The Chronicles of the Digimon War

by SwedishEmperorThe1

They thought that after the battle against MaloMyotismon, peace and understanding would unite the two worlds, but little did they know that the battle was just the start of the war that would consume not only both worlds, but the entire universe in flames, thus the death of one of the Digidestined changes the outcome from what it should've been to what it'll now become.

3. The Real Battle Begins

Digidestined who came from all corners of the real world had gathered to this one place at the Digital World in order to finish the war MaloMyotismon had started. Their duty as the protectors of the Digital World had called upon them to end the darkness that was threatening the way of life in both worlds as they knew it, and the dutiful heroes as they were, they answered that call the moment they heard it. The Digidestined had together united their forces to form a mighty army that was unlike anything that had ever appeared in the history of the Digital World.

The only question was if this huge army would be enough to defeat MaloMyotismon, a foe who was known for his intelligence, strength, ruthlessness and sheer determination that gave him the will to defy his own death twice? A foe whose evil and lust for power were so strong that not even death itself could tame him.

Well, for the moment, the answer seemed to be yes, as MaloMyotismon still was screaming and cursing in pain due to the strong lights that surrounded him.

"PLEASE TAKE THAT DAMN LIGHT AWAY FROM ME! IT'S MELTING MY EYES OUT! IT HURT SO MUCH! IT'S LIKE ACID TO ME SO TAKE THAT SHIT AWAY FROM ME! I PROMISE THAT I'LL BE NICE IF YOU JUST SPARE ME FROM THIS PAIN!"

Taichi couldn't help but being disgusted by this supposed unstoppable foe. For the last part of the day he'd heard nothing than how this monster was treating the worlds as his personal playgrounds, and yet here he was whining like a punk for something little as shining light. But that didn't mean that he'd take any chances.

"Everyone! Start digievolve because we're soon about to take this psycho down for good!" Taichi ordered to his fellow Digidestined and their partners, and digivices everywhere started to activate, causing the digimon to digievolve to their highest levels.

"Agumon warp digievolve to...WarGreymon!"

"Gabumon warp digievolve to...MetalGarurumon!"

"Biyomon digievolve to...Birdramon!"

"Birdramon digievolve to...Garudamon!"

"Tentomon digievolve to...Kabuterimon!"

"Kabuterimon digievolve to...MegaKabuterimon!"

"Palmon digievolve to...Togemon!"

"Togemon digievolve to...Lillymon!"

"Gomamon digievolve to...Ikkakumon!"

"Ikkakumon digievolve to...Zudomon!"

"Betamon digievolve to...Seadramon!"

"Floramon digievolve to...Kiwimon!"

"Crabmon digievolve to...Coelamon!"

"Syakomon digievolve to...Octomon!"

"Syakomon digievolve to...Octomon!"

"Syakomon digievolve to...Octomon!"

"Gotsumon digievolve to...Monochromon!"

Taichi smiled in seeing so many strong digimon at their side ready for battle.

"Ok, this's how we do; we Digidestined will continue to shine the lights at him, while our partners will attack him! In that way, he'll fall before this day is over!"

The other Digidestined and their partners agreed to his strategy. Since the lights were weakening MaloMyotismon, he likely wouldn't stand a chance against so many digimon.

"Ok everyone! You heard the boy, let's do this!" WarGreymon said to his fellow digimon, and then they charged at MaloMyotismon, bombarding him with everything they got.

"AAAHHHHHH! PLEASE, THAT HURTS! PLEASE STOP THIS! LEAVE ME ALONE! BE MERCIFUL! IF YOU STOP I PROMISE THAT I'LL STOP DEALING WITH THE DARKNESS! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I PROMISE THAT I'LL BE GOOD!"

"Yeah, that's it! Just bomb the hell out of him! Don't stop until he's nothing but a greasy stain on the ground!" Taichi encouraged the digimon, so excited for their coming victory that he forgot for a moment that MaloMyotismon was a digital being, not a being of flesh and blood that would leave a mess after the digimon were done with him.

"PLEASE SPARE ME! IT HURT SO MUCH! PLEASE, PLEASE, DON'T HURT...SCREAMING DARKNESS!" MaloMyotismon suddenly cried out and then dark energy shot out of him in a massive force. The dark force was so strong that it not only stopped the digimon dead on, but it also killed the lights that came out of the digivices just like that, turning the landscape again to a pitch black world.

The Digidestined gawked in sheer surprise and disbelief on how MaloMyotismon stopped their digimon and killed the lights that just recently seemed to harm him just like that. It didn't take long before they got the feeling that they were in a deep trouble.

MaloMyotismon was amazed on how truely inept all these brats had to be. Did they really think that all they needed to do was to point some shining electronics at him, and that would be it? How stupid did they've to be to believe that would actually work? The Sovereigns must had been really desperate when they recruited these...morons to be their champions. But oh, they'd face the powers of a true champion alright.

