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Miraculous Darkness, Night of the Midnight Sun
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"Labramon biomerge to…" The light was blinding. It burned through the midnight sky. A golden figure stood in the epicenter of the light. Long robes fell over its form and a cowl covered its face. Two blue eyes pierced the silver shadows of the cowl. The eyes flashed brightly and the ragged robes burned from the figure and were sloughed off as the true form of the Digimon of Light appeared. A wolfish head, with pointed canine ears and snout, topped an armored body. White armor with blue striping covered its humanoid body. Shoulder guards extended to the sides of the creature and ended in long golden claws. The midriff, though armored, was still thin at the waist and broad in the chest, though any sign of gender was completely covered by the heavy armor of the creature. Its large hands held huge, golden machetes. The golden light of digivolution revealed the sterling whiteness of the armor. The eyes blazed with light and it looked at the Chaos and sliced one of its machetes in the liquid's direction. "…Ancient Garurumon!"
The voice of the digimon was feminine. The machetes she held in her large pawed hands slid across each other and the wolf warrior leapt towards the Chaos. The blades of the machetes glowed. A beam of light streamed down the blades' edge and shot into the Chaos as Ancient Garurumon sliced forward.
"That's…my sister…" whispered Kevin from within Justimon.
"Sharpness Claymore!" roared the wolf warrior as the beams sliced forward eradicating the Chaos in one single strike. The remains of Kuro Takenouchi's house shuddered and collapsed as the Chaos that supported it evaporated into nothing. Ancient Garurumon turned. Several winged specters were diving towards her. The wolf snarled slightly and opened her mouth. A piercingly frigid light filled the wolf's throat. "Absolute Zero!" The light shot forward. The winged agents disappeared as the light filled the sky.
"Holy…crap," murmured WarGreymon X.
"I concur…" Anubismon nodded as he looked at the ancient warrior of light.
"She's…so strong," whispered Valkyrimon as she looked at the humanoid wolf.
"She is very impressive isn't she?" Slash Angemon looked at the warrior of light as the wolfish warrior swept around with its blades and eviscerated two of the green horned beasts that rose up from the remains of the Chaos, "I don't even think she's trying…"
"I'm just glad she's on our side," said GaiOumon as he walked forward.
"Michelle! Are you ok?" Kuzuhamon glided in the wolf's direction.
"I-I'm fine…it's like…The only way I can explain is that it feels like warm toast in here…" Michelle's voice echoed from Ancient Garurumon.
"This is the most power I've ever felt…" said Labramon as Ancient Garurumon looked around.
"I think we need to go…" Michelle's voice said quietly, "I have this tingling feeling, we need to get to the Digital World...We need to get to Mr. Takenouchi, Damienmon is regrouping!"
"How are we going to get there?" asked Justimon as he looked to the others. "I mean that strange man isn't here, and even if the Harmonious Ones were here I really don't want to go Air Zhuqiaomon again… …"
"What about…that?" Anubismon pointed upward to the sky. A golden portal was swirling in the sky. "It has to be a portal to the Digital World! Look, in the epicenter that's File Island!"
The image changed to reveal a red ocean. Small buildings poked out of the liquid.
"The Village of Origins…" murmured Valkyrimon quietly.
The portal flickered again and showed a large, brown castle.
"Rosemon's palace…" GaiOumon gasped as the castle collapsed on itself.
The image changed again and revealed a large ship exploding as thousands of Chaos agents opened fire on it.
"The Great Gannet!" gasped WarGreymon X and Kuzuhamon in unison.
The portal shifted again and revealed a city around a chapel, though all that was left of the city was a chapel and the walls that surround the city. Red liquid had flooded the entire city.
"The Mission…" whispered Slash Angemon. Ancient Garurumon nodded quietly.
A huge library was covered in the reddish goo of the Chaos and Anubismon gasped, "That's the library where we met Datamon…"
The image shifted again as it revealed a temple. The red liquid was darker and it swarmed with activity. A structure was propped up and held a large, red sphere.
