DIGIMON GENESIS
SPECIAL CHAPTER

REVENGE OF THE DRAGON
PART II

Hiamon gasped in horror at the intimidating figure standing before him. A while ago, they seemed like an even match, but now the figure had grown much bigger - he had evolved to a more powerful state than before.

Lightningdramon, the digivolved form of ExLightningmon.

The opponent seemed to know of his terrifying state, and seemed to enjoy watching Hiamon sitting there, horrified.

"Surprised, monster?" the dragon monster asked his great wings flapping in the light of the stadium. "Don't tell me you haven't ever heard about digivolution."
Takumi had heard about digivolution; heard it from the monsters outside, but this had not been what he had expected. He expected them to remain the same form, but just be a bit more powerful. An increase in ferocity and power was overwhelming. How could he defeat this beast?!
"I like this new form," commented Lightningdramon, happy at his rather devilish body. "Why, I bet even you couldn't beat me in a battle."

Hiamon stood upright, terrified. Was he really inviting him to a battle? He shivered at the thought, but courage was not without him. He stood straight now, standing tall, looking up at the figure before him, who was now flying around the stadium, to the crowd's amusement. They applauded him, the hungry beast, as though he were a star player in a football game, arriving on the field.

Hiamon, feeling quite stupid, raised his clawed fist and shouted:
"Hey! You! I can take you on any time. Give me what you got." He slammed his fists together testily, which provoked the flying dragon in a way like no other.

Lightningdramon snickered. He paused in mid-air and meters away he confronted his opponent. He let himself float, flapping his wings slowly, to monstrous (pun intended) applause.

"Fine then," the beast replied, and Hiamon noticed his voice was more scratchy, more beastly.

Hiamon flew to Lightningdramon's height, his fists out, in case his enemy caught him in surprise. He did. Before he could realize what was happening, the dragon performed a terrible nose-dive, letting the air around him part, and hit Hiamon hard in the chest. He fell to the stadium floor with a thud, a thud that shook the whole coliseum.

Cheers from the crowd.

The Guilmon at the megaphone was now ballistic. "And Hiamon is down - but is he out? A fantastic nose-dive, master Lightningdramon!"
The digital human grinned, showing his gigantic teeth to the stadium.

Hiamon had landed on his back, but he was sure that every bone in his dragon-like body was broken. Dust had gathered to where he had landed, for the surprise attack had took him down with such a hard force it had made a small crater on the stadium floor.

He brushed away the dust and blood and stood up slowly, as though it was but a scrape on his knee. He tried his best to look professional, as though the dirty trick was but an inferior move.

He tried his best to chuckle, to laugh in Lightningdramon's face as to make him appear dumb, but he could not due to the fact that he had been so surprised, but had it not been common sense to the rescue, he would have imagined that his vocal cords had been knocked down into his stomach.

"No, he's still alive!" the Guilmon cheered. His commentary was unneeded, but it seemed to add a bit of excitement in everyone in the tournament. "This battle could be one of the best I've seen in all my years as announcer - one year!"

Lightningdramon didn't seem mad that Hiamon was still alive; quite the contrary: he looked smug, as though a longer battle was something he craved for.

Hiamon stretched his orange wings and found the confidence to speak. He knew it was impossible to beat him, he knew it from the one hit he had received.

"My turn!" he shouted triumphantly, as though he knew he had a killer move up his sleeve - but he had none, just like he had no confidence. Confidence was important; he knew that, but he couldn't find it, not even in his beastly heart.

He flew to a higher height that Lightningdramon, then shouted:
"Flame Rain!"

From the holes in his [small (compared to Lightningdramon's] wings came little flares. They came from him like rain.

Lightningdramon balled his fists, starting intently at the flares that were nearing him.

"YAH!"

He punched at seven flares with his gigantic, powerful fists, then spun around, and did a tornado kick on another.

