Here is another chapter~! :3 And I have a story cover up too~! :3 It is of Omnimon's emblem here. It is the Crest of Friendship with the points of the Crest of Courage, but this will become a golden color on his cape later on. The only thing that is not is the grey slash mark. :3
Opening Files: Royal Knights and the Grimm Slayer
In the Digital World, there exists an order of peacekeepers. 13 Digimon of incredible power and strength, these peacekeepers are known only as the Royal Knights. Each one is a Mega-level Digmon, and can only be beaten by another member of the Royal Knights. This, is the group Omnimon, the Grimm Slayer, hails from.
As very little has been revealed by the Grimm Slayer himself about his origins as well as the world he hails from, there is only speculation on what each Digimon is like, and who they are as well as what their abilities are. However, if Omnimon's skills, reflexes, and Semblance are any indication of his power and strength, then it is safe to assume that each of the Royal Knights is also on the same level of power.
Because of the fact Omnimon is not registered as a Huntsman, he is often considered a rogue Hunter, and because the reputation of rogue Huntsmen and Huntresses is not a good one, he is hunted down for arrest like any other rogue Hunter. However, because of his level of skill being beyond that of any known Huntsman or Huntress, Omnimon is considered in a league all his own. This makes hunting him down for arrest a priority, and only Class V Huntsmen and Huntresses are allowed to go out and try to arrest him.
Therefore, if any Class V Huntsman or Huntress comes across the Grimm Slayer, they are to only take him in for arrest if they are absolutely sure they can win against him.
His current whereabouts are currently unknown, but all Class V Huntsmen and Huntresses are on high alert for if they ever come across him.
"A reputation can be a good thing or a bad thing depending on how one looks at it." TOM said as he closed the Royal Knights and the Grimm Slayer file. "After all, if one has a reputation, it can mean they are really skilled, or are just a fake." He leaned back in his chair and pressed a button on the left armrest. "No one can deny the power of one's reputation. After all, if one does good, then they can have a favored reputation. But if they do bad, then their reputation is one that can be feared. For those who don't align with good and evil, what is their reputation? And what does it say about them? Well, my friends, that is what only you can answer."
Van Kleiss watched as the reprogramming continued. It was so close to being finished, and yet he was also still so far from having his perfect weapon. It seemed like he couldn't get past the firewalls that the subject contained for its mind and memories as well as the ones for its core. That was a problem, and until he could reprogram the core as well as the mind, the subject was useless to him.
He couldn't help but wonder what kind of things the first subject was up to. After all, he had failed to kill the first subject and eliminate a loose end that he had yet to tie up still.
'Perhaps I can do that once I get the subject here reprogrammed.' He thought to himself with a sneer. 'And I can use the subject to do it. Yes, that would be better than relying on a Fallen that isn't as strong as Sammael yet.'
Soon, he would finish off that loose end and move on with his project, he mused with glee.
If only it would be that simple...
GrimmFall
Master Splinter entered the main office of Phil Ken Sebben. He had just arrived because he had news to share with the mayor of GrimmFall. He had figured the man would like to hear about it since this was very interesting to say the least. And it also concerned what he had read in that book recently.
Phil looked up as the rat Mobian entered his office. "Ah, Splinter Sensei. I see you have arrived with no trouble." He said as he leaned forwards in his desk. "Was the flight alright?"
"It was." Splinter replied as he took his seat across from the human. "But I did not come all this way for idle chitchat."
Phil laughed. "Yes, I know." He reassured the Mobian. His face then went serious. "You have some news on a new and interesting development in the war against the Fallen and their Grimm?"
"Yes." Splinter replied as he took out an artifact he had brought with him. "This is the Crystal Vision Ball. It allows me to see things no one else can, as they happen."
"And you saw something that you figured I would be interested in learning about?" Phil asked as he raised an eyebrow.
The Rat Mobian nodded again. "Yes. Let me show you." Splinter said as he focused his spiritual energy on the ball, which took on a smoky interior before it parted to reveal a white figure that had golden accents on it, a greyish blue right arm that looked like a mechanical wolf's head and an orange left arm that looked like a dinosaur's head in an armored form. The figure had two blue eyes, a white crest that stuck up as well as two gold things that reminded Phil Ken Sebben of the Dragon of Denver's V-fin almost. There was an odd symbol on the left shoulder of the figure, and wore a white cape that had a red interior as well. A sword that had unknown golden runes on it stuck out of the dinosaur-like head and a cannon was coming out of the mouth of the wolf-like head too, signifying the figure had weapons.
