Actually, though Lucemon Chaos Mode is technically a fallen angel, he is actually a Demon Lord in the Digimon Card game. He is indeed the Lord of Pride. Wouldn't someone like him make a good candidate? He's not even a Mega and yet he is as powerful, maybe even more so, than many Megas, including the other Demon Lords. Oh, the chapter after this one will have some very disgusting things happening. Don't say I didn't warn you...
Disclaimer:
Toei and Bandai own Digimon, and Nintendo owns Pokemon. Some Digimon
used in this fic belong to me. Some reviewers have contributed the
following characters.
Metal Devidramon - Ninetalesuk
Skyemon - Gijinka Renamon
Socramon - Cavecat
By: RB3
Chapter 18: The Wall Street Wall
Night had fallen on the Bronx and as the night went on, the police came out in droves to patrol the streets. Their helicopters hovered over the city, their spotlights scanning the ground below for any signs of activity. Squad cars drove along the street in search of any person who dared violate curfew and walk along the streets at night. Elsewhere, a poor working-class family of the Bronx was enjoying what little they had. The parents were watching late-night television while the children slept soundly on the second floor.
All of sudden, several flashing red lights filled the windows. Several men clad in black clothing kicked the front door down and stormed the room. "Police! On the ground punk!" cried one of the men.
The husband and wife were terrified and complied without offering any resistance. The SWAT kept their guns trained on the couple at all times. After securing the building, the men forced the couple onto a wall to be searched for weapons. Once the SWATs were sure of the absence of weapons, they hauled the couple to the police station in a truck. With their targets secured, the police retreated into the night.
The next day, the sun dawned on the Bronx to reveal a city in severe disrepair. The roads had long begun to crack under the strain and pressures of the elements. Litter was strewn randomly across the streets from soiled paper to discarded beer bottles and soda cans. The buildings that remained intact from the Demon Lords' attack were as deplorable as the roads. Many were left abandoned as their owners could not afford their maintenance. Others were boarded up and condemned for demolition. The rest were damaged beyond repair and crumbled into ruins strewn across the Bronx.
The Bronx was crawling with guards. No matter where anyone went, they couldn't help but encounter a police officer or one of their patrolling vehicles. One such car passed by a bridge and on the opposite side, hobos were camped in an empty lot. They crowded around a flaming barrel to stay warm. The season of autumn brought cold winds, and the approach of winter guaranteed more of the same. Their clothes were thick, but frayed and threadbare from long term neglect. The people were dirty and unkempt, not having bathed for a long time. The people shuddered as the wind picked up and blew several leaves high into the air.
The people gazed at the heavily guard toll booth before the bridge. The booth guards stopped a limousine before allowing it to pass by unmolested. On the other side, the limo came upon a massive wall that stretched as far as the eye could see. The top was lined with barbed wire to guarantee that no one could climb over. There were automated machineguns that whirred as they scanned for foolish intruders. At regular intervals along the wall were towers staffed with snipers. Each was equipped with powerful search lights for spotting those who dared breach the wall at night.
The limo stopped at a check point before the guards allowed them to pass the wall. On the other side was a modern day paradise, a city worthy of being the very heart of the international economy. Skyscrapers dominated the city as glass and concrete monoliths to the power of money. The streets were immaculate with nary a piece of trash to be seen anywhere. It bustled with people heading to work dressed in designer business suits. They carried themselves with an air of having lived with the finest the US could offer.
The limo pulled into the underground garage near the Investors Inc. skyscraper. As the occupant exited the vehicle, he was greeted by a female attendant. "Good morning Mr. Jones, I trust you made the trip here safely?"
"Yeah Carrie. I'm heading up to my office now. Could you get some coffee ready for me?" asked Jones. The attendant followed Jones as they rode the elevator and entered the CEO's office.
Back in the Bronx, night had fallen once again and the poverty-stricken people huddled around fires to keep warm. In a deserted section of the city, a limo pulled up. "We're here sir," reported the driver.
"Okay Gordon, I'll be out soon," replied the occupant, a man named Warren.
Warren gazed at the golden coin in his fingers and reflected on his accomplishments. One side was the facade of the Central Bank's branch in New York City and on the other was the head of a wizened man. The man had ears that tapered to a point and a nose that did the same. This was the head of Barbamon, who promised to spare the lives of the rich in addition to making them wealthier than ever before. All they had to do was to grant him their obedience; an offer they just couldn't refuse. The coin was an unusual form of money, though that was not its true purpose.