Hiamon zoomed down on Lightningdramon like a bullet, gathering speed. He hoped that the fireballs would distract him, leaving him vulnerable to a nose-dive from him. Unfortunately, his plan backfired - literally. The flares he had sent flew like magic back at him, hitting him hard in the face. Because of the high speed he was going, the flames were harder and more deadly. One flare hit him in the eye, which sent him hurling down, but he managed to float above the ground for a few seconds, before finally landing on two feet, his arms in the air in a threatening position.

He was temporarily blinded due to the impact of the fireball, but he had perseverance, he kept on, trying his best to make it seem as though the hit had done no damage. But in his eyes, it stung, and he felt like crying. His right eye, the one that had been hit, twitched involuntarily.

The Guilmon at the microphone could barely speak he was so thrilled. "Another devastating counter attack from the boss! I mean, Lightningdramon! Good hit, sir!"

Lightningdramon nodded, grinning from head to toe. He loved battling; he loved thrilling the crowd and astonishing them with his incredible feats. He also loved to see the opponent, half-dead and helpless as a cat in a tree.

Hiamon breathed angrily. He wanted to punch the Guilmon announcer, he wanted to blind the crowd. He didn't want to be seen like this, nor compliments given to his opponent for the miraculous beating he was giving him.

Suddenly an idea came to him! His Triple Dragon Talon attack. With his claws in front of him during a nose-dive, he could block any fireballs that came his way.

His wings stretched out, his eye no longer twitched. He felt confident, and confidence was a key to victory. He flew to the top of the stadium, then using the hole that the digital human had made as an entrance in the ceiling, flew out of it completely.

"That's not fair!" the reptile Digimon at the microphone announced. "You can't fly out of the stadium during the battle. This Digimon is disquali -"

"Oh, shut your hole!" Lightningdramon shouted, still staring at the speck in the sky that was Hiamon. "I want to see what he does."
At this, the crowd, who had been supporting the announcer's comments, as well as the Guilmon himself, fell quiet.

"Flame Rain!" came a small whisper from the sky. Fireballs came from Hiamon's wings. Lightningdramon squinted into the distance and could make out tiny red flares. The Guilmon noticed this too.

"Look's like he's doing another Flame Rain attack, Sir!"

"Do you think I don't know that?" Lightningdramon shouted back at him. "Now shut up! We don't need your commentary."

The Guilmon, ashamed of being a failure to his boss, put the microphone away and stared hungrily at the battle.

The flares from Hiamon's Flame Rain attack entered the stadium, receiving "oohs" and "ahhs" from the crowd.

"Triple Dragon Talon!" some more words were uttered from the dragon in the sky, but none heard him, for they were watching the raining flames, which were descending on Lightningdramon with high speed and equal ferocity.

Lightningdramon repeated the steps he did the last time, this time with a more impressive assortment of tricks: he punched at several of them, half-kicked, half-flipped another three, then head-butted another flame back at Hiamon - who was charging at full speed at the lightning dragon, claws out, head low, in a spectacular nose-dive.

The flames came at the dragon Digimon, but he simply stretched his fine claws and easily avoided the counter attack from Lightningdramon. The fire bounced off his iron fists and went right back at his opponent, who gasped in shock and surprise. The flames fell upon him, Lightningdramon screamed in pain, but the deadly impact from the heat dragon, Takumi, was yet to come. He came full speed, his claws ripping through Lightningdramon's flesh, which was already burned from the Flame Rain attack. Another scream of pain, this time louder and higher, came from the lightning dragon. The crowd watched with interest at the battle, watched Hiamon's opponent fall onto the tournament floor, watched the dust that rose from the impact, and watched the victor, Hiamon, breathing in exhaustion from the attack combo.

"Yeah, Hiamon!" shouted Naoki from the crowd, who looked as though he had bit his fingernails off in suspense. "You beat him!"
"Oh, and the boss is - is he?" the Guilmon received no answer to the crowd, he had forgotten he had turned off the microphone.

