Sorry that this was late. I got distracted by Ōban, Silverwing, and Over the Hedge movie. As such, it might be awhile before I will update the next book.

The Thirteenth Clone

Rika sat back in the chair, sighing in relief. Two days. Two stinkin' days we had to deal with the stupid clones! She wasn't the only one exhausted. All of the Tamers were exhausted, both physically and mentally. From sunrise to sunset, they battled the Devas, with only an occasional short break. They all needed a long break, and they all hoped that they would get one. Somehow, Rika didn't think the respite would last long, and boy did she want to be wrong!

Before she knew it, she was dozing, and had a dream that scared her.

"But master! That Digimon could control the Dark Aura better than you! It could destroy you!"

I don't care! This clone must destroy the Tamers, or someone will pay. Most likely you!"

"But Master," responded the first voice in a placating tone, "the fact that he can manipulate it better could mean that he could destroy us all. I don't want that to happen."

"And it won't!" The second shouted. When it continued, it had regained most of it's composure. "It may be stronger than me, but I can control it. You are dismissed. Get the Thirteenth clone ready."

Takato woke up from his nap, trying to remember the dream he had. It seemed to revolve around him and Rika, but other than that, he didn't remember. Battling the cloned Devas had also taken its toll on him, making him look five years older than he was. Before he knew it, he was asleep again.
Impmon was sitting on his Tamers' roof, thinking about the Devas. He himself was sore and tired, but didn't want it to show. He felt a presence behind him a split second before it spake.

"You really could use me." A seductive voice said.

Impmon turned around and saw a red-eyed Beelzemon. He merely shrugged. "Eh, why should I? I like my green eyes better."

Red-Eyes grinned. "I could make life so much easier. Just use me and become stronger than your wildest dreams."

Impmon, getting tired of the rhetoric, finally stood up and faced his opponent. "Listen, buddy! I am sick and tired of hearing 'I can make you stronger,' 'you don't need your tamers,' 'The darkness is your friend.' If you don't shut up, I'll beat you to a pulp!" Impmon yelled.

"Then I guess you'll just have to destroy me," shrugged Red-Eyes.

Using all his strength, Impmon summoned a big fireball from the ground and shot it at Red-Eyes. He merely swung out one of his guns and shot at it, making it disperse and deleting Impmon at the same time.

Impmon woke up from his dream, shaking his head to clear his mind. He looked around, trying to find out where he was. He observed that he was still on his Tamers' roof. The sky still had the annoying gray clouds that everybody was starting to hate. And he himself was still one piece.

What was dat all about? He asked himself as he dropped to the ground and headed inside.

A day had passed, and nothing had happened. Many, if not all, of the Tamers were thanking every deity that they knew. During the one-day respite, they all rested.

Everyone, except Rika and Impmon.

Rika couldn't relax when she was anxious, wondering what "Deva" was going to be unleashed on them. From what he said, it was going to be strong. Strong enough to worry the WereGarurumon to censure his master.

Impmon was a different story. He was disturbed by his dream, trying to think about it's meaning. The fact that there was another Beelzemon confused him. I thought I was one of a kind. Guess I'm wrong. Why did I die in my dream? Maybe I should… NO! He shook his head. I'll never put my Tamers in danger! Or anyone else, ever again! He shouted in his mind, determination in his thoughts. I am not going to use this dark power, not even if another Beelzemon pops up and uses it!

Waking up, Rika looked outside to see the dreary gray clouds out in force. She stood up, and was assaulted by a painful feeling at the pit of her stomach. It reminded her of when the Dark Devas Bio-emerged, but this time it was way stronger. "Renamon!" She cried out, "There's…"

"I know," was Renamon's sleepy response. When Rika looked over at Renamon, she was surprised to see her lethargic. It was at that moment that Rika herself started feeling tired, despite having a good night's rest. Looking Renamon in the eye, they knew they had to Biomerge, and quickly.

Takato and Guilmon also felt the darkness, with Guilmon almost running through the glass of the front door.

Henry also, for the first time, felt a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He left Alice hanging without explanation. He himself was very frightened. Frightened for his fiancée. Frighted for his friends. Frighted for his life.