Warren owed all his luck in business this lone coin. It seemed to have a magical power to grant the holder limitless prosperity. Before, Warren was like the hobos on the street until a stranger offered him the coin as a way to escape his situation. Once he received the coin, his good luck charm, Warren only knew success. He made millions from investing and trading stocks. Despite having so much money, it still wasn't enough. He had to have more and he did not care how he got it.
He soon turned to illegal enterprises to sate his endless hunger for money. He had acquired ownership of a pharmaceutical company to sate his money lust. Over the last few weeks, he noticed that his company operated inefficiently and had money left unused. To alleviate this problem, Warren made a deal with an accountant to "reallocate" the unused money to a better purpose. This better purpose was himself and the money ultimately ended up in offshore bank accounts under his aliases.
Warren left the limo and met with a man concealed by the shadows. "So how is the hunt for money going?" asked the mysterious man.
"Great. I've never been richer. I'm still wondering what the catch is?"
"Oh that? Nothing big," dismissed the man. "Just pay me $5000 and we'll call it even. It's a small price to pay for a man like you. Barbamon loves it when his clients succeed, since it is more money for him."
"Very well," replied Warren, who handed the stranger the money.
The stranger said his peace before disappearing into the shadows. Warren returned to his limo and ordered the driver to return home without him. "He he he good!" came Barbamon's voice within Warren's head. "Now for your mission. It seems some yokels had reneged on paying the interest on their mortgage. I want you to repossess their house. If the owners resist, kill them!"
Warren's skin suddenly peeled off, revealing an animate silver statue in his likeness. Unlike his normal form, Warren the Silverman was more muscular and much taller. Warren the Silverman marched off to find the house. Later on that night, a knocking came on the door of a family living in the ghettos of New York City. Moments before the man of the house reached the door; Warren's fist smashed its way through the door. The man was flattened as Warren smashed the door down and invited himself into the family's home.
"You have not paid Lord Barbamon, so I'm here to collect!" announced Warren.
As the man retreated into his home, the alarmed woman ran for a shotgun and unloaded ammunition into Warren the Silverman. The buckshot had no effect on the reinforced metal body of a Silverman. Warren was amused by this pitiful attempt at resistance before rushing the woman. He delivered a devastating, bone-shattering blow to the gut which floored the woman. The man recovered and attacked Warren only to be stopped with a shot to the chin. Even with his opponent beat, Warren took great delight as continued the onslaught.
Meanwhile, the Warriors and a cohort of Digimon materialized in an abandoned supermarket somewhere in the Bronx. The store was vacant and dust and cobwebs were everywhere the eye could see. The stands were devoid of merchandise and the windows were boarded up. The store had been abandoned for what seemed like an eternity. May heard someone speaking from outside and peeped through the cracks in the boards. They spotted Warren and an entourage of Metalmen parading a pair of bodies down the street.
"These two failed to pay the mortgage to Barbamon. Let these people be a warning to all of you!" announced Warren.
The bodies belonged to what appeared to be a married couple. Both partners were wrapped in bandages and were bloody all over their body. They laid motionless on their stretchers, causing May to wonder if they were dead. She found the whole parade repulsive beyond words. It was tasteless how Barbamon sent his metal goons to shake up people for their money. It was outright disgusting that they beat up a defenceless family and then paraded their battered and broken bodies like trophies.
"Someone should teach Barbamon a lesson!" declared Misty, who watched the whole incident.
"Oh, we will," promised Koichi.
"It will be much sweeter if we can get the people to turn on him," stated a fox Digimon.
The fox was a beautiful, distinctly feminine creature with soft coat of blue fur. She had paws and nine tails that were bathed in flickering golden flames. The Yin-Yang symbols on her joints and her forehead gave the Digimon an exotic, Asian style. Around her neck was a length of rope, tied into a bow, and coloured like a black and white candy cane. At each of the loose ends was an ornamental gold bell. This Digimon was Youkomon, the leader of the Digimon assigned to help the Warriors
-Digimon Analyzer
Name: Youkomon
Attributes: Data, Champion Level, Grass/Fire type
Youkomon are the darker cousins of the more well known Kyubimon species. Like their cousins, Youkomon are expert illusionists, making them ideal scouts and spies for the Digital World's cause.