There was a movement from the wrecked floor. Lightningdramon stood up from the debris, breathing harshly at Hiamon, who was breathing in tiredness. "Of course I'm not, you oaf!" he shouted to the Guilmon, to the whole crowd. "I'd also like to note that the battle is not officially over until one of us dies. So shut your holes, all of you!" He stared around at the crowd, who was a bit nervous, possibly afraid that Lightningdramon might kill them all if they talked. Turning to the exhausted Hiamon, the lightning dragon simply said:
"I hope you're happy with yourself. That double attack combo was a clever move, I'll admit. But two attack techniques! Think of how much energy you are using up in one move. You have simply left me with a burn mark and a deep scar on my chest. I'll bet you're pooped now, am I right?"

Hiamon couldn't reply. He kept panting, he felt like he had just run 100 miles at top speed without stopping to breath. In gym class, he usually used that remark to his peers, but it was incredibly exaggerated. Now, he really did feel like it.

"I have not used a single power technique on you," the evil dragon remarked, his eyes flashing maliciously. "But if you're ready to go into that kind of battle, it is fine with me. We don't need to bore our audience with petty kicks and punches, now, do we? I prefer my battles to be nice and fast." He held up a reptilian fist, to which the crowd roared with support.

With the help from the audience, he flew to the top of the stadium, where he was now level with Hiamon, who was still breathing heavily and felt as though he may collapse at any minute.

The yellow dragon grinned. "Still tired, eh, Hiamon?" He chuckled. "Well, don't worry." His voice was cold and harsh, and sneering. "I'll put you out of your misery." He flew higher now, over the ceiling and out of the stadium into the dark clouds above. The sky appeared to be his element. He gazed upward at the ill-colored stratus cloud and rose his hands to it, as though reaching.

Hiamon knew he didn't have the strength to look up, but he did anyway. Lightningdramon appeared to be concentrating, his hands were going back and forth, as though rubbing something like a ball was in his hands. A buzzing sound from deep in his palms seemed to satisfy him. Now that he was ready, he cried out:
"Bullet Rain!"

Hiamon gasped. He now clearly could see that he had been focusing an energy ball. The cloud up ahead of him was sparking wildly, as though something had been drained from it.

Lightningdramon held the electricity ball to his chest and breathed on it, then threw it in the air. He caught it back in his hands, then stretched it from the edge of his chest to the other. He breathed, and suddenly the electricity disappeared.

Hiamon kept watching. Had the attack backfired? He didn't know, he didn't care. All he wanted was a place to sit down, to rest. If only his combination attack had finished his opponent! His attack was the one that backfired. It had merely finished him.

But Lightningdramon showed no signs that the attack had stopped. The electricity had disappeared; but his wings were glowing, flapping. Then the glowing stopped; the flapping came to an end. The yellow lizard spun around several times, until he was but a golden cyclone. Then the dragon found his target - Hiamon. He curved downwards, then narrowed his eyes - wherever they were inside the cyclone. He was picking up speed, then suddenly he slowed down, and Takumi finally saw what he really was - a lightning bolt.

ZAP!

The lightning lizard hit him hard in the stomach. He groaned, feeling his innards squeeze in pain. After impact, Lightningdramon flew overhead and began to fly around the stadium, much to the amusement of the audience, who clapped and cheered. It was a harsh form of entertainment. Hiamon landed on his head on the stadium floor, yet again, but this time, he didn't come back up. He had fallen on the side of his head, on a part near the eyes.

Upon seeing this, the watchers clapped and whooped. Obviously, this sport was a natural part of their everyday lives, and seeing a Digimon fall on his head on cement didn't have much of an impact on their minds. It was just like when a football player broke his leg, except this game was deadlier and quicker.

It took awhile for the people in the stands to see that Hiamon was seriously hurt, however, upon gaining this knowledge, they did nothing about it except point and say, "Look, he's injured!" or the occasional "Look, he's dead!"

He wasn't dead; but he sure felt like it. He couldn't stand up. Not that he wanted to, anyway. In fact, he didn't want to do anything. He just wanted to lie down, and wait until the pain was all over. He'd just take a short rest. A rest never hurt anyone. He closed his eyes, and halted breathing.

