Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon in any form. All characters and Digimon of this story are owned by their respective owners. No copy right infringement intended.

AN: Sorry it took so long to update. College is hectic. Aside from that I've been playing a bit more Elsword than usual, the newest character finally came out for the MMO so I couldn't help testing her out and man is she good. Any of you guys play? Anyway, updating took far too long (in my opinion) and I'll try to make sure the next update isn't as far apart. Now, moving on to some reviews that I feel may need to be addressed publicly.

First, to SilverIcy – They brought up something I forgot to put into chapter 1. Kari is 15 and I just went back and edited along with the release of this chapter. As for their other question, I hope this chapter answers it.

To my guest will – I like Greco/Roman mythology, but I haven't dived into it, per se. If you have any good suggestions on myths to incorporate (if anyone has any for that matter) I'd love to hear them. In addition, now you know why Plutomon went bad.

Enough with that though, don't wanna raise word count too high. Well, on with the show.

Olympus Falls: Part 1

"This began long ago with the death of Junomon, one of my companions in the Olympus-XII; she was attacked by the Titamon. At the time, there were five of them. Seeking vengeance, Marsmon sought out the help of Plutomon. Back then, Plutomon was a darkness that hunted darkness. He stayed in the shadows to defend the Digital World," Ceresmon paused, taking a moment to catch her breath. Gennai understood; just by looking at her, he could see that she had suffered through quite the assault.

"Unfortunately, this event began Plutomon's spiral into madness. Venusmon, Merukimon, and I accompanied Marsmon and Plutomon when they made their assault against the five Titamon. We thought that the five of us could handle all of them, and for a time we did – that was until Plutomon defeated the penultimate Titamon. It carried within it a virus – a virus that drove Plutomon insane," she said, "From that moment, Plutomon turned on us, deciding to fight alongside the last Titamon, the strongest and most feared of them, the one who'd killed Junomon: Titamon, The God Killer."

Gennai frowned. It was not unheard of for Digimon to come into contact with some sort of virus, but it was rare that such strong mega levels such as Plutomon succumbed to them – and so quickly at that. Having such an enemy must have been a very grave problem for Ceresmon and her companions.

"We sent Merukimon to call upon aid from the other Olympus-XII, as he was the fastest. Upon his return, we were able to force Plutomon and Titamon back with everyone's help. That Titamon was far stronger than the others we had fought before him, being able to handle us despite his lack of help and with Plutomon at his side, the two were far more than just a force to be reckoned with. Following that battle we clashed with the two of them many more times over the years until finally, we were able to seal them away. We did not want whatever infected Plutomon spreading and since trying to divide our energy between sealing away Plutomon and deleting Titamon was impossible, we focused on sealing them both. Sacrificing ourselves and becoming the locks of the seal, we did just that. We were supposed to stay that way forever, but then something happened. This is when everything that led to me being here began…"

Ceresmon retold her story to Gennai. She remembered the events clearly. It all started on that day. The day Lucemon was defeated by the Legendary Warriors.

Ceresmon watched Lucemon's destruction. She wondered what was going on. The haze in her mind was clearing, but she noted that everything around her was pitch black; she couldn't see a thing. Ceresmon realized something then – she was thinking. She remembered her and the other members of the Olympus-XII sacrificing themselves to seal away Plutomon and Titamon. After that she'd been void of thought and hadn't seen, felt, or heard anything since.

Ceresmon wasn't sure how much time had passed since then, but she was sure of one thing. If she could think now, then the seal was weakening. From then on, Ceresmon watched as Lucemon shifted forms, changing into his Shadowlord Mode. She couldn't understand how she was seeing this. It was as if the images were being forced into her mind.

She watched as Susanoomon changed into five children, she watched as Lucemon knocked them away and made its way to the human world, she watched as the children, once again becoming Susanoomon, found Lucemon's true form. She watched as Susanoomon expelled the children from its body and defeated Lucemon, once and for all. Ceresmon watched, and watched, and watched from then on. Year after year, century after century, millennium after millennium; she saw the digital world change and face peril countless times. She worried for it and wished to help, but knew her return would only bring greater disaster.

Many a millennium had passed since she watched the five children defeat Lucemon and the seal had been steadily weakening since then for reasons she did not know. Ceresmon could feel now, though the sensation had never changed; she never felt anything more than cool stone against her skin. She still couldn't see anything more than darkness, but she could hear. Ceresmon heard the wind around her the most. She heard rain sometimes and thunder too, but such things were rare. As it was, she was just waiting for the seal to break, which is not actually something she wanted. After all, if the seal broke, Plutomon and Titamon would be free.