"BLOOD RAIN!" MaloMyotismon shouted, and then a gigantic, bloodred beam shot out of his body and up to the sky, though not the whole way up to the hole. The Digidestined and their partners stared at the beam with awe, as it shone the dark landscape bloodred. They didn't know what MaloMyotismon planned to do next with that beam, but their gut feelings told them that whatever next step he'd take, it wouldn't be pretty.

Then suddenly, meteors shot out of the beam, and were raining down at the Digidestined with full force. They weren't that huge meteors that you might expect, but they were big enough to bring a lot of hurt if they hit any of the Digidestined, if not more. Needless to say, the Digidestined quickly panicked as the meteor shower was nearing them faster and faster. They'd no way to escape the incoming fire as they were stuck at the cliffs, and they were unable to protect themselves from all those burning rocks that were about to turn the entire landscape to a firing pit.

Taichi stared in shock on how quickly the board had turned on them. For just a moment ago, he faced victory against the most powerful opponent the Digidestined had ever faced, and now he was facing big, burning rocks that soon would turn them all into smush.

As the meteor shower was just some few seconds away from bombard the Digidestined into oblivion, Taichi turned his head to the left to see that Sora was one of those who would be hit first. He felt his instincts take controll over him as he ran toward Sora in hope that he could protect her from the incoming fire. When he got to her, he immediately embraced her to shield her with his own body. The meteors would soon hit them, and Taichi hoped that it'd be quick and not hurt that much.

Taichi closed his eyes as he could feel them coming closer and closer, ready to take the hit for Sora's sake. Sora screamed as the meteors were finally hitting the designated area, and Taichi could hear the meteors slaming themselves down at the cliffs...and yet he didn't feel any pain that he was sure he'd feel. He opened his eyes in surprise to see Sora looking up at something above them in terror. Curious, Taichi turned his eyes up to see Garudamon above them. The bird digimon had arrived just in time, and had bent down to protect them with her large size.

The meteors were slaming down at her back, and the strong force and the burning heat each slamming rock carried with caused Garudamon massive pain. She was trying her hardest to not scream in pain and just endure it for the sake of her human friends. If she gave in to the pain that doubled each time those cursed rocks hit her, Sora and Taichi would become nothing but a smashed and bloody smear on the ground, and she refused to allow that to happen, so she took the pain with all her willforce.

Sora was worried out of her wits for her digimon partner. Garudamon was a strong digimon, but Sora could see that she was being pushed to the limit. The endless bombardment did nothing but cause her pain, and despite that Garudamon was trying her hardest to endure it, it was only a matter of time before she'd give in to the sheer strength of MaloMyotismon's attack.

And then it came. Garudamon could no longer endure the overwhelming, burning pain. After when one last meteor slamed itself on her back, she digidevolved to a tired and weakened Yokomon. But MaloMyotismon's bombardment didn't stop. It continued to bomb the cliffs the Digidestined stood on and the digimon who were doing their best to protect them. The next meteor was already on its way down at the threesome.

"So this's how we meet our end, huh. Than I guess that it means that we failed everyone. I'm sorry, please forgive us for our failure," Taichi somberly thought to himself. This was it; the day he'd finally meet his fate. He prepared himself for it as he closed his eyes again and protected Sora with his body, knowing that it wouldn't help her anyway. Soon, he'd feel that smashing force on his back for just one moment, and then he'd feel nothing. Yet, nothing happened.

Surprised, Taichi opened his eyes and turned them around to see WarGreymon protecting them this time.

"WarGreymon?" a surprised Taichi said.

"Taichi..." WarGreymon started but he found it difficult to continue as those meteors were slaming down at his back. While his armour did protect him, he still felt pain each time one of those burning rocks hit him, and that made it difficult for him to much as talk to his human partner.

"...stay down. This...will...be...over...soon. I ca...can handle...this. Do...don't...worry...for me" WarGreymon finished, his back still getting hit by those meteors. He hoped that it'd be over soon, not only for his friends, but for himself as well. His armour started to crack by the sheer force those meteors brought down at him, and if his armour broke, they all would be done for.

By pure luck, it finally stopped just when WarGreymon's armour was about to break. When the meteor shower stopped, WarGreymon digidevolved to an exhausted Koromon. Taichi let go of Sora to pick up Koromon to see if he was okey.

"Koromon, are you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah...I'm good," Koromon answered with a tired voice.

Taichi smiled, glad to see his digimon partner alive and well, if bruised.

"You did well, Koromon. I'm glad you're ok"

Koromon smiled at his human partner.

"And I'm glad you're ok as well, Taichi. You, Sora and Yokomon," Koromon said as he turned his eyes at Sora and Yokomon. Both girls were looking at the boys with gratitude.

"Thank you for protecting me, you two," Sora said with a smile on her face.

"Yeah...thank you," Yokomon also said with a smile on her face. She wasn't only grateful to Koromon, but to Taichi as well since he tried to shield her best friend with his own body from those rocks.

