Author's notes: I don't own digimon adventure, if I did this fic wouldn't be posted to some major fanfic archive. The previous sentence should be obvious and this fic should not require a disclaimer, but I'm throwing it in for legal reasons and word count inflation anyway. This fic will contain large amounts of Sokeru and Angewokari, with some Leomi as well, which includes heterosexual, homosexual, and interspecies romance. If any of these offend you, too bad. The name Fallen Devimon for this form was thought up by Yugure, which I am eternally thankful for, because I fail miserably at thinking up such things. Also, please note that this chapter is merely a very long prologue, the whole "mysterious random characters and utter lack of known chosen" thing is therefore something that will not continue long, so don't worry. Also, the omake is utterly random, crosses over too many things to name at times, and should make no sense. Now enough talk, let the fanfic begin!
August 1st, 1999
"Heaven's Knuckle!" A powerful beam of light, a beam fueled by Angemon's very life, sped through the air, until it hit Devimon, ripping straight through his body. A large hole could be seen in Devimon's chest after the light left it, and too wounded to survive, he began to fade away. But Angemon was little better off, the angel digimon becoming a mere digitama after the battle, having to be reborn once more…
But at least once reborn, he could live. And though Devimon also disappeared, instead of turning into data and being reborn in the village of beginnings, like virtually any digimon in this world, when Devimon disappeared, he subsequently reappeared not in the land of the baby digimon, but in Dagomon's whirlpool of darkness. But this suited him fine, after all, he had allies, and the chosen were weak. His imprisonment would soon end, and then he would return with the other twelve to rule the digital world.
If only he knew.
1999-2005
Of course, he didn't know. But how could he? How could Devimon know Vamdemon would be too occupied with his plans for that other world? And how would he know that the chosen would defeat him so quickly when they crossed the boundary between worlds? Heck, how could he know the Whamon he managed to enslave would fail to stop them when they crossed the sea, or that even in such tight caverns the Drimogemon would be defeated? How could he know the chosen children would learn to harness the light of the digivice so quickly? How was he to know the dark masters would fall, or that Vamdemon would turn against Demon, and a battle over the dark seeds would prevent them from being slain three years later, when Milleniummon's plan went into action? He couldn't, there was no way for him to know all the blundering his allies would go through.
Over the years of bitter imprisonment, Devimon's resentment grew, but it was not growing towards his comrades, for all the failures they had made. It was growing towards that annoying brat and his angel digimon, the ones who stopped his plot on infinity mountain, the ones who had caused him so much suffering so very long ago... 666 was a significant number for more demon lords then just Vamdemon, and when the time of revival came, Takeru and Angemon would suffer, yes, they would suffer far more then even he.
September 18th, 2005
"Takeru, Angemon, know that eternal suffering is near!" Devimon cried out from inside his watery prison, knowing the day he had waited so long for had finally come. Six years, six weeks, and six days of boredom. After his defeat at the hands of Angemon, that was all he had, just the boring waters of darkness around him and the occasional mad Kaiser making a grab at his limbs, it was torment no amount of pain could emulate... He was assumed to have died in the battle, every one of his enemies thought such a thing, but his body never turned into data. Then again, the chosen weren't exactly battle-hardened at the time, they hadn't killed enough to know what that meant, they didn't know he still lived. The few remaining digimon with black gears still would follow his orders, even after all these years, the gears were strong, even if he could no longer take any more digimon under his control. But those few digimon were far from strong enough to start any real conquest, even when they reached the perfection level there were enough who wanted to defend the digital world. And he, why, he could no longer fight at all, the wings of darkness and death's claws were now gone from this world, imprisoned in the whirlpool with him. And now, only three of his warriors remained, the others having been defeated over the wide span of time, or rewritten after the failure at Spiral Mountain.
But the time of revival had come. Six years, six days, six weeks, the time was at hand. Now, the digimon under his control could free him, and he would return to rule the digital world once more and avenge his loss. "Takeru, Angemon, you will suffer ten times what I did… I shall have my revenge!"
And over the net ocean, an Ookuwamon, a Metal Mamemon, and a Marine Devimon were flying towards the dark whirlpool, in hopes that their master could gain said revenge. "Metal smiley bomb!" The metal cyborg digimon shouted, and from the cannon on one of his arms, a powerful blast of energy shot at the sea. Water sprayed out in all directions, leaving a sort of path through said water for Ookuwamon. "How can you tell that this is where Devimon-sama is located, Marine Devimon?" Ookuwamon asked, unclear as to how the sea demon knew these things...
