Chapter 28: Beelzemon
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon
It was quiet; not so much as a whisper could be heard. The tall buildings kept a silent watch on the street below. The street was empty, and had been for some time. Both the silence and emptiness were broken, as a loud sound made the windows of the skyscrapers rattle. This sound was the revving of an engine, growing louder as it came up the street. It belonged to a motorcycle, and was accompanied by the grumblings of its rider. The rider brought his bike to a stop, and observed the emptiness of the city. He grunted in annoyance, and dismounted his bike.
The rider, and everything about him, gave the impression of a gang leader. He was wearing a leather jacket with a fur lined collar, a pair of metal studded riding gloves and boots that each had a triad of spikes at the tip. On his back there were several loose cables jutting out, and at the center of his face was a third, unblinking eye. On his back was a holster containing a handheld, double barreled shotgun, with another one holstered at his right leg. Much of his clothing bore skull shaped emblems.
Beelzemon grumbled to himself; "Man, I came out here looking for a warm up, but there's no one around to destroy."
In response to Beelzemon's grumblings, a pair of Tankmon rolled around the corner. At the first, the two of them trained their cannons on him, but lowered them upon recognizing him.
Beelzemon smirked to himself; "Perfect."
He pulled his two shotguns out of their holsters and pointed each of them at one of the Tankmon. He shouted 'Double Impact' and fired off two rounds from each shotgun. Each of the Tankmon was struck by two shots, and was immediately destroyed. Beelzemon promptly loaded their data before it could disperse.
Beelzemon spat on the ground; "That wasn't even an appetizer. I clawed my way up from nothing for this power, but now there's no one who can challenge me. There's got to be someone around here who can put up a fight. Then, once I beat them, I'll be even stronger."
Beelzemon was about to get back on his bike, when he heard a voice call out from somewhere nearby. The voice called out 'Justice Burst', after which numerous blue energy bolts fell around Beelzemon. Although none of the bolts actually hit him, it was enough to get his attention. The Demon Lord grunted in irritation and looked up to his attacker, who was standing on top of a nearby building.
The figure standing there was human in appearance, but wore a form fitting blue and white suit. There were metal plates on his shoulders and knees, and his entire right arm was mechanical. A metal mask with an antenna on each side covered most of his face. A long red scarf hung around his neck, with one end of it flowing over each of his shoulders.
"Halt villain," called the Digimon, gesturing with his mechanical arm. "Your rampage ends right here."
Beelzemon gazed at him with a confused look on his face. "What rampage? I only killed two guys. Who are you anyways; Spandexmon or something?"
"I am Justimon; protector of this city. I assume you are Beelzemon, one of the Seven Demon Lords."
Beelzemon smirked; "So you know me huh? Should I be flattered?"
"You should be wary; I am here to stop you once and for all."
"Oh are you now? Maybe you'll actually be a worthy opponent."
Without any further exchange of words, Justimon leapt from the rooftop. He called out 'Justice Kick' and thrust his foot forward as he dove at Beelzemon. Beelzemon rolled his eyes and casually leaned to the side, allowing Justimon to fly past him and crash headlong into the ground. He yawned, expressing his boredom and turned around to where Justimon had crashed. Once he did, he was met with Justimon delivering an upward kick into his jaw, knocking him back a few feet.
Beelzemon rubbed his jaw and smirked; "You're the first person in a long time that has been able to hit me. I must have gotten rusty over the past couple millennia."
Justimon stood up and faced Beelzemon unflinchingly. "There's a lot more where that came from. You caused too much damage to the Digital World the last time you were free. I cannot allow that to happen again."
Beelzemon chuckled; "You can't 'allow' it? Who do you think you are? You may have gotten in a fluke hit, but there is no way you're going to defeat me."
"We shall see."
Justimon held up his mechanical arm, which began to change shape. The hand became enlarged and bore only three fingers, with a lightning bolt emblem on the palm. He called out 'Thunder Clap' and slammed the hand onto the ground, unleashing a triplet of shockwaves towards Beelzemon. The Demon Lord leapt backwards, landing just beyond the reach of the attack. As soon as he landed, Justimon dashed towards him, his arm changing shape again. It now bore a short, orange coloured blade of energy.