Justimon narrowed his eyes, "I know that temple…that's where Chaos Piedmon attacked us with his two Chaos flunkies…"
"That's Chaos Piedmon's headquarters…" growled GaiOumon. He lifted his jagged swords.
"Then that is our target," whispered Ancient Garurumon, "Mr. Takenouchi is there! We must get to him and free him…we can not beat Damienmon…not alone, only the forces of True Light and True Darkness can stop a being like that!"
Ancient Garurumon glowed brightly and leapt towards the portal, a stream of light rocketed behind her as she flew towards the portal. The other biomerged digimon looked at each other. Justimon growled as he was forced to be carried by Anubismon and the others followed Ancient Garurumon into the portal.
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"Get up…" whispered a voice. Kuro opened his eyes. It hurt to move his eyelids but he let them flicker. "Don't give up; you can't let him win the day…"
A crimson world swam and swirled in front of his eyes. There was a pressure on his chest and he looked down to find red snakes wrapped around his body. He hissed slightly as something tried to stab his side.
"Where…am I?" whispered Kuro as he looked around.
"Meet the D-Reaper…" whispered the voice. It was on Kuro's right and the man turned slightly and let his dark eyes fall. A young boy was standing there. Kuro's eyes twitched as he looked at the child. He had short, black hair, and black eyes. His skin was lightly tanned and his hair was slightly ruffled. Black robes fell over the child's body obscuring his figure save the head and face.
"What kind of trick is this?" whispered Kuro as he looked at the child.
"It is no trick…" replied the child.
"You are me, when I was a child, and this is no trick, don't lie to me!" growled Kuro as he glared at the child.
"Yes, it is disturbing, isn't it?" whispered the child as he looked at himself. "I am just taking a form that is most fitting to your senses' understanding of me. If anyone is playing a trick on you, it's you."
"What are you?" Kuro struggled slightly and winced as the tendrils holding him contracted.
"I am part of you," replied the child. "I am the darkness within." The child walked around the large crimson sphere that Kuro was being held in. "I am that which you deny yourself. You've been fighting your true self for a long time…you've been denying the darkness in you to escape."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Kuro closed his eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about…"
The child narrowed its eyes as the tendrils around Kuro tightened. A stalk dropped down from the top of the sphere. A giant eye opened at the end of the stalk and looked at Kuro.
"Subject is awake," hummed a mechanical voice from all around Kuro. "Continue processing program…" A maser of red energy flashed over Kuro holding itself on his head.
Kuro screamed loudly as the beam seemed to cause his brain to bubble with activity. The man closed his eyes and winced as the beam dug into his mind. Kuro opened his eyes and the sphere was gone.
"Where's Hoshi?" a brown haired woman asked feverishly. She grabbed Kuro tight and shook him, "Where is she!"
"The typhoon's top sustained winds are plateauing at 170 kilometers per hour," a voice calmly spoke over the small portable radio that sat on the table of the Ishida's household. "All citizens are asked to stay in their homes or in a shelter, travel is not recommended."
"She...left…" whispered Kuro as he looked at his mother. "Went into the storm, she wanted to go to the Digital World, she said…that she was going to show you that Dad was right…"
"Stay here, if she comes back, with your father out of town, you'll have to watch the house; I'm going out there!" The woman started to rush forward.
"No, Mom!" Kuro grabbed her by the shoulder, "You won't find her, she…she…the police will find her…"
"I can't leave her out there!" shouted the woman, "Now let me go!"
"Mom, don't, you'll get killed!" Kuro reached forward but his mother pulled away. Kuro's mother was about his height now; he remembered this, it was when he was fourteen.
"I'm not going to let your sister die out there!" the woman shouted and she grabbed the handle to the door. The wind outside was roaring and the door shook as she held it shut. The drilling rains pounded against the house in waves.
"I'll go!" Kuro looked at his mother.