The three original Tamers weren't the first there. Kei, Akiko, Toshi, and Susie had made it there first. The Digimon was Bio-emerging near an industrial part of the city. All of the Junior Tamers present, except for Toshi, were ill at ease. They didn't know what was coming through, but Toshi had convinced them that they could beat whatever it was. Lopmon, however, was less inclined to go with her partner. She felt a very powerful dark presence, one that seemed disturbingly similar somehow. When the fog cleared, she realized why.

The thirteenth dark Digimon they were about to face was…

"Beelzemon?"

"Oh, crap!" Suzie uttered, realizing that it was, at best, 1 Ultimate and 3 Champions against one super-powered Mega.

"Plan?" asked Kei.

"Run!" Susie answered.

"No!" Shouted Toshi, getting everyone's attention. Everyone wanted to know his mental condition. He couldn't be serious! He seemed to be embodying hubris incarnate. There was no way they could defeat this Mega! Not even if their lives depended on it.

"We must leave! This is not a time for brash actions," Lopmon rebuked.

"I don't care!" Toshi yelled at the mini-Deva. Lopmon didn't flinch. "I'll show those old fogies that I am better than them! Gotsumon, Digivolve…" He was cut off as six bodies rammed into him, creating a squabble.

"How amusing," an extremely gravelly voice said, interrupting the squabble. Everyone looked to see the Beelzemon get both of his guns and point them at the Junior Trainers. He was distracted, however, when a blade slid across his back. Turning, he saw an angered Justimon.

"Deciding to pick on poor, defenseless kids again?" Justimon asked angrily.

Beelzemon smirked, and said in his gravelly voice "This is a first for me," surprising Justimon. At that moment, Justimon noticed that this Beelzemon had red eyes, not their Beelzemon's green. His surprise, however, was short lived. Red-eyes aimed and shot his guns at Justimon, hitting him with full force into a wall. After sliding down the wall, Justimon regressed into Ryo and Monodramon.

"Lightning Blade!" Red-eyes barely saw the blade coming towards him, but he was still able to deflect it to the Junior Tamers. Seeing her Tamer in danger, Lopmon did the quickest Matrix Digivolution in history. Using her bunny blades, she canceled Andromon's attack.

Toshi, however, took this as a good time to show his worth. He ordered his Digimon to Digivolve to Golemon (A/N: GolemonRockmon) and attack Red-eyes. Despite his multiple attacks, Red-eyes didn't even flinch. However, when he decided that the repetitive attacks were getting annoying, he merely pushed Golemon into a smokestack. He quickly de-Digivolved to Gotsumon. Maybe, just maybe, the Veteran Tamers were right. Maybe they can only defeat these stupid, strong Digimon! Toshi thought, clenching his fist in anger. The fact that anyone could be better than him disturbed him. He was the gogglehead; he was the leader; he was invincible. Nothing could take down the leader of the Tamers! It was unheard of! It was extremely tempting to force his Digimon to Digivolve, but he knew that he would probably be stripped of his goggles, and maybe even his Digivice.

"Toshi, come on!" Kei ordered, dragging him away from his sleeve.

"But, Gotsumon…" he trailed off, unsure of his Digimon's condition.

"I have him," answered Apemon, carrying Gotsumon in his arms.

Toshi nodded, and started running with the three Junior Tamers away.

Susie stayed behind, guarding the rear as best she and Antylamon could.

"Gatling attack!" Andromon shouted, shooting missiles from his chest. Red-eyes just shot them down. Andromon then slowly circled Red-eyes, trying to get to the same side as Antylamon. Red-eyes noticed this, but didn't seem to care. When Andromon reached Antylamon, they began a slow retreat, keeping their fronts to Red-eyes.

He smirked, then attacked them with Double Impact. Although both dodged the attack, the shockwave the bullets made hit them full force, knocking them down. Both got up quickly, not wanting their Tamers to come to any harm.

"Kahuna Waves!" To his consternation, Red-eyes was assaulted by little pink hearts with a vengeance. Angered, he looked around to find a little puffball with wings flying rapidly towards Andromon and Antylamon. He took aim and shot. MarineAngimon was hit. He was saved by Andromon catching him, but Red-eyes was angry now. That little puffball actually hurt me! He took aim again an shot, this time with the intent to delete.

"Spirit Strike!"

The bullets were engulfed by three different-colored foxes.

"Lightning Joust!"

