Alright, this chapter is complicated. First off, I wanted to give MetalEtemon as many Elvis characteristics as possible, cause that's his personality. So keep an eye on that in this and last chapter. Second, Fatemon, Destiny, Manipumon, and anything else new and exciting are mine. However, you can borrow them for your own stories if you like. All I ask is that you give me credit for their creation and tell me so I can read it. I would like to see what you do with them after all. Third, put down your pencils and turn in your guesses. The request for your ideas of who the ultimate bad guy is now over. I will reveal its identity in this chapter and I hope you are happy with what I've come up with. Finally, I will have the reveal Impmon's Biomerged form's appearance and attacks, have lots of explanations, a flashback, some fighting, and just tons of information coming at you. Hope you enjoy everything I have planned for this chapter and I hope I don't confuse you too greatly. Meanwhile, back in the digital world…

"Whoa, back up," Terriermon raised his hand in a gesture of stop, "Are you implying Impmon can turn into something else? As if his head wasn't big enough already. When he finds this out, he'll hold it over us for months."

"Okay, look," Rika ordered the dark-haired girl, "you keep switching subjects on us. Guilmon asks about your partner, but you talk about various forms digimon can take. Then you mention that Fatemon is the Biomerged shape of your digimon. But you start spouting nonsense about corruption, Impmon, and him Biomerging. Can you answer something instead of creating more confusion?"

"It's connected," Destiny explained, her features holding her nearly permanent expression of calm and serenity. "If not directly so. Prophecies and such knowledge are never clear-cut and precise. It can't be or else it is too limiting. Hints and clues are all that is allowed. This way, no one solution is the only one possible to succeed. Various actions can have the same results of fulfilling a prophecy. In this way, what I have told you so far can be used in answering you variety of questions. See what you can understand."

The tamers and digimon were surprised at the girl's instructions, but proceeded to consider her words. Even if the different topics she had described varied greatly, she claimed they were connected to many questions. All they had to do was make the connections. Henry looked at Destiny carefully.

"May we ask questions?"

"You may, but I can not promise to answer them directly. Too much knowledge is a dangerous thing. Even I may now know all at once, but only what is required of me for my current duty."

The boy nodded, adding her words to what he had already learned. "You mentioned you Biomerged with your partner to create Fatemon. And you mentioned Impmon had the potential to Biomerge." Henry paused, not sure if this was the correct way to gain the information he sought, but seeing no other. "Is one of his possible mega forms… Fatemon?"

A smile met his words, "That is the right question."

MetalEtemon was no longer facing a rookie and two small children. Instead a single entity stood in their place. In basic outline and shape, it strongly resembled his earlier appearance of Beelzemon. He was tall and thin, possessing three green eyes of an emerald shade and huge black wings that stretched out behind him. Long, pointed fingers and long, thin arms were more similar features. But what covered those fingers started the differences. Light silver, metal gauntlets were on his impossibly thin hands. Replacing his biker's helmet was a medieval helm of a similar material to the gauntlets. It covered his face to the same extent as the helmet while still allowing his eyes to see. Instead of his leather jacket, a breastplate, such as a man-at-arms would wear, protected his chest. His guns were gone. Strapped to his side was a long sword with a jewel mounted into the hilt that was as black as his midnight wings. In between his new armor and weaponry, black leather still appeared. To finish the image, his red bandana was tied to his arm, just as it was when he was Beelzemon.

But he wasn't Beelzemon. He looked like him, medieval style, but this was a new form. And the tired rookie's strength was augmented by the addition of twin four year olds. He had energy to spare now. If he could use it properly.

Deep within his mind, a sphere held the conciousness of both Ai and Mako. Neither knew what was happening and their partner only had a slightly better idea. But from what he understood of the whole Biomerging process, controlling the body would be a team effort.

As his tamers called out to him, he answered as simply as he could. "It's alright. We just did the weird combining thing the older kids do with their digimon all the time. Now, this is going to be tricky. In order to make this work, we have to think alike. Can you do that?" he asked, not completely believing it would be possible for three minds to work together well enough to control one body.

"Sure Impmon," Ai told him, "but what are we?"

Somehow, by the same instinct that told a digimon how to use their attack for the first time, he found the answer, "Fatemon. Our name is Fatemon."

"So if Fatemon is Impmon's Biomerged form," began Takato, "Does that mean… your partner… is another Impmon?"

"Oh man," groaned Terriermon, "Not another one. Does yours go around in the same creepy get-up as you?"