"No, I don't want to lose the two of you; you're the loves of my life," The woman opened the door letting in sheets of rain and leaves as the wind howled into the house. The heavy rain slicker she was wearing was instantly drenched. "Stay here, I'll try and get back soon."
The woman struggled as she shut the door. The wind and rain pounded the house loudly as Kuro looked at the door. Kuro leaned forward putting his face against the wooden barrier, feeling the wind and rain ramming the door.
"Don't go, if you don't go, you won't find her, if you don't find her…" Kuro closed his eyes. "She won't be in pain…anymore…"
Kuro opened his eyes. His head was lying on a bed. His sister was laid back on the mattress of the bed. Tubes and wires wound around her arms and face. Kuro's mother was sleeping in a chair on the other side of the sanitary white room. There was a steady beep as he looked up at a monitor that showed a jagged line. He looked around himself and caught a reflection in one of the screens of the monitors. He was young again. His face wasn't as weary as he remembered it.
"Hoshi…" Kuro whispered as he looked at the gray faced girl.
She was fifteen now, but it didn't matter. She'd been asleep for a year. Her eyes were blank when the doctors came to check on her. She smelled of death. He hated it in the hospital, but he always swallowed it for his mother. She blamed herself. He knew that, everyone knew that.
He looked down at a clump of cords that hooked into a plug in on the wall. They powered the machine next to Hoshi. It was in essence a sophisticated bellow that forced oxygen into her lungs. IVs put supplemental nutrients into her degenerated arms and a feeding tube fed her the mainstay of her nutrients. Her body was frail; her hair had lost the luster it had once possessed. All he had to do is give the cords a quick jerk and she wouldn't hurt anymore and his family could move on, instead of being stuck in this perpetual torture. He slowly reached for the cords and stopped. His mother shifted in her chair. She murmured something and then settled.
"I-I can't do it…" Kuro looked at his sister's motionless face. "I'm sorry, I…can't do it, Hoshi…I can't let you die because I want my family to live again…I can't…I can't be that selfish…"
He closed his eyes.
"I am giving Mrs. Ishida physical custody of Kuro, though Mr. Ishida will be allowed visitation rights to the child," announced a voice. Kuro looked up. The man at the bench slammed a gavel down on the desk in front of him and got up.
Kuro looked up. He was sitting in the gallery of a court. He looked around and saw his father sitting with Mr. Hida. His father had his head in his hands. Mr. Hida was patting Kuro's father on the back.
Kuro looked at his hands. They were still smooth and soft. Not like they were as he last remembered them. He looked up and saw his grandmother, his mother's mother, but he knew that was impossible, she had died years ago.
Kuro looked up. His maternal grandmother patted him on the head, "Don't worry…everything will be fine. They may be divorced but they both love you very much."
"This was my fault…I should've stopped Hoshi," Kuro whispered. He understood now, he was fifteen, "I should've let her go…in the hospital…"
"Don't blame yourself, this has been building up for a long time," cooed his grandmother as she hugged him.
"It's my fault, I should've done something," whispered Kuro as he looked up at his grandmother.
"We can only continue to love them both," replied his grandmother as she hugged him. "Don't worry, Kuro…"
"Ok, Grandmother," whispered Kuro as he held his grandmother.
Kuro shuddered quietly as his arms became cold. He looked up. A blonde woman was looking down at him. He recoiled back. He turned and saw his father walking around the kitchen. His shirt was off and he had a baggy pair of sweat pants on. Something was cooking on the stove.
"Who are you?" Kuro looked up at the woman suddenly, she was wearing one of his father's old shirts and a pair of cotton shorts that showed off her smooth tanned legs. He blushed brightly as he dropped backward.
"You remember, this is Sarah, she's one of my friends from America," replied Kuro's father quietly. "I didn't think that you two were chummy…" The woman giggled slightly and blushed. Kuro's father smirked. "You think you can edge in on your old man?"