Before anymore dialogue could appear between the four individuals, a loud, evil laugher cut through the dark landscape, and it caught their attention as they all turned their heads to the source, which once again was MaloMyotismon. They saw that the bloodred beam was gone, but the monster himself remained, looking more amused than he ever was.

"I can't believe it! You bring an entire army here, and yet you still lose to my might! You've grown weak my dear Digidestined! Weak and stupid! This's the saddest thing I've ever seen!" MaloMyotismon mocked the Digidestined, and then chuckled to himself. Those fools might have thought that they'd him there they wanted, but in reality, it was the opposite. After all those brats shot out their light beams at their pets, he knew that it was only a matter of time before they'd arrive to the battlefield to aid their filthy pets, so just to fool them, he'd pretended that the lights had harmed him in order to bait them. To make them come to the Digital World so that he could crush them all in one go.

And whatever if some Digidestined died or not, at least all of their partners were knocked out by his Blood Rain attack so they were unable to stop him now.

In short, he'd sprung a trap and the stupid rats happily took the bait.

Now, no one could stop him.

"Hey, you! We ain't done yet!"

MaloMyotismon looked down at where that challenge came from, and he saw the same brats and their digimon runts who he'd fought from the beginning glaring up at him with the same defiance. He rose an invisible eyebrow in surprise as they looked rather well. The digimon were still in their ultimate forms, and their bruises looked the same, which meant that they hadn't received any new wounds from his Blood Rain attack, but than again, he'd aimed that attack on those on the cliffs, and not on the small valley below as they were on.

"So...still alive I see! Any begging you want to do?!" MaloMyotismon asked them as he grinned gleefully.

"Not to the likes of you!" Takeru answered venomously.

MaloMyotismon just shook his head and chuckled to himself. Those children still didn't get it.

"Still wants to fight, huh? Well, if it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get! My work on the real world is done, so now I can finally do you in as I always wanted to do! I've waited three years for this moment, and I'll not let it slip!" MaloMyotismon said as he cracked his neck to prepare himself for the coming battle.

"Let the battle begin!" MaloMyotismon said while he cracked his claws and grinned a confident grin at the fools who were still willing to continue their pointless fight.

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The remaining digimon knew that they were fighting a hopeless battle. That earlier hope they'd felt before had been crushed by MaloMyotismon's darkness like a bug crushed by a human foot. They'd paid with blood and sweat in this battle, and yet it hadn't been enough. MaloMyotismon had proven himself to be a foe beyond their strength and endurence, and he'd defeated all of their allies, who they'd thought could change the tide of this hard battle, with an attack they thought he didn't possess. The light that was their main source of strength had been useless against that monster, and his darkness had swept it away as if it was only a nuisance. MaloMyotismon was a foe that was unlike anything they'd fought before, and the remaining digimon knew that they likely had already lost this battle, thus how do you beat an enemy who had defeated even death itself on its own game?

The digimon still standing were bruised, tired, wounded and out of any hope for victory, but yet they continued on. Still ready to fight on, because they were the last line of defence of anything good that existed on the worlds. They might fight a lost battle, but their cause still was alive, and that alone gave them the strength to fight on. Their chances for victory might be nil, but they just couldn't let this monster claim his prize without a fight because if they did, tyranny beyond anything that had ever existed before would rule over both worlds, and anything good would die by the poisonous hands of the darkness. So thats why they were still fighting, despite everything that were against them.

"Gate of Destiny!"

"Celestial Arrow!"

"Static Force!"

"Justice Beam!"

"Screaming Darkness!"

Once again, MaloMyotismon protected himself with a shield of darkness that reflected the attacks back to the digimon. This time, however, the digimon got out of the way before they could get hit. They'd learned how MaloMyotismon's defences worked, and so almost had adapted after them. But that didn't mean that the battle had become easier to fight. The digimon were still being pushed to their limits as MaloMyotismon counterattacked

"Crimson Mist!"

That dreaded mist that had melted Mummymon into nothing made its return, this time aimed at MagnaAngemon. MaloMyotismon had figured out that he was the field leader of that petty, pathetic holdout, and that if he was killed, the tiny morale those pests still had would die.

MagnaAngemon felt his heart almost stop in dread as that mist came closer to him, but he did get out of its way before it could hit him. Before he could breathe out in ease, he felt a strong force slamming him at his front, as MaloMyotismon hardly slapped him backhanded. MagnaAngemon flew fast toward one of the cliffs before he hit it. Pain exploded in his body, and specially in his burned wing did it really hurt.

MagnaAngemon's head became dizzy after that slap, and he felt ill. It was difficult for him to see right behind his helmet as the dizziness made it hard for his eyes to see anything in straight lines. He saw colours and figures everywhere, and he'd a hard time remembering the fight. He tried to get out of the hole the impact had created, but the pain and the dizziness caused him to forget that he was high up, and that he'd to fly out. When he sat one foot out of the hole, trying to walk out of it, he fell out of it and down to the ground, causing more pain and dizziness in him.