"Terriermon," Henry warned his partner, upset with how rude he was being.

Destiny, her calm face appearing slightly strained, whispered, "They were his idea."

"So how exactly did you get us this spare time?" Destiny asked suspiciously as she stitched.

"I was sort of vague on my directions," her partner admitted mischievously. His eyes danced as he thought of all the trouble he had caused. "Poor guy ended up heading the long way."

The girl laughed, "You're terrible."

"Hey, there was no time constraint on this prophecy, only…" Her memory faded as the conversation dealt directly with a past prophecy. She fought her way back to the event. "… and he'll get there eventually. Are you done sewing yet?"

Holding up the dark fabric, she answered, "Almost, Fate. I just had to add a wire to the hood to keep its shape. Your head isn't designed for cloaks and hoods after all."

Rolling his eyes, the digimon commented, "You know I hate it when you call me that. It sounds so pompous and formal. It makes me sound like some old guy up on a mountain dispensing wisdom to any dorks dumb enough to climb up. I'm not super creepy mumbo-jumbo mystic dude."

"This coming from the one who said we should wear cloaks? Besides I hate you calling me 'Dee.' When you stop calling me that, maybe I'll stop calling you 'Fate.' Until then, you're stuck with the entire mysterious being package: cloaks, weird name, cool powers, and everything. You don't get out of the dorky parts."

The purple rookie sneered, "You're just jealous I'll look good in a cloak and you'll look like some loser who plays role playing games in their basement."

"And at least my head doesn't make the hood sag weird ways," she shot back, tossing him the piece of clothing. "Try it on."

Hr partner pulled on the dark fabric. When he pulled up the hood, all his features were hidden by shadow and the wire that she had sewn in made his head appear smooth. He looked mysterious and wise all right. He actually looked like someone who would go delivering prophecies. Of course, she couldn't tell him that.

"You look like a midget monk," she teased.

"Hey, who you calling a midget?" he asked, glaring up at the human. She raised an eyebrow and he admitted, "Okay, I'm shorter than you right now, but as Fatemon I'm way taller than you. So there."

"But you need to combine with me to become Fatemon. So you're the same height as me then," she argued.

"Whatever," the digimon grinned. "The point is, I look good in this. It just feels odd to be wearing something that isn't a part of me."

"It's not like your gloves or bandana," she explained, "It's not made from your data. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to sew it for you. But you are right," she admitted, "It looks very… fitting."

"Thanks Dee," he smiled evilly, watching her shake her head, frustrated at the continued use of her nickname.

"You're welcome," she replied, with a hint of mischief of her own, "Fate."

She shook her head slightly, banishing the memory. "But that is beside the point. I am here to prepare you for what you are to face. Your new enemy is not as new as you would believe, though you may not recognize it in its new form."

Renamon's eyes narrowed, "An old enemy returned anew. Who uses mindless drones…" Her eyes widened in recognition. "Not… but it was destroyed."

"Who?" asked a confused Takato.

"I know," whispered Jeri, stepping into the room with Leomon. Her eyes were still wet from their reunion and her hand was held gently in her resurrected partner's. Though she should still be happy about her digimon's returned, she now had a haunted expression on her pale face. "It's back. I should have known I could never escape it." The look she gave them was so hopeless. "The D-reaper."

Apparently, he had greatly underestimated his tamers. He had never considered how twins always seemed to have an unnatural understanding of each other's minds. Ai and Mako synchronized with each other perfectly. After a moment, their digimon was able to connect with them as well.

"I don't care what you look like," MetalEtemon shouted, "I'll still win. Metal Punch!"

As the metallic monkey leapt at the new mega, Fatemon spread his dark wings and shot upwards. The twins cheered, enjoying the new sensation of flight. As the silver digimon glanced at his missed target, Fatemon held out both hands. In one, a ball of pure white light gathered. In the other, a sphere of equal size formed, made of pure darkness. Grasping both sphere, Fatemon gave a familiar evil grin.

"Balanced Reality!" he announced, throwing the two shapes at his fellow mega.

MetalEtemon responded with a cry of shock and pain as the attack connected. The two spheres had exploded on contact, radiating a bright glow and a deep darkness. The rock star ape was knocked out of his perch. Falling to the ground with a crash, the digimon let out a groan. As he climbed slowly to his feet, he studied his changed opponent. Fatemon did not look like a fallen angel or a member of a biker gang. But neither did he look like a white knight in shining armor. He may have armor, but he wasn't the image of nobility. What he looked like was both an avenger and a guardian. He was a warrior. And he was after a certain MetalEtemon.