"I must have been half asleep," whispered Kuro as he sat up. He looked down and saw he was sitting on a couch. Blankets and pillows covered the piece of furniture. "Bachelor pad…" whispered Kuro as he looked down.
"Heh, I guess it is…" chuckled Kuro's father as he stirred something with a spatula. "Sarah could you watch this; I should go put a shirt on, before I burn myself with this grease…"
Kuro growled and clenched his fists. "You didn't…did you?"
Kuro's father looked up and furrowed his brows, "What do you mean?"
"You…you…" He looked up at the woman and shuddered and rubbed his arms. "you did…"
"What's wrong, Kuro?" His father walked forward.
"Stay there," Kuro hissed quietly, "I can smell her on you…from here…"
"Kuro…" The blonde haired man stopped short and looked at the woman. "What are you talking about…?"
Kuro closed his eyes, "Just…never mind…" Kuro clenched his fists, "It's not my place to question you…I'm sorry…"
"Sorry for what?" asked Sarah quietly. The blonde haired woman looked at Kuro and then to his father. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, now," whispered Kuro through gritted teeth, "I think I should take a shower…I don't want to embarrass you in front of your guest…"
Kuro stood up and walked towards the bathroom door. It was right next to the kitchenette that his father was standing in. Kuro shuddered as he caught a whiff of perfume that had clung to his father. He looked up and then opened the door and walked into the bathroom. He looked into the mirror as he closed the door behind him. A sixteen year old face looked back at him completely with the complimentary dotting of acne. His hair was tussled. His eyes were black as coal. He didn't understand how it was happening but he was actually in his memories.
"You're denying yourself the ability to be angry at him," whispered a voice. "The longer you hold in that darkness, the longer it will fester."
"I don't understand…" whispered Kuro quietly as he turned the water on.
"The D-Reaper is provoking you to have dark feelings, so it can tap into that festering malignancy to feed Damienmon, only you can stop it…" whispered the voice.
"How can I stop it?" whispered Kuro as he looked around. "How can I?"
The images around him melted away and turned into the crimson sphere he was in before. He was wrapped up in tendrils. He struggled against the bindings but they only tightened against him.
"Get wrathful get pissed, get angry!" whispered the voice. Kuro looked down. The child nodded quietly, "You have to get angry, you have to hate, you have to be afraid and you have to be sick with disgust…"
"I-I can't…" Kuro closed his eyes, "I can't it's not right!"
"Holding it in is worse, being angry isn't evil, having dark thoughts isn't evil," whispered the child, "Darkness is not bad, it's when that darkness is allowed to be uncontrolled, allowed to fester in the heart that it becomes an evil, that is when it becomes Damienmon. Darkness and Light are very similar. Both are the collection of all other attributes, but where Light tries to have compassion for others and serve others, Darkness serves itself, it works without consideration of others to save all…"
"I can't…" whispered Kuro. He looked down.
"Then perish…" whispered the child, "I can not give you that which you can not give yourself, if you will not accept who and what you are, then you can not be free."
"Don't go!" Kuro shouted loudly.
"Why shouldn't I?" asked the child, "There is nothing here for me…" The child looked up and sighed, "They are coming…" The child looked at Kuro, "They will perish here; they can not defeat him without you."
"What can I do?" whispered Kuro quietly. "I'm powerless…"
"The darkness has festered in you for so long that it has eaten your will," the child looked at Kuro with sorrowful eyes. The child walked forward and gently pushed his hand through the tendrils and yanked. The boy held up a small pendant, "You are the Child of Darkness, don't you remember?"
"No…I'm not, I'm not special at all!" Kuro shouted loudly.
"The crest is vacant because you've let the D-Reaper take Damienmon, only you can put him back, only you can facilitate his defeat!" The child said quietly.
"Damienmon…" Kuro lifted his head.
Kuro closed his eyes. A cold wind blew through his hair and he shivered as he opened his eyes. He was standing on a grey beach. Next to him was a tall demon in red robes.