When he reached Beelzemon, Justimon yelled 'Voltage Blade' and swung his weapon at his opponent. The Demon Lord grabbed Justimon's arm just below the blade and squeezed it. The machinery crumpled and the blade shorted out and disappeared. Justimon swung at him with his free hand, but he simply caught the punch and sneered. While he held onto both of Justimon's hands, Beelzemon delivered a mighty kick to his stomach. The blow threw Justimon back, where he landed in a heap.
Beelzemon glared at the injured Justimon and then smirked. "I told you it was impossible."
Beelzemon once again removed his shotguns from their holsters, pointing them at Justimon. He called out 'Double Impact' and unloaded both of his weapons at Justimon. Justimon flinched away from the oncoming attack, and raised his arm in an attempt to shield him. Instead of feeling the attack strike him, he heard a loud pair of clangs. When he looked up, he saw a figure clad in black armour standing over him. The figure was holding out a hexagonal shield, and had blocked Beelzemon's attack.
"Who are you?" asked Justimon.
"A friend," replied Blackwargreymon, placing his shield back on his back. He then offered a hand to Justimon.
Justimon took his hand and stood up. "Very well met then; friend."
Beelzemon looked as though he was about to throw up. He interrupted the two by calling to them; "So there's two of you now eh? This might turn out to be fun after all."
Justimon morphed his mechanical arm back to its original state as he and Blackwargreymon turned towards Beelzemon.
"You corrupted me and made me do horrible things. I'm here to make sure it never happens to anyone else."
"One of my few mistakes; it's not usually my style to do stuff like that. I prefer to prove I'm the strongest personally, instead of having lackeys do the work for me. Although; this will be a fun mistake to correct."
Beelzemon cracked his knuckles and took up a stance, waiting for the other two to come at him. Blackwargreymon nodded to Justimon and then leapt at Beelzemon, thrusting his claws forward. Beelzemon caught his claws, but required both hands to hold him back. While Beelzemon was occupied with Blackwargreymon, Justimon jumped over him and delivered a kick to his face. At the same, Blackwargreymon rammed the back of his other gauntlet into Beelzemon's chest. The combination of blows threw Beelzemon backwards.
Beelzemon leapt up from the ground and landed on his bike. The engine roared to life at its riders touch. Before he could make a move, Justimon converted his arm back into the three fingered form. He called out 'Thunder Clap', slamming his palm onto the street. The impact caused several cracks to form in the road, one of which caught the back wheel of Beelzemon's bike.
Beelzemon revved his engine furiously, but all it accomplished was spinning his tires uselessly. Blackwargreymon took this opportunity to leap into the air and conjure a massive sphere of energy. He yelled 'Terra Destroyer', before hurling the orb at Beelzemon. The Demon Lord cursed loudly before jumping free of his bike. Blackwargreymon's attack impacted the bike, blowing it to pieces.
Beelzemon glared at the remains of his bike, and then turned his fury on the other two. "Now you've done it. I was taking it easy before, but playtime is over."
Beelzemon whipped his shotguns out again and snarled at the two of them. They braced themselves for the attack, but before it came, Beelzemon was struck in the back by an energy blast.
"What the…" he said, turning to see his other attacker.
Darkdramon was standing with his left arm outstretched, the cannon poking out of his gauntlet. He withdrew his cannon and waved to the other two Digimon. "You looked like you could use some help."
Ren stepped out from behind Darkdramon and smiled at the others. "I'm glad you're here, Blackwargreymon, it might have been hard for us to fight Beelzemon by ourselves. Oh, and you as well…"
"Justimon," he said, introducing himself.
"I'm Ren. I'd introduce myself more formally, but this is a bit of a dicey situation."
Beelzemon began to laugh uncontrollably. "So there are three of you now huh? What's more; one of those pesky human brats is with you. Things are really gonna get good now."
"This will be the end for you, Beelzemon," declared Justimon.
"You wish."
Beelzemon swung both of his shotguns forward towards Justimon. Before he could get a shot off, Darkdramon snatched away one of them with Gliepnir's claw. Beelzemon grunted, but fired the other shotgun at Justimon anyways. The shots impacted his three fingered hand, blowing a hole right through it. Justimon winced and clutched at his arm, which then shifted back to its standard form. Beelzemon holstered his remaining shotgun and then charged at Justimon, extending his claw like fingers.
