A/N: I'm in the process of finding colleges, so this will take a while to update. This chapter is entirely Myo-centric. Hold on tight, and keep your arms and legs inside the car at all times. :P
OK, I know that I wrote a fic entitled "Myotismon: Two Lives, One Mon" in which I attempted to cover what had occurred in his past, and some of my theories have changed since then. The events in MTLOM are not canon with the series, and the events in these flashbacks do not match those of MTLOM. They are going to be a lot more elaborate and about fifteen times darker. And… I got some inspiration from the Harry Potter books, if you're an HP fan. One more thing—Toxidramon's "Flame of Grendel" attack is a reference to the dragon from Beowulf. Read it sometime. :) Enjoy!
Chapter 4
Two Lives, One Mon
Myotismon awoke to a bitter frost, feeling himself surrounded by the cold, dry air. He shivered and tried to curl up more tightly inside his covers, but, to his dismay, what once had been a velvety down comforter was nothing more than a thin, ragged sheet. Wishing that his nightclothes provided more warmth, he felt his arm touch his bare chest. His eyes sprang open to see that everything had been a clever illusion, and all that remained in the room was a small bed with a hard pillow and a thin sheet; two musty windows covered with grime and dust; and several torches on the wall for inadequate lighting.
"Good morning, sir," said a childish voice that sounded similar to Poyomon's, only it seemed to have matured several years. The vampire sat upright, looked at the foot of his bed, and pushed his insufficient cover off of him to see a Tokomon (and, in addition, that his Celestial Mode costume was on him once again.) "Remember me? I used to be Poyomon, but I finally digivolved through the night!" It giggled. Although it had the same shape (as well as the crooked teeth) of a typical Tokomon, this was definitely the In-Training form of Poyomon, for its skin was as black as night and its eyes were the same ice-blue shade as its Poyomon form. "You can call me DarkTokomon!"
"Wha… what happened to the room?"
"You think I know? I was asleep, like you!"
"Excuse me for being so damn inquisitive." The vampire practically spat out the words, which he had not done since he had resided in Nightmare Castle.
DarkTokomon did not appear flustered, but suddenly it assumed a defensive pose, but then its countenance softened, as if its attitude suddenly turned. It jumped affectionately into its mentor's lap and gazed earnestly into his eyes. "Maybe the room changes on its own," DarkTokomon suggested. "Maybe by tonight, it'll get better. Don't you hope so, Myo-sama?"
"Yes…" Myotismon's voice sounded distant. "Yes, I do…"
What could possibly be the matter with me? I don't ever remember answering back like that in this form before… This… the virus… Angewomon carrying my child without her consent… Goddramon knows if she's even awake to know it… or alive…
Images flashed on and off through his mind like a horrific slide show. Every human who had been infected by this virus writhed in agony as their flesh burned… screams of pain and anguish filled his head, and as each one died, his scar began to scorch him just a little bit more… The colors became more vivid, and every staggering breath could be heard as the syndrome devoured at them from the inside—
"Myotismon?" DarkTokomon's voice brought him back to the Dark Ocean. "Didn't you hear me? I said, can we go take a walk along the shore? There's something I'd like to show you."
"…I could use some fresh air," Myotismon finally replied.
The In-Training and the Ultimate walked along the beach, saying not a word. The crashing, obsidian waves washed away their footprints in the dismally grey sand. Waves constantly rolled in and pulled themselves back into the ocean from whence they came with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. The vampire stared at them for a long time as his blue eyes reflected the sight before him. The Dark Ocean was endless, like his own eternal afterlife.
He was cursed.
That was what he was— cursed.
Immortality was a fate worse than death.
If only he had been aware of it before he digivolved.
All Baby Digimon choose their paths when they leave Primary Village. From the very second they digivolve to In-Training, they head down the road of life, which branches off into a multitude of forks. The path they choose to walk along determined their Rookie stages onward.
Poyomons were no exceptions, but the Digimon to which they digivolved were special. Poyomons have potential to become the most powerful humanoid Digimon in existence, including Angemon and Devimon. However, they must choose their paths in Primary Village, for their In-Training forms always differ. A Poyomon was most apt to digivolving to Magemon, and then Auramon, from which it would branch off into Bakemon or Wizardmon. If its heart was not laden with sin or regret, it could become a Tokomon… then Patamon, then Angemon or Pegasusmon, then perhaps Seraphimon or Shokkumon. Or, perhaps a Nyaromon, then Salamon, then Gatomon, and then Angewomon, Silphymon, or Nefertimon. Only the most evil digivolved to DarkTokomon, then DemiDevimon.
