Prologue . . . .
A few years after the legendary Digidestined, the eight kids who were chosen to defend the Digiworld from evil, had destroyed what appeared to be the greatest evil, the last Dark Master, things have happened on the Digiworld. Since the fall of the Dark Masters, on the surface, the Digiworld has been calm, like the smoothness of a vast ocean. Then a large boulder the size of Texas landed in the calm waters, and balance was destroyed on the Digiworld. Evil, which was thought to be driven forever from the Digiworld returned, magnified tenfold, as if 'evil' was angry that it had been beaten back so brashly. Five of the most powerful Digimon the world has ever seen appeared on the Digiworld one day, almost as if brought out of nothing by some foul wind. Now the Digidestined must decide if they want to embark on a whole new adventure . . . . or even if it is worth it to them.
Several days before . . .
Everything was calm and collected on the Digital World: Elecmon was raising Baby Digimon in the Primary Village, Veggimon was still at his diner, Ogremon was still pretending that he and Leomon were rivals, Piximon was training Digimon in battle, and the Gekomon were still waiting for their glorious leader, Shogekomon, to awaken from his deep sleep. However, in deep places unbeknownst to all except an unlucky few who chose to remain silent about their knowledge, the defeated Virus Type Digimon, that is, the evil Digimon, were in hiding. The Gazimon and Datamon were still in the Pyramid, forced to listen to Etemon's horrible music as he plotted his next evil deed, Demidevimon was being used as a chew toy by Myotismon's bats, and Devimon was brooding over his easy defeat by none other than Angemon.
As it so happened, the main Virus type Digimon happened to be in the same vicinity when it happened. They were grumbling to one another, mostly of how the Digidestined took away their chance to rule the Digiworld. Suddenly a darkness appeared to converge and then gather around them, as if they were standing in a dark cloud of the thickest Smog. The darkness hardened, as if the air around them was made out of anthracite, and then grew even blacker, if possible. Evil radiated from the air around them, like radiation from a nuclear power plant. Each one of the three evil Digimon raised their heads and took notice. The evil in the air was like a glorious ray of sunshine on a bright summer day to them, and it made them feel more evil and powerful than ever, but such feelings were short lived, especially when they discovered what the evilness harbored.
The blackness in the air around them shifted and appeared to solidify, as water does when exposed to extreme cold. The darkness grew and changed, and in an eerie flash of light, which was dark in contrast, five forms appeared. As they slowly and with a hypnotical movement moved into the light, the three Digimon drew in a sharp breath. The evilness of the five shapes were so powerful they made even the three Digimon cringe in a response not too different than pain.
"What is—" Myostismon said, as he shielded himself with his swirling black capes.
"I don't know baby, but it's some bad stuff, uh-huh." Etemon said. He drew his microphone out of the thin air, perhaps these mysterious evil beings wanted music. If so, Etemon would be happy to oblige.
Devimon said nothing, but instead stared at the shapes with his eerie red eyes.
When the shapes came into the light, they could see what they were. Digimon, of various shapes and sizes and colors, but they all had one very noticeable thing in common: Evil with a capital 'E'.
The one in the middle, who appeared to be the leader stepped out in front of the others, who remained mostly in shadow. He wore dark blue and black robes with mysterious symbols which appeared to be carven into the cloth in silver and gold. His black eyes were slanted hard upon the three Digimon before him, and he held a small wooden staff in his right hand, his small but noticeable claws digging into the wood.
"Who are you? What do you want here?" Devimon said, speaking for the first time.
"I am Eldritchmon, if that means anything to you." Said the stranger. His voice was deep and unnerving to listen to. "I and my colleagues form the Dark Alliance, comprised of the five most powerful Digimon in the universe, and we are now going to take over this planet. Who are you?"
Devimon, ignoring the formalities, probably because his manners were so horrific that he could not respond in kind, flashed his eyes crimson. He appeared to grow in size before them, until he towered twenty feet over their heads. Eldritchmon looked on without a shred of caring. "This world is ours, fools. Depart, or not one of you will be spared!"
Eldritchmon still said nothing, and then, suddenly, laughter flowed from him like music from a harp. It was deep and rusty sounding, and it made the other Digimon, including Devimon, even more nervous than before.
"Touch of evil!" Devimon's right hand became transparent, glowing with an evil light, as it passed straight through Eldritchmon.
Eldritchmon appeared not to even feel the blow, and he raised his right hand into the air at Devimon, almost as if he was bored. "Magical Force!" A bright beam of darkness lanced from his outstretched hand and engulfed Devimon, who cringed under the force of the attack and reverted to his original form, before falling to his knees.
Eldritchmon stared at Etemon and Myotismon, daring them to attack. Etemon stepped up to the challenge, wielding his microphone. "My little darling . . ." he sang out one of his songs. The effect of the song was supposed to make those on the listening end cringe and devolve, but Eldritchmon stood through the enitre song unmoved. Etemon backed up, knowing that for the moment, his powers could do nothing to stop this evil Digimon.
Myotismon stepped up, a smirk on his chalk white face. Gathering his capes around him with a mental hand, he suddenly threw his hands forward, straight at Eldritchmon.