The demon looked at Kuro with suspicion. "You are not. You are a human, a puny, insignificant, human child!"
Kuro felt himself growl, and he ripped something from his side. "I am not a mere human!" The device roared in pain as it shuddered in Kuro's hand. Kuro reached up and produced a locket shaped object from under his shirt. "I am Damienmon!"
The demon looked at him in shock. A smile curled across Kuro's lips. He wasn't sure why he was smiling but he let himself be pulled along with the memory, even as the demon dropped to its knees.
"My creator…you have been gone for a very long time…" murmured the demon as he bowed his head.
"Why am I talking to this demon, who is he, and where am I, why is everything so gloomy, I don't remember any of this ever happening…" Kuro thought as the memory played out. He looked down into the water and saw he was very young, ten years old, maybe eleven.
Kuro jerked his head suddenly as a giant squid monster rose from the ocean. It roared as the waves crashed around it. It pointed a huge trident at Kuro and the boy lifted his hand and the ocean attacked the squid. Through the exchange the names appeared in his mind. The demon in the robes was named Daemon; the huge squid was Dragomon. Kuro blinked and started to shake.
"What's wrong…?" Kuro thought loudly as he looked at his hands. "Why do these creatures exist in my memories?"
The dark ocean beach melted away to reveal the crimson sphere he was being held in. The child was looking up at him.
"Well?" the child looked up at him.
"What is this? Are you giving me memories or is it this D-Reaper thing?" Kuro asked pointedly. "Why do I have memories of monsters and bleak beaches?"
"That is not one of your memories, that is a memory Damienmon had," whispered the child, "You were Damienmon, as was I, we were both infected by the festering darkness, I was freed, but you, my child, only put the disease in recession."
"Damienmon, he's bad…" Kuro winced as he felt something burn in the back of his head. "He tried to kill my mother, he…tried to hurt my uncle, and everyone I ever knew…He tried to get rid of me…"
The red sphere wavered as a scene played across the surface of the red liquid. A demonic angel was exchanging blows with Kuro. The angel kept calling him Damienmon and then…a pendant was ripped from him and he cried loudly as a crow like man was rushing the angel. Kuro closed his eyes.
"Karatenmon…" whispered Kuro. "That's the one that came for me, this time, isn't he?"
"Yes," replied the child. "You remember what happened?"
"They killed him," whispered Kuro. "The digi-destined…"
"Do you want to know why they had to?" asked the child.
Kuro nodded quietly.
"Damienmon infected him, turned him evil, made him hurt and kill people and other digimon…" replied the child, "Damienmon made your partner evil, so evil that he had to be put down…."
Kuro looked down, "It was Damienmon's fault…"
"Yes," whispered the child, "He is hurting everyone, he has turned the Digital World into a wasteland. Your mother and father are injured in the Human World. The D-Reaper has ransacked cities across the world, because he asked it to. The digi-destined, the ones you befriended, your neighbor. He has tortured them…and nearly destroyed them…can you allow this to continue, can you just let your rage be swallowed again, can you let that darkness in your heart be balled up in your stomach to fester and feed him?"
"I won't lose control…" Kuro closed his eyes, "I won't let anyone get hurt by my anger!"
"Not even those who deserve it?" asked the child.
"No one deserves it!" replied Kuro quietly.
"Then you'll allow two worlds to die…" replied the child as he turned away from Kuro. "We should've never expected you to fight back, you were weak in the past, and you are weak now…"
"What do you mean by that?" Kuro lifted his head.