When Myotismon had been a DarkTokomon, he had dreamt of becoming a Devidramon. Dragons had always been the most frightening creatures, in his opinion, and his fears were realized when he was taken captive by the half-human, half-dragon Toxidramon. He had been whipped for insubordination. He had once been whipped by his master. He was a slave to a dragon. If I could digivolve to Devidramon, the young In-Training thought, all Digimon would bow to me from fear…
And so he had. DarkTokomon became DemiDevimon, who digivolved to Devidramon after years as a Rookie passed. Devidramon had witnessed many deletions at the hands of other Digimon while on missions for Toxidramon, and then as he sat in fear that fateful night, he wished beyond belief that he would never die. I want to possess power of a magnitude so great, I would never die. Reconfigurement is all I could hope for, but that is an impediment. I did not live for so long to be crushed like a bug at the hands of someone more powerful than I. I endured such hardship as a slave, and all for a digivolution to Champion. I wish that my Ultimate form could have power beyond belief, and so frightening terror is stricken into the hearts of others merely by uttering its name. I wish that my Ultimate form could be… immortal. There is nothing worse than death.
If a DemiDevimon had made it so far as to digivolve to Devidramon, the next link in the chain of natural evolution could either be MegaDramon or GigaDramon, both of whom were metal-plated Chinese dragons who possessed the power to fly, much like Devidramon. These creatures were extremely rare and powerful, but none who existed had ever digivolved to Mega. There had been no other known forms… until the bat-winged dragon digivolved to Myotismon on that fateful day, and became immortal, for one cannot kill the undead.
"Myotismon!" exclaimed DarkTokomon, causing the vampire to slip out of his musings. The In-Training stood next to a tidepool that rested in a small pedestal of rock. The water in it was so still, it gave the illusion of ice or black marble. "I want to show you this!"
"It's a tidepool," said Myotismon. "What, might I ask, is special about it?"
"It's not the tidepool itself," said DarkTokomon philisophically, "but what's inside it!"
After approaching the pool, Myotismon glanced inside and saw nothing except the curvature of the tidepool's bottom, which was surprisingly smooth, through the murky water. "I see nothing," he said.
"Not even your reflection?" wondered DarkTokomon.
"It is not possible. I am a vampire."
"You should still be able to see yourself. Touch the surface, and concentrate. You'll see something."
"What will I see?"
"I don't know. It depends on who touches it. For me, it always replays… the time I…" DarkTokomon's face donned a pained expression.
Myotismon said nothing. He had been about to touch the surface when he drew his hand away. He knew what the vision would be for him.
"Yours might be a good thing," suggested DarkTokomon. "I'm a black Tokomon. I've done horrible things. You're an angel…"
"A fallen angel," sighed Myotismon as he stared into the pool again. "There are times when your true self is masked. Even if my name is Myotismon Celestial Mode, I am nothing but a vampire clad in white and silver. I mean, look at me, DarkTokomon!"
"I see an angel," replied the In-Training. "It looks as if you've been spun from the heavens themselves. Your skin is blue like the sky on a clear day. Your hair is golden, like the rays of the sun. Even your eyes remind me of twilight, and I don't see a scar on your chest. I see a badge of honor."
"Yes, but as you can clearly see, I have fangs!" challenged Myotismon.
"And I'm black with blue eyes," juxtaposed DarkTokomon. "That's just the way we were generated."
"Are you aware that you have just contradicted yourself? You said you were evil, and then you stated that your outward appearance contrasted your personality!"
"No, I said that I only did horrible things. That is different from being evil. Even the most angelic of us can commit wrongful actions, and the most demonic can even act righteous at times."
