Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon! sniffle someday...
This idea came to me out of nowhere!I had to get it into writing before it was gone! MWAHA! It's short, but pleaseread and review!
One Last Battle
Prologue
"We must combine our powers if we are to beat the Chosen Children!" said a deep voice, echoing in the darkness. "They have already defeated me three times; they are stronger than you would think.
"Perhaps they are, Myotismon, but they are no match for one as powerful as I am!"
"As I recall, Diablomon, they have already defeated you twice!" Myotismon said. "And Apocalymon, they have defeated you as well, have they not?"
"That is why we are here," said a voice from the shadows of the darkness. "We are here because we have been defeated."
"And who are you?" said Myotismon angrily. He did not need reminding of his defeat!
"I am Lucemon, one day to be ruler of the Digital World," said this new Digimon. "I am here because I was defeated by the Legendary Warriors, who also happen to be Chosen Children."
"Yes, yes, that's all wonderful," Myotismon said, still more agitated. "I would assume then you heard my plan?"
"To combine our powers into one force, sharing power and victory?" Lucemon said. "I agree. Perhaps we should join together to face the Chosen Children and once again cover the world in darkness!"
"Then it is done," Apocalymon said. "We will share our power with you, Myotismon, long enough to see the Chosen Children defeated."
"Yes," Diablomon said. "After that, no promises are made."
"Then it is a deal?" Myotismon said.
"Yes," the other three chorused in reply. Dark shrouds of shadow and pure evil encircled them all, creating a large cloud with lightning bolts striking each one of them. Each one opened their bodies and let their data converge, fueled by their mutual hatred for the Chosen Children and all they represented.