"This is the newest ally in our fight." Splinter began. "As you can see, he is nothing like the Fallen, Mobians, Faunus or you humans."
Phil took on a thoughtful look. "Hmm...Is he like Dracon?"
"No." Splinter confirmed. "He is not the same. Rather, he seems to have some unique abilities and traits to him that none of us have."
"What kind of traits and abilities?" Phil asked as he looked at the Mobian. Splinter looked back at the human with serious look.
He gestured towards the crystal ball. "This new ally seems to have the ability to hold his own against Fallen, as he fought against one during his first few weeks here in our world." Splinter began. "He comes from a different world altogether, which indicates someone is trying to mess with traveling across dimensions."
Phil frowned at this news. "I see. So his presence here is both a good thing and a bad thing."
"Yes." Splinter agreed. "But that is not all. His abilities include being able to create four different forms for his Semblance, which is unheard of."
"Hold on. Four forms for his Semblance?!" Phil gasped.
Splinter nodded seriously. "Yes. But they have only been shown a few times." The rat Mobian said. "His most powerful however, is not the shield form as you just witnessed." He added, indicating towards the crystal ball, which indeed showed said shield. "His most powerful form for his Semblance is an ability that seems to disrupt Semblances."
Phil wasn't sure of what to make of this news. To have a Semblance that could do such a thing was unheard of. Not even the most powerful of Semblances could completely disable a Semblance! "How is that possible?!"
Splinter sighed as he shook his head. "I do not know. All I know is that it is a real powerful ability and should not be underestimated."
The mayor of GrimmFall frowned as he took in this news. "And how is he a new ally?"
Looking up, Splinter's brown eyes met the human's lone blue eye. "He is fighting against the Grimm." The rat Mobian replied. "And he is also helping against the Grimmnoids, as you probably have heard about them."
Phil frowned at this piece of information. "Yes...the Grimmnoids. Those insolent terrorists have been a pain in the neck for us for some time."
"If this ally can eliminate the Grimmnoids, it would bode well for us in our war. The Fallen would lose a source of new members and we would gain an edge." Splinter agreed.
Phil Ken Sebben nodded. "I see. Very well. We will keep tabs on him as much as we can."
Splinter nodded with a smile. "Good. Now, I believe we may have some new information on someone Dracon could go and investigate."
In the village, everyone in the main building looked shocked at what Omnimon was saying. "A...Fallen?" Brother Isaac asked in confusion.
"Yes. A human infused with the Dark Substance that makes up and gives birth to the Grimm." The Royal Knight confirmed as he looked at all of them assembled before him with his blue eyes.
The look he held within those eyes made Jack and the rest of the elders shudder, as there was no hint of mercy or even caring at that point. "A Fallen is a dangerous foe." Omnimon continued. "I should know, as I faced once down once before."
"And you survived?!" Brother John whispered.
"It wasn't easy, but yes, I survived." Omnimon replied. "However, I doubt that Fallen was as strong as some others I am sure are out here." He looked down a bit at that point. "The one I faced might have been recently created for all I know."
Brother John frowned at this new information. "So, you think you only fought off a weak Fallen, then?"
"Yes." Omnimon confirmed. He hated to admit it, but that had to be the only reason he survived a fight with a Fallen. Well, if Fallen could be weak anyway. He wasn't so sure, but he had more important matters to focus on and shoved the thoughts on how he could have survived against a Fallen to the side so he could regain his focus on the matter at hand, which was regaining the scroll.
He then looked back at the elders again as well as Jack. "I am going to need the location of the Grimmnoids' headquarters." He then trailed off at their looks of apprehension. "Or is it that you do not know where it is?" He asked with an exasperated sigh.
"We're sorry, but we truly do not know." Brother John replied sadly. "Even if we did, what good would it do? We can't go up there because none of us have Aura or Semblance."
Omnimon groaned at this new information. "You know what? Never mind." He said at last. "I wil search myself."