"Come on," the shiny metal digimon growled, "I'm not done yet. One new trick isn't going to stop the king."

Fatemon rolled his eyes, "You are not a king. You're just a sad little organ-grinder monkey who desperately needs to get in touch with reality."

"And a big meanie," added Ai.

Reaching to his side, Fatemon drew his sword. Raising the weapon above his head, the armored mega looked down at his attacker.

"Blade of Destiny!" he shouted, swinging the sword downwards as it began to glow along its length.

The weapon hit MetalEtemon dead on. He was sent tumbling back into the forest out of sight. The twins began cheering more, but their partner fixed his green eyes on his surroundings. The other mega wasn't gone yet.

"No way," Terriermon yelled, "We destroyed it. I went all Spinning Top of Doom on that thing and Henry's dad said it was toast. How can it be back?"

"Your actions did not directly destroy it;" Destiny reminded them calmly, "Mr. Wong merely said the D-reaper would be devolved to a program no more complex than a simple calculator. At that level of complexity, it was easily destroyed by any being that encountered it. But remember," the dark-haired girl gave the various tamers and digimon a steady look, "as simple and straightforward as the D-reaper may have seen, it did have a limited amount of self-awareness. Did you never wonder what happens to the awareness of digimon who are not trapped within another, like Leomon, nor becomes a digi-egg to return?"

The silence that followed these questions was all the answer she needed. Takato raised his hand awkwardly, as if he was in class.

"I just thought they turned into digi-eggs. I guess I never considered what happened if they couldn't or didn't."

"You know the trash file on a computer? How, even if you delete a file, you can still find it there if you know how? If a digimon's data is too scattered or, even rarer, their very data is destroyed, and their awareness, memories, and personality end up in a dark tiny space. It's like a private, unconnected level of the digital world that is nearly inaccessible. That is where the D-reaper now resides. But it is no longer devolved and is trying to fulfill its programming. It sought out the others in the dark dimension, absorbing them as it used to with living digimon and humans. But it found one with knowledge of the prophecy, because some prophecies are known by more than just me, and realized you are threats to its mission still. As it gained strength, it found a way to return physical bodies to those in the dark dimension and open passages to both the human and digital worlds."

"So the different digimon that came after us," Henry reasoned, "were those who were dead. But the D-reaper revived them as its tools and sent them after us."

"With most of them mindless," Rika continued, "but it gives a few control and their own personalities, like Kiwimon and Manipumon. That creepy spider said she ordered them around for her 'master.' So the D-reaper has those losers boss around the drones while it gives orders to the losers. But why doesn't the D-reaper just cross over directly instead of sending the troops of the undead."

Destiny sighed, "The amount of energy that would be needed for it too cross is vast. It is more efficient and logical to make use of drones that require less energy to send across, as long as they can accomplish the goal of destroying you. Eventually, it will try to regain a physical form for itself and return to its mission of deleting anything that has evolved beyond its parameters. Specifically, digimon and humans."

"Wait a second," Takato wondered slowly, "The D-reaper was really logical and all. And it does understand about emotions somewhat." He didn't look at Jeri as he said this, but they could remember how it had fed off her negative emotions. She still felt somewhat guilty about being used like that, but she had been getting over it. Hopefully, the return of Leomon would keep her from regaining that guilt. "But it would never have thought of using one of our friends against us like how it had Manipumon use Beelzemon. If this is the D-reaper, then why is it using such… subtle strategies?"

"Remember how I spoke of it absorbing other's consciousness in the darkness? Some were… strong enough to influence the D-reaper. One especially began to affect it. His hatred and anger was the perfect fuel for the D-reaper and it was smart enough to see new strategies. While it is still mostly the D-reaper's thoughts and decisions, the dark personality can influence it," the mysterious dark-haired girl explained. "And that personality has a deep hatred for you buried within, so likely they would have tried to destroy you ever without the prophecy."

"But who would hate us that much? Who do we know with that much rage, anger, and general evil intent towards us?" the goggle-wearing boy asked. "I mean, we stopped a lot of digimon and turned them into data, but how will we know which one ended up being completely destroyed?"