Ceresmon watched on as a few of her companions fought Plutomon. The seal had broken enough to free him some time ago. She couldn't remember how long it had been now. They'd been fighting for years. Even so, she couldn't help.

The seal that she and the other members of the Olympus-XII used to trap Plutomon and Titamon had two layers. The first layer, which sealed Plutomon consisted of Marsmon, Vulcanusmon, Dianamon, Bacchusmon, and Venusmon. The second layer, sealing Titamon, was made up of Merukimon, Neptunemon, Ceresmon, Apollomon, Mervamon, and Jupitermon. They'd set it up so that both Digimon couldn't be released at the same time. That being the case, Ceresmon could once again, only watch.

Bacchusmon had been deleted a few years ago. He was the first, and so far, the only one to go down. Currently, the dark mega level was holding his own against the four remaining Olympus-XII members. This was something that didn't make sense to her. Plutomon was strong; he had power to rival Jupitermon, but even the gold clad leader of the Olympus-XII couldn't hold his own against five of his members, let alone kill one of them. Ceresmon just didn't understand. How had he gained such a large boost in power?

Ceresmon continued to watch as Plutomon streaked through the blackened sky atop Mount Olympus. He dodged the stream of fireballs being spat at him from Vulcanusmon. Plutomon's blood red eyes glowed, making them stand out amongst his dark armor. Plutomon was a slim digimon dressed in black armor with gold trim. His shoulder was adorned with two dog heads, reminiscent of its time as Cerberumon. Golden horns sat atop its head and its black chain like tail lashed about behind him, coming to a dangerous point. Flowing behind him was a tattered looking red cape.

Ceresmon felt a grim fear creep into her heart as Plutomon finally decided to stop running as he dodged another fireball, the rain falling around them not reducing its heat or size in the slightest. In an impressive display of speed, one she could only compare to Merukimon, Plutomon seemed to vanish from view, appearing on the ground moments later, breaking apart the earth on impact. A chunk of earth broke apart next to him, the gauntlet covered fist of Marsmon closing in on his head, adorned in flames.

Marsmon's upper body was covered in red spandex, and his pants were leopard print. He wore red and silver boots, a black and red cape, purple on the inside, and red and silver gauntlets that seemed to radiate flames. His jaw was that of a man, but the rest of his face resembled a panther with a red horn on its head.

In response to the assault, Plutomon broke apart into shadows, surrounding Marsmon before converging on him. A strangled yell escaped Marsmon's throat before he crumpled to the ground. Plutomon reformed next to him.

"Shadow Blitzkrieg."

Ceresmon felt herself growling at Marsmon's fall, she wanted so badly to go and retaliate, but seeing as she could not, she would have to watch Dianamon and Vulcanusmon do it for her. Upon knocking out Marsmon, Dianamon dashed at Plutomon, twirling her blue and white, twin edged scythe in her hand. Covered in white and blue armor, Dianamon had two crescent moons protruding from her shoulders. On her back were quill like protuberances. Two blue ears stood atop her head, reminiscent of a rabbit, around her neck was a long pink scarf. Attached two Dianamon's legs were two more crescents, but they were different. On these crescents were two faces. They had their eyes closed, as if sleeping. They were known as the "Goodnight Sisters."

The scythe passed over Plutomon's head as he dodged, spinning around to deliver a roundhouse kick to her midsection. Dianamon took the blow and flipped over him, showing her acrobatics as the scythe bared down on him. A pale grey light covered Plutomon's form, protecting him from Dianamon's attack. Ceresmon couldn't place what the light was. She couldn't feel anything from it; nothing holy. Nothing tainted. It was just neutral – void of anything and everything, but that in and of itself felt so very wrong to her. She found herself wondering once more. Wondering where he'd gotten such a power.

Dianamon back flipped away from Plutomon. He'd performed another Shadow Blitzkrieg and she'd barely made it away. Landing on her feet a good length away from him, she pulled from her back a faintly sparkling arrow of ice and aimed at Plutomon.

"Arrow of Artemis!" She fired the arrow and repeated the attack, sending a hail of icy arrows at Plutomon. Darkness coursed around the shadow Digimon's hands before he brought them together and unleashed three large, static-like, shadow Cerberus' from his hands.

"Phantom Howling!" The two attacks met in between them, clashing and fighting for dominance before they exploded, engulfing everyone in a thick smoke cloud. Dianamon squinted, trying to see her enemy. As she watched for him, Plutomon seemed to appear out of nowhere over Vulcanusmon's head, bringing his foot down on Vulcanusmon's glass helmet. A crack appeared and the mega level digimon immediately replied, swinging his eight arms at him, a weapon in each hand.