"But what if the Grimmnoids don't have the scroll?" Brother John asked. "What will you do then?"
Omnimon remained silent, for he did not have an answer for that yet. Finally, he sighed. "We will cross that data stream when it comes to it." He replied at last. "In other words, we will deal with that if it comes up."
Brother John looked at him in confusion, but accepted the explanation anyway.
Omnimon then made his way out of the room, the others behind him. "Just to ask, are there any places you happen to avoid? And if so, for what reasons?" The Digimon asked as Jack peeled up here
"Oh! Yes, there are!" He exclaimed. The Royal Knight looked back at him as he continued. "We have an old mining town that we tend to avoid because it is said to be haunted and there is also an old Indian village that is on top of a cliff that has the same rumors of being haunted."
Here, Omnimon took in this information with a thoughtful hum. If that was correct, then both places were perfect for the Grimmnoids to make into their HQ. He would have to check them out. "Can you give me directions to both places?" He asked.
Brother John looked worried, which made Omnimon wary. It was only because of his Royal Knight training that he didn't act upon it.
"We don't go to those places for a reason." Brother John tried to reason, but the Digimon was adamant on going.
"I would like to get directions to both places." Omnimon said again as he leveled a serious look at the village elder. "I do not take kindly to being denied information that could potentially save your village from these Grimmnoids who have been terrorizing you for possibly years." He then crossed his arms as best he could with his head hands. "Unless you like having the Grimmnoids coming after your citizens again and again."
The accusation sent Brother Isaac into a rage. "Are you insinuating we are allowing these attacks to occur?!" He demanded. The Royal Knight just leveled a glare at the other elder.
"And if I am? What will you do about it?" Omnimon countered, making Brother Isaac back down with a growl.
"Calm yourself, Brother Isaac." Brother John consoled before he looked back at the Digimon. "If it is instructions on where to go you seek, we will provide them."
Omnimon nodded. "Very well." He said as he unfolded his arms. "That sounds reasonable." However, he had the feeling things would not be so reasonable as he said they would be.
GrimmFall
Splinter made his way into the hotel he was staying at, curtesy of Mayor Sebben, and entered his room before locking the door and taking out photos of the newest ally. There was something about him that set the rat Mobian's instincts on edge, but not in a bad way. No, it was more of a calm, yet dangerous feeling he was getting from this new arrival, like he could be a very valuable ally or a very dangerous foe if handled the wrong way.
The rat Mobian put away the photos before looking out the window of his room. It would only be determined if this new ally was helpful if he could eliminate the Grimmnoids. If that was done, then a new ally would be on their side.
Omnimon looked over the directions he had been given on a piece of paper. It was actually a map, showing the two locations in question.
As far as he could tell, there was no attempt to deceive him, but the Digimon was more than alert for any attempts anyway. He had been nearly deceived once before, and by the one who had been his superior no less. So he made sure to keep an eye out for any deceptive tactics.
"This should help you on your journey." Brother John said as Brother Isaac snorted.
"Only if you are able to defeat the Grimmnoids and bring back the head of their leader will we relent on our distrust of you and other outsiders." He added as Omnimon frowned at the lack of faith or even hope in his tone.
"Rest assured, I will defeat the Grimmnoids and return your stolen scroll to you." Omnimon promised. However, he was getting the feeling someone in this village didn't want him to return with the scroll, at least alive or even as himself.
As he left, he was unaware of Serena watching him, a worried look on her face.
The first place Omnimon decided to look was the old Indian village. Needless to say, the way there was long and across the desert. Looking at the map again, he frowned to himself mentally. There was just no way he could cross the desert to where the village was without getting dehydrated and losing his life in the desert, even as a digital being.
A sigh escaped him as the Royal Knight put the map back into a digital pocket where he could store objects such as a sleeping mat and a blanket as well as a few food provisions, meager as they were. The only good thing was that due to his half digital nature, he didn't need to eat as often as a human, but when he did, he tended to eat way more that normal for a living being. Omnimon continued walking, hoping to find some sort of transportation that could make his trek easier. Sad to say, he didn't find anything though and a groan of frustration escaped him.