Special Abilities/Traits:
Teleportation, illusionist
Dragon Wheel (Fire) - By rolling into a flaming ball, Youkomon produces a dragon head made of golden flame that snaps at the enemy. Dragon Wheel is good for moving through the air as well.
Fox Tail Inferno (Fire) - Youkomon can fling golden fireballs that bear the face of an evil spirit. She has limited control over the flight path of these fireballs.
"How are we going to do that? I don't think most people can stand up to the Metalmen like we can," observed Shinya.
"What they need is better weapons," said Misty.
"That's right, but Wizardmon has that covered," noted Youkomon. "What they really need is to learn that Barbamon not as strong as he seems. Once they know that, it will be easy to inspire them into fighting back."
"What are we supposed to do now?" asked May.
"Nothing at the moment," replied Youkomon. "It's my move now. I'm heading out to find some American resistance guys. I'm going to dangle the carrot in front of their noses. In the meantime, get comfy and stay out of sight. Let's hope they bite."
As the Warriors settled into their new base of operations, Youkomon quietly took to the streets of New York City. The bewitching fox took great care to avoid being caught by human eyes. Any of them could warn Barbamon about the Digimon presence or worse, be a Metalman in disguise. Youkomon soon caught a whiff of gun powder from the western section of the Bronx. Within seconds, several gunshots rang out through the air from her right. A firefight had started between two unknown groups.
Youkomon hid herself within the shadows of a rooftop and watched as the incident played itself out. On one side of the battle were several men dressed in black garb. These faceless men were heavily armoured and had a handful of highly armoured vehicles for support. Their enemy was not as professional and much more ragtag. Each of these men and women covered their mouths with bandannas like the villains in Westerns. They were normal civilians who became a militia force to resist Barbamon's rule.
Barbamon's faceless forces exchanged heavy fire with the American rebellion, which had holed up in buildings. Bullets soared back and forth between the two sides with seemingly no end. As the battle continued, the rebels' tactical placement gave them the protection to wear down the SWAT officers. They seemed to have the battle locked in their favour until Youkomon spotted animate statues of silver and bronze approaching. These Bronzemen and Silvermen marched directly into the line of fire with nary a hint of fear on their faces.
The rebels trained their weapons on the newcomers. Sparks jumped from the Bronzemen and Silvermen as bullets ricocheted off their metallic bodies. The bullets had a moderate effect on the Bronzemen, causing them to shudder with each bullet that struck them. On the other hand, the Silvermen were hardly effected by the bullets, which only served to slow their advance rather than stop it. The Metalmen retaliated with bullets of their own, made of silver and bronze just like their bodies.
One of the rebels decided that more punch was necessary and reached for a rocket launcher. The man let a rocket rip out of the tube which scored a direct hit on a Silverman's chest. The explosion sent the Silverman crashing into the ground while the nearby Bronzemen were blown into pieces. Bronze limbs went flying everywhere and even Youkomon had to run around to avoid having them land on her. The Metalmen redoubled their efforts to advance on the buildings and keep the rebels on the defensive.
A few of these Sinners reached the rebels' front-most buildings and began to demolish their ranks. The rebels stepped up the pace to keep the Metalmen from entering into close quarters, where they were virtually unstoppable. The rebels' perseverance halted the Metalmen advance, which gained them the advantage. Suddenly, an earth-shaking thud drew Youkomon's attention. She turned her gaze to the source, a lone Goldman entering the scene. The twenty-foot monstrosity soon drew rebel attention like nothing else could.
"Goldman coming from the south!" cried one of the rebels. The rebels poured their ammunition into the beast in a desperate attempt to stop it.
The bullets merely ricocheted off of the monster's chest, making not a single scratch on him. The Goldman smashed his fist into a building, burying the rebels within alive. He turned to another group firing on the ground and flattened them with an earth-shaking stomp. The Goldman rained bullets on yet a third group, shredding the building in a flurry of gold along with everything else within. The rebels were being annihilated and had little choice but to abandon their attack. The Goldman was too much for them to handle.