MaloMyotismon laughed at MagnaAngemon, finding it comical to see him in the state he was.

"You were the one who defeated the leader of the Dark Masters himself, and you can't even take a slap to your face?! You're truely weak!" MaloMyotismon said as he – without even looking – took hold of Shakkoumon's fist before it could hit him at his right cheek. If he could, Shakkoumon would've gasped in shock as he was dumbfounded by what MaloMyotismon just did.

MaloMyotismon turned to the right to see a surprised Shakkoumon in his hold and grinned, finding enjoyment in the shock within Shakkoumon's eyes.

"All of you are weak!" MaloMyotismon finished before he released that disfigured digimon's fist and weakly pushed him toward the cliff. The force was enough to leave an impact when Shakkoumon hit it.

"And do you want to know why you're so weak?! It's because you were created that way by the Sovereigns and their petty order! When they decided to hand you over to those human children, they made sure you would be weaker than the average digimon! And do you know why they did so?! Because you'd be in the hands of humans, and they knew that sooner or later, one of your so called "partners" will use you as their tool for their own ambitions, and one of those ambitions could be the complete conquest of the Digital World, so just in case that ever happens, your powers would be too weak to be any use for them, and it'd also be easier for the Sovereigns to defeat you and your human masters!" MaloMyotismon said to the digimon, hoping that it'd grow the seed of mistrust and doubt between them and the Digidestined.

"You're wrong! We'd never use our partners like that! How can you even believe that we'd ever use them as tools for something horrible like conquering the Digital World?!" Hikari screamed at that monster who had the nerve to claim that she and her friends only saw their digimon partners as simple tools. It shocked the girl to hear someone speak like that, as if they were just like him; greedy psychopaths who wanted nothing but power and dominance. Hikari couldn't imaginate herself or any Digidestined resorting to such evil as world conquest, and even if she could, she couldn't imaginate a Digidestined doing that act on their own free will.

"Oh, but you will! Once your childhood innocence is gone, and you become full grown adult, you'll find yourself hearing those instinct that controls all life telling you to use the digimon for your own advantage! Didn't you ever ask yourself why the Sovereigns recruited you children by force, and not adults like it should be obvious to do, to fight their own war against my kind?! It's because they knew that if they recruited human adults as their warriors, those adults would inevitably ask themselves why they're fighting deadly battles against their own will for some overgrown freaks that claims themselves to be gods, but yet don't dare to defend themselves and their world as they, as gods, should do without any problems! And after they'd asked themselves that, they'd be uncontrollable and start abusing the powers given to them! But you children are still innocent, and so easier for the Sovereigns to control and use!" MaloMyotismon said to Hikari as he punched Silphymon away from his face before he could charge up his next attack, causing the hybrid digimon to fly toward a cliff and painfully hit it.

"That's big talk comming from you! You who have done nothing but abusing your powers! Who're you to claim that we'd do something like that when you and the rest of your kind does nothing but that?!" Takeru screamed at MaloMyotismon with all the hatred he'd toward that monster. How dared it claim that they'd ever become just like it in the future? How the rulers of the Digital World distrusted them and only saw them as simple pawns to cower behind? How humanity at large seemed to be just the same as its own kind?

"Oh, please! Your kind is just like mine! The only difference is that we're literally programmed that way, while you humans have the ability to choose! Everyday, your kind does nothing but abusing, using and destroying each other for petty reasons, all while having the balls to pretend like they're doing that for the good of their species! Hell, your world havn't even been controlled by the darkness for one day, and already it's burning in chaos! It disgust me to say this, but you humans have the potential to become the most powerful species ever, but yet you throw away that potential for petty reasons like political and monetary status, but that's your lost! You'd your chance and you wasted it! Now, it's my turn, and I'll make sure I'll not make the same mistake you kind did!" MaloMyotismon argued to Takeru while he slapped his tail at a charging Angewomon, causing her to fly toward Silphymon, who tried to get out of the hole on the cliff before Angewomon slamed right at him, causing him more pain and almost winding him.

"How can you say something like that?! How can you've such a low opinion on us and humanity itself?! We've done everything we could to help this world, and yet you stand there claiming that all we ever do are for selfish reasons! Like you're so much better than us?! Like everything you've ever done had enriched the lives of others?!" Miyako shouted at MaloMyotismon, utterly disgusted by that monster's arguments about mankind as if they were a bunch of psychos. As if they were just like him.

"You've no right to say something like that! You yourself have done nothing but cause pain and suffering to both worlds, and for what?! Nothing but for power! You've no right to tell us that we're monsters when you're the only monster here! You're the one who brought this war upon the worlds, and caused suffering to both digimon and humans alike! You're the real monster here, and nothing you say will change that! We'll not fall for your words no matter how hard you try to break us with them!" Iori shouted at MaloMyotismon with an unusual highly emotional tone. He knew that he should keep himself calm and collected as usual, but he just couldn't help it. The battle, and all its horrors, had cracked the collected mask he'd hidden behind for most of his life, and the emotional child behind had taken over him as he shouted at MaloMyotismon with disgust, fear and hate in his voice. That monster had done its best crushing Iori's belief that everyone who had done bad could be redeemed, as it was now beyond redemption. And its misanthropic speech disgusted Iori so much that he felt sick to hear it, and it greatly reinforced his belief that some individuals really were evil at heart and only deserved retribution, and MaloMyotismon was the kind of evil who deserved nothing but the ultimate retribution.