And his strength would be needed to free his lord Devimon. The prey that had escaped from him, the group of small digimon that ran away and injured him greatly, the first to ever escape him once his jaws were set, and the ones who brought him into that long decline of his, the ones ended his mastery of the skies and who so jolted him that capturing his prey was far from a sure thing. And he was never the sort to give up on trying to capture any of his prey, let alone that one, no matter what it cost him.
But unlike the aquatic Marine Devimon, or Metal Mamemon being completely mechanical, eliminating the need for air, Ookuwamon was an insect digimon that would need a path cleared by the others to Devimon, as doing so alone would mean he'd drown far before reaching the dark whirlpool. Once again he seemed weak and pathetic, like he had been ever since that day when a group of seven child digimon injured him in battle and fell off the cliff far out of his grasp.
"To be completely honest, I've never been to this part of the ocean before." Marine Devimon responded, causing a facefault on the part of Ookuwamon and Metal Mamemon. (Quite a dangerous thing, facefaulting when flying over water.) "But I can see only darkness here, while I can see clearly in the rest of the ocean. Devimon-sama was imprisoned in a dark whirlpool, which remains unseen, shrouded by the darkness. And this whirlpool also causes all digimon to feel the so-called "chill of evil" which may be more warming then chilling to me, but I feel it just the same. Not to mention the currents indicate a whirlpool." Marine Devimon finished, explaining why he had taken them in that direction.
"Makes sense. We're going in. Devimon-sama, you will escape this." Metal Mamemon announced, hoping that his master could be free once more, and that the chosen children would indeed suffer.
"Never!" A yell came from behind, a catlike growl in his voice. Had any of the digimon turned around to acknowledge the yell, they would have heard a black-furred creature looking like a bipedal feline of some sort with various human creatures, but none saw the attacker. "Show him Yami Leomon." Said black-furred creature ordered, and the lion yelled out his attack.
Yami Leomon was a perfect-level digimon designed for stealth, with bladed wings to make his stealth capabilities apply to air as well as land. Flame outlines covered his arms and legs, his sword was a blade of almost pure fire, and he clearly looked the part of a fearsome warrior of flame. And he was about to attack, trying to keep sealed a demon that had brought so much horror to the digital world, and would soon bring so much more…
"Dark Beast Fist!" A black lion head shot out of his clenched fist towards Metal Mamemon. But the effort proved futile, as once the attack collided with Metal Mamemon's powerful armor, it quickly fizzled out.
"Tentacle claw" Marine Devimon yelled, lashing out at the neck of his odd attacker, hoping to slit the hybrid's throat with his long tentacle. The catlike creature saw the attack, and quickly dived under the deadly claw at the tentacle's edge, beginning a very dangerous, perhaps desperate attack. His swords had the useful ability of combining to form a sort of glider, allowing him to at least command from the skies and transport himself faster, which proved quite necessary in these times, and he could always use a single-clawed attack. But for a battle like this, fighting with tooth and claw would not be enough to bring about his victory, swords would be needed here if he were to win.
The desperate plan which he was risking so much for simple enough, just an attempt to slice off one of Marine Devimon's tentacles, then recombine said blades quickly enough for him not to plunge into the sea and avoid being rendered helpless and soon dead (A quite difficult task indeed.) Were this to prove successful, the tentacled demon would become much, much weaker, as all eight were needed for his true strength to be used, and after all, only one of them needed to die to stop Devimon's unholy plan... Of course, if this were to prove a failure, the digital world would soon lay in ruins.
The main problem with this plan was that Marine Devimon saw said attempted strike and had much more dexterity then the half-feline had anticipated. So the tentacle was pulled back, Felis nearly plunged into the sea, barely dodging Metal Mamemon's cannon, but in time he recombined his swords and, after skimming the surface of the water, regained his altitude and attempted another attack.
"Yami Leomon, are you ready?" The black lion digimon nodded, prepared.
The dark Leomon's falcon-like wings moved close to each other, so close they might have well have merged, as he extended his sword of fire in preparation. The mysterious hybrid turned his glider back into two swords after gaining some altitude, and the two felines intersected in a sharp dive. Once they combined, they spun at an incredible speed, the four blades seeming like a fan that brought death to all it touched.