"I mean that you sat idly by and let this happen, you didn't resist or fight back, you're perfectly happy to let yourself rot away in here," shouted the child, "You're weak…"
"I help people…" Kuro looked up at the child, "I saved a boy…from a fire…he was trying to save his mother…but I couldn't save her…I let that woman die…to save her son because I pitied the boy…It was the hardest thing I'd ever done...I was literally playing god…"
"You help people, but you can't help yourself?" the child turned and glared at Kuro, "You say you help people, but when the world needs you most you sulk in that wrapping of Chaos, merrily allowing the world to be destroyed…you don't help people…"
"You can't talk to me like that…" Kuro looked up, "I…"
"You can only help little people, insignificant people, but when it comes to fulfilling your own wishes you fail, you can't be greedy or self indulgent," the child looked at Kuro, "And when you are you immediately swallow any happiness it gives you and let it fester…I'm happy Damienmon is going to kill everything here, I wouldn't want it to suffer under his evil…"
"He's going to kill everything?" Kuro looked up.
"Yes, everything, plants, digimon, animals, humans," the child rattled off loudly, "your parents will die, he'll kill them and eat their corpses, your friends, the children you work with at that little after school thing. He won't show them any mercy; in fact, he'll probably torture them for years to feed off their depression and festered darkness. Can you imagine that, your mother tied up being whipped and burned, tortured with knives and poison…she'll scream for mercy but it won't come, she'll cry your name in hopes you'll come to save her, but you'll be here, in this kernel lounging away in your past failures…"
Kuro narrowed his eyes. "No…I…can't let him….do that…"
"What are you going to do? You're just a weakling, a pathetic, squirming worm," shouted the child.
"No, I have to protect her…I have to make him stop," growled Kuro as he struggled in his bindings.
"Protect her from what? Something you made?" the child interrogated Kuro harshly as he walked up to the man.
"I'll stop it…at any cost…I have to keep him away from my loved ones…" Kuro struggled. He gritted his teeth, "I remember Damienmon…he tortured me…made me hurt my family, and my friends. He doesn't deserve the power he's gained…." Kuro twisted in the tendrils.
"You gave him that power…" whispered the child.
"I'm taking it back!" shouted Kuro loudly as he struggled.
The sphere shuddered slightly and a pulsing black object moved through the crimson liquid. It phased through the kernel's barrier and pulsed towards Kuro. It was akin to a walky-talky in design, but it was black with a lavender covering. The object pulsed as it hovered in front of the tendrils.
"You will fail…" the child turned from Kuro. "You don't have the will to stop Damienmon…"
"I'll stop him; against all odds I'll stop him! I don't care what happens, he's not going to escape me!" shouted Kuro as the black object fired a beam of dark energy forward. The tendrils shot from the darkness and hissed as they released Kuro. Kuro dropped to his knees and clenched his fists. "I'm going to put him away…I'm going to finish what I started twenty years ago…and he will be put away forever!"
The device hovered into Kuro's hand.
The child smirked slightly, "But how will you stop him? You have no digimon partner to fight him…?"
Kuro stopped dead and looked at the child. "What about Karatenmon…?"
"His data has been incorporated into the Dark Ocean, nothing can pull him out; the weave will not reaccept him." Replied the child, "Damienmon has truly destroyed him this time…"
"Then what shall I do?" Kuro glared at the child, "Why didn't you say something?"
"You never asked," replied the child. The boy smiled quietly and walked forward, "but what if I told you there was a way to give the power to fight Damienmon without a digimon? Would you accept it?"
"Anything to stop him," growled Kuro as he knelt down in front of the child.
"You may not be able to return to the Human World," replied the child, "You would lose your family and friends, and would be forced to stay here…"
Kuro blinked and then shook his head, "I don't care, I have to do this, if it hurts the others I can't do anything about it, but I have to stop Damienmon no matter what!"
"I see," the child smiled quietly. He slipped his hands into his robes and then slid them out. Two objects were in his hands. The one in his left hand was a black crystal ball on a strange pedestal. The pedestal was black but looked like magma froze on spot. The other object was a sharp-edged, golden box with the image of a rose bud on its surface. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? It will mean destroying your life as you know it…Once you make the choice there is no going back…"
Kuro nodded slowly as he looked at the objects in the child's hands. "I'll do it…he has to be dealt with, I won't let him escape me this time…"
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"It's…everywhere…" Kuzuhamon murmured as she glided over the crimson ocean. The sun shown weakly through the clouds as the digi-destined flew towards the temple that had been Chaos Piedmon's hideout.