"I apologize, DarkTokomon… for you see, when I was a mere infant, I was led to believe that being a black Poyomon meant that I was evil. And now… I do not know what to believe about myself. I have spent nearly eight hundred years as a prisoner… a prisoner of my own self-contempt that stemmed into hatred for others… and I have committed the most grievous actions against those who were loyal to me… they were so frightened they could not even utter my name without breaking down…
"And then a Digimon named Wizardmon cast a powerful spell on me, which separated the yang from yin and transformed me into a half-angel, half-vampire named AngeMyotismon, while my other half became Myotismon Shadow Mode. I slowly transcended into a more angelic being, but Wizardmon recited the counterspell and transformed me back into this… fortunately, my Shadow Mode was defeated, and Azulongmon appointed me a guardian angel… but there is still something inside me that craves my former life. I am told that… I might still be evil. I am a Virus, after all…"
"You don't seem like a Virus, Myo. You seem like the most angelic Digimon of all."
"Yes, but remember, you have resided in the Dark Ocean nearly your entire life, and most of the Digimon who are sent here… have lost their way and ventured onto the wrong path…"
"I'm surprised, for you have made amends, it seems."
"Yes, but I have done a number of cruel things in my life."
Although his mind still remained in the archives of his actions, the vampire lightly touched the surface of the water with the tip of his finger. The porcelain surface began to ripple as sparks flew through his hand. Myotismon peered into the pool and was immediately immersed in his past. He knew it. This was his most agonizing memory that he struggled to block out of his mind.
It was in the dungeon of a castle that would eventually be known as Nightmare Castle, but the atmosphere was choked with dark green smoke and the malodorous stench of a sewer pipe. The slate walls were lined with prison cells on one half; manacles and weapons hung on the other. In the center of the circular foyer between the wooden door of the entrance and the dungeons themselves stood a DemiDevimon. He knew that the only use for this room was for confrontations, but his countenance showed no fear. Standing out starkly against his black exterior and the crimson interior of his wings was a pair of ice-blue eyes. A white fang glinted in the faint light. His left foot was pinned to the floor by a shackle, but DemiDevimon seemed to ignore this, as he concentrated on the faint booming that echoed through the chamber.
There were shouts growing louder and more distinct. Perspiration dripped down the Rookie's face beneath his black mask, but he merely clenched his teeth and prepared himself.
Numemon buzzed from inside the hall, and the heavy wooden door opened with a bang. The green piles of sludge spilled into the chamber and circled around DemiDevimon, taunting him.
"SILENCE!" boomed an authoritative voice that would have seemed more intimidating had it not sounded like a man who had been smoking all his life.
The Numemon grew silent and lined the walls as a dark green haze blew into the chamber, snaking through the air and reaching out to DemiDevimon like claws. The imp coughed, then he swatted them away and glared at the doorway as two blood-red eyes glowed through the toxic clouds, which billowed in as if part of a thunderstorm. The eyes grew larger as their owner drew closer, and finally the fog settled to reveal DemiDevimon's master.
This Virus Digimon was not one to be messed with, as he was Numemon's and Raremon's highly potent Mega stage. He possessed the upper body of a grown man, but with dark green scales covering every inch of skin; waist-length, yellowish-green, stringy hair; glowing crimson eyes; and the forked tongue of a snake. Torn bat wings the same color as his fog protruded from between his shoulder blades. Highly dangerous spikes whose color matched the wings lined his arms and back, telling his opponent to stay away. The body of a man fused into the neck of a dragon, whose skin was covered with scales and spikes, save the ribbed yellow flesh on his belly and his menacing red claws. This Digimon rarely utilized his powerful bodily weapons; his appearance was more than one could usually handle and could drive his opponents away. Even his servants dared not cross his path lest they be severely scolded or whipped by him. Still, a whipping was better than his Flame of Grendel or even more dreaded Toxic Crusher.
The half-man, half-monster Digimon loomed over DemiDevimon, dark smoke billowing out of his nostrils, seeming to relish the silence and suspence, expecting DemiDevimon to break down. The imp glared at him through his ice-blue eyes, not showing a sign of trepidation.
"Do you know why you are here, DemiDevimon?" interrogated the Mega, skulking around the batlike creature and not breaking eye contact.
"I do, Toxidramon," replied DemiDevimon.
"That's LORD TOXIDRAMON!" bellowed the evil dragon, flames spilling out of his mouth and vile tongue brushing against his servant's flesh. Immediately, he glanced at DemiDevimon, hoping that he would be shaking, but Toxidramon saw that he got barely more than a shudder. Toxidramon regained his composure and began speaking again. "DemiDevimon, if you know why I am confronting you, you will answer me."