The blades of death launched towards Marine Devimon, fast enough that it could ride on the air replacing that it blew away and maintain their altitude, and then they struck the aquatic devil. Blades of darkness, fire, metal, and very sharp fur all pierced through Marine Devimon's chest, as he clenched himself in pain. Though he was certainly not dying or anything, he dove into the water one last time, knowing he could not continue and still revive his lord.
And so the four-bladed attack turned at Ookuwamon. Though of course, like any chosen child, the black-furred one wanted to ensure not one digimon remained in Devimon's control, winning this fight was most important, as the digital world's fate did truly rest on the outcome of this battle. And by far the easiest way to stop Devimon's revival would to just make Ookuwamon drown, insect digimon don't handle water well, and this was much easier then actually killing one of the perfect-level digimon with his own claws.
Ookuwamon was prepared for this attack, however.
"Grand horn" Ookuwamon screamed, the Kuwagamon recolor using his giant horns to deflect the attack. But the attack itself were two living beings, and the mysterious chosen was the living being that got hit, a deep gash carved down his right leg. The blow's momentum was great, as was the speed of the attack, and so the two were sent all the way into the so-called "Native Forest" before landing, and the two warriors separated once more, one badly wounded in combat, both weeping for the future of the world they held dear…
"I failed…" The wounded feline said sadly, tears rushing down as he knew what suffering his failure would caused. "I failed to stop any of the black gear digimon. I couldn't prevent Devimon from being revived… I know he'll bring a horrible reign of terror on the digital world, give suffering to the digimon of the world the dark masters themselves could only dream of... And I couldn't stop him. If I had any strength, any strength at all, this disaster wouldn't have happened, the digital world would be at peace." He said, more sorrow flowing into his voice. "And with this wound…", He added, pointing to the deep gash in his leg where the attack from the Ookuwamon hit, "I can't fight anymore… But I have to try, I have to do everything in my power to stop Devimon, even if it kills me."
"Don't do it!" Yami Leomon roared. "I don't want to have to knock you out or something before we reach Centarumon!" And I am sworn to protect you, I can't just let you fight… He shouted, holding up his sword to show just how determined he was.
"You're right… I can't win, I probably can't even get back to that place."Felis said in a mourning tone, finally giving in…
And with the touch of a small button, Yami Leomon and Felis were sucked underground, and soon found themselves going through a complex sub-terrain transport system. In time, they arrived at Factorial Fortress. There, a group of Hagurumon welcomed them and sent them off to Centarumon's hospital.
Meanwhile, back at the dark whirlpool off File Island, the ritual began, and a horrible evil would soon be reborn.
Ookuwamon, joined up with the Lord of Darkness to become strong enough to kill the chosen children, to take that one bit of prey that had escaped him. Now, he would have the power to finally take them, even if he lacked even a body to call his own, it didn't matter.
Metal Mamemon's lust for power was as great as Ookuwamon's desire for vengeance, and Marine Devimon was simply sadistic enough to sacrifice his very body to call others pain. And so three digicores floated up from their bodies, floated up into Devimon's chest. One the green of the nature spirits, one the blue of the deep savers, and one the silver of the metal empire, each semi-transparent in color and tainted by darkness, all sinking into one of the worst evils the digital world had ever known. Massive amounts of digital energy were released, and the demon digimon felt new strength flowing into him, strength that would soon let him rule this world. The whirlpool was destroyed in a flash of dark blue light, and as the water seemed to instead move around him, he rose from the sea. And even though the digimon that had once served him had not survived, this energy he had gained would still bring him great power indeed.
"Devimon, Waru Shinka, Fallen Devimon!"
The demon digimon grew vastly in size, while the body became covered in a metallic armor. The horns grew larger, developing pincer-like claws on each end. The left arm split near the end into four tentacles, each tentacle ending in a standard Devimon claw. The right arm was much shorter, and seemed to end in a long, black, piercing Metal Mamemon-type claw. Fallen Devimon pressed a button on this arm, and after a bit of rotation it became a mighty cannon, which he was eager to test out.
He fired a blast from the small cannon, wiping out a good chunk of the Mangrove region, finally realizing what sort of power was in his grasp. He was elated, not only the thrill that some digimon get from destruction and bringing pain (Always fun for viral nightmare soldiers, after all) but also from the knowledge of what power he now held. Now, he could make Takeru and Angemon suffer. Now, he was at the perfect level, and with all the power he held merely at the adult level… For that matter, now he was most likely the strongest evil in the digital world, and it would soon be his to rule. With the Holy Beasts trying to fully seal Dagomon and Demon, their eyes distracted by events far beyond this world, he could easily lure out Takeru, the chosen would be needed once more.