"Grisly Wing!"
A large swarm of bats appeared and flew straight for Eldritchmon. The swarm engulfed him, and he stood motionless in the middle of the swarm. He then simply spread out his arms, and the swarm vanished into thin air. Before he could counter-attack, Myotismon brought his black capes around himself again, and then let them fall back. Both of his clenched fists glowed with a powerful red light.
"Crimson Lighting!"
A thin yet brightly glowing red whip of energy appeared in his hand, and he swung it like an expert at the bullwhip. The blow, which could topple and devastate Ultimates, did not even register as a hit to Eldritchmon. He gave an unseen signal, and the figure on his right, shrouded by the dark fog, appeared to draw a sword. It flashed with a dark light as it withdrew from the sheath, throwing the dark fog around them into contrast, if possible.
"Mega blade!"
A dark blade of cold metal blazed an arc through the air, it's blade reinforced with a mighty surge of energy. The energy was sent out into an arc, and slammed into Etemon and Myotismon with the force of a runaway freight train. Etemon was sent flying head over heels, but Myotismon stood his ground, holding the excruiciating pain of the blow inside and not letting his enemies see that he was hurt.
"OK baby, you're gonna get it now!" Etemon said, as he climbed to his feet. A surge of energy surrounded Etemon and Myotismon, forcing even Eldritchmon to take a step back. Inside the aura of energy, both Etemon's and Myotismon's energy spiked to even more powerful levels. A monochromatic, disembodied voice informed them, "Myotismon digivolved to . . . . VenomMyotismon!"
"Etemon digivolved to . . . . MetalEtemon!"
Etemon stood, larger and taller than before, clad from head to for in a silvery metallic substance, his glasses still masked his eyes and he still had a small Mozaemon, or Teddymon tucked in his belt for good luck.
Myotismon evolved into his Mega form, VenomMyotismon, stood towering over them all, perhaps ten storied tall. His eyes blazed with a rainbow of colors, and power surged in the air around him. "Fools!! To challenge us!!"
"You got that right, baby!" MetalEtemon said, as he cracked his knuckles. "Metal Punch!"
He ran straight for Eldritchmon, with his right fist drawn back. His fist flew with enough force to punch through a foot of solid steel, but Eldritchmon took the hit without any discernible interest.
"Gigashocker!"
A brilliant explosion of electrical energy flashed, and it appeared that MetalEtemon was struck by several lightning bolts. MetalEtemon stood through the attack, unfazed, however. "Ha! You're gonna have to do better than that!" he knocked his fist against his chest, producing a hollow metallic sound. "Chrome Digizoid, baby! Hardest known metal around! That's why I'm MetalEtemon!!" he struck a classic rock star pose.
"Chrome Digizoid?" Eldritchmon smirked, and a sudden terror ran through MetalEtemon, despite his outward bravado. Eldritchmon snapped his gloved fingers, and the strange sword blazed again from it's sheath, glowing with the same evil glint.
"Mega Blade!" The sword appeared to circle around in a wide arc, and then was thrown, spinning like a discus. It struck MetalEtemon in the chest, and then circled around and came back to the mysterious Digimon that threw it. The sword blazed once more, before it was sheathed.
A hole appeared in MetalEtemon's chest where the sword has struck him, and his metallic covering fell away in tiny flakes like chips of paint. "Hey no fair! I'm the only one who can have Chrome Digizoid! I'm the only one who has my kind of talent!"
Eldritchmon smirked again, and gestured back towards the shadows with his gloved fingers. MetalEtemon started to back away, but it was too late.
"Gigashocker!"
The same electrical attack blazed forth again, and struck MetalEtemon in the chest with the force of a dozen lightning bolts. MetalEtemon crumpled to the ground and devolved to Etemon.
VenomMyotismon's eyes blazed, and he moved to strike out with a powerful attack, but Eldritchmon raised an outstretched hand. "Magical Force!" Incredible magical energies slammed into VenomMyotismon, and he toppled forward like a felled Redwood tree, devolving to Myotismon as he fell.
"Kronosmon, send them back to the Primary Village." Eldritchmon commanded, without feeling. It was just a formality so that he could take total control of the Digiworld. He withdrew back into the black shadows of the fog, still smirking.
"Time Warp!"
An incredibly bright flash of power erupted like an Atom bomb, but the darkness was not broken. The space-time continuum was momentarily broken into, and Time stopped and reversed, as if some large machine stopped time itself and rewound a connotation time line as if it was an infinitely large and long video tape. The lifeless forms of Devimon, Etemon, and Myotismon devolved back into Digi-Eggs, and in a minute flash of light, were gone. Totally surrounded by the evil fog barrier, Eldritchmon's eyes gleamed and the fog disappeared, like a candle being put out.