Destiny looked at the confused boy calmly, "Who have you faced that had just pure malice and blood-thirstiness? He destroyed and caused pain for no reason but to seek power. Consider, of all the opponents, who was the most corrupted digimon you ever encountered and caused you the most suffering." Her eyes turned towards one of them, trying to give a hint.

Renamon, whose blue eyes followed the girl's gaze, whispered, "No. How can that be? It's impossible for it to be him."

"Who?" questioned the curious Guilmon.

"It isn't all of him," Destiny reassured, "Just the dark, deep fury and violence used to corrupt him when the power he sought was given to him." She shook her head sadly, though her expression remained serene. "If only the fool knew what would come of twisting that poor digimon's heart and mind. He lost that darkness when he gave up that power to the Chrysalimon who attacked him. But they in turn were destroyed in the chaos of all the destruction caused by the D-reaper. So that tiny piece of his awareness found its way into the darkness along with the D-reaper."

Terriermon gave a grunt of frustration, "Can you just come out and say it? Who are you talking about?"

"Metal Punch!"

The attack came not from the front or from behind, but rather his side. The metallic monkey hit Fatemon's shoulder hard, causing his grip on the sword to release and the twins to shout in pain and surprise. They weren't as used to combat and the fact MetalEtemon had just hurt them, regardless of the fact it was not an unbearable blow and the other tamers had suffered worse in battle, infuriated their partner. But now he was weapon-less.

Or was he? As he flapped his wings to gain altitude, he felt something he hadn't since his fight against the D-reaper. He didn't know if it was because of his recent death and revival or because of him combining with Mako, but he could recognize it.

"Hey Mako," the digimon asked, "Do you remember your favorite toy gun you gave me? To shoot the bad guys, you said."

"Yes," the boy acknowledged, "Why?"

As the young child thought of the gift, the sensation increased. His entire right arm tingled. Fatemon gave a soft chuckle as the silver mega stared. The shape from his elbow to fingertips shifted to a different form. What resulted was a black, dangerous-looking weapon that seemed at odds with the armor of Fatemon. But it did seem appropriate for Beelzemon Blast mode and his black leather get-up.

"Hey MetalEtemon," called Fatemon, "Let's see if we can make you into a flying monkey. Corona Destroyer!"

"No!" the musical mega screamed as the weapon's blast hit him full on, dissolving the digital creature to data. Fatemon looked at his huge gun smugly.

"MetalEtemon has left the building," he muttered.

"I already gave you that answer," Destiny informed the rabbit digimon, "Remember? A being born of rage and hate. Because of a deal for power."

Henry, who had been carefully considering everything that had been said or implied, felt the pieces fall into place. His gave drifted towards Jeri, just as Destiny's and Renamon's had. She and Leomon was the perfect example of the suffering he had caused.

The girl, still holding onto her leonine partner's hand, whispered the name none felt they could.

"Beelzemon."

(Dramatic music) DAdaDAH!!! Yes, great job Midnight-Chaos-Flame. D-reaper combined with the corrupted part of Beelzemon. That will make for an awesome final showdown, don't you think?

Time to clarify some stuff. First, do you realize how hard it is to devise a "digimon-afterlife" since they are nearly impossible to kill permanently? But I hope this is a plausible explanation. Second, even though it reappeared in his Biomerged form of Fatemon, his super-cool weapon that he got from Mako is still generally part of his Beelzemon Blast mode. I just figured this would have been a cool way to bring it back since Mako is the one who gave it to him and Impmon was now combined with the boy. So there you go. "Corona Destroyer!"

And now, just for fun, I will describe how in the world I came up with Fatemon. If you have no interest, skip this part and just wait for the next update of my story. Thanks and hope you leave your opinion of the chapter.

First I had the name of Fatemon in mind to go with my character Destiny. But I had no idea of what it would look like or what its rookie form would be. But when I was working on the first chapter of this story (oh how long ago….) I tried to doodle a possible appearance for him. I can't draw at all (so if someone tries to draw Fatemon, good luck and I would love to see it.). When I looked at it, it looked like a badly done Angemon. So, trying to fix it, I darkened the wings to black. Suddenly, it looked vaguely like Beelzemon. A little more manipulation and some careful thought, and I had his appearance, more or less. The similarity to Beelzemon made it clear who his rookie form had to be. Impmon had just gained a Biomerged form. After that, his attacks came easily. So I began with just a name and now I have my newest creation. Again, if you use him in a story of your own, or Destiny or Manipumon, I have no problem with it. I would just ask for credit them and I want to know so I can read your story.

Until next time. Thanks.