And so he flew to reclaim Infinity Mountain, wanting it to once more be his base for ruling the digital world, a world that would finally be his to rule.
So over the native forest he flew, knowing the time to reclaim his lair was soon at hand... And it seemed luck was on his side, a chance encounter would soon occur that would not only make his powerful, why, he had plenty of power already. No, this would form the backbone of his army, this, why, this event would give him the base of his army, and the digimon he soon met would be spoken of fearfully for generations, if the digital world lasted that long.
As he flew, too focused on his upcoming conquests too notice, three dragon digimon spread their wings and began to fly alongside him. After flying for a while, he turned his head, finally noticing those who flew beside him, perhaps prepared to become his allies. One a dragon of metallic blue color and oddly-shaped wings, which his knowledge of this world told him was a Giga Dramon. What it didn't tell him was that this digimon was one of the bringers of death before, a former servant of Mugen Dramon, but it didn't matter, he would prove useful just the same.
The Mega Dramon who had once served beside that Giga Dramon was there as well. Like the Gigadramon, he had evil symbols on him and triangular missile launchers on his back. However, his wings were more elongated, and his color was orange, the two were not quite identical. Still, in terms of power, they were, and both were incredibly strong digimon.
And there was a third as well, seeming to be their leader. A black dragon of the nightmare soldiers, his appearance alone seemed to bring fear, and the sight of his wings alone were considered a sign that death was soon coming, which his claws made no foolish superstition. Unlike the eastern dragons beside him, he was western in appearance, complete with wide body and huge imposing wings. But this was no mere ordinary Devidramon, strong as that species was, this was even worse... Many times the size of the normal sort, and more powerful as well, seeming to have reached the perfect level.
"So, do you wish to join me?" The demon digimon asked, a simple glance telling that these digimon would certainly be valuable to his cause.
"Yes. We will obey your every command, Devimon."
Fallen Devimon smiled, knowing that these dragons would prove very useful indeed.
Far away, while six years passed, Black Tailmon remained in the dark ocean, continuing to brood over how she failed to even attack the chosen. Every other lord of darkness had done something at the very least, she too was to have an important role to play. But she panicked and fled the digital world after her eldest sister died, and Jou, Mimi, and Yamato managed to find themselves in peace. "Damn, I was such a coward… If I had fought by their side, if I hadn't fled…" She thought, thinking over what could have been.
She thought about the other twelve, all their faces, faces most would think of only as evil. Devimon, ruler of File Island. Vamdemon the ever-living, and Metal Seadramon, ruler of the oceans. Mugen Dramon, the mechanical digimon that seemed to destroy all with his cannon blasts. Her sisters, both second in command to demon lord digimon, both dying at the hands of that same Angewomon. Piemon, leader of the first attack.
The attack that would have succeeded, if I hadn't run away…
Milleniumon, bringer of the seeds of darkness. Dagomon, god of the dark ocean. Marine Devimon, aquatic member of the Demon corps, Skull Satamon, strong enough to even beat Imperial Dramon, Demon, lord of darkness, leader of the second attack, she knew them all.
But there was one other face very clear in her mind as well. (Or at least what she could see of said face with the armor intact.) The face of Angewomon, the one who had killed her sisters… It was her duty to avenge them, and she certainly hated the holy digimon with every fiber of her being, though even without those reasons she'd still kill that digimon just to get the memory of her smiling face out of her head.
But the black cat digimon had greater concerns right now. She could sense a great evil in the digital world, an evil seeming to have a familiar feel, perhaps that of a digimon she once knew. A portal opened, probably opening simply because of the evil in the digital world. But she didn't care what the source was, she was jumping through anyway, she needed revenge.
And so she crossed the barrier between the worlds. Instantly, she returned to her perfect form, the form she seemed able to maintain only in the world of the digimon.
"Black Tailmon, Waru Shinka, Lady Devimon." She yelled, now a female devil at the perfect level, armed not only with dark power, but wielding a deadly change as well… Her body changed as well, becoming not only far more humanoid, but giving her certain… Abilities, abilities which might prove very useful in these times. Hoping that the source of the darkness could at least find the chosen, she flew towards the evil force, not knowing what she might find, but hate motivating her enough nonetheless.