Insubordination.
The imp remained silent, and Toxidramon's patience began to wear thin.
"You, DemiDevimon, are here out of insubordination. You fooled one of my servants into believing I would allow you to leave your prison cell and attempted to escape. Didn't you?"
There was a pause.
Toxidramon lowered himself so that his face was less than a foot away from DemiDevimon's.
"Answer me," hissed the half-man, half-dragon.
DemiDevimon refused to speak. He knew that the consequences would be dire, but a voice deep inside the imp told him to keep his mouth shut, for if he was fortunate, he would die a hero. He glared even more intensely into Toxidramon's glowing crimson stare, and suddenly the dragon drew back and shuddered. DemiDevimon cracked a fanged smile.
"What the bloody hell did you DO!" bellowed Toxidramon, flames licking the air again.
"I did nothing!" exclaimed the imp, shocked that he had dared to speak.
"You did something…" growled Toxidramon. "I know you are lying to me, and I do not tolerate liars in my castle… get him, my Numemon servants! ATTACK!" He pointed at DemiDevimon.
Suddenly, the Numemon rushed at the imp, engulfing him in the most foul sludge imaginable, and pelting him with their own excrement. DemiDevimon could hear Toxidramon cackling maliciously through the shouts and cries of the Numemon surrounding him.
WHACK! A piece of pink Numemon shit struck DemiDevimon in the jaw, forcing him to fly backwards. His leg, still held firmly in the shackles, was nearly yanked out of its socket. A group of Numemon began kicking at him and punching him, hoping he would surrender. Their intentions were not to kill—merely hurt them enough to make the victim suffer.
DemiDevimon clenched his teeth as fiery tears filled his eyes. He opened them, boring his hatred directly into every one of his master's minions with his eyes while searching for a means of escape.
Suddenly, every final Numemon halted and were forced backwards, gasping as if an Arctic gale had entered their bodies and stunned them. Even DemiDevimon had been confused by this, but he seized the opportunity.
"EVIL WHISPER!" he shouted.
The waves emitted by his mouth completely petrified the Numemon momentarily, and in one second they regained their ability to move and instantly escaped, frightened by the immeasurable power of this Rookie.
Toxidramon's face wore an amused expression, but inside of him was a raging inferno. "DemiDevimon, from the moment I took you in as a servant, I knew that you would be unlike the others. I thought that I could mold you into a loyal minion, but your insubordination has proven otherwise. No other Digimon has been this… threatening or challenging to my authority in all the years I have ruled this land, and you leave me no other choice than to lock you away until you prove your worthiness to me. If I must give you daily whippings, then so be it. If I must starve you, then so be it. If I must repeatedly reconfigure you and keep your Digiegg in this castle forever, then—"
DemiDevimon's rage had grown as well. He realized that he was independent and would not allow himself to be under Toxidramon's command any longer. Without realizing the risk to his life, the imp attacked.
"DEMI DART!" he shouted, hurling a syringe at the beast. It punctured the hide on his upper left breast, and green sludge trickled out of the wound. Toxidramon ran a finger over it, then sniffed the liquid.
"You made me bleed," he growled through clenched teeth, wrenching the syringe out of his skin and dropping it onto the floor, where it dissolved. "Nobody makes me bleed my own blood and gets away with it! FLAME OF GRENDEL!"
DemiDevimon barely had time to leap out of the way as a green flame shot out of Toxidramon's mouth, missing him by inches and hitting the shackles instead. He could escape!
The door banged shut, and he was trapped in the chamber with Toxidramon. Quickly, DemiDevimon attempted to fly through the halls of the dungeons, dodging each lethal Flame of Grendel that was aimed at him. The stone walls broke off, the rubble burst into flames, and any Digimon who was hit directly was immediately paralyzed. He took whatever turns he could find, hoping that Toxidramon would not be able to find him. Unfortunately, the poisonous beast was directly on the imp's tail.
Suddenly, DemiDevimon reached a dead end. Three walls surrounded each side of him, and Toxidramon formed the fourth. The silhouette of him stood out against the light, and his blood-red eyes overpowered all.
"DemiDevimon, as you can see, you have been cornered," declared Toxidramon, green haze spilling out of his mouth. "Surrender and no one dies."