Everything in the immediate area was still and quiet for several minutes, until a blazingly bright and round beam of light appeared on the spot where Eldritchmon had stood. An old man who looked to be as old or older than time, with snow white hair and a long dropping mustache suddenly appeared in the middle of the beam of light. His old but still bright and intelligent eyes surveyed the area where the Dark Alliance had prevailed and the evil Digimon of the past met their defeat. He noticed the fading presence of an evil so intense it made him cringe, as well as a considerable amount of power left hanging in the air from super-powerful attacks. He stood motionless for a few minutes, considering, and then swiftly appeared to make up his mind. A second later the beam of light, with the strange little old man with the long white mustache, was gone.
He reappeared several miles away, almost in the same instant, in a modest little house under a large lake. He felt that it was a nice little place for peace and quiet for thinking, and in an far enough off the beaten path so that he didn't get many unwanted visitors. He hardly had any visitors, but that did not bother him. He enjoyed watching Soap Operas all the same, and watching the beautiful fish swim outside of his underwater house. That was why he had the screensaver of the fish swimming across his computer screen. He stepped out of the beam of light, and once he did so, it appeared to lose power and die down, like someone flipped the power switch on it. It became a light gray color, shifting from transparent to translucent.
"I must find some way to travel faster." The old man muttered to himself, as he moved his house. "That Trans-Tube is fine, but it is growing too outdated. Maybe I can get one of those newer ones with the holographic fish swimming around it."
He shook his head, and promptly forgot about the matter. He blamed such forgetfulness on old age, but someone as omnipotent as he did not need to worry about old age. He was a Digimon, after all, even though his outward appearance did not suggest this. He was created out of bits of data, just like all the others, but he had a good deal of more powerful attributes, or attacks, than all Digimon except for Megas. Those he would be most evenly matched against, but even then in most circumstances, he would be the victor in such a battle.
He headed into his sleeping room, and plugged in his portable iMac computer. His old but agile fingers flashed over the keyboard, and in a minute, had comprised a proper message and sent it on its way, the only thing he could do was wait for a response.
Through a undetermined distance, to the planet called Earth . . .
Izumi Koushirou, or Izzy, as his friends called him, was online with his iMac computer, in the process of downloading a game from a disk that one of his computer friends had given him. As the download process went on, his screensaver came on, filled with fish swimming underwater. An old man with a drooping mustache named Gennai had given it to him when he modified Izzy's computer last, and Izzy had not changed the screensaver since, in remembrance of his old friend, not to mention the incredible adventures he had taken part in.
As Izzy watched the fish swimming slowly with almost a hypnotical effect across the screen, his usually busy mind drifted back to one of the many adventures that he had had on the digital world. One in particular was when he and Mimi were trapped in these old ruins, and Mimi had gone off into a vast labyrithn, crying, and so Izzy used his computer to get her out. Another memorable moment was when he used his computer to help Tentomon, his Rookie Digimon Digivolve.
Suddenly he noticed that his screen saver had turned off and he was looking at his desktop. The icon for the downloading game was gone. Izzy frowned, and moved to restart downloading, when he noticed a small icon in the lower right hand side of his computer screen. It showed a mini Gennai, complete with the drooping mustache, doing jumping jacks. Izzy's eyebrows shot up, and he moved his mouse and clicked twice on the icon that looked like Gennai. A window opened, filling the screen. His screen went black, for a moment, and then was filled with a live video-feed of the inside of Gennai's house. Gennai was off to one side, adjusting the digital camera.
"Is this thing on?" he looked down into his computer screen and saw Izzy's amazed and surprised face staring back. "Ah! Good. Hello Izzy." Gennai sat back in his chair so that his image filled all of Izzy's screen.
"Gennai?" Izzy barely breathed.
"Good you do remember! How are things on the real world?"
"Um . . .fine! What's the matter?" Izzy said, his voice rising.
"I thought you'd be glad to see me, but such formalities can wait. You and the other Digidestined are needed on the Digital World as soon as possible."
This time, Izzy's eyebrows almost jumped off of his head. "What?" he asked. "but you said that once the Digiworld had re-configured itself, after the cataclysmic event when we destroyed the last evil Digimon, that all evil would be wiped out like a virus from a computer."
"An excellent metaphor, I must remember it." Gennai swiftly wrote something down on a pad of paper before he continued. "I'm afraid I was wrong when I told you that. As long as there is data—any data—even Virus type, there will be Digimon, good and bad."
Izzy sat back in his chair, overwhelmed from the last few moments of information. Usually Izzy, having a scientific min, had no trouble absorbing and sorting information, but with this information, he was quite taken aback.
"What's the matter? Gatomon got your tongue?" Gennai's image laughed at his own joke. "All joking aside, Izzy, the Digiworld needs the Digidestined once more. Will you help us?"
Izzy was silent for almost a minute, until he had made up his mind. "We'll do it Gennai. I'll alert the others and we'll be there as soon as possible."
"Good! I knew I could count on you. Great minds do think alike." He said, repeating what Izzy had said long ago. "I'll be waiting for you here. Come as soon as you can, joining all eight Digivices together to transport back into the Digital World. Good-bye for now." Gennai reached out a pressed one key on his keyboard, and his image disappeared, reverting Izzy's screen back to his desktop. Izzy looked at his screen for a minute, and then reached for his portable phone, a determined look in his eyes.