During the commotion, Youkomon made sure to follow the general direction of the retreat, as well as remain hidden from prying human and Metalman eyes. The rebels fled deeper into town as a few of their numbers kept the Goldman distracted. The fleeing resistance fighters converged in the basement of an abandoned building in the suburbs far to the north of the battle site. From its appearance, the building was a factory at one time, churning out goods for the local population. Now, it laid decrepit, boarded up and condemned to being wrecked at some future date.
The bewitching fox pinned a rolled up note on the door and vanished into the night air. The next day, Youkomon waited at the rooftops overlooking an alleyway somewhere in the Bronx. A prominent African man entered the alley in the company of a group of armed men and women. The man held the note in plain view, just as Youkomon requested. The bewitching fox quietly made her way down. As she approached the group, she illuminated herself with the golden light of her flaming paws and tails.
The rebels drew their weapons. "I am not here to fight. I am only here to make a deal with you," stated Youkomon.
"What kind of deal?" asked the African man.
"I'm here to offer an alliance between our forces and yours," informed Youkomon. "With our help you can eliminate Barbamon once and for all."
"It's a very tempting offer, but there has to be a catch..." observed the African.
"There is no catch," assured Youkomon. "We Digimon have a vested interest in getting rid of Barbamon just like you do. If we work together, we can both win. So, do we have a deal?"
The African discussed the offer with his associates before reaching a decision. "Very well, it's a deal."
"Wonderful!" remarked Youkomon. "I'll inform my associates."
Youkomon vanished into thin air. Over the next few days, Youkomon arranged meetings with the rebellion's leaders for a merger. Eventually, the Warriors' forces and the American partisans became acquainted with each other. The Digimon and the partisans visited each others' hideouts to ascertain the total military power of each faction. The partisan leader, the African, introduced himself as Abdul. He was a man who lived and breathed the Bronx and was raised under the hip-hop culture of that region.
As Abdul gave a tour of the partisan base, the Digimon realized it was surprisingly larger than what the factory building would suggest. Much of their headquarters was under the ground in the basement and newly excavated tunnels. They had quarters for the fighters, communications facilities, training facilities and storage for their weapons. Many of the resistance fighters were blacks dressed in hip-hop style. They were obviously recruited from the local population of the Bronx. Though it began with blacks, Abdul's forces had expanded greatly since then.
The partisans called a meeting, inviting their new Digimon allies to the gathering. "Today is a great day for us. Before Barbamon's Metalmen proved to be indomitable foes. We fought hard, barely getting by each day. Now, those days are over. We have new allies who can fight the enemy on their terms."
Abdul left centre stage for Wizardmon to speak about the Digimon's gift to the rebel forces. "As a token of good faith, we've magically upgraded your ammunition. Whenever a bullet hits a Metalman, it releases an electrical discharge. Not only does it hurt more, it has a brief stunning effect that makes them sitting ducks. Not even a Goldman can shrug off your weapons now!"
Abdul returned to the stage. "Now is the time to truly make a difference. Before, all we did struggle, getting by one day at a time. Today, we can take the fight to Barbamon and drive his demons out of New York!"
The next day, the New York partisans restarted their attacks against Barbamon's empire with renewed vigour. The rebels prepared a raid on one of their oppressor's assets, a shipment of weapons and ammunition due to approach the eastern docks of the Bronx. This shipment would help greatly in supplying the partisans with new equipment for their eventual forays into Manhattan. Under the cover of the night sky, the rebels surrounded the harbour where the ship was to moor. Predictably, the workers began to haul the heavy crates out of the cargo hold and into nearby transport trucks.
The harbour was crawling with black-clad guards armed with assault rifles. The guards patrolled the area with extra vigilance in protecting their cargo. Outside of the teamsters' lounge, a lone guard heard something shift in an alleyway between buildings. The guard entered the alley and scanned the location with his flashlight. He noticed that a piece of metal had fallen on the ground. Unknown to the guard, Lowemon stepped out of the shadows from behind and crept up on the guard. Once in range, Lowemon slapped a chokehold on the man with the length of his lance.
"Uh, uggggh..." gasped the guard before falling unconscious.