Never.
The imp's independent streak was not about to end. If he had to die a hero, then so be it.
"NEVER!" he shouted, his cries echoing through the halls. He glared at Toxidramon, every ounce of hatred boring into the dragon and freezing him. Toxidramon cried out and covered his eyes, flames billowing out of his mouth and reducing the ceiling to a rain of stones. DemiDevimon cried out as one fell on his wing, but he refused to give up. He flew through the hole and found himself in his master's throne room. He saw the barred windows that could lead him to the outside world. His wing hurt like hell, but he tried even harder to flap up to the window. Finally, he reached one and wrapped a wing around the bar, panting heavily.
"You are not escaping," declared Toxidramon, rising out of the hole in the ceiling. He grabbed DemiDevimon by the leg and yanked him off the window. Then he hurled him to the floor. It felt as if the imp's head had been cracked open and he could not move any of his limbs. Bruised, bloody, and battered, he refused to surrender. He would die a hero.
"And I am not working for you!" he shouted. "DEMI DART!" He hurled another syringe at Toxidramon, but his master caught it and broke it apart. The grey liquid seeped to the floor.
"Don't think you can attack me twice and get away with it," chastised Toxidramon. "You had your chance, and now the penalties are serious."
Trembling, DemiDevimon held a wing in front of himself to shield himself.
"TOXIC CRUSHER!"
It all happened incredibly quickly, yet slowly and fluidly like a dream. A deadly green laser beam was blasted out of Toxidramon's hand and headed straight for DemiDevimon's face, forcing him against the stone wall. If it had not been for the mask, DemiDevimon would have been reconfigured. Instead, it bore right into his tender flesh, ripping it apart and causing blood to gush out. He turned his head aside as a reflex, dragging the beam across his face, between his eyes and ending on the left side. He screamed in agony from the searing pain eating away like acid, making the wound deeper and more agonizing than ever.
With one final ounce of strength, his ice-blue eyes froze Toxidramon so badly, the anthropomorphic beast cried out in agony, losing control of his attack. He blasted a hole in the wall with a more immense Toxic Crusher and created a wind that blew DemiDevimon out. The imp quickly slid down the mountain on which Toxidramon resided and landed in the heart of the forest, bleeding, moaning, and writhing in pain and agony.
He had been scarred for life, but the experience itself made him so much more powerful, the imp began to glow.
"Demidevimon, digivolve to… DEVIDRAMON!"
The scene in the tidepool rippled as if a stone had been dropped inside it, but it began to fast-forward to several months following the debacle. During this time, Devidramon had been rendered nearly blind and most likely would have died if not for Vegiemon, who found him lying lifelessly in the forest, moaning for water, after several days had passed. Vegiemon tied a white scarf over the dragon's eyes and agreed to let him stay in his and Digitamamon's diner as long as he needed, for the vegetable Digimon knew what it was like to be attacked so intensely. They even allowed him to eat there for free and regaled him with their stories, for they had always been more benevolent to those who had been blinded. However, they did not know that Toxidramon had been scouring Server for his lost slave.
Days passed, then weeks, then several months. Finally, one night, Vegiemon and Digitamamon decided that Devidramon's eyes had finally healed enough for him to remove the scarf and to finally leave the diner. They untied the white, blood-stained bandage, exposing the dragon's skin to air for the first time. He felt a draft as he opened his eyes. To his surprise, his eyesight was perfectly normal; perhaps he could see more clearly.
"Can you see?" wondered Digitamamon.
"Yes," answered Devidramon.
"Good!" exclaimed the egg, pushing the dragon towards the door. "Now you can leave!"
"Wait!" shouted Vegiemon, extending a vine to block the door. "Can't we let him stay one more night?"
Digitamamon sighed. "Fine, but don't you eat any more of our food."
"Don't think I will," muttered Devidramon.
Suddenly, he halted in his tracks as he caught sight of himself in a floor-length mirror. He was a majestic dragon with coal-black skin, except for the inside of his wings, which were blood-red. The bat wings that protruded from his head were the same color. Bright white teeth shone in his mouth, and two piercing ice-blue eyes stood out against everything, as usual. However, there was something there that also stood out, and that distracted Devidramon greatly.