The Digimon crowd didn't seem to care; but humans Ryota, Naoki, Miho, Shun, and Yuka were making a plan.

"He's hurt!" Yuka squealed.

"He'll be okay," Naoki assured her.

Miho gasped in horror. "But we can't just - stand here -"

"Come on!" shouted Ryota. "We've got to help him!"

In his Digimon form, Kibamon jumped out of his seat and landed at the foot of the stadium.

"Hey!" the Guilmon ordered, grabbing the megaphone again, "two Digimon can't battle! It's unfair!"

Lightningdramon sneered and looked up at the dinosaur-like announcer. "You're getting very annoying," he breathed, pointing at the reddening Guilmon. Static electricity seemed to come from his index finger (er . . . claw). Suddenly the bolt sat upright, it's narrow edge pointing at the announcer.

The Guilmon screamed in worry, and when the bolt hit him in the neck, he screamed in hideous pain and frustration, screamed until his data floated out of the stadium and disappeared.

"That'll happen to anyone who dares interrupt my battle again!" he warned, pointing a finger at the whole group of Digimon in their seats, who leaned back in fright. He did nothing; though. He put his claw down and snickered at the sight before him: Hiamon on the ground, his eyes closed, and an angry Kibamon on the ground, yards and yards below him, joined by his friends, Mikemon, Jikimon, Mekanorimon, and Sorcerimon. The scene enthralled him.

"So . . . you've come to join your friend, eh? One of you might go check on him. You see, he's down there on the ground. It wouldn't surprise me if he was dead, all that's left is the data departure. Oh well. If you insist." He held out one of his long claws. "So . . . do you want this to be over long, or quick? Most prefer quick, but . . ."

"You're the one who needs to shut up!" Kibamon roared, lunging at the dragon.

Lightningdramon simply held his silver claw in front of him and slashed Kibamon's nostril. The snow leopard Digimon howled in pain, a long, yelping howl that probably made the monsters in the crowd feeling sympathetic, even though it only was a sport to them.

He landed near the boundary of the stadium, near the seats. Some Digimon pointed in interest at the bloody figure on the ground.

Back in the actual battle, Jikimon shouted her special attack:
"Energy Absorption!" The loud, raspy voice caught the audience by surprise. They gasped as they felt their insides turn upside down as the plant Digimon's Venus-fly-trap arms performed a suction. Lightningdramon knew what to do in case of emergency. He let himself be sucked into the flower's snake-like arms.

The audience all gasped, but didn't say a word, due to the fact that they were too frightened from Guilmon's destruction, except for one brave Digimon, the AeroVeedramon in the corner. He pointed in dismay and yelled:
"Lightningdramon! Lightningdramon is dead!"

This made the rest of the crowd gasp even louder; for they knew that the brave Digimon couldn't be too far from the truth. When suddenly . . .

BLECH!

The sound was uttered from Jikimon, who appeared to be coughing up juices. BLECH! again, and out came Lightningdramon. He had tore a hole through one of the plant Digimon's arms. She was now in terrible pain.

Lightningdramon dusted off some liquid from his body, then flew up to the corner of the stadium (not minding the severely wounded Jikimon) to face the brave AeroVeedramon.

The victorious flying Digimon, though brave, was now faced with danger beyond danger. For he knew that even his power could not match that of Lightningdramon, after seeing what had happened to Takumi . . .

"I'm not dead," Lightningdramon said calmly. "But you really thought I was, didn't you? You believed that I was dead?"
"Y-yes," stuttered AeroVeedramon.

"And even after I told you to be quiet, you so rudely pointed and shouted like a baby?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Did I not tell you to shut up?"
"You - you did, sir."

"And what did I say would happen to you if you did talk?"
"You -" The AeroVeedramon gasped, shivered. "You - you wouldn't . . . would you?"

"Me?" Lightningdramon looked at himself from top to bottom, innocently. "I'm not going to do a thing. It'll be Jikimon who's going to be doing something." The evil dragon smiled nastily. "Yes . . ."
At this, AeroVeedramon jumped from his seat and dived at Lightningdramon.

