas, and he strongly suspected now, even in this strange dimension, to be no exception.

"What sort of offer?" He inquired cautiously, being well-aware of the implications of dealing with the devil. Though admittedly, he supposed that the devils rarely made the offers, nor did she look outwardly demonic.

"Nothing complicated." She assured him, giving a smile that, if it was intended to be soothing, failed utterly in its intended purpose. "I know quite a lot about you, professor. Enough to know that you view Digimon as things to be wiped out, for the safety of humanity."

Kurata wasn't sure which he found more worrying, her casual statement that she apparently knew him or the accusatory undertone in the statement. "What of it?"

"That's what I want you to do, professor," She chuckled softly. Kurata smirked back, as far, he was starting to like the offer presented to him. However, he remained somewhat wary, doubting that it was as simple as 'go forth and destroy'. "You, a hundred of my worshipers, and free reign on the Digital World. How does that sound?"

Kurata wasn't certain whether she was cocky or crazy. A mere hundred? Against the innumerable Digimon that survived his previous campaign? But on the other hand, it was a tempting offer...

"And what if I refuse?" He inquired off-handedly, wondering if she really expected him to buy that incredibly apparent ruse? It was blatantly obvious that despite her attestations of divinity, her power was considerably more limited than she let on.

After all, she'd said 'in this dimension', and nothing about outside. And if she could leave, why did she even need him to do this?

"Then, I put you back in the building I took you from, and ask somebody else," The teen answered casually, cocking her head. He sounded as though he believed himself to have any sort of leverage or bargaining chip.

To her mild confusion, a smirk formed briefly on his face, fading just as briefly. "And would there happen to be any conditions I'll have to fulfill?"

"Just one," She answered. "If you happen to meet someone called Ken Ichijouji, kill him immediately if possible."

He stifled a laugh. All that blasphemous boasting, and she had to rely on him to kill a human? Though, he didn't like the idea of killing a human, or of murder in general.

Still, he supposed that Ichijouji's death was justifiable for the greater good. A single human dead, along with countless Digimon, threats to humanity gone? There was really no question about what the morally right course of action was.

After a bit of thinking, he began to question his assumption that she, whoever or whatever she was, couldn't leave this dimension. If she actually lacked the ability, how had she brought him to this dimension, wherever it was?

She studied him with mild disinterest, hoping that he'll make up his mind soon.

"Before I agree to anything, I'll like to see these 'worshipers' of yours," He requested. She deemed it a reasonable request, and snapped her fingers.

Suddenly, the still waters turned almost stormy, and out of the ocean rose creatures, many creatures that Kurata had never seen the likes of, even among the diversity of forms within the Digital World.

They were barely humanoid, a race of beings that seemed made of a substance of equal parts smoke, equal parts liquid and equal parts bizarreness. Whoever had thought up such creatures, had to be not only insane, but also devoid of good taste. Kurata doubted, quite strongly, that natural genetic evolution could ever breed such madness in their given form.

The mists cleared to put the entirety of the strange army on display, as if it had been commanded to, and yielded. They were all of the height and build, abnormally tall, and abnormally thin. Reaching what he estimated to be six meters in height, at the least.

In truth, he didn't believe that these creatures could live up to their so-called 'god's' boasting, and the strange look that he received from one of them didn't exactly reassure him of the fact, either.

They were of an impressive size, certainly, but it would take much more than size to defeat a Digimon. And that was not counting the considerable number of Digimon who boasted greater sizes and powers.

Still, desperate times called for desperate measures, he knew, suspecting that their appearance might well belie their strength.

"I accept, miss," He gave a hearty chuckle. While these creatures likely couldn't end the reconfiguration-cycles of Digimon like his Gizumon could, he figured that subduing them would suffice as a temporary measure, until he could make a better world, for Keiko, and everyone else.


Well, we're off to a good start.

Yes, I'm aware that Kurata's portrayed in a better light than in most other stories and Canon, but then, everyone likes to think themselves the hero of the story, him included, even if they aren't consciously aware of it.