Vulcanusmon was an eight armed digimon. His body was red and a baggy fabric (which was also red) served as clothing for his lower body. On his waist was a brown belt, holding tools he used to craft. Inside the dome shaped glass helmet was Vulcanusmon's head. He had red hair, one visible orange eye, the rest of his face being covered in bandages, and his mouth was connected to a contraption that led to the long red barrel protruding from the outside of the glass helmet.

Plutomon tilted his head to avoid a stab from Vulcanusmon's sword before ducking beneath a swipe from his hammer. Dropping to his knees, he swept Vulcanusmon off his feet, where the Godly mega tossed one of its swords at Plutomon. The shadow digimon swayed out of the way as Vulcanusmon used his now free hand to brace his fall. From the ground he looked up at Plutomon as a flame radiated from Vulcanusmon's barrel.

"Bomber Art!" A stream of flames spewed from the barrel, licking at Plutomon's armor. The black clad warrior jumped away from him as Vulcanusmon poured on the flames as the changed from a stream to a barrage of flaming bullets. Growling to himself, Plutomon pressed on, dodging the fireballs, and bringing his fist clad in darkness to Vulcanusmon's gut. The mega's flames ceased, his coughing taking over as he fell to one knee.

"Vulcanusmon," boomed Plutomon, his voice was deep and eerie. It held darkness in it that the other mega nearly cringed at. Not in fear, no. it was something else, he knew that. He did not fear Plutomon, but it was something he could not place. "Thou art weak. Did yee think your weapons could best me? Thou art hailed as the greatest blacksmith the digital world has ever known… yet all I see is a weakling hiding behind weapons in hopes that they make him stronger… Be gone! Hell-"

Before Plutomon could call out his attack, the sharp edge of Dianamon's twin scythe dug into his arm. Hissing in pain, he backed away from the two of them as the smoke began to clear. Dianamon was lucky enough to see the bright flames of Vulcanusmon's Bomber Art in the distance. If she hadn't, Plutomon would have deleted him.

"Art thou well, Vulcanusmon?" Inquired Dianamon as she kneeled beside him, never removing her eyes from Plutomon. The wound she'd inflicted was healing quickly – too quickly. She did not remember him being able to heal so quickly before.

Dianamon had no idea what else he had up his sleeve and because of that she didn't want to face him alone. Thankfully, she knew Marsmon would wake up soon. The digital embodiment of war was never one to stay down long. She hoped that with him and Vulcanusmon, the three of them could come up with a plan to defeat him – now all she had to do was stall until her friend awoke.

"I am fine, Dianamon. I thank thee," replied the eight armed mega. Dianamon nodded and whispered her intentions to Vulcanusmon. With a nod, he stood to his feet, glancing at Venusmon who was near seven statues. She was focusing all her energy on the largest statue, a statue of Titamon. She was caressing Titamon's face and had her companion, a dove by the name of Olive, continuously prick Titamon's head with its beak. In all honesty, Vulcanusmon thought the small dove resembled a woodpecker more than anything right now.

Venusmon was a drop dead gorgeous digimon. Before the Olympus-XII were sealed, every digimon they'd ever come into contact with loved her – even the bad ones. Resembling a human more than a digimon, Venusmon was adorned in an all white dress. It covered the front of her body well, but not so much could be said for the back. Venusmon had long blonde tresses that dropped to her ankles. Most of her locks seemed to be in one large curl. She had a long bang on either side of her face, white ribbon was wrapped around her hair. On her neck wrested a ruby a golden necklace with a ruby stone and on her face cloth covered her eyes; she saw with her mind's eye. She wore a pair of white boots. Always accompanying Venusmon were her two most loyal friends, Olive and Hotan, her scallop.

Venusmon was the digital embodiment of love and as such, her fighting style incorporated ways to soothe her enemies. Venusmon was doing just that right now. Unfortunately, that meant she couldn't help fight Plutomon. If she stopped focusing on Titamon, the odds of the God Killer awakening were high – higher than any of them wished.

Accepting the fact that he could expect no help from Venusmon, Vulcanusmon focused his attention on the dark mega once more. For now it would only be him and Dianamon.