A scar. A crimson scar shaped roughly like a lightning bolt spanned his face, between both eyes. This was more than a blemish; it was a memory of his former master, whom he loathed more than anything else in the digital world. It might have been a badge of courage, but this was also evidence that he was a servant who was attacked for insubordination.
Something was coming. Devidramon could sense it.
All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door, and the dragon knew that it was not a customer. There was something… urgent. He dashed to the kitchen to hide.
"Can't you read the sign?" the dragon could hear Digitamamon grousing. "We're CLOSED!"
"I'm not here to eat," stated the unmistakable voice of a Numemon.
Devidramon's heart began to pound in his throat. He did not want to return to Toxidramon, whom he knew wanted to kill him. He was afraid of death, and at this point he wished to be immortal.
If I could choose my ultimate stage, it would be immortal. I would never die! I want to wipe out Toxidramon and all other Digimon who have tormented me so. No… I want them to work for me, so I can give them a taste of their own medicine. Regardless, I don't want to die… ever!
"The master wants to know if you have seen a DemiDevimon," continued Numemon, breaking Devidramon's train of thought.
"I see a lot of DemiDevimons. What's it to you?"
"You see, Mr. Digitamamon, there was a DemiDevimon who escaped from Lord Toxidramon's castle. This one is unique—its coloring is black and red with ice-blue eyes, and it was given a nasty blow to the face, right across the eyes. Lord Toxidramon believes that there might be a scar there."
"A scar, you say? And what, pray tell, does DemiDevimon digivolve to?"
"It depends, really. Either Devimon or Devidramon—"
"Devidramon? As I recall, there's a Devidramon in here now. He's hiding in the kitchen as we speak."
To the dragon's horror, several Numemons clad in gladiator armor burst into the kitchen and bound him in a gunny sack.
"We found him!" they all seemed to be crying at once, ad-libbing as well. Devidramon squirmed and attempted to break free, even attacking for the first time, but this sack seemed to have a force field around it.
"Digitamamon, what did you do?" demanded Vegiemon's voice.
"He's not blind, you idiot," replied the unhatched lizard. "He's not our problem anymore!"
"Lord Toxidramon thanks you!" exclaimed one of the Numemon.
Devidramon felt himself being carried away on the backs of several of these vile creatures, pieces of the armor poking and prodding at him. After what had felt like hours, the dragon felt the parade come to a halt. It was in the very clearing where the vampire had confronted the Digi-Destined, and the moon had even assumed the same blood-red shade, signifying a growing evil. The Numemon spilled him out of the sack, and he tumbled to the ground only to see Toxidramon glaring down at him, more intimidating than ever.
"Well well well, looks like the dragon is out of the bag," acknowledged Toxidramon. "Nice work, Numemon." He looked at Devidramon and licked his lips. "And as for you, I will make sure that you never cross me again. My rage has built up over the past three months, and I'm looking forward to seeing you as my slave for all eternity. Next time you won't be so fortunate. Be glad all you have now is a scar."
Devidramon growled. His rage was returning, overshadowing his fear of death.
Toxidramon waved his hand. "Get him, Numemon."
The armored sludge monsters all rushed out at him, but Devidramon knew what to do. With one glare from his ice-blue eyes, he petrified his opponents with fear merely long enough for him to escape Toxidramon's whip. The dragon cracked it several times, and Devidramon knew he needed to think on his feet.
"CRIMSON CLAW!" he shouted, deciding to clear his path by wiping away the Numemon. Unaware of his own strength, the Champion unleashed a wave of crimson lightning from his claws that hit each of the Numemon, amplified by their metal armor. Each one exploded in a burst of slime, screaming as he did so. Finally, every final servant had disintegrated.
Toxidramon was displeased. "I see your attacks can wipe out my servants…" he stated, advancing on Devidramon. "But I'm a different story! FLAME OF GRENDEL!"
The fire struck Devidramon on the side, rendering him helpless and unable to move, no matter how hard he tried.
WHACK! Toxidramon had whipped Devidramon.
WHACK! Blood spilled down his side.
WHACK! The dragon clenched his teeth, hoping he would not die.
"CRIMSON… CLAW!" he shouted, glaring at Toxidramon. Both attacks struck him, but the half-man, half-dragon showed no signs of pain.