In the lounge, a bizarre hissing sound seeped its way through the vents. As the teamsters wondered what it was, a heavily fatigue overcame them. Each of the men fell into a deep slumber. Once the air cleared, partisans stormed the building with trivial ease. A dozen of their numbers stole the teamsters' clothing and hid the real drivers in nearby lockers. The fake teamsters stole the keys to the trucks and waited within them for their cue to leave the area. Within minutes, the workers had finished their loading and signalled the drivers. The fake teamsters started the trucks and filed out of the loading docks.
After that daring raid, the rebels were awash in weapons and ammunition. They had more than they needed for the next step, a direct assault on Barbamon's base in Manhattan. The partisans took up positions just outside the range of the guards manning the wall that protected Manhattan's wealthy from the oppressed poor. The spotlights scanned the ground as guards patrolled the parapets like mindless drones. All seemed normal until suddenly, the spotlights went out. The command centre blackened momentarily before auxiliary power turned on.
Once the power was restored, the cameras picked up the rebels advancing on the wall. With them was a troop of Digimon and the Legendary Warriors in Fusion form. A rocket soared through the air and demolished a guard tower in a blaze of glory. The automated guns turned to Diamon and pelted the diamond golem with a rain of bullets. The Warrior of Earth merely shrugged off the bullets as though they were droplets of water. He smashed one of the guns with his fist, flattening it into twisted metal and sparkling wires.
Dryamon blew the inflammatory Eucalyptus Gas onto the ramparts, rendering the guards helpless as they ran about trying to clear the burning mist from their skin and eyes. Reichmon hovered overhead and guided a Red Cross beam along the length of the wall, annihilating everything in its path. Maridmon smashed a gaping hole in the wall with a jet of water fired from her Vortex Trident. Demi Wisemon blasted the wall, smashing it down with Evil Eye beams. The partisan forces cheered as the wall collapsed under the massive assault of the resistance forces.
The revolt was under way as partisans flooded through the wall they had demolished. In the streets of the Bronx and other sectors of New York, word spread of the fall of the Wall Street Wall. At that moment, the people realized that the strength of their wealthy oppressors was nothing more than a ruse. After years of government corruption and the formation of a police state, the people were about to lose all hope. Now, that single spark of hope that still remained had flared into a roaring inferno that would consume the tyrants who brutalized them for so long.
The Warriors marched into Manhattan, the place where the followers of Greed had made their home. The partisans proceeded to lay waste to Manhattan as vengeance for the oppression they were forced to endure. The Warriors broke away from the horde to search for their quarry, Barbamon, the Lord of Greed. They came upon the former location of the Central Bank branch in New York. The building was gone. In its place was a darkly majestic palace that stood at the heart of New York, the capital of Greed.
This unholy palace and its grounds took up the entire city block, which had been cleared by what the Warriors suspected was magic. The walls were made of the darkest onyx which seemed to make it fade into the night sky. The fences were made of the purest gold that money could buy. Scattered along the front courtyard were several pikes made of solid gold. Skewered on each of these pikes were a number of human skulls, likely dissenters victimized by Barbamon. A wave of Bronzemen and Silvermen rushed out to bar their path as they attempted to enter Barbamon's palace.
Reichmon drew first blood by summoning a Black Theorem to devour the Metalmen. Diamon's hands turned into hammer heads as he smashed the ground with all his strength. The sheer force shook the very earth and ripped a fissure open under the Metalmen. Maridmon whirled around into a tornado of water and hurled herself into a Silverman group. She spun the Silverman around like dirty laundry, battering them into each other until they became clumps of crushed metal. A squad of Goldman entered the scene and Demi Wisemon moved to intercept.
As the first Goldman moved in for a punch, Demi Wisemon magically siphoned gold from the monster's shoulder. As the Goldman threw the punch, his arm came flying out of its socket and crashed into a nearby parked car. Demi Wisemon melted the Goldman's kneecaps likewise, which caused the Goldman to collapse once it tried to chase him. Reichmon swooped through the air, dodging punches with stylish ease and zipped through the space between a Goldman's legs. The Goldman attempted to bend over and grab the Warrior of Darkness but missed horribly. Reichmon popped up behind the Goldman and sent him into a heap with a Red Cross.
After demolishing the Metalmen, Maridmon delivered an ultimatum to Barbamon. "Barbamon, we know you're in there! All your guards are finished. Come out and fight us you coward!"