"Last time I remember, you were the one who harmed our friends, killed your faithful followers, and almost destroyed the Digital World in your mad quest for power! Your sins are beyond forgiveness and you'll be punished for everything you've done!" MagnaAngemon said to MaloMyotismon. While the Digidestined and MaloMyotismon argued about the true role of the children and the nature of humanity, MagnaAngemon's head had clared its dizziness out, making him to hear what they talked about, and just like the children, he was disgusted to hear what that monster had to say. Who was he to say those poisonous words after what he'd done? Fuelled by righteousness, MagnaAngemon prepared himself for his next attack.

Realizing what MagnaAngemon was about to do, the other digimon quickly caught their wits and charged up as well.

"Gate of Destiny!"

"Celestral Arrow!"

"Static Force!"

"Justice Beam!"

And just like the last time, the attacks shot out of the digimon and toward MaloMyotismon, and just like the last time, and the times before, he was prepared for them.

"Screaming Darkness!"

And a shield of darkness surrounded MaloMyotismon and protected him from the attacks. When the attacks hit the shield, they were reflected back at the digimon, who barely got out of the way. However, MaloMyotismon was quick in charging up his counterattack.

"Alright, enough of this little debate! Screaming Darkness!"

Dark winds shot out of MaloMyotismon and hit the digimon head on. Its strength pulled the defenceless digimon and slammed them at the cliffs once again. The hit almost caused them to lose their consciousness, since MaloMyotismon had used more strength into the attack than before. If MaloMyotismon wanted, he could've killed them all right there, right now, but as he was consumed by his own arrogance, he didn't take the chance. He wanted to play with them some more. He wanted them to lose themselves to despair and defeatism before death. He wanted them to die like the vermins they were, and killing them right now as they were lying there on the ground almost unconsciously would've been too easy and painless for them in his taste. After all the setbacks they'd caused him, they didn't deserve a quick and painless death. No, they deserved a painful, torturous fate, full with despair and agony, and nothing less.

He wanted to see the despair in their eyes before he'd rip their heads off, and as he looked down at the one digimon who endured his attack enough to remain fully conscious, his encitement was running wild inside him as he'd plans about her fate that were more...tasteful than simple gruesome murder.

Angewomon could tell that the battle wasn't in her and her friends' favour. No matter how much they tried, they couldn't even much as sore that demonic creature in digimon skin. They were no longer fighting a battle against evil for the fate of both worlds, but a battle for their own survival. But to flee was out of the question, since she and her friends were the last line of defense, and if they ran away, it'd be the end of all, and she couldn't allow that, no matter how hopeless it was.

Though she didn't know how she could fight her former master when he'd clearly proven himself more powerful than all the Digidestined and their digimon combined. It was obvious to her that MaloMyotismon was just toying with them, treating the battle more of a game than a battle, and that was the only reason why they were still alive. It reminded her of the Digidestined's final battle against Piedmon.

The only difference was that not even Piedmon was as powerful as MaloMyotismon.

Hell, she believed that not even Apocalymon was as powerful as him.

Pain was all she felt after that hard hit. It was in her entire body, and it hurt to even breathe. Fortuantely enough, she was the only one fully conscious, and she'd only her highly pain tolerence, born from a lifetime of hardships, to thank for. As she was fully conscious, she could hear those heavy steps getting closer to her, and by each step, the ground beneath her shook heavily, telling her on likely who was walking toward her.

The steps finally stopped next to her, and then she heard a gleeful voice calling down to her from above, sending chills through her back as she heard the bloodthirst in that voice.

"Hello there, my dear"

Almost frozen with fright, Angewomon looked up to see MaloMyotismon watching her with that horrifying grin on his lips, showing off all those predator-like teeth, and with those soulless eyes which beamed with a hunger which Angewomon's instincts told her wasn't just for her life, but also for something else. What that something else was she didn't know, and she didn't want to know either. In fact, the only thing she wanted now was to be as far away from that beast as possible, as she could feel his evil penetrating to her own soul.

