In a distant village, a pack of Greymon were on their way through, and their leader was enjoying the morning and her meal. For them, life was a quiet affair, conducted peacefully and in the company of friends.
Far out on the ocean, a Leomon was sailing on a boat and passing his time with reflections about the meanings of his life. He had already spent weeks on his journey, and solid ground still seemed distant from where he was.
Deep inside a mountain on a faraway continent, a Kimeramon was conducting that day's training on one of his training courses; the behemoth sought to develop a new attack for himself by the day's end.
Here, in a valley of a mountain range, these things were of no consequence.
The area itself looked very bad off for wear - in many places, the rocky lands were cracked and scorched. Some spots of the valley was experiencing both, and stranger things besides. At the center of thís battlefield, there stood two dragon-knights, back by back, their wings brushing against the other's. One was armored primarily in black, with gold-colored portions adorning the creature's armor. One was armored primarily in blue, with both gold portions and white ones to the armaments.
A massive horde of demons surrounded those four, facing them from every direction that the land and skies let them approach the dragon-knights from. So many of them were that they drowned out most of the sunlight around the dragon-knights.
Mentally, Davis sighed while the claw-hand of Imperialdramon buried its daggers in the stomach of a Myotismon. Whatever he'd expected from his marriage, it hadn't been this. Though, answered a mental voice (he was unsure whose it was, and now was not a time to make sure), his life was measured by the battles he waged - why should this stage of his life be different?
"Davis," called the blue-garbed knight hastily to their battlemates, voice that of a woman, gaze not wavering from the wicked hordes before them. "How're you holding up?
"Been better," answered the dark-armored warrior. "Definitely been better."
"Heheh," the blue dragon-knight's tone was coy, "what say we end this now?"
A bright, almost blindingly so, light shone from them both, and obscured the dragons from demon sight. In the moments that the radiance lingered, all the demons heard their voices announce the names of their Super Ultimate forms. One voice said 'UlforceVeedramon Future Mode' while the other said 'Imperialdramon Paladin Mode'.
The light went away and left were the warriors, but not as they had been.
The blue knight had changed minimally, with a longer wing-span and white markings on their arms and pauldrons. The black knight had changed radically. Every spot of armor that had been colored midnight-black was now sleek-and-polished white, clear and bright like a jewel. Their laser-cannon was gone from their right arm, and the whire sword that they now brandished had taken its place. Everything that had been colored gold remained so, and only magnified the splendor of their appearance.
The reactions of the spectator demons were as varied as they were - some regarded this new development with open panic, and some stood their ground; some smirked broadly, pleased by it; some paid it little heed; some were plain confused over what exactly had happened
Imperialdramon Paladin Mode stepped forward, holding their sword ready in front of them. Then, hell broke loose again.
From all corners, the demonic swarms approached. UlforceVeedramon rushed to meet them, with the incredible speed that their species was known being accelerated to greater extremes by this one being a gods-damned Super Ultimate.
Within a millisecond, the wide-winged knight charged around their battlefield, and dealing blows to their adversaries. From their perspective, the army were no more mobile than statues.
Their first punch was dealt to the lower jaw of a SkullGreymon - then, they raced to an Astamon and delivered a stomach punch - above that one, a DemiDevimon, who received a balled right hand larger square to the face - on its left, there was a trio of Bakemons, who received the same treatment, one blow each - then, UlforceVeedramon moved to the Bagramon that stood directly below them down on the ground, and made a quick series of punches to the Mega's stomach - they made a quick dash around the dome, with their Ulforce Vee-Saber's blade extended, and that sliced a few dozen of assorted demons apart.
Then, the metaphorical clock moved an instant forward, and reality caught up.
The UlforceVeedramon halted its run, reappearing on the left side of the Imperialdramon and facing the other way. A decent number of the demonic AI began executing their reconfiguration programs, and just as many eggs dropped down among the pile that was already there.
A hulking green-skinned brute stepped forward from the flock, calmly noting the demise of his comrades. He smirked, sadistically, to the Imperialdramon. "Come, swordsman. We two shall do battle, in the name of Lady Gulfmon. It shall be truly exquisite when I snap that twig you present as a sword," the Titamon practically cackled, and tightened his grip on his bone-adorned and quietly growling weapon.