"How am I supposed to reach this place without as much as a means of transportation?!" He growled out loud to himself. Again, there was nothing to be found and Omnimon found himself very tempted to return to the village and just turn back, but again, his Royal Knight training told him to continue on his journey, no matter how small the chances of survival in the desert were for him.
With another sigh, the Digimon made his way down the road, his hood up to keep the sun off his helmeted head and his cape closed around his body to keep him from feeling the sun's rays on his body. He wasn't sure as to how long he had been walking when he began to feel tired. Looking around, Omnimon saw no respite from the heat and sun shining down on him, as there was a lack of shade within his line of sight, which, given his Digimon status, was far greater than that of a human's. As much as he wanted to stop, the Royal Knight kept walking, despite feeling exhausted from the heat of the sun's intense rays draining him of his energy.
Time seemed to march on as Omnimon continued walking. When the sun was directly overhead was when he felt the heat's intensity finally get to him. The Digimon felt the energy drain completely from his body and he collapsed on the side of the road. He started panting heavily to try and cool his body down, but it only made things worse instead. Looking up, Omnimon could barely see, as his vision was now blurry, almost to the point of being blind. He could hear what sounded like tires screeching as something came to a halt next to him, and he could barely make out voices. For a moment he feared a Fallen had found him, but his Danger Sense wasn't acting up, much to his confusion. That lead Omnimon to the conclusion, no matter how muddled his brain was at the moment, that someone human had found him. The last thing he saw before he passed out completely was a young human woman with bright red hair and blue eyes before his vision went black.
Daphne Blake and her cousin Shannon were on the road, looking for the man who had once been Mystery Inc's fearless leader, the bull Faunus Fred Jones. With Shannon in charge of driving the Mystery Machine, the duo were hunting down leads as to where Fred could have gone. It wasn't like the bull Faunus to just up and leave the group when a case had just been solved.
"I still can't understand what prompted Freddie to just up and leave us." Daphne sighed as she looked out at the road as it passed by them. Cacti were just green blurs if they were close to the road, otherwise they were just seen normally if they were not.
"Don't worry, Daphne." Shannon assured the other woman. "We'll find him."
Daphne gave a sad smile to her cousin. "You don't have to do this, Shannon."
"Oh, but I insist." Shannon retorted. "He means a lot to you and I want to help you find him. Even if it means getting into trouble."
Daphne had to laugh. "Well, we Blakes are known to be danger-prone!" She joked back.
Shannon laughed as well, only for Daphne to look out the window and suddenly scream as she saw a form lying in the road. "SHANNON! LOOK OUT!"
Her cousin looked back and gasped before slamming on the brakes. She stopped within a few inches of the limp form on the ground.
The two women got out, just in time to see the form's blue eyes shut as he passed out into unconsciousness. "Is he okay?" Shannon asked as Daphne knelt down beside the unknown form.
"As far as I can tell, yes." She replied as she got up. "I think it was the heat that got to him."
Shannon frowned. "But his manner of attire is odd. Why is he wearing a cape and hood in this heat?"
Daphne shrugged. "I'm not sure, but we can ask when he awakes." She then began to lift the unconscious form. "Let's get him into the Mystery Machine."
The other red-haired woman frowned, but nodded. "Are you sure about this though?" She asked. "I mean, he could be a rogue Huntsman for all we know!"
"I know, Shannon." Daphne said. "But remember, my weapon is nothing to sniff at." She added, her own lavender Aura flaring into existence for a brief moment.
Shannon nodded. She knew her cousin's Claymore was nothing to laugh at, as she could literally use the runes on it as a defense.
"Okay..." The two women were able to get the limp form into the back of the Mystery Machine and soon, they continued on their quest to find Fred Jones.
"The Humans have always abused us Faunus! Now it is time for us to reclaim our rights and become the people we were meant to be!"
"Humans will never understand us because we have enhanced abilities!"
"Faunus are better than Humans! They deserve to be cowering in fear, not us!"
Those words echoed in his head time and time again. He could recall everything that he had been told. And his personal experiences only reinforced these beliefs. Seeing the fear and distrust all around him, seeing the hatred in the eyes of those whom he helped to arrest, seeing the fear and malice in the eyes of the police as they took away the criminals... All of that only made him believe those words in his mind even more.