Before she could do anything, MaloMyotismon quickly bent down and picked her up with his left hand. He pulled his prey up so that he could see her face to face, while Angewomon was trying to get out of his grip, but it was impossible. His grip was just too strong for her, and it didn't help that his strength was causing more pain in the already bruised up and wounded digimon.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten about you, my dear. I haven't forgotten your betrayal, or how you shot me in the heart. I took you in when you were out starving in the wildness, alone and without anyone else to help you. I helped you to survive, I helped you digievolve to your next level without resorting to something petty like human aid, I made you my second-in-command, I gave you power, influence and respect, and how did you thank me? By throwing your allegiance to that human maggot and then trying to kill me in cold-blood. Your traitorous act took away my victory, and for the next three years I dreamed of nothing but repaying you back with the worst kind of revenge to exist. I dreamed only on how I'd tear your limbs apart one by one. On how I'd skin you alive, or how I'd boil you alive, or how I'd crush every bone in your body. Oh, there were so many ways I dreamed on how I'd punish you that I lost the count. But I think I found something that will be enough for me," MaloMyotismon ranted at the struggling Angewomon with, at first, a barely restrained, cold tone, as behind that coldness there was a burning, storming rage just waiting to burst out, but as he finished the last sentence off, the familiar glee returned to his voice.

When MaloMyotismon finished the last sentence, Angewomon stopped struggling, looked up at MaloMyotismon's face and, despite of herself, was utterly petrified by that soulpiercing look in his eyes. It was like as if she was his servent again, when he could just look at her and that would've been enough to terrify her into a scared lapdog. The old trauma from that time, which she'd thought was gone after she became Hikari's partner, returned with full force and it made her so terrified that she didn't even blink, as so in fear she was so that she thought if she even moved one inch, her former master would savagely tear her apart.

"What...do you...have in mind?" Angewomon fearfully asked. While she might have the body of a powerful angel, her mind had been reduced to that of the beaten dog from the early part of her life, frightened and scared of her master's whip, and her voice, usually strong and strict but kind and warm, was now nothing but a fearful whimper.

MaloMyotismon chuckled to himself as he enjoyed to hear the shaking terror in his traitorous servent's voice. It didn't matter how her body changed by each digievolution, deep inside her mind, he still was her master, and all he did was reminding that repressed part of her mind of it. He also chuckled as he'd waited for that question, since he'd a very satifying answer to it. Satifying to him, thats it.

"Oh, I've my little idea of punishment for your betrayal. At first, it was just a simple execution, but during my years within Oikawa, I thought out of something that would be so much better. Something more...exciting. And here is a hint of what my plan for you is," MaloMyotismon said to Angewomon, and then he did something that took her by such surprise that she didn't resist.

He licked her.

Yes, MaloMyotismon, the most resilient adversary of the Digidestined, licked Angewomon without caring about those around him, and he didn't just give her a quick lick, like a unsure dog tasting something new, but a prolonged lick that took in the very taste of the shocked digimon. His long tongue took in the taste it got from Angewomon's exposed skin, and MaloMyotismon enjoyed to no end that taste. She tasted like a young human, so good so that for a quick moment, he felt the need to bite her for the red liquid inside. Her skin was so smooth and so tasteful so that it reinforced his craving for what he'd in mind for her, and his excitement became so strong that he barely could control himself.

Angewomon couldn't even eep as so taken by surprise she was by MaloMyotismon's act. Out of everything she'd expected her former master would do, this was not one of them. This act just came out of nowhere, and Angewomon didn't know how to deal with it. What she did know was that she was disgusted by that slimy wetness that came from that one bit of muscle and how it covered her body with it, sending chills through her back, and by that horrible breath that came out of his mouth, which smelled like rotten meat. But most of all, what disgusted her the most was on how he deliberately prolonged his disgusting act. It wasn't a quick act, which was done in a moment. No, it was a prolonged act which took a good minute or two, and MaloMyotismon used his tongue to explore and taste every part of her body, without caring one bit about her dignity or about all those people around who stared at the scene with awe, surprise, disgust, disbelief and something else. When his tongue explored at her more exposed parts of her body, she felt chills running through her back with such force that she thought she'd fly off his claws, but she remained paralyzed. Also, as disgusting and shocking as his act was, Angewomon felt some small part of her inside that actually enjoyed what MaloMyotismon did to her body. She didn't know why there were conflicting emotions inside her about this act, but they were there. Also, her face heated up for some reason, and she didn't know if it'd to do with the position she was at or not.

After MaloMyotismon finished his licking of Angewomon, she got some courage enough to look at his eyes, and she saw how they were sparkling with wild, savage glee, even more than usual, and it creeped her out.

"Why...did you do that?" Angewomon asked her former master, her curiosity winning over her fear.

MaloMyotismon chuckled in amusement, as if he knew she'd ask that question.

"As I mentioned before, I planned to kill you first, but while I shared my years with Oikawa, I got other plans. During my three years with him, I became...familiar with the instincts of the human male. As I became one with Oikawa, I also became one with those primal instincts that humans are made off, and as I became one with them, new desires and fantasies appeared inside my mind. At first I was disgusted by them, considering they were originally human desires, but now they appeal to me. After I became familiar with them, I wanted to test out the fantasies they brought out in me, and you, my dear, has the honour to be my little guinea pig," MaloMyotismon said with that knowing grin on his lips.

Angewomon gasped in sheer shock by what MaloMyotismon just said. Did he really thought of doing that with her? A fellow digimon?

