This story is based on an idea I had about a few buds in the ifunny app, we're called the crew we are a digimon based group so don't be surprised if a few ideas don't add up.
I was always a fighter, a Bancholeomon...I've never passed a day where I haven't kicked ass or got an ass kicking. Just the way I lived. Until one day I was traveling with Lightning the Gatomon, she was an old friend at the time. We were heading towards a temple that housed buddhist monks. I heard of this place from another friend, a Patamon priest for Seraphimon, Kody, oh did I bust his celibate balls like a hammer to nails. Fucking holy pig. The temple is supposed to follow a digimon going by the name of Omega, legend has it that said entity was able to destroy mountains with just a blink. If the legends were true then his followers would have to be a good challenge. Entering the temple both Lightning and I were awed by the decor, detailed, extravagant, improbable and most of all...foreboding. It was like the building was made to both enlighten lost spirits, and tell those not looking for guidance to fuck off.