A beam of lightning hit him in the back, hurting him a lot.

"Power Pummel!"

MegaGargomon dropped from the sky, fist first, onto Red-eyes.

While everyone waited for the dust cloud to clear, Beelzemon, in his blast mode, came in and said "Did the party end without me?"

All he got were glares. "What?" he asked, confused. He hadn't seen the red-eyed Beelzemon.

A loud roar distracted everyone from staring down Beelzemon. As they turned to look, they saw three large purple orbs fly out of the dust and hit Gallantmon, Sakuyamon, and MegaGargomon. They instantly reverted to their rookie and human forms, unconscious. When the dust settled, Beelzemon gasped. Right in the center of a crater was the Beelzemon from his dreams.

"So we finally meet," observed Red-eyes, not in the seductive tone that Beelzemon was looking for, but a nerve-grating gravelly voice. It was at that time that Beelzemon noticed his nemesis was in his blast mode, with bat wings stretched wide and a nasty-looking Corona Canon on his right arm with wicked spikes protruding out at the most random places. They started circling each other.

"So this is what a Tamed Beelzemon looks like. I'm not impressed," Red-eyes said.

"So yer plannin' on killin' my friends, huh?" Beelzemon said angrily.

"That is my mission," was Red-eyes' gravelly response.

"Then I guess I'll just have ta stop ya. Corona Blaster!" Beelzemon yelled, shooting his purple ball of energy at Red-eyes. Red-eyes fired his own blast, which was easily three times the size as Beelzemon's, and easily overpowered his. Dismayed, Beelzemon shot a few more blasts, hoping to destroy Red-eyes'. He succeeded, but Red-eyes came from behind the blast and hit him with a Dark Claw, sending him crashing into a wall. When Beelzemon got up, he saw the business end of a Corona canon pointed at him, ready to discharge. A fleeting thought of using the dark power crossed his mind, but he redirected his thoughts to his Tamers, instead. Ai, Mako, sorry I can't be with you anymore, were his last thoughts before the gun fired. Beelzemon vainly pulled his "shotgun" out of its holster and was about to shoot at the Corona Blast when a white light shone, canceling Red-eyes' attack and engulfing both Beelzemons.

Henry, the first to recover, saw it and wondered what angelic being had decided to come to their aid.

Red-eyes looked around, shocked. No other Digimon could have come through! I had WereGarurumon's promise. He thought angrily as he looked around the sphere of whiteness he was in.

"So, we meet again, huh?" Red-eyes turned around, only to see Beelzemon arrayed in white, with a golden helmet, Dove feathers on his wings, a healthy complexion, and two eyes. He also seemed to have a cotton biking jacket, since it was rare to see white leather.

"And who are you?" Red-eyes asked disdainfully, thinking he knew the answer.

"I'm Beelzemon, and this is my Redeemed Mode," he stated, his Corona canon at his side.

"Really?" Red-eyes wasn't impressed. No matter what he is, I can beat him! He didn't embrace the Darkness, which makes him weak! Even in his "Redeemed" mode, I will pound him to deletion, was Red-eyes' ignorant thoughts. He raised his own canon and looked away, as if this was a daily routine.

Red-eyes fired.

Beelzemon fired.

They both met at the middle, both vied for supremacy. Only one won.

Everyone was looking at the white ball, waiting for the outcome. From inside the shell, they all heard gunshots, and a second later, a Beelzemon punctured through the orb and landed on his back. Worried that it was their friend, they all ran to aid him. When they saw it was Red-eyes, however, they decided to forgo the aid. Beelzemon, in his normal blast mode, walked up to Red-eyes and pointed a gun to his head.

"Where is you master, huh?" he asked gruffly. It was then that they noticed that Red-eyes was fragmenting, or in other words dying.

He laughed, and answered "No one is my master! Perhaps you are referring to that pompous Myotismon." He raised his left hand to the sky, and said his last words:

"You will see him soon enough."

On cue, the forlorn clouds that had been over the city for a while parted, revealing numorous floating platforms, airships, and flying Digimon, all waiting for the right moment to attack.

Everyone was struck; some with awe, others with fear, and others with surprise. It didn't matter which way you did the math: They were in for the fight of their lives.

End of part one of three. Be sure to read part two: The Great Myotismon War!

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