They charged at one another, and their swords collided.
"Giga Crusher," said the two conjoined voices as one, breathily. The dragon's maw that was mounted on their chest gaped wide, and out came the barrel of a laser-cannon; it was a thing of dark metal, with a blue prism at the tip and things like tuning forks on the right and the left of the jewel. Titamon had only the brief pause between the center portion of the chest blaster lighting up and the firing of the blast to process the event.
The explosion quickly expanded, engulfing the Imperialdramon in an instant. The nearby UlforceVeedramon was also well within the blast radius, and was swallowed up by the explosion just as it dawned on them what was going down. The air was filled with deafening noise, and the surrounding demon hordes were caught in the fire as well; only a small fraction of them would come to find that they had survived.
UlforceVeedramon panted, unsteady in their stance, and lingering energies dissipated rapidly around them. Their vision cleared rapidly, allowing the two to glimpse the dark-armored figure in vivid detail.
"Y'know, sweetie-pie," the woman's tone was pointed, and saccharine to the point of excess; the dragon-knight's face glowered. The paladin didn't look at her, a guilty look in their eyes. "I don't particularly appreciate people attempting to blow my everything out, much less you, and I would kinda appreciate it if you two could just never do it again."
The Bio-Merged Imperialdramon had not a moment to speak, for a thunderous noise rang over them. The four jerked their two heads to the left, immediately seeing another demon-horde approach - a handful of hundreds, of every shape and size and Digivolution Level, emerging from a reprogrammed sheet of space reaching far up in the air.
Among them was a VenomMyotismon, and with her every step, the ground trembled beneath the two dragon-knights. From the bony maw of a SkullGarurumon, the order echoed, "ANNIHILATE THEM", across the battlefield.
Deep in a wasteland in a Digital World, an unusual encounter was taking place now.
The fourteen-year-old Davis Motomiya stood flanked by his Digimon partner and a few of his comrades, mouth open, taking in the sight of the man - short well-kempt hair, dark hoodie-jacket and a brown pair of pants, the D3 that laid unseen in his pocket.
The twenty-nine-year-old Davis Motomiya looked back at himself, flanked by his wife and his partner and his wife's partner - flame-patterned jacket and shorts and gloves and goggles around his head, messy maroon hair, a D3 absently clutched. Hawkmon was regarding the woman beside him with a bit more of curiosity - a green-haired lady whose current choice of clothing was a hoodie-jacket that matched his and a pair of blue-colored jeans.
"I'm sure," opened the man, dispelling the silence, "that you guys have a lot of questions about who we are and why we're here. Well, that's kind of a long story."
Tai grinned. "Well, we've got time, and I wanna hear this."
Paildramon and Davis exchanged quick looks, then Rina spoke. "Less time than you think, Tai," her tone was one of mixed amusement and light exasperation. "The quicker we put an end to this, the better."
Yolei sighed. "Could you maybe ditch the cryptic act, and, just a thought, tell us what 'this' is?"
Rina looked to the other two, and, with a shrug, said, "Why not? They probably can help us here."
An uncertain look was in his eyes. "Okay, then," he responded, then fixed his gaze directly on his younger self. Though the teen felt a bit self-conscious, he made a mental note to not blink. "You guys have probably figured out who I am."
"You're me," answered Davis, right on the spot.
The man released an amused semi-scoff. "Yeah, I am, from about fifteen years into your futures, the year 2019," he disclosed, then grinned. He pointed a thumb to himself, "check out the awesomeness here, Davis Motomiya, this is how you grow up."
Davis looked his future self over, not sure if he was impressed by himself.
"I know," spoke the lime-haired woman, audibly entertained, "and I love it," before addressing the present-day Digidestined. "I'm his wife, Rina Motomiya."
Silence took a chokehold over the area. Yolei looked dubiously at the woman. The maroon-hair Digidestined's mouth was agape. Tai gave a shrug, thinking nothing much of that. Veemon looked confused.
"And me," Paildramon punctured the silence, with the voice of ExVeemon, "you guys already know. The reason we're here is that there's trouble brewing."
The look on Taichi's face darkened. "I think that we kinda figured that out already. What kind of trouble?"