Bad decision.

Lightningdramon grabbed him easily by the leg, to the horror of the crowd. It was no longer entertainment; it was sickening. Everyone felt the same thing in their hearts, but none were brave enough to do anything about it. They watched AeroVeedramon in terror, dangling from the evil dragon's strong arms. He was looking dreadfully helpless, dangling there like a baby. How horrid it was to see this!

Some of the young Digimon closed their eyes upon seeing AeroVeedramon dragged in the air by the evil dragon, to a few yards above Jikimon's open Venus-fly-trap arms.

The brave dragon couldn't see a thing. It was his own words that led to his demise: "Drop me - please."
Lightningdramon snickered, and did so, letting lose the leg of AeroVeedramon, and watching him fall, screaming, into the open mouth of the huge Venus-fly-trap, then disappearing down there for an eternity.

Jikimon uttered a sudden sickening cough, but nothing came out of the arms. All of the crowd were in complete terror; this Digimon was a monster. Such a horrible fate was far worse than being electrocuted, as the Guilmon had been dealt with.

Mekanorimon wouldn't stand for it. He hated to see people mistreated; and this disgusting use of murder made his robotic heart boil with rage. His mechanical arms straightened forward, as though he was a zombie, then touched the little red orb on his chest.

"Twin Beam!" he shouted, releasing electricity that seemed to rival Lightningdramon's, but the evil dragon voided it with a whip of the tail, then shot like a bullet right at the robot Digimon, making him fall to the floor, looking like a piece of battered scrap metal.

Mikemon, small as she was, and equally timid, now rose to the plate, pouncing on the evil dragon with powerful force, but she knew that it was silly to do so, if Lightningdramon had voided electricity, he could surely evade a little pounce - a little pounce from a little cat - evolved from a little girl. All confidence, the confidence that had forced her to jump, left her, and instead she began to land, with no target or purpose. The evil dragon Digimon let out a fist and punched Mikemon right out of the air. She landed with a small PLOP on the other side of the stadium, badly bruised.

All that was left was Sorcerimon. His magic staff in the air, he exclaimed:
"Do you believe in magic? You will soon! Crystal -"
Lightningdramon snickered, floating to the ground near the ice wizard. He grinned harshly, showing his strong yet evil muscles to the crowd. "As a matter of fact, I do believe in magic." Then he glided to the top of the stadium, beaming at the crowd, and chanted:

"Now I'll tell you what I know

The stadium seats;

And the floors below

Are all just a game

Won't you like to play it?
Come in, don't be shy!

But if you're not worthy;

Come again; good-bye!

I will take you to a place

Beyond your wildest dreams

Where there is no such thing as good;

And the people are terrible fiends!

It is my humble domain

Where I've lived for years and years

I was banished there by those great dragons;

Who were once my friendly peers!

A world once ruled;

A place once kept;

Stolen; taken away from me!

The place that is sad; the place where I wept

Such a horrible area;

Now let me take you there

Where the game is my own

And the rules aren't fair!

Come along; don't be shy!

But if you aren't worthy -

Bye bye!

Lightningdramon roared loudly, and the stadium seemed to enter a vortex, and Hiamon, Kibamon, and the others were riding along in it; along with the cackling dragon.

They arrived in the area that Lightningdramon had described in his song, the area of darkness, the area where he wept.

Hiamon felt that he could breath now. His snooze had ended. He opened his eyes, slowly at first, until they were completely opened. Or were they? It was so dark. Had he opened his eyes? Was he dreaming? If he was, that was fine with him, because he could still feel a deep pain in his head. It was a few minutes later when he finally realized that his eyes were open, they had finally adjusted to the deep layers of darkness. But where was he? Of course! The stadium. But where were the lights? Why was it so dark?
Maybe the power went out, Hiamon thought dimly, reflecting on the fact that he didn't think clearly after a blow to the head. He lay back down, closing his eyes again; thinking that it was darker with his eyes open, and thinking he could sleep better that way. Wait, he thought, you can't sleep with your eyes open. Can you? I'd like to try it. Maybe I can sleep standing up, too.