Blackwargreymon stepped out in front of Justimon and raised his arms above his head. He yelled out 'Black Tornado' and began rotating his entire body. Once his spinning became fast enough to blur his appearance, he threw himself at Beelzemon. Beelzemon stopped charging when Blackwargreymon came at him, but was unable to get out of the way. Blackwargreymon drove himself into Beelzemon's gut, launching him backwards at Ren and his partner. Darkdramon then clasped Gliepnir's claws around his waist, and threw him into the side of a nearby building.
Beelzemon fell from the side of the building into a heap on the ground. He pounded the ground with his fist in anger.
"Damn it," he exclaimed to himself, panting heavily. He clawed at the ground, slicing small cracks in the pavement. "I'm not going to go back to being nothing. I'm not weak; I'm not going to lose. I'm not going to die…"
Beelzemon's third eye rolled back into his head as an image from his memory came to the surface. He had been much smaller back then; before he joined the Demon Lords. He had just gotten beaten by a Devidramon, and it was about to finish him off. Before it could, a massive blast of white and black energy completely destroyed it. He looked up and saw the figure of Lucemon standing over him. Lucemon turned away, and gestured for him to follow, and he did…
Beelzemon twitched with frustration and began to hyperventilate. The others had moved in closer to him while he had been having his episode. He let out a tortured scream and lunged at Ren. Darkdramon moved to stop him, but was easily thrown aside. Ren attempted to move away from Beelzemon, but tripped over his own feet, falling backwards. He held up his arms and shut his eyes, wincing away from the oncoming attack.
Ren heard a sickening crunch, but did not feel anything. He opened his eyes and saw Blackwargreymon standing over him. One of Beelzemon's claws was sticking out of the right side of his chest, piercing cleanly through from his back. Beelzemon retracted his claw, allowing Blackwargreymon to fall to the ground beside Ren. He grunted painfully, and clutched at the gaping wound.
Darkdramon got to his feet, but wobbled wearily. "No; Blackwargreymon," he said weakly.
Beelzemon, still in a rage, pulled out his remaining shotgun and aimed it at the fallen Blackwargreymon. He fired a single shot, but then the weapon jammed. The shot struck Blackwargreymon's head, blowing off the right side of his helmet. Beelzemon yelled and threw the shotgun aside. Blackwargreymon coughed weakly and nudged Ren away from him. Ren got back up and ran over to Justimon and Darkdramon.
The look in Blackwargreymon's eyes softened, and then they closed for good. His body dissolved into data and began to stream away. Before it could, Beelzemon drew it in with his right arm and absorbed it. He let out a triumphant yell as a mechanical weapon formed over his arm. He ogled the weapon briefly before turning back to the others. He let out a maniacal laugh and yelled at them.
"SEE?! I told you I wasn't going to die!"
Justimon and Darkdramon both glared at Beelzemon, furious about the death of Blackwargreymon. Darkdramon looked as though he was about to explode. Ren placed an arm on Darkdramon's shoulder and looked at him solemnly.
"Don't fly off the handle," he warned. "You might get hurt if you're careless right now."
Darkdramon nodded and then turned to Justimon. "It's time for you to go."
Justimon was taken aback at this. "What?! You expect to fight him by yourself?"
"In this city, there is a temple. There are many Digimon taking refuge there. If we should fail to stop Beelzemon here, you must get them out safely."
Justimon hesitated briefly, but nodded in the end. "I shall see that it is done. I wish you luck, my friend." He then leapt up to the top of a nearby building and away into the city.
Beelzemon had now regained most of his composure. "All alone are we? That's too bad; this isn't gonna be fun anymore."
"Is that all you can think of?"
"What good is having power if you can't have fun with it?"
Ren took a deep breath and then glared at Beelzemon. "I think I realize now why we have to fight. It's so that we can protect the things that matter from monsters like you." Ren's Digivice began to glow with a soft green light. Darkdramon stepped forward and raised Gliepnir
Beelzemon spat at Ren's words. He then held up his new weapon, the tip of which opened up. The opening filled with a small orb of pink energy. Beelzemon yelled fiercely; 'Corona Blaster', and discharged a massive blast of energy. Darkdramon quickly raised Gliepnir to shield himself, but the blast was too big for him to block fully. Gliepnir itself was undamaged, but massive chunks of his armour were broken off, and part of his visor had melted. Darkdramon staggered briefly, and then fell backwards, degenerating to Sealsdramon as he hit the ground.
