It was atop a cliff on a mountain that Hikari, Dagomon, and Myotismon arrived, flickering briefly. The first thing that occurred to the vampire and Hikari was how different this place looked from the Dark Ocean.

Everything here wasn't drained of color like things in the Dark Ocean were, they saw at once. Hikari glanced out curiously over the landscape, fascinating. Seeing this in person, she mused, was a wholly different experience than through her other self's memories.

The sky that they saw was blood-red, and clear of clouds. Only Hikari really focused on it, though.

Green glowing cubes littered the sky, seemingly arranged in no particular order. A dark cloud raced across the sky, far bigger than the rest, red lightning erupting from it. Below it all, there was a wasteland that extended as far as they could see. A mountain range filled much of it.

"I bid you welcome, Myotismon, to Hell," said Dagomon, affecting a solemn tone. The vampire didn't look at him, content to idly gaze out at the landscape.

"Enjoying the view?" asked Hikari of her, tone jovial. The vampire turned to her. Dagomon watched them with mild curiosity.

"I guess I am," answered Myotismon. She somewhat wanted to laugh, at the absurdity of everything that was going on, but decided to take in the sight instead.

Dagomon sighed softly.

"Now, to resume your guided tour of the Dark World. You might care to know that this realm is endless in the truest sense of the word. Look long and well upon these mountains, Myotismon," he gestured a tentacle out towards them, "and know that its scope defines infinity itself."

The vampire shot him a skeptical look. The sea monster decided to give examples.

"There are continents here in Hell that would make the Earth and the Digital World that you know best appear as little more than dots on a canvas," Dagomon proclaimed, giving something of a grin. "There are demons here, ZeedMillenniummon, Azathomon, Ereshkigamon, and quite a few more men and women across this plane," he made a sweeping gesture over the landscape, "whose might so far exceeds that of every demon you faced in your adventures as the might of Daemon exceeds that of the most meager Rookie."

Myotismon scoffed, giving a smirk. "I'll admit that you can make it sound ominous."

"Care to remember the Daemon you send over here?" Dagomon asked, deciding to not stress the plurality of that. "After you sent him here, he has come to lead a new empire beneath the surface of this continent. From what I hear, he has quite a bit of a war with a Belphemon, on his hands down there."

Grin dying down, Myotismon admitted mentally that that was a bit surprising.

"And we as the queen and king of the Dark Ocean stand above them all," Hikari spoke to Myotismon,

Myotismon smirked, pleased by the notion yet dismayed for a reason she couldn't place.

"Now if you will bear with me," said Dagomon, "I will change the topic towards the philosophical. Myotismon," he affected his best stern lecturer's tone of voice, "you likely understand the Light and the Darkness as opposing elements that hold mirroring properties. The Light is good, the Darkness is evil. The Light brings life, the Darkness brings death. So on, and on."

Myotismon gave a disinterested shrug. Hikari affixed him with a curious look.

"I can assure you that you should dispel any such binaries that you believe in," he said, "for both sides are elemental forces, totalities onto themselves, equally able and formidable. As proof, I present the fact that I created the world egg for this plane, and most things in it, by means of my experience to write code," Myotismon tilted her head at that part, then decided against asking. Dagomon speculated momentarily if it had been seventeen million years ago he had created his universe or fifteen, then decided it didn't particularly matter right now. "There probably isn't any reason to mention how Hikari relates to world-making."

"If you'll recall, there have been those in your world who did the same," Dagomon said. Myotismon didn't really care to. "The Devimon you battled several years ago drew upon those energies that I poured into the Dark Ocean's waters, the very same power that Ken drew upon when he made his mind-control devices," he trailed off, briefly pondering his word choices.

"Millenniummon was more self-sufficient when he made the Dark Spore. I presume he did so to corrupt and ensnare the ones he could not defeat in battle," a measure of fondness crept into Dagomon's voice.

Myotismon recognized every name. None of his nonsense really fascinated her, except for the part about the waters. That, she decided, could be useful. He paused momentarily, pointing a tentacle at Hikari.

"As with Hikari here," he continued, "there have been those who have tapped into the Dark Ocean's infernal energies and been reborn by it, such as the Lopmon partnered to Willis Gladstone and the D-Reaper program."