"...no." she wispered, too shocked to bring in more strength in her refusal.

"Well, if not me, than the first thing I'll do when I arrives to the real world is to hand you over as a gift to humans depraved enough to ignore the fact that you're of an entire different species. I'm sure that those humans will be forever grateful to me, no matter what I do to their world or to the rest of their kind, when I hand you over as their pleasure toy," MaloMyotismon said gleefully, so psychotic he'd become that his plans for such unnatural and evil deed did nothing but arouse him.

But Angewomon didn't share his desires. When she finally realized that she heard right on what he just said, and that he'd actually do it on her, she just stared in utter shock at MaloMyotismon. And then her mind played that disgusting scene inside her head, and she saw how his claws were everywhere on her body, taking hold on her more womanly parts with a demanding and greedy grip, on how his tongue was forcing its way down her mouth and roughing up her own tongue in its desire to show its holder's dominance over her, on how her wings were long gone so that she wouldn't escape him when he'd his way with her, and on how his new additional limb was forcing itself down in her most sacred part and doing it like a savage beast controlled by its most primal instincts, his reason and self-controll thrown right out of the window a long time ago.

Needless to say, that fantasy caused nothing but disgust and panic to roam free inside Angewomon's body, and made the usual graceful digimon to act anything but graceful, as she was shaking herself violently in MaloMyotismon's grip in a desperate attempt to free herself, while screaming like a terrified child.

"NO! I'LL NOT BECOME YOUR SLAVE AGAIN, SPECIALLY OF THAT KIND, YOU SICK, PSYCHOPATHIC FREAK! LET ME GO! I'LL NOT BE YOUR PLEASURE TOY SO RELEASE ME NOW! DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME, LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! RELEASE ME DAMMIT! LET ME GO YOU MONSTER OR I'LL BLOW YOUR DAMN HAND OFF!"

But all her panickily resistance did was making MaloMyotismon ever more aroused. As he watched her futile attempt to escape his grip and defile her fate, it made him excited as he was looking foward to the challange of taming her into his new comfort slave. She'd always been a spunky digimon, and taming her the first time was quite the challange, but he'd done it before and he could do it again. And when she was tamed again, she'd enjoy her new job as his pleasure slave, begging for more when he was satified enough with her for the day. Yes, MaloMyotismon's excitement was as high as it could be, and it looked like that he'd force himself upon Angewomon, despite her panickily breakdown, right now, as he neared his face with his tongue out toward the panicked digimon, when suddenly, he felt a stinging pain on the hand he held Angewomon with.

The pain took MaloMyotismon by surprise, and it was powerful enough to cause him to let go of Angewomon as he withdrew his hand to his body and held it tenderly. He looked around to see who dared to disturb his moment with his former servent and earn his eternal wrath, and he saw MagnaAngemon with his glowing sword out and his lips twisted to a sneer of pure hatred toward him.

When MagnaAngemon, along with his friends, was slammed to the cliff by MaloMyotismon's dark winds, he'd almost lost his consciousness and his mind had fought if it should remain awake in the painful reality or give in to the swipping darkness that tempted him with painless bliss and escape from the cruel reality. After a long struggle, he fought off the temptation, as he'd still a battle to fight, despite the pain that waited for him, and after a while, his mind cleared enough to see Angewomon in MaloMyotismon's claws. When he heard what that monster planned to do with her, something inside him finally snapped.

Through the whole day, that monster had tried his patience by the aweful deeds it'd done, and through the whole battle, MagnaAngemon had tried to remain cool and collected, as he knew that an angry mind would only cause mistakes and misjudges for him, but it'd been hard. That monster had done worse deeds in just one day than what the Dark Masters did during their entire reign. But now that he heard what that beast planned to do with Angewomon...it was finally the last drop that MagnaAngemon could take, and now he only saw red. It wasn't enough that this monster had butchered Ken, oh no. Now that monster had the depravity to actually plan to turn Angewomon, MagnaAngemon's closest friend after Takeru, into a slave of that kind. Yes, MagnaAngemon had hung around with humans long enough to know exactely what MaloMyotismon wanted to do with Angewomon, and as mentioned before, it caused him to finally snap.

And now MagnaAngemon was, as the humans say it, pissed off.

When his anger took hold of him, thoughts of death and revenge were all the angel digimon could think off. He wanted blood. He wanted revenge. He wanted both, and by the Sovereigns, he wouldn't stop until he finally had ripped MaloMyotismon's head off right out of his neck and made him pay for all the evil he'd caused in his mad quest for power.

The rage turned out to be one hell of an anesthetic, as MagnaAngemon no longer felt any pain as he hovered in the air, glaring at MaloMyotismon with contempt and hatred.

After he withdrew his hand in pain and surprise, MaloMyotismon looked up with murderous rage on his face, and when he saw MagnaAngemon, he quickly shouted at the angel digimon with an angry, loud voice.