"Ugh - Takumi?" grunted a familiar voice.

His eyes still closed, Takumi replied: "Yes, Ryota?"

"Where are we?"
"I don't know."

He suddenly opened his eyes, and now he could think clearly. If it was the stadium; where was the familiar noise of the crowd? Where was the others? And - where was Lightningdramon?

"Welcome friends!" a familiar voice sounded. But it wasn't familiar in a good way. It was Lightningdramon's. Suddenly a light seemed to flicker inside the dark area, the light hurt Hiamon's eyes, and it took a very long time for him to adjust to it.

He stared around him: Lying on the ground beside him was Ryota. A few feet away, Naoki, far away from him lay Yuka and Shun. Miho lay collapsed on the ground near him. And on the ground a few yards away he could make out the face of an unknown boy with red hair. The boy who could transform into ExLightningmon! But wait . . . that was impossible . . . Lightningdramon was currently flying overhead. What was going on? Who was the boy? He didn't know.

All the others, including the boy in the red hair, sat up and looked at the speaker, Lightningdramon.

"So good of you to come to my little tournament!"
"What just happened?" Ryota asked, brushing his nose, which was bleeding at an alarming rate.

"I'll tell you what happened!" yelled the brute dragon. "It was so easy to trick you into going to this little tournament. My tournament."
"You sent us the invitation?"
"Of course I sent you the invitation! Who else would have sent you the invitation?" Takumi noticed he spoke with a deeper, raspier voice that before. It wasn't quite his, it didn't seem like the Lightningdramon he had been battling with before. "Of course, it was easy . . . too easy, in fact. You foolish children! Walking into an easy trap! Oh well! I thank you. And I thank you." He gazed at the boy with the red hair, who was stretching his arms and moving about irritably.

"What - no! Not you!" shouted the boy, pointing a finger at Lightningdramon. "Get away from me - you hear me! Get away!"
"Oh shut up, Devin. You're of no use to me now. You see? I don't have to use your tight little boy body anymore." He glided around smugly, his large wings flapping brilliantly in the light.

"W-what do you mean you don't have to use his body anymore? What do you mean? Speak up!" Ryota ordered.

Lightningdramon sighed, stopping in mid-air. "I don't know why I'm explaining this to you, but if you all are going to help me, then I guess I have to tell you."
"Help you?" asked Takumi, startled. "Help you, after what you've done to us?"

"Shut up, boy!" the dragon ordered in his raspy voice. "I'm trying to get on with my story."
"Hmph!" snorted Ryota, best he could, with a hurt nose.

Lightningdramon ignored him, and continued:
"Years and years ago, long before any of you pip-squeak children or your mommies and daddies were born, I was here. I, and the three other great dragons!"

"The three great dragons?" asked Takumi, sitting up. "Who are -"
"Don't interrupt me, you nasty little freak! Let's see, where was I. Yes. The three great dragons. Oh, we had a fun time ruling the Digital World with an iron fist! But I had a few issues with them. Actually, I had many issues with them. After a while, I learned that they weren't running the world the way they should be!"

Takumi stood up. "What do you mean?"
"For the last time, don't interrupt me, or I'll kill you!"

He sat back at this little comment.

"Ah. So there we were, ruling the Digital World. Our areas were divided into four sections: One for Magnadramon, one for Azulongmon, one for Goldramon, and one for me.

"Unfortunately, the other dragons didn't know how to rule! They proposed, after many wars, that all Digimon are equal; no matter what level, what group, and most importantly: what type!"

"What do you mean, group and type?"
"Oh, you are such an ignoramus. Group! A classification on what type of animal or individual one looks like. Type! There are three. Vaccine, data, and virus. Vaccines help cure programs. Data can be controlled easily. And virus control the Digital World by wiping out the bad programs and putting in the new!"

"That's not what I've heard a virus sounds like," Takumi shrugged.