As Sealsdramon fell, a beam of green light shot out of Ren's Digivice. Beelzemon raised his weapon to shield himself, which then got struck by the beam. The weapon discharged green sparks, but showed no visible signs of damage. Beelzemon snickered cruelly and pointed the weapon at Ren and Sealsdramon.
"Looks like you've run out of fight. I might as well put you out of your misery."
The tip of the weapon opened, but this time the orb inside it was green instead of pink. Beelzemon looked horrified as the weapon began to shoot off sparks again. The orb exploded outwards, tearing apart the weapon. Beelzemon howled in pain and fell to his knees, clutching at his right shoulder. The explosion from the weapon had taken his entire right arm with it. He gritted his teeth and panted heavily, while glaring at Ren.
"Well, go on," he said, "you're proven that you're stronger than me. Hurry up and kill me already."
Ren shook his head; "Why are you in such a hurry to die?"
"What do you mean? You won; that gives you the right to kill me as proof of your superior power."
"Power isn't just for killing. Besides, Sealsdramon is only a champion level Digimon; he wouldn't be able to leave a scratch on you. It would also be somewhat dishonest to attack an unarmed opponent."
Beelzemon grunted furiously; "Of all the cheap shots! I'd rather be dead than suffer that kind of insult on top of my injuries."
"Perhaps you can find something else to use your power for now. Let's go, Sealsdramon."
Ren helped Sealsdramon to his feet and propped him up on his shoulders.
"Why did you decide to let him live?" asked Sealsdramon
"Something in my gut told me not to kill him. Besides; you aren't really up to it anyways, are you?"
Sealsdramon chuckled, "No I suppose not. I just hope you're making the right choice."
"I don't think he'll be doing much fighting any time soon. If he does decide to pick a fight with us again though, we'll be ready for him."
With that the two of them departed, heading towards the temple and leaving behind a bewildered Beelzemon. He struggled to his feet and stared at the backs of the other two until they were out of sight. He bore a puzzled look on his face, and the situation had just begun to sink in. He turned around and began to skulk away in the opposite direction.
"What is up with that human?" he asked rhetorically. "He was stronger than me, but he didn't kill me. That's how things are supposed to work; the strong survive while the weak perish. What did he mean when he said 'another use for my power'? Power is only for fighting, isn't it?"
Beelzemon was interrupted from his musings by the sound of flapping wings. He turned around to see who they belonged to, and was surprised when he saw who it was.
"Oh it's you," he said. "I thought you were dead."
"A gross exaggeration, my lord Beelzemon," replied the other Digimon.
"What do you want anyways? Can't you just leave me to die?"
"Unfortunately; if I were to leave you as you are, you wouldn't die. That in itself poses a huge problem for me."
"What…" was all Beelzemon managed, before the other Digimon attacked him.
The Demon Lord was still weakened from his injuries and unable to defend himself. Beelzemon let out a painful grunt as the attacker shoved the blade of a scythe through his chest. He gritted his teeth as the attacker withdrew his blade. The shock of that attack, coupled with his earlier injury was too much for Beelzemon. He fell to his knees, his remaining arm hanging limp. He began to fall forwards, but his data dispersed before he hit the ground. The other Digimon smirked, and then disappeared in a shroud of darkness.
Author's Notes: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. The addition of Justimon was somewhat spontaneous, as I had only originally planned for Blackwargreymon to be there by himself. Blackwargreymon, Beelzemon, and Justimon are my all time favourite Digimon, so I figured if two of them were showing up, why not bring in all three. At first I feared it would be a bit cluttered, but I think it turned out okay.
As for Beelzemon's weapon going off, that was the backlash from his gluttony. He obtained his Blast Mode Weapon from absorbing Blackwargreymon's data, and it was, in turn, the instrument of his defeat.
Revision Notes: Once again I fixed up the fights to make it easier to tell who's who. Not much to take note of aside from that.