It was Davis who answered. "An Arkadimon nest, somewhere on the continent," upon seeing the lack of comprehension on their faces, he then added grumblingly, "nasty little critters," he paused, pondering his further phrasing of the point. "Imagine an army of Apocalymon or Daemon, or Diaboromon," voiced Davis-the-older, sternly. On the faces of the younger Digidestined formed expressions of unease and dissatisfaction. "Yeah. Though it would be preferable to nip this in the bud, the situation's still manageable if one or two happen to hatch."
Rina sighed inwardly, feeling a twinge of regret for them come over her. This sort of thing, thought the green-haired woman, should not be their fight.
"So, hold on here," voiced Veemon, looking and pointing at Paildramon. "You're me?"
The dragon-insect chimera gave his younger and shorter self an amused look. "Yeah. Suffice to say, the years have done a lotta good."
"CEASE THIS PRATTLING, YOU FOOLS!" bellowed a female voice. The entire group, younger and older, turned leftwards. Not too far away, they beheld a demonic creature. White-skinned was the being, with a slender figure beneath a black suit that was crafted of leather. A pair of blood-colored eyes glared daggers at them.
Davis-the-older took a step forward towards her. Paildramon watched the LadyDevimon woman, tensing in anticipation. "Are you the one responsible for the nest?"
"Indeed," snarled the demon, raising her arm towards him. "Know that none of you wretched creatures, whatever you be, shall stand in my way. The eggs will soon hatch, then your worlds shall burn, and my Hell will be forged from the ashes. Submit now, and you shall be allowed to live as my slaves."
Davis-the-older felt inclined to roll his eyes at that. "Fat chance!" hollered Davis-the-younger. "We'll take you down."
LadyDevimon shot him a glare.
"And she will be," Davis-the-younger heard Rina's voice, "but right now, we've got to find those eggs. My Davis and Paildramon can handle her."
Surprise flashed over the LadyDevimon's face, and then she released a mocking laugh. "Think you so, stranger? Then let me present these two warriors with my best form. LadyDevimon Digivolve to-!" announced the demon, before the tell-tale glow of Digivolution coated her body and she began to expand.
"Davis," called Paildramon, charging forward. Davis-the-older was quick to follow. After a moment of running, the present-day Digidestined heard him announce, "Bio-Merge activate!", and a bright flash of light erupted, consuming both partners of that pair.
"What's he doing?" wondered Agumon aloud as the reptile watched both transformations proceed. The answer came before anyone around the Rookie could, from the light dying down and the sight of a familiar dragon in jet-black armor standing in the wasteland. "Oh, that. Does anyone know what that is?" he looked around at the others.
"I'm afraid I don't," answered Hawkmon at the same time as Yolei said, "Beats me."
"Check it, guys," bragged Davis, pointing eagerly at the Mega. "That's gonna be me someday."
Rina chuckled, deciding against informing them about their multitude of reality-iterations, eyeing the still-glowing-and-expanding LadyDevimon who had already reached giant proportions.
"Something's up," thought the human half of the dragon's mind. "How can she still be Digivolving, just what is that LadyDevimon's Mega?"
The answer came to them a moment later, when the light of the Digivolution faded.
On a quadrupedal body of melting white-skinned flesh, the monstrosity stood, about sixty metres tall and about equally as long, and blotting the sun out from both Imperialdramon and the ones behind the armored dragon. Four different arms were attached to its sides, none resembling the torso of the titanic beast. The head was that of a red-scaled dragon, as was its upper torso whereas its lower torso was plated in a cylinder of dark-green steel. At the front of the quadrupedal body supporting the mishmash body, there was an eyeless face and a massive mouth filled with yellow fangs that was growling lowly.
"Fools who dared to oppose me," cackled the voice of the LadyDevimon, "meet your killer. Meet GrandGeneramon."
The Imperialdramon glared. "No," replied Veemon. "This is dumb. You're dumb. I'm quitting your BS."
So saying, they followed it up with, "Imperialdramon Mode Change to," the dragon glowing, metamorphosing, and solidifying into a dragon-knight in shining white armor who brandished a sword, "Paladin Mode," and charged towards the titanic demon.