In compliance with Maridmon's call out, Barbamon appeared before the front door of the palace. "So Warriors, how do you like the decor?"
"You're a monster!" decried Reichmon. "What kind of person treats the dead like they're trophies?"
"Oh that?" asked Barbamon. "They're just nobodies who wouldn't pay their debts. Since they decided to renege on payments, you probably think they outsmarted me? No way, I was one step ahead of the sheep as always. I had my repo men do a little house calling. Since people like these usually don't pay their debts even then, I made other arrangements. To make a long story short, now they are here, serving as a warning to those who would dare try to weasel out of debts to me."
The Warriors were appalled. "Barbamon, I've had enough!" declared Maridmon. "You kill people and steal their money, but when you hurt Ash you crossed a line! I can not forgive you!"
Maridmon jetted the most powerful stream of water she had ever created. Barbamon instinctively raised his defences, but the sheer force pushed him through the wall of his palace. After the air cleared, Barbamon emerged from the hole. "Bah, you can't forgive me? I don't recall ever asking for your forgiveness. I don't answer to anyone but Lord Lucemon!"
Barbamon fired a Pandemonium Lost, which blazed its way towards the Warriors. The five dodged the massive explosion, which punched a gaping crater into the ground. Reichmon summoned the Black Theorem whose symbolic tendrils lashed at Barbamon like whips. The Lord of Greed swatted the tendrils away and closed the black vortex with Death Lure. Demi Wisemon fired beams of energy at Barbamon which the demon stopped with barriers of negative energy. In response, Barbamon blasted the eye of Metal with Pandemonium Lost. The sheer force dashed Demi Wisemon into a palace wall, causing him to revert into an unconscious Max.
"Max!" cried Drymon, who caught Barbamon from behind with Verdant Tendrils and proceeded to strangle him. Reichmon used Barbamon's distraction to swoop in and take Max away from harm.
Barbamon burned the vines with azure flame and shot Dryamon down with Death Lure's skulls of negative energy. "Reichmon, get Max out of here!" commanded Dryamon.
"I can't just leave you here to get run over by Barbamon!" objected Reichmon.
"Don't worry, we can handle him!" assured Maridmon. "Just get him to safety!"
Without another word of objection, Reichmon soared away with Max in tow. The fight continued with Diamon pelting Barbamon with the Jewel Vulcan. The diamond bullets stung Barbamon's body until he prepped himself to withstand the blows. Barbamon retaliated with Pandemonium Lost, which flew so fast that Diamon had no time to dodged. He blocked the ball of intense flame which could overwhelm even the most resilient Digimon in existence. Maridmon blasted a jet of water which Barbamon deflected with magical force.
"How many times must we go through this?" asked Barbamon filled with ennui. "You are no match for me and you're short two members. Give it up!"
"We'll never give up!" cried Diamon.
"As long as there are people like you. We'll keep fighting!" added Misty.
Barbamon sighed. "Here we go again... I guess you guys really do wish to die. If that's your desire, I'd be happy to oblige."
Barbamon waved Death Lure to channel his powers over metal. The gold from the fences and the pikes melted and gilded the body of the Lord of Greed until he was like a statue of gold. Barbamon renewed his attack beginning with a Pandemonium Lost. The remaining Warriors leapt out of the way and renewed their own offensive. Diamon pelted Barbamon with diamond bullets which ricocheted off the gold in dancing sparks of light. Dryamon unleashed a barrage of Photo Blasts as Maridmon pelted the Demon Lord with water. Both attacks were stopped by Barbamon's gold plating.
"His gold is like a suit of armour!" cried Diamon.
"I think that's enough for the day. It's time to end this boring spectacle!"
Barbamon charged up Death Lure for his most powerful negative energy blasts. He unleashed a barrage of reptilian skulls which flattened each of the Warriors instantly. "Ash..." mumbled Misty as a tear fell from eye before slumping onto the ground.
"This is hardly a surprise. Did you expect a different outcome?" asked Barbamon.
Misty's tear landed on the blue moonstone necklace, which had popped out of her shirt after she fell. Upon catching the tear, the moonstone glowed with a faint but sad blue light. The sky grew cloudy in sympathy with Misty's sadness. Misty found herself alone and naked at the side of the sea. A bewitching song echoed from the distance which permeated her very being. Her body moved on its own volition as she walked into the sea to find the singer. The water rippled as she set foot on the surface and magically supported her weight. Misty continued until she met with the singer, a mermaid playing a lyre on a rock.