It was on Infinity Mountain where it happened, that meeting that would prove so fateful for the digital world, the meeting of two dark lords that had been apart from the world for so very long…
Lady Devimon swooped down, quickly finding herself spotted by Fallen Devimon. The composition digimon loaded his cannon, still recognizing Lady Devimon for what she was, still knowing what her cowardice had done. Besides, he hadn't had a kill in six years.
"Energetic bomb!" Fallen Devimon yelled, and from the cannon on his hand, a horrible blast sped out in the direction of the treacherous demon. Lady Devimon flew to the right, knowing perfectly well what would happen if it hit.
The blast missed by millimeters.
"I know you want to kill me, but first listen." Lady Devimon pleaded, for as much as she disliked Fallen Devimon, life has a way of putting itself before one's pride, even if that life existed only to bring revenge. She was incredibly cowardly, after all, even if she had returned to the world for revenge, she was not about to put herself under another's command, she was still so afraid of dying a warrior's death.
But she had returned to the digital world, and Fallen Devimon would prove a valuable ally. Besides, she was still a dark digimon, and if she gained influence over Fallen Devimon, or if somehow he found himself with a poison he couldn't handle, or if she acted on the rumors about Mugen Dramon… Why, she would rule the digital world, and that alone was worth making such a request, though the whole "Ultra-powerful metal cannon at her face" thing certainly encouraged her a bit.
"There are so few of us left, but we can't stop our goal of plunging the digital world into darkness. Since you managed to take File with such ease last time, I pledge my loyalty to you, we dark digimon must stay together." She said, speaking eloquently, even if her words had no truth to them.
"And what need have I of your aid?" Fallen Devimon asked, amused by this digimon.
"You will need my help to take this world. Or have you not seen what Angemon is capable of?" Lady Devimon added, knowing full well how Devimon met his end, or at least his fall.
Fallen Devimon was not convinced, but when it came to Angemon, he wasn't the sort to take chances. "Very well then" Fallen Devimon responded, knowing this way at least he'd have another reasonably strong ally. "Maybe you can redeem yourself. But one more act of cowardice like last time and you will be shot on sight."
"I will NOT run away." She said firmly, half to herself, half to the demon lord standing before her. I won't let Angewomon slip out of my grasp, at least I can do this for them…
As the days passed, Devimon began to rebuild his empire. After about a week or so, Infinity Mountain was once more his established lair, and darkness clouded over it. Ogremon returned to him, many a Bakemon took his side, and multitudes of weaker adult-level digimon were either enslaved or joined out of greed. The time had come at last!
He would now draw out the chosen children, and both Angemon and Takeru would suffer a horrible fate.
"It's time." Lady Devimon said ominously, anticipating the approaching battle. "Let's attack Miharashi, a nice slaughter will easily make the chosen rush out to "protect the lives of innocent digimon" or something like that." She advised, seemingly sincere in her aid, in reality merely wishing to gain his trust. "Be sure to spare Meramon, someone must be around to speak of the carnage."
"I agree" Fallen Devimon answered calmly, ready to kill.
The two demons flew to the mountain called Miharashi, Lady Devimon on Giga Dramon, Fallen Devimon on Devidramon, Mega Dramon flying without a rider. Certainly, these digimon were not needed, such power was not necessary to handle an adult-level digimon, nor to pick off a few baby digimon. But Fallen Devimon wanted to be feared, not merely loathed, and this both showed off a bit of his mighty army and created a powerful memory to forever burn into Meramon's mind. And after an attack like this with such power behind it, the chosen would soon have to arrive in the digital world.
Looking down the mountain, Meramon noticed the shadows of three dragons approaching, unknowing as to what the dragons would bring.
Looking up, he saw exactly what they would bring, and he was powerless to stop them.
He heard the scream, he saw the attacks coming from atop the dragons, he saw them slaughtering the Petit Meramon that lived there. But the fire digimon seemed paralyzed by fear, and even if he did fight, he was sure it would only lead to his end.
"Hell's beam of destruction!" Fallen Devimon screamed, rocking the very mountain with his blast of darkness. From his wings a beam of death flew, a black beam which would kill anything it touched. The baby Mokumon and Petit Meramon on the mountain never stood a chance, they might as well have been ants for how easily they died. Sure, they could grow into demon lords, it was one of the available paths for the species to take, though quite an unlikely one, and dark digimon abhorred competition.