"Art thou ready, Vulcanusmon?" she asked, gripping her twin headed scythe tighter. Vulcanusmon only nodded in response and the two of them took off, shooting toward Plutomon as quickly as they could. Plutomon replied in kind. The two met abruptly, one of Vulcanusmon's many arms tearing through the air towards Plutomon's abdomen. The dark digimon blocked with his tail, tearing into the flesh of Vulcanusmon's fist.

Wincing, Vulcanusmon jumped away, avoiding Plutomon's clawed hands. Dianamon, dashed in from behind Vulcanusmon, her scythe meeting Plutomon's claws. Their clash ended in a stalemate. Neither of them could push their assault so instead, Plutomon's tail whipped around scything toward Dianamon's head. Without batting an eyelash, she twirled her scythe, knocking the tip of his tail into the rocky ground beneath them. The tail dug into the ground and Plutomon's hand was knocked aside.

Twirling her scythe again, she aimed for Plutomon's neck. The weapon cut through the air and Dianamon would have smiled if she didn't know better. There was no way this was enough to end him. Almost as if Plutomon could read her thoughts, He burst into shadows and surrounded her; another Shadow Blitzkrieg.

Just as he converged on her, Dianamon twirled her scythe around her body at alarming speed, keeping Plutomon's shadow form away. When Plutomon reformed some feet away from her, Dianamon threw her scythe at him. He bent back, dodging the attack before the scythe whipped around, returning to her thanks to the fact she'd wrapped the handle in her pink scarf. Plutomon's red eyes gazed at her impassively as the scythe returned. He'd have to be careful of that; the scarf was far longer than he'd expected.

"Arrow of Artemis!"

Plutomon's eyes widened at Dianamon's attack. This is what she'd truly been aiming for. He was in no position to dodge and his shielding technique was something he'd doubted would work against such a concentrated attack. With that in mind his tail moved to intercept.

"Gehenna Claw!"

Plutomon's tail, now covered in an aura of darkness and shadow slashed down, obliterating Dianamon's arrow.

"Vulcanusmon!"

"I shall melt thy body into a new weapon, Plutomon. Bomber Art!" Plutomon looked up as flames spewed from Vulcanusmon's barrel. They streaked towards him and with Dianamon at the ready, his barrier would not help him. They had been fighting for years and not once had they had him on the ropes. He knew he would not walk away from this uninjured. Unless…

"Flaming Break!"

Something had jumped into the path of Bomber Art and a pillar of fire leapt up right after, canceling out Vulcanusmon's attack. When the flames died down Dianamon's brows furrowed, her eyes narrowed in anger. She knew who the attack belonged to – she knew, but this was absolutely ludicrous! He'd been fighting alongside her only moments ago in an effort to defeat Plutomon.

"Marsmon!" yelled Dianamon, grabbing the war digimon's attention. Marsmon turned to her as Vulcanusmon landed and Plutomon righted himself. Marsmon stared at her. His eyes seemed much harder than before – and much colder. They were devoid of something. Dianamon couldn't place it; it was a certain spark, that's all she could call it, but it was gone now.

"What?"

"Yee dare betray Jupitermon?!" she barked, her grip on her twin head scythe tightening once more. Marsmon simply shrugged, seemingly indifferent to what she was accusing him of. Dianamon did not understand. He had been her companion only moments ago. What could have happened to him? She glared at Plutomon; it was his fault. He'd done something to Marsmon – something during his attack.

Plutomon chuckled; his gift to Marsmon had been received. Now there was only one more thing he had to do. In another burst of speed, Plutomon flew across the ground to Venusmon. She was so preoccupied she didn't notice him until he was right on top of her. Dianamon had tried to help, but Marsmon intercepted her and Vulcanusmon was too slow to keep up with Plutomon's speed. The two could only watch as Venusmon turned to Plutomon in surprise as his tail came around.

"Gehenna Claw!" The tail flew forward.

"LOVE YOU!" Venusmon blew him a kiss.

The two attacks met in the middle and exploded in a shockwave of power. Venusmon and Plutomon were knocked away, skidding and rolling across the rock surface of the mountain. Vulcanusmon made it over to Venusmon and helped her to her knees. She had scratches all over her previously unblemished body. She looked to Olive and screamed.

"No!"

Vulcanusmon followed her gaze and saw why she'd screamed. Without her to keep Titamon's dreadful aura in check, the statue, his seal – it was breaking. Olive was not enough to hold the sealed digimon back so the small bird tried futilely to keep it in check – as expected, it was not working. Plutomon's eyes lit up and the remaining loyal members of the Olympus-XII looked on in despair as the statue exploded outward knocking Olive away; smoke clouded the area. A large sword made from the bones of a Greymon tore through the smoke as a guttural roar ripped through the air. It crawled over their skin and gave them Goosebumps.