"Shut up! For your information!" he pointed at Takumi, Ryota, Shun, and Miho, "you're all virus type Digimon yourselves! Ah! An insult to my own kind." Lightningdramon sighed. "I began to make a campaign for virus Digimon to rule more! Many supported my campaign. Some data types even approved of it! Not that they should decide, of course. But the vaccines were totally against it! Completely! What utter filth." He spat on the ground with acidic breath.

Miho and Yuka jumped back upon seeing the gross nature.

"Why can't they see that it is viruses that help the Digital World grow? Vaccines are utter filth, curing programs that have no need or use! I killed the vaccine Digimon who opposed me. Magnadramon, supporter of the vaccines, didn't like that at all! So after the long war was over; she and the other dragons trapped me in this horrible dungeon to rot!"

His rage was building greatly, steam was coming from his reptilian nostrils.

"Well," spoke Ryota, "perhaps if you had been a bit more nice about the whole thing, they wouldn't have imprisoned you."
Lightningdramon's cold eyes stared deeply into Ryota's. "Are you telling me - that viruses should not rule the Digital World?" Flames started to spurt from his mouth, but he seemed to regain his cool in the next few seconds. "I am not trying to rule the Digital World any more. I am going to destroy it."

"Destroy it?" Yuka gasped. "You mean - all those Digimon -"
"Oh please. They won't know a thing. They'll only be there one minute, then gone the next. They won't feel anything at all." He grinned nastily.

"And why do you need our help for that?" Takumi shrugged. "Not that we want to be involved, or anything."

"It's all a trick!" Devin moaned. "I knew it! Why - oh why!"
Lightningdramon smirked, looking at the red-haired boy. "One day when I was drifting in the darkness, with no hope, no light, a boy stumbled upon my way. He got to my world by an invention. He is a time traveler, and a dimension leaper. Very smart, too. Just the organism I needed!"

Devin sighed. "I wish I weren't so foolish! I knew I shouldn't have gone to your dimension!"
"Just as he was leaving to go back to his puny Earth, I took control of his body. I have been feeding off of him, and with my power I have been able to evolve back to my original state. I sent an invitation to you all for the battle tournament. If I could gain your data, I could digivolve to my mega form." Lightningdramon smirked. "But your data is unneeded. I have downloaded the data of both Guilmon and AeroVeedramon." He turned to Devin, who was sitting on the floor. "Thanks, Devin. But you are not needed in this game. You have served your purpose."
Lightningdramon flew to the top of the dark world again, and began to glow brightly.

"No!" Devin shouted, the light blinding him.

"What's going on?" asked Takumi, covering his eyes.

"He's digivolving!" Devin explained.

This was so - a figure appeared out of the beam of light. He was just about as yellow as the light itself, except of a more darker, lemony color. He had a mask over his face, a blue, cold mask, with two sharp horns. He had blue armor as well, and a long, yellow tail that stretched to the ground. The glowing was over, and now the area resumed it's normal darkness.

"I have digivolved to ImperialLightningdramon!" triumphed the yellow dragon. "No one stands in my way!" His eyes turned to Devin, who was lying, bewildered and weak, on the floor. "Say good-bye, Devin!"

His armor opened up, revealing a large cannon. "Positron Pull!" he shouted, and a gold streak of lightning hurled to the ground, closer and closer. Devin shielded his eyes from the great horror.

All stared in dismay as they watched the bolt picking up speed, and being hurled to the ground, where Devin was. They watched as he disappeared into the yellow light, watched as the lightning bolt then dissolved, leaving nothing.

Takumi shouted what everyone else knew:
"Devin's dead!"

Next time on Digimon Genesis Special Chapter!
ImperialLightningdramon strikes a deal with Takumi and his friends, but it ends abruptly. Will Takumi make the decision of his life? Is Devin Marsuuki really dead? Find out on the next Digimon Genesis Special Chapter!

And . . .

One of the digital humans has a deep secret, and will stop at nothing to get what he (or she!) wants. The ultimate treachery, which will lead up to discovering the identities of the Shadow Gang members, on the next Digimon Genesis:

ISCARIOTISM