But that was not the reason for this attack. Why, this was merely because as a demon lord, slaughter was something that pleased Fallen Devimon, and it would draw Takeru out to make his revenge possible.
"Darkness wave" Lady Devimon spoke, a wave of dark energy in the form of bats flying from her chest, slaughtering everything in their path. The massacre continued, continuing until none but Meramon was left alive on this mountain.
"Good-bye, Guardian of Miharashi." Lady Devimon taunted, as the fiery protector of that mountain felt utterly helpless before her.
As the devils flew back to Infinity Mountain, Meramon left his mountain to warn Leomon, hoping that somehow, someway, Devimon's revived form could be stopped.
"Unidentified digimon at the gate! Unidentified digimon at the gate!" The Solarmon on guard screamed, noticing the presence of a humanoid digimon made out of fire.
"I should make sure it's not just a member of some odd species seeking rest here, we get refugees from all over the digital world these days, even if the place is supposed to be peaceful." Leomon thought, and went out to greet the digimon.
"Meramon? Why aren't you on Miharashi?" Leomon asked, knowing the digimon before him, and absolutely shocked by his presence
"There's nothing left to protect there." Meramon said, his voice full of grief. "It is now time for this city to serve it's purpose."
"You mean." Leomon began, terror and shock in his voice.
"Yes, my friend, Devimon is back." Meramon finished, confirming the lion digimon's suspicions.
In the main temple of Qinglongmon, at the easternmost point of the digital world, Seiryu's digimon incarnation was growing concerned. "So, he's returned. Now, the chosen children must be summoned one last time, I just hope they can stop the few surviving lords of darkness, this war will be a horrible one indeed…" Qinglongmon thought.
Knowing he himself had to guard the barrier between the worlds, he summoned the chosen children one last time.
"It is now time to begin the omake. Please leave your sanity at the door and prepare for madness. If you begin turning into a penguin while reading this, turn off the infinite improbability drive nearby." Chibi-Baihumon spoke, introducing the incredibly bizarre omake.
This incredibly bizarre omake began with the holy beasts meeting in council, to discuss their portrayal in various anime series. It ended with them trying to kill Chibi-Dagomon. However, it is considered good form to start from the beginning, and as such I will do so.
"First on the agenda for the meeting of the holy beasts, our portrayal in Yu Yu Hakusho." Chibi-Xuanwumon read (Though how holy beasts are made into chibis I will never know.) "Are all present in agreement that it was incredibly cruel to us, and showed us as way too evil?" The other holy beasts nodded.
"What about in Fushigi Yuugi?" Genbu's chibi counterpart asked, and then added "I feel it didn't go into enough detail about my part of the story."
"Well, you are getting a spinoff coming out soon, are you not? Personally, I found my seishi to be done very well." Chibi-Zhuqaiomon replied, not noticing the large river of tears coming out from the white tiger chibi, or the great anger Chibi-Qinglongmon was in. "What about you, Seiryu? What did you think of Nakago and the others."
"How dare you even mention him. Not only were my seishi all creeps, but what kind of a deity eats his own miko to grant her wishes?" Chibi-Qinglongmon replied, and then entangled his 10-kilometer body around Chibi-Zhuqaiomon.
"They weren't all that bad, Amiboshi was pretty cool." Chibi-Zhuqaiomon replied, gasping for breath.
"He turned against me." Chibi-Qinglongmon retorted, and then squeezed harder on the phoenix, only to get burned by the chibi firebird's flames.
"It's clear this conversation is going nowhere, what else is on the agenda? Oh yes, Devimon's return." Chibi-Xuanwumon added, orderly and boring as ever. (Genbu fans, please don't take offense. runs away)
"I've summoned the chosen children, they can handle that, we need to protect the barrier between the worlds. Speaking of which, who is doing that right now?" Chibi-Qinglongmon asked, and the digimon began turning their heads to one another, only to find they had neglected the barrier.
"Now, Holy Beasts of an inferior world, I will stop your annoying intervening and make Hikari queen of the Deepmon already." Chibi-Dagomon yelled, bursting through the barrier.
"Uh, we had nothing to do with that, that was only Takeru's doing, it's not our fault you leave portals to your world open all over the place." Chibi-Baihumon responded, sweatdropping.
"Lies, all lies!" Chibi-Dagomon answered, and began chasing after the holy beasts, as the screen faded to black due to constraints on word count and general laziness on the author's part.