Lucemon's Shadow Cross
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Suddenly, the buckle burst forth with uncontrollable energy. Lucemon could feel the energy flowing through him.
"No, it can't be like this…" roared Lucemon's mind. "Lucemon…digivolve to…."
"He's digivolving?" gasped the children.
"Yep, and now he's ours...," smiled Impmon smugly. "The Gospel of the Fallen Angel along with the master's Hagurumon's command codes has forced Lucemon's digivolution. Yep, master Boogeymon should be proud…oops…you didn't hear that..."
"To…Fallen Lucemon!" growled a more mature voice. A teen with a leather jacket and black pants glided from the warped energy that wrapped around Lucemon. His hair was blonde and his eyes a cold blue. Half his wings were black and leathery and the other half were white and feathered.
"Run children I'll take care of this…" shouted Growlmon.
"No!" yelped Mark and he ran forward. "Lucemon, you have to snap out of it."
"Trust me kid, the master's Hagurumon made that buckle especially for Lucemon, there'll be no snapping in or out of anything," chuckled Impmon.
"So, Boogeymon has helpers," growled Growlmon.
"You weren't supposed to hear that!" yelped Impmon.
"Growlmon, you can't destroy Fallen Lucemon," Mark grabbed the lizard's hand tightly.
"I may have to," returned Growlmon.
"Heh, fools," smirked Fallen Lucemon. A swirl of digital code formed in his hand and he crushed it. He looked down at Impmon, "Tell Boogeymon's Hagurumon that I have officially snapped out of their code."
"Impossible," Impmon gaped at the demon angel.
"Lucemon!" cheered Mark.
"Who are you?" growled the demon. His eyes narrowed. "I know you; you're the digi-destined. I shall destroy the digi-destined," he turned to Impmon, "and then I'll deal with your master."
"How about you kind of work for him?" Impmon smiled sweetly. "We have the most wonderful dental coverage."
Fallen Lucemon just smirked and turned his attention to the children. "Satan's Curse!"
A flash of red and black erupted forward in strokes of lightning. The blast flew towards the kids.
"Exhaust Flame!" roared Growlmon. The blast of Growlmon's attack ran up against the blast from Lucemon. Lucemon's attack easily cut through Growlmon's and blasted the lizard against a group of trees.
"Fool, a mere Champion could never match my power!" laughed Fallen Lucemon.
"Mere Champion?" Brendan looked confused.
"Oh that's right…" Impmon smiled devilishly, "the boss said the gospel would cause Lucemon to jump digivolve and leap frog over his champion shadow form. Guess that means dear little angel boy is an ultimate…."
"Wait…" said Kevin.
"That means we're at the same position with Fallen Lucemon as…" started Stephen.
"We were when we first met Snimon," finished Janet.
"Growlmon are you ok?" Michelle had been at the lizard's side for a while but everyone was still gaping at Fallen Lucemon to have noticed. She turned around and looked up at Lucemon. "You, bully!" She balled up her fists and then turned to Impmon. "And you are nothing more than a trouble maker!" She turned to Lucemon, "You should feel bad about attacking Growlmon! But you're gloating, he's our friend!"
Mark looked at Michelle, "So is Lucemon! He's just ill like Growlmon was…"
"Heh, ill? No little child, I am stronger than ever!" sneered Fallen Lucemon. He looked at Michelle. "And to prove it I'll finish off this annoying little she devil! SATAN'S CURSE!"
The red flash flowed forwards.
"Michelle!" Labramon and Stephen yelped and ran to her.
"Labramon digivolve to….D'Archmon!" a lovely angel flew forwards. She had four wings and a carried a staff. Her red cap covered her head and a golden mask covered her face. A red shawl drew over her shoulders. A piece of cloth fell from her waist over her legs. She twirled the staff in her hand and placed it firmly in both hands and braced it defensively against Fallen Lucemon's attack. She winced as shards of the attack crackled across her face.
"Even you, angel girl, can not stand against my power," chuckled the demon/angel/teenager concoction that was Fallen Lucemon.
"We'll see about that," D'Archmon returned and swiped her staff forward, "La Pucelle!" A blast of amber and pink lightning struck out crackled across the sash that held the Gospel. "I have to destroy that sash; it's what is causing this!"
"Plasma Blade!" Growlmon slashed his claws forward sending the blade of energy at the newly digivolved Digimon.
Fallen Lucemon growled softly as D'Archmon's attack spread across his body. He saw the oncoming blade from Growlmon and raised his hand and batted the attack away. "Fools, when will you learn you can not defeat me?" He opened his arms and wings widely, like Lucemon did when he prepared to unleash Grand Cross. "Let me introduce you to your demise. D'Archmon, Growlmon, assorted digi-destined and Digimon, meet Shadow Cross!" The black cross of energy ripped forward.
"Exhaust Flame!" roared Growlmon. The red blast of fire rushed against the oncoming cross. The flames fanned out over the spokes of the cross uselessly.
"Battlement D'Armor!" D'Archmon opened her wings and held out her hands. An orb of light formed at the tip of each of her four wings and at the distal ends of her arms and legs. She drew her hands together and held her staff in both hands at the middle. The circle of energy orbs drew together to the staff and she thrust the staff forward. A blast of white lightning ripped forward and crashed against the cross. The lightning also fanned out across the cross and was equally failing to impede the cross's movement.
"Little Blizzard!" yelped Snow Agumon.
"Iai Blade!" Ryuudamon looked at Snow Agumon and the two of them nodded.
"Diamond Blast!" announced Renamon and shot the crystal shards forward.
"Ice Crystal!" Penguinmon altered her attack and threw dagger after dagger of ice at the cross.
"Boiling Bubble!" Otamamon leapt forward sending the hot bubbles forward.
"Nightmare Syndrome!" Tapirmon sent the black and blue streaks of energy forward.
All five extra attacks flickered across the cross. It still came and proceeded stubbornly against all attempts to stop it.
"If you were wise; you'd run," chuckled Fallen Lucemon. He stopped and then considered, "Not that it would change your future any…"
The children all looked up at the oncoming shadow. Nothing was stopping it. Fallen Lucemon laughed as D'Archmon retreated from the advancing shadow.