Blue eyes that were hard looked up, his bull horns, ever so sharp, glinting in the dim light of the room that he called his own. No more running from the Humans, no more helping them, trying to break down their fear of him. If they hated him and his kind, then so be it. They would pay for it, whether they wanted to or not.
Fredrick Jones, the former leader of Mystery Inc, sneered as he lifted his weapon, a massive club that could shoot out spikes that were attached to a wire reel and could be pulled back in for surprise attacks. His dark blue Aura flared briefly as he stood up. His black muscle shirt did little to hide his muscular arms and it showed off his toned abs nicely. With skin-tight black pants and combat boots, he was ready for anything as well.
Causing some mayhem would be right up his alley since he had the perfect Semblance that most just wanted to run out of the way of. And why not start at one of the old places where he and his so-called 'friends' had solved one of their first cases at? After all, there were Humans now visiting the area and just being so ignorant of the world around them.
He walked out of his room, the door slamming shut behind him as he began to make his way down to the ruins of the old Indian village...
Omnimon groaned as he woke up, suddenly feeling a lot cooler and not as hot. His blue eyes opened, only to see the metal ceiling of a van above him. He looked around, only to see old computers that sat around, along with old seats that were barely cared for now. Moving slightly, the Digimon managed to push himself into an upright sitting position, only to see two human females in the front seat, the one with longer red hair talking with the one who had shorter red hair; she was the one driving while her long-haired companion was sitting in the seat next to her.
"I'm telling you, we shouldn't be looking for him." The shorter haired woman was saying as her companion just huffed.
"And I'm telling you we need to look for him." The longer-haired human female countered. "It's the only way to get answers on why he just up and left us all those years ago!"
"And just who are you looking for?" His low tenure voice caught the attention of the two females, who jumped and looked back at the sound of his voice.
"Oh! We didn't see you." The long-haired woman said with a sigh. "I see you woke up." She looked him up and down. "How are you feeling?"
"Better." The Royal Knight admitted. "I take it you two were the ones who found me?"
The shorter-haired female human, who had turned back to the road so she could focus on driving, nodded. "We were. If it wasn't for my cousin, I would have run you over."
Omnimon gave a small noise of thought as the longer-haired female blushed. "Well, I just saw him lying there and reacted." She said as Omnimon looked back at her.
"Well, regardless, it appears you saved my life." Omnimon said. "And for that, I am deeply indebted to you."
She shook her head. "No, there's no need to be. I was just doing what any sensible person would do."
"Still, I owe you my life." Omnimon insisted. "And as such, I am obligated to return that favor."
The shorter haired female looked at her cousin with a teasing smirk. "It appears you found a knight-in-shining armor." She joked.
"Shannon!" The longer-haired female protested, blushing bright red now.
Shannon, the shorter-haired female, laughed. Omnimon didn't put in anything since this was between the two as family members. As such, it wasn't his to be involved with. "I mean it, Daphne." She teased again. "This guy is a real charmer."
Omnimon cocked his head in confusion at the comment. "And what is that supposed to mean exactly?" He asked, a child-like innocence to his voice, which surprised both female humans.
"You don't know?" Shannon asked as he shook his head.
Daphne sighed. "Forget it." She said as she looked at her cousin. "We have bigger things to worry about." She then looked back at the Digimon. "Like asking you why you were out in the desert in that cape and hood of yours."
Here Omnimon looked down. "I was trying to get someplace, but it was too far to walk without some means of motorized transportation. However, since I couldn't find anything like that where I was coming from, I had no choice but to head out on foot." He replied at last after a moment or two of silence.
"Well, that was a dumb decision." Daphne said sarcastically.
"I do not need to be reminded that it was indeed a lack of foresight on my part." Omnimon said with a bit of a growl.
"Oh! My name is Shannon Blake, and this is my cousin, Daphne Blake." Shannon said, finally introducing themselves. "We're just out looking for an old friend of Daphne's, and well, that was when we found you."
"My name is Rik." Omnimon said, still not feeling very comfortable revealing his real name, or even using his alias still. On one...head-hand...he didn't feel like revealing himself to anyone else other than Monty Uno, but on the other...head-hand...he didn't feel comfortable relying on the alias Monty Uno had given him either. Still, he owed the human man a debt that went far deeper than just mere loyalty, and it seemed only right to use the alias the head of the Uno family had first called him by. "And as I said before, I owe you a debt that I will my best to repay for you saving my life."