"It may be everywhere, but we're not giving up," Slash Angemon flew forward and looked up. "That must be where he's keeping Mr. Takenouchi…"
There was a large mountain of crimson up ahead. Atop the mountain was a large, golden frilled collar that had one single eye that held a crimson sphere. The crimson sea below seemed to be swirling around the mountain as it reached into the sky.
"Ugly, isn't it?" growled WarGreymon X as he cruised forward.
"Ugly and with friends…" pointed out GaiOumon as he noted the swarms of agents that rose from the crimson liquid below.
"Don't lose faith!" shouted Ancient Garurumon as she stopped. Her ability to hover in the air still confounded many but she did so.
"I can't touch the ground, that red stuff will eat me alive!" shouted Justimon as he held tightly to Anubismon.
"Don't worry, Justimon," Valkyrimon glided to the cyborg, "I won't let you fall…"
"You're not the one holding me!" yelped Justimon.
"Well, hold on tight, because here they come!" shouted Anubismon as strafing streams of energy cut through the air.
Justimon instantly turned his cybernetic arm into a cannon and fired it over Anubismon's shoulder as the robed jackal ducked and weaved in the air. Valkyrimon pulled her crossbow from her back and started to fire bolts of lightning back through the agents. GaiOumon and WarGreymon X moved side by side. Together Gaia Reactor and Terra Force Zero flew forward and merged into a large spiral of azure and bronze energy. Slash Angemon sliced his arm swords forward letting the kanji on the swords glow. Kuzuhamon released platoons of fox spirits into the fray, which pounced and tackled the D-Reaper's agents. The fox's purification energy dissolved the agent's Chaotic bodies into sizzling smoke. The energy from the ancient inscriptions turned into sweeping streams of golden lightning that exploded into the ocean below and produced branching explosions through the liquid Chaos. Anubismon fired a triangular beam of reformatting energy into a horde of large, four armed balloons, sending them sizzling into oblivion. Ancient Garurumon roared loudly as a beam of light sliced forward and exploded into the mountain of Chaos. The mountain writhed as tentacles moved in to replace the destroyed areas of the mountain.
The digi-destined struggled forward. The D-Reaper sent armies upon armies of agents. The sky was filled with the fire power of the D-Reaper. Swarms of agents were destroyed by the sweeping blast of heavenly hope of Slash Angemon's swords, even more were destroyed by the slice of the golden claymores belonging to Ancient Garurumon. WarGreymon X and Kuzuhamon teamed up and in one large, spinning strike, of Grand Tornado and Reverse Rice Cord, cleared a path to the mountain. Anubismon released Amemit's energy into the fight as Justimon covered his back with his Justice Burst. GaiOumon's Rinkazan was accentuated by Valkyrimon's Fenrir Sword. Slash Angemon and Ancient Garurumon charged forward, and as Slash Angemon charged his sword's incantations Ancient Garurumon covered the angel with her claymores. Slash Angemon sliced forward and a flicker of golden lightning flew forward, but that wasn't all, Ancient Garurumon howled, releasing a torrent of light that swarmed around the heavenly lightning. A hole was punched through the mountain of Chaos. The tentacles on the mountain's surface writhed as secondary and tertiary explosions rocked the inside of the mountain.
"Damienmon, you can't think you can hold this place!" shouted Ancient Garurumon loudly, "It matters not how many agents you can create; we will cut them down!"
The Chaos bubbled loudly as a huge form rose up from it. It was looked like a half formed slug with a gaping mouth. Uncountable, thin, hooked arms projected from its simple body; soon there were three of them rising out of the liquid another second later five more appeared. On one of the creatures stood a humanoid figure dressed in black. A cloak floated on the breeze as Damienmon rose up on his beast.