The mermaid had long blue hair and wore only a blue bikini top. She had the most lovely, unmarred skin. She radiated a hypnotic beauty that was not of this Earth. Gazing at her countenance was like gazing directly into Misty's future. In the mermaid's face, Misty saw herself as a grown woman. She was beautiful, alluring and impossible to resist. As the mermaid continued her ensnaring melody, her blue fish tail splashed in the water lightly. She ended her song, yet Misty still felt drawn to the singer and stood motionless as the mermaid closed in. She smiled and planted a deep kiss on Misty's lips.
Misty's very being filled with strength, as though she was drawing on the very essence of the mermaid and making it her own. Suddenly, Misty eyes shot open with the strength imparted by the mermaid's kiss. She could hear the mermaid's seductive, haunting melody playing in the air, urging her to rise to her feet and revel in its melodious notes. As the song played, Misty couldn't help but begin to sing in tune, seemingly compelled to do this by a mysterious force. This same tune infuriated Barbamon even more than Misty's recovery from his attack.
"Barbamon you shouldn't have been so mean to me!" sang Misty. "Execute, Unified Spirit Evolution!"
Misty found herself standing naked on the shore of the mysterious sea once again. The water rippled with each step she took on the surface. All around her, the water began to rise into massive waves suspended in place by a mysterious force. The waves crashed onto her, the sea consuming the young trainer. Moments later, the beautiful mermaid of her vision burst out of the water and shot through the air like a leaping dolphin. After landing into the sea, the mermaid floated out of the water and began to play the enchanting melody on her lyre.
"Siren Mermaidmon!"
-Digimon Analyzer
Name: Siren Mermaidmon
Attributes: Variable, Unified Hybrid, Water/Normal type
The haunting melody had seduced the Warrior of Water. As Siren Mermaidmon, she now sings the song that entranced her. She has reached Unified level and gained the full nurturing and destructive power of the seas.
Special Abilities/Traits:
Hovering, aquatic, telepathic, elemental powers: water
Hydro Vortex (Water) - Siren Mermaidmon can whirl water around into massive, devastating whirlpools or tornadoes which can demolish huge portions of a city.
Seasinger Melody (Normal) - Siren Mermaidmon is gifted with a voice that can both sooth and kill. She sings melodies to channel this power into strength for allies or destruction for her foes.
"You got away last time, Barbamon, but you're mine this time!" stated Siren Mermaidmon.
"I think not. Have you forgot about this?" asked Barbamon as he coated himself in gold once again.
"It doesn't matter. It won't help you against me this time," warned the mermaid.
Siren Mermaidmon began to sing the highest note she could reach with her voice. The shrill sound tore at the Lord of Greed's earlobes so much that he had to cover them to mute it out. Windows from nearby stores began to vibrate rapidly until they shattered into several shards of glass. Barbamon couldn't help but shudder along with the shrill pitch of the note. The Seasinger Melody caused him no end of distress. A crack formed on the Lord of Greed's golden armour and then a chunk broke off.
"Shit!" exclaimed Barbamon, whose chest was now exposed to the air.
"Oh yes!" echoed the singer of the sea. Siren Mermaidmon prepped a massive ball of water before squirting it as a jet. The blast smacked Barbamon in the chest, sending him sliding along the ground until the friction stopped his just short of the sidewalk. "You're day is done, Barbamon!"
"GRRRR!" growled Barbamon. "Your singing is driving me crazy!"
Out of sheer rage, Barbamon fired a Pandemonium Lost straight for Siren Mermaidmon's head. The Warrior of Water transformed into her namesake element and liquidized her way out of harm. The Pandemonium Lost struck one of Barbamon's towers instead and ripped a hole into it. The hapless tower tipped over and toppled forward. Horror filled his face upon the realization that the tower was falling onto him. He was promptly crushed under the tower, ready for Siren Mermaidmon to deliver the coup de grace. She whirled his limp carcass into the air with a tornado of water before slamming him headfirst onto the ground.
As Barbamon disintegrated, Siren Mermaidmon smiled. "Ash, that was for you!"