Dagomon and Hikari both recognized that look in the vampire's eyes, knew everything that it implied. The memories still sat strange with her, but she knew the look from battles past. She decided not to worry about it; it would hardly be them a problem, no matter what.

As if on cue, a loud - thunderous, really - noise rang out. Myotismon, caught off guard, hurried to look to her left. Hikari, unperturbed, did the same. Dagomon scoffed, pleased with the coincidence.

Shock filled her face at the sight which met Myotismon's eyes.

A gigantic spider stood by the base of a relatively-close mountain. The vampire recognized it as the thing that Diaboromon had turned into and that Imperialdramon had beaten. A thing the vampire didn't recognize was facing it, a weird mixture of body-parts from several different Digimon all unfamiliar to her. That, Myotismon imagined, was the kind of thing Kimeramon would Digivolve into.

Blasts of fire and energy, rains of missiles, occurred as they watched; after barely one minute of them exchanging fire, it was over. GrandGeneramon had won.

"And on an unrelated note, that sort of thing is why I am proud of my work," he bragged. Myotismon gave an indifferent shrug. Dagomon looked miffed.

"I cannot say that it was the greatest skirmish I have ever laid eyes on," said Hikari to Dagomon, smiling apologetically. The Ultimate grumbled, feigned annoyance.

"Enough of all this nonsense," Myotismon voiced, a grin on her face, arms folded. "What do you do for fun around here in Hell?"

"Most of the time, we meditate, and contemplate everything within and beyond ourselves," said Hikari, "while the Deep Ones of our dominion worship us and are in turn provided for. On occasions where boredom strikes, we travel to elsewhere for amusement."

Translation, Myotismon thought, we don't conquer anything or anyone. "That sounds so damn boring. I say, we go out and start conquering."

It occurred to Hikari that Wizardmon would likely be very disappointed to see Gatomon now. She decided against saying so.

"'Conquer' what?" asked Hikari. Dagomon joined her in looking curiously at the vampire.

"Conquer everything," answered Myotismon. "Everybody in Japan, everything in the Real and Digital Worlds, everything here in Hell. Dare I say it - every dimension that exists," her grin grew wide.

Hikari decided to take her statements as a credit to her craftsmanship.

"Quite unnecessary," she said, coolly. "Have you not yet grasped that Hell holds enough territory, and more still, to feed your dreams of conquest, Myotismon? Why bother with those tiny planets?"

Myotismon's smirk died, and a glare broke out instead. Dagomon could almost physically feel the rage that poured off her.

The vampire stepped forward, glaring at Hikari as she walked, Dagomon observing her. Hikari looked dispassionately back, motionless. Coming to a stop, Myotismon raised her arm, claw-like fingers stretched.

"You are right," said Hikari, her calm unwavering to Myotismon's ear. "That question was unnecessary," did it imply something about her that she had bothered to ask? Hikari was sure.

Grin returning, Myotismon lowered her arm. Dagomon felt a bit disappointed by that outcome - Hikari kicking ass was always fascinating to behold. He could not get enough of that.

Hikari's face turned pensive. To arm her tainted partner with an army, and set her loose to conquer any and every world she pleased to... was an idea that she deemed viable. Not what she had intended in subjecting Gatomon to the Digiegg of Darkness, but a potentially satisfactory outcome.

She decided it best to leave it as a secondary tactic. "Depending on how the impending battle with our friends unfold, I might follow your suggestion, Myotismon. Is that good enough?" asked Hikari, and looked to Dagomon. "Any ideas, Dagomon?"

He responded with an indifferent shrug. "Have fun."

"One more thing, before I forget," said Myotismon. "Would either of you explain exactly how we teleported?"

Hikari took a momentary pause. "We do so by means of a program that all the Dark Ocean's people have access to. The software regards the multiverse as a four-dimensional construct, and lets us go everywhere simply by redefining our positions in space."

Myotismon responded with an indifferent scoff. "And would I be wrong to assume that you have more surprises in store, Kari?"

"'Hikari', please," corrected Hikari, "and probably not. You have seen my castle and my treasure chamber, met Deep Ones and visited both sides of the Dark World, learned how my dominion relates to the rest of creation and about the eternal drama that lingers between my two lives in Hell and on Earth. I can think of no other great secrets of the Dark Ocean that you might care to know about."

The vampire shrugged at that. She didn't really mind what Hikari wanted to be called.