"YOU MISERABLE, LITTLE GNET! WHY DID YOU DO THAT FOR?! I WAS SO CLOSE TO HAVE MY WAY WITH HER, AND YOU JUST HAD TO GET IN THE WAY! YOU LITTLE WORM, I'LL TEAR YOU IN TWO FOR THAT! DID YOU HEAR ME?! I'LL TEAR YOU IN TWO!" MaloMyotismon screamed with all the rage and hatred he had, causing the entire landscape to tremble by the power of his voice and almost busting the eardrums of the Digidestined and their digimon.

But MagnaAngemon wouldn't allow himself to back down to that perverted psychopath. Glaring in defiant rage toward that monster, he came up with his own rant.

"YOU DEPRAVED MONSTER, HOW CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF DOING THAT KIND OF EVIL?! ISN'T IT ENOUGH WITH WHAT YOU'VE DONE ALREADY?! HAVE YOU REALLY SUNKEN SO LOW THAT YOU'D ACTUALLY THINK OF COMMITTING THAT CRIME, AND ON A FELLOW DIGIMON NO LESS?! DO YOU'VE NO SHAME?! FOR JUST THAT I'LL BRING YOU SUCH DEATH THAT YOU'LL BEG ME FOR MERCY, AND FOR EVERYTHING ELSE, I'LL MAKE YOUR DEATH AS PAINFULL AND PUNISHING AS POSSIBLE, JUST LIKE YOU'VE GIVEN TO THE VICTIMS OF YOUR MADNESS!" MagnaAngemon shouted at MaloMyotismon with such anger that it took every Digidestined and digimon alike with surprise, since he was the last one they expected would become so angry that he'd openly shout on how much pain he'd bring to his enemy. Even Takeru was surprised by his partner's sudden display of bloodthrist and need for vengeance. Granted, he too wanted to make MaloMyotismon pay for what he'd done, but still. This was just so out of character for his digimon partner, and it scared Takeru on how things would turn out.

But MaloMyotismon just smirked with a knowing smirk after he heard MagnaAngemon's shout, completely unmoved and unafraid by that little human-looking runt's rant.

"Ah, I get it now. You want her for yourself, don't you? She has become your little girlfriend and you want no one else to take her from you, huh," MaloMyotismon said and then chuckled in amusement before he became serious again, a sneer replacing his smirk.

"Well, you can forget about it now. She was mine before you even met her. I'm just reclaiming what you took from me, and I'll not let you stop me so why don't you stand in line and wait for your turn like a good pet," MaloMyotismon said in a cold tone, hissing like a venomous serpent.

MagnaAngemon, now controlled by a rage he'd never felt before and never thought he would, screamed out a loud war cry and then charged at MaloMyotismon with his sword pointed forward, ready to cut the monster into pieces.

MagnaAngemon attacked with all the rage he had and slashed relentlessy at MaloMyotismon. And it must be working too, since each time he slashed his sword at MaloMyotismon, the monster immediately reacted in pain and shouted in anger. MagnaAngemon's need for venagance was so great that he didn't care that MaloMyotismon was at least twenty-thirty times his size, if not more, and that he was powered up by the powers of darkness, and just kept on attacking him. He didn't tire. He didn't feel pain. He didn't question his own brutality against that monstrous digimon. He didn't become surprised on how much of a different warrior he was in this moment, fueled by his own bloodthirst and hatred, fighting for himself and his need for vengeance rather for the protection of the worlds. He only cared about cutting MaloMyotismon's head off. MaloMyotismon himself was trying to get MagnaAngemon off his back by swinging his claws at him, but MagnaAngemon was too quick and too angry to allow him to get him, and he continued to bring him pain.

But MagnaAngemon's rage was nothing compared to the might of MaloMyotismon's darkness, and MaloMyotismon was becoming more and more irritated by the raging runt's stings. Sure, MaloMyotismon hadn't thought that MagnaAngemon would become this aggressive, and he was at first surprised by the angelic digimon's ferocity, but now that little runt was getting on his nerves. That small digimon's stings might be quick and painful, but his fight was just as futile like a wasp's fight with a full grown human: for all the pain they brought, they weren't enough to actually harm, less defeat, MaloMyotismon, and after several failed attempts to get rid of MagnaAngemon, he concentrated himself at the runt as he was about to attack him again, and waited for the right moment.

MagnaAngemon was right about to cut MaloMyotismon again. He didn't wonder if his attacks were actually making any difference in his fight against that psychopath. As so long that monster reacted in pain each time he sliced at him, it was enough for the enraged digimon to believe that he'd kill that monster soon if he kept attacking, and so he did, clinging to his hope that this battle would soon end, with that disgusting beast dead and all its crimes repaid. But unfortuantely, MaloMyotismon was prepared for him, and when he was near enough, MaloMyotismon saw his chance and took it.

It happened so fast that MagnaAngemon didn't have the time to see it, no less move away before he was caught. When he was close enough to MaloMyotismon, the dark digimon quickly moved his right arm, not for swinging MagnaAngemon away like before, but