From the smoke came a digimon of titanic size. He stood above the members of the Olympus-XII and had Titamon been any larger, he might not have fit on the mountain. His body was a light green, covered by dark green, red, and golden armor. On Titamon's arms was a shadow like mist billowing outward and within those shadows were the skulls of every digimon he had slain – even Junomon's. His head held four curved horns that rose into the air above him, white hair coming from his helm. In Titamon's right hand was his gigantic sword, forged in rage and hatred with the use of a Greymon's skull – the Zanjintou – literally meaning "Beheading God Sword."

"Welcome back, Titamon," greeted Plutomon. Titamon merely shifted his gaze to him, its blood red eyes scanning the dark mega. Growling in response he looked away from Plutomon, his gaze now shifting to Venusmon. Titamon's thoughts darkened.

That wench dare use her vile powers to keep me sealed? My rage is insatiable. She would never be able to soothe me. I am Hatred! I shall rip her innards from her body, break all her bones, and then crush her DigiCore in my hands before adding her skull to my collection, thought the titanic mega.

In a startling show of speed, the titan lifted his blade. If they had not fought him before, the Olympus-XII would have never suspected something so massive would be so fast – but this did not mean they had been prepared. Venusmon hadn't had time to get to her feet and there would be no way for her to dodge.

"Konpaku Shingeki."

Titamon brought the sword down and it would have hit its mark had Venusmon and Vulcanusmon not vanished; a burst of wind and a sonic boom followed in their wake. Standing far to the left of Titamon was the fastest member of the Olympus-XII, the fastest digimon in the digital world: Merukimon. Merukimon was a green digimon, covered head to toe in fabric-like armor of green and brown. His head was modeled after a wolf, and within the open maw was the jaw of a man. Merukimon's hair was long and light green. In his right hand, Merukimon held his favorite knife, Aztec.

"It was favorable that I made it in time, had that hit either of you, we all know how it would have ended," spoke Merukimon, smiling as he crossed his arms. His two companions nodded, knowing full well what would have happened. Titamon's attack could allow his sword to pass through any digimon undeterred. From there it could directly tear apart their DigiCore, ending their life without effort. Taking that attack head on was suicide.

Titamon growled and moved toward them again until something, a shadow, passed over him. Overhead was the massive, winged form of Ceresmon in bird form. Made or earth and plant life, it held the forest of Karpos Hule on its back, which bared the greatest fruit of the digital world. Positioned comfortably on the head of the giant bird was its true form, the thing keeping the large bird together: Ceresmon Medium. Now that she was free, Ceresmon intended to make sure no more of her companions fell in battle.

"Your time is over, Plutomon, Titamon. You two shall fall today! Even if we must fall with you," seethed Ceresmon. She was bitter over Bacchusmon's death and wanted revenge. The two of them were the best of friends. He often used the fruits from her Karpos Hule to make the finest wines the digital world knew.

"I think not," spoke Plutomon, shaking his head before waving his hands. "Absolute Darkness."

From his palms, a tidal wave a dark energy flowed out, crashing onto the ground like pitch black water and moving towards the members of the Olympus-XII far too quickly for most of them to react to. Dianamon and Marsmon who had resumed battle behind him after she tried to take him out once more were unaffected by the wave, Merukimon was too fast for the wave to reach, but in his efforts to save his companions with his speed he too, was taken by it. Ceresmon was already airborne, unaffected by the attack and Titamon who had somehow understood what was happening avoided it with a jump. Everyone else was taken.

The darkness coiled around them, cold and uninviting. It took away their fighting spirit. The Olympus-XII could no longer fight back. Ceresmon glared at the mega once more.

"Plutomon!" roared Ceresmon, her giant form flying towards him, the angered screech of the massive bird flooding the air with sound.

Ceresmon stopped her tale here. She needed to catch her breath and she could feel something nearing them. It felt familiar and right now, she wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

"Ceresmon, are you okay?" asked Gennai. Ceresmon nodded, taking a few breathes.

"I am fine. Just – I need to catch my breath… and – and I feel something." Just then, a flaming mass crashed into Gennai's garden, kicking up chunks of earth and showering dirt on the injured Ceresmon and Gennai.

"You have run far enough, Ceresmon. Your time has come," came an oh-so-familiar voice from the dust.

To Be Continued…

Some Translations

Konpaku Shingeki: Lit. Soul Core Attack

Karpos Hule: Lit. Fruit Forest