"I will say your entrance was most impressive, Ancient Garurumon, and most unexpected," chuckled Damienmon quietly, "I hadn't expected a digimon like you to still exist. I guess you're a bit of a rarity…I may be persuaded to spare you as a pet…or a zoo exhibit…"
"You'll be the one begging to be spared, Damienmon," growled WarGreymon X as the dragon warrior hovered in the air. "You are going down, no ifs, ands or buts…"
"Insolent beast, I wasn't talking to you!" shouted Damienmon as he glared up at WarGreymon X.
"I don't care if you were talking to the Dalai Lama, you're still going down!" shouted WarGreymon X loudly. "Terra Force…"
"Reapers, do away with them!" shouted Damienmon as his cloak morphed into large, black wings. He flapped the wings lazily and took off from the head of one of the reaper beasts.
"No you don't!" roared GaiOumon.
He produced an azure sphere matching the orange one WarGreymon X had. The two dragon warriors were about to launch forward when an uncountable number of hooked arms shot forward and scrapped against the two dragons' armor. More arms projected forward raking their hooks against the armored dragons. Soon others were swiping at the other biomerged digimon. Ancient Garurumon was sent into hiding behind her claymores as claws hooked onto her.
"Pull them under…I'm sure the Chaos is hungry," chuckled Damienmon as the hooks caught onto the digi-destined.
"No!" Justimon leapt from Anubismon and ran down one of the stick-like arms of a reaper as he extended his arm out and let it turn into the Voltage Blade.
Justimon stabbed into the head of owner of the stick arm he ran down. The beast shrieked as it thrashed. A hook swept up behind Justimon, catching the cyborg by the throat and dragged him backward.
"Justimon!" Anubismon struggled forward but the Reapers' hooks snagged his cloak and arms dragging him back.
GaiOumon and WarGreymon X had claws dug into their armor. Kuzuhamon was feverishly trying to evade the long, sharp projections but one snagged her around the neck and flung her down toward the Chaos. Valkyrimon and Slash Angemon were blocking the hooks with their swords but it only took a short time before they were overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of weapons being flung at them. Ancient Garurumon sliced through several hooked arms only to have more rise up against her.
"Sharpness Claymore!" Ancient Garurumon sliced forward striking one of the reapers in the body. The beast squealed loudly but the gash inflicted on it quickly faded as the Chaos repaired the creature.
Damienmon dove for Ancient Garurumon. The wolf looked up in shock, "So long wolfie…Shadow…"
"Black Dogma!" The sky became a negative of itself, with a blackened sun and brightened clouds, and faded back to normal. The top of the crimson mountain exploded as a roaring black lion's head shot down between Damienmon and Ancient Garurumon.
Damienmon snarled as he looked up. A black comet shot from the top of the mountain. Seconds later the reapers were howling as dark streams of black light ripped through their slug-like bodies. Justimon was sent tumbling towards a rock that had been freed from the Chaos. A humanoid creature hovered in the air.
"It looks like a humanoid Ancient Sphinxmon…" gasped Anubismon as the hooks fell away from his shoulders as the reapers holding him were destroyed by the newcomer.
"The True Darkness," Ancient Garurumon looked at the humanoid sphinx, "We still have a chance…"
Large golden wings held the newcomer in the air. It held an ebony staff that ended in three sharp prongs. Reddish black armor covered the being. Its face was mostly concealed by a lion-faced mask that had a golden mane surrounding the being's head. Its shoulder guards sported large cannons. A pair of dark eyes glared out at Damienmon.
"I…it can't be…" Justimon looked up at the winged man-sphinx as he leapt to a rock that was revealed in the attack.
"Damienmon, you won't escape me this time," growled the figure as the cannons on his shoulders started to whine with energy.
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AN: I don't own the phrase Night of the Midnight Sun that is part of the title, it is a lyric from a song called True Light that is part of D.N. Angel's opening theme.
I hope I turned the tables on some of you guys, in other words I hope I pulled a rabbit out of my hat that none of you were expecting.
Blue: I'm happy you've read it this far….