Instead, Toxidramon merely grew angrier and more fierce. He grew even taller in height, and his humanoid features turned almost beastly. He even seemed to grow fangs that dripped with venom.
"You think you're so powerful," hissed the beastly Mega. "But I am the most powerful Virus Digimon who ever set foot on Server! No one dares challenge my power! NO ONE!"
Devidramon glared into Toxidramon's glowing red eyes with his ice-blue stare. Nothing.
"And now… my favorite part of the game. Sudden death!" Toxidramon cackled malicously and raised his hand. "TOXIC—WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT!"
Toxidramon had no time to think as a swarm of bats flew past his head, nipping at his flesh. They formed a cloud around Devidramon, which grew larger and darker as more bats joined in. Blood-red light streamed out from between their wings, and Devidramon began to laugh. It started out as the dragon's youthful chuckling, then suddenly it transitioned into a deep, resonant, mature laugh that sent a shudder down Toxidramon's back.
"No…" gasped the dragon, horrified. "You're… digivolving!"
Within the wall of bats, Devidramon glowed an intense blood-red color, so only his figure and ice-blue eyes showed. Suddenly, his body shrunk, and he stood upright at the same time. Next, his figure changed from that of a dragon to that of a human—very thin, nonetheless, but still a human, although he kept his wings. Out of nowhere, blue trousers and a blue tunic wrapped around him, and the tunic enhanced itself to conceal his slight frame. Two belts fitted themselves around his waist, boots and gloves slipped onto his hands and feet, and all of his clothing was enhanced with bat patterns. The wings changed into a vampire's cape that was black on the outside and crimson on the inside. He ceased his glowing, revealing a humanoid body with golden hair, pale blue skin, purple lips, and his trademark ice-blue eyes. His face would have been perfect if not for scar. Out of his mouth protruded two fangs. The only thing that was different was that he was not wearing his crimson mask.
While this was occurring, Toxidramon stood there in shock. He could not see anything, but he knew that he was in peril.
"Well, I can see your deductive reasoning has improved," retorted the creature in Devidramon's voice before the transformation. "And now… after all the years you have tormented me against my will and after you scarred me, I will finally get my revenge! Devidramon, digivolve to… MYOTISMON!" As he said his new name, his voice became deeper and more mature again.
The bats flew away to reveal the vampire, posed in a defensive stance, prepared for battle.
Toxidramon was slightly amused. "Tell me, Devidramon, is your bite worse than your bark, or will you merely make me die of laughter with that ridiculous appearance?"
"It is not Devidramon," said the vampire. "It is LORD MYOTISMON! GRISLY WING!"
The bats flew out from beneath his crimson mantle and ate away at Toxidramon. They refused to stop, regardless of how much the dragon swatted at them.
"FLAME OF GRENDEL!" Toxidramon's fire eventually destroyed the bats.
"HA! There's more where that came from!"
"There's more where this came from, too! TOXIC CRUSHER!" Toxidramon unleashed the most powerful Toxic Crusher he could produce, but Myotismon shielded himself with his cape. The attack dissolved the second it hit. "What the—"
Myotismon laughed. "Well, Toxidramon… it looks like you have some competition!"
"Yes, but you are still my servant, and to me you are no more than the Rookie DemiDevimon! I will eventually reconfigure you and rebuild you from the ground up as one of my servants!"
"Not unless I destroy you first!" shouted Myotismon. He gathered every last ounce of strength he possessed, and the scar on his face glowed bright crimson—the exact same color as his most potent attack. "CRIMSON LIGHTNING!"
Toxidramon's eyes grew wide as his former servant unleashed a whip of electrified blood from his wrists directly into his chest. He screamed, fire and smoke erupting from his mouth and his skeleton showing as the electricity surged through his entire body. Finally, he dropped to the ground, writhing in agony. "Damn you, Ultimate Myotismon…" he hissed before dissolving into pieces of data that were blown away.
"I'll miss you like I miss the light, Toxidramon," said the vampire.
The vampire was pleased and kept himself dignified and silent. He knew that it was his destiny to rule the real and digital worlds, and Toxidramon's castle would be the perfect place to begin his reign. He flew off towards the mountain that he had once loathed, prepared to change it and rule in it with an iron fist.
The scene rippled again, then changed to its tranquil surface.
To be continued…