Shannon waved it off. "Don't worry about it. Consider you accepting us taking you to your destination your way of repaying us."
"Sadly, I cannot do that." Omnimon said as he shook his head. "The code of the Knights dictates I must repay a debt, no matter how small it is." He continued. "Therefore, if I don't repay the debt, I cannot move on in my journey until I do."
Daphne blinked as Shannon smirked again. "You see, cousin? He really is a knight in shining armor." She joked as Daphne blushed again.
"Shannon!"
Fallen...
Grimm...
Slayers...
Tales of old tell of men who rode around in priestly robes, wielding holy Semblances and Aura as weapons, cleansing the Grimm and Fallen of their evil and purifying them in a few swift blows. However, like all tales of old, such stories were embellished and facts often left out.
What the common person will never hear about is the true origins of the people who slew Grimm and Fallen. For they were not old men who had eyes forever closed, riding around in priestly robes, cleansing and purifying Grimm and Fallen. Those were incapable of being purified as such. No, the true tales told of brave men and women who wore armor of steel, slaying Grimm and Fallen within each Kingdom and bolstering the forces of each Kingdom's royal court. These Slayers of Grimm were known as the Grimm Slayers, and they each had one member who was considered the strongest in all their respective land. Their numbers were 13 exactly, for there were 13 kingdoms involved in the formation of the Grimm Slayers. These 13 members were called the Royal Knights, and as such, each was welcomed in the member kingdoms without fear.
Sadly, even the Royal Knights, for all their power and skill, were no match for the Fallen known as Sammael when he appeared in the alliance of the 13 Kingdoms. But, even as they fell to him in battle, they each managed to inflict grisly wounds on his person, showing that even they could hold their own for a time against a Fallen of his caliber and power. So, while the Royal Knights were slain, they each fell in battle and forced Sammael to rest and recover before facing the next one. In 3 weeks, all 13 Knights fell, the last one to fall the Second in Command, only known by the name of his Semblance, Omni.
But even as Omni fell, he delivered to Sammael a wound that would never fully heal, scarring over and remaining. As Sammael stood over the mortally wounded Omni, with his dying breath, the last Royal Knight swore that one who bore his name and a similar Semblance would return, and that wound he had inflicted would thus hurt whenever there was mention of this reincarnation. He is said to have placed a curse upon Sammael; that the one who bore his name would bring back the name of the Grimm Slayers and the Royal Knights, only recognized by the hurting of that single wound, and that the one who bore a Semblance ever so similar to his own would have an ability that would make most newborn Fallen be wary of him.
Looking over the old lore, Monty Uno could only ponder what he had just read. He could remember the Digimon-no, the Royal Knight-he had trained. His name, Omnimon, was similar to that of the last slain Grimm Slayer, Omni. Not to mention he had the ability to disable Semblances. For a brief moment, his eyes went wide in realization. Was Omnimon this one mentioned in the old lore book?! It seemed possible...
'But if he is...will he be alright...?' Monty wondered to himself as he looked out the window of his home in GrimmFall.
"So, where are you headed?" Shannon asked as Omnimon looked back at her.
He took out the map from his digital pocket. "I am currently headed towards an old Indian village to investigate a claim of a stolen scroll for a village that I helped to save." He replied. "There are two possible locations for it to have been taken. The perpetrators are claimed to be the Grimmnoids."
Shannon and Daphne both shivered at the name. "So that's who you are looking to take down?"
"I would not say take down." Omnimon replied. "I'm trying to disband the group, because they have been terrorizing the village for over a century."
"But how?" Daphne asked. "I mean, even the government can't find their headquarters!"
"But I think I can." Omnimon countered. "I suspect someone in the village has been working with the Grimmnoids, and it is my duty to bring an end to that since there are innocents in that village that are under threat of being taken from their families."
Daphne looked at him skeptically. "If you're so sure, then we can take you there."
Omnimon nodded before he bowed his head slightly. "Thank you." He said as he closed his blue eyes in acknowledgement of the offer.
Here is the end of it, and I hope you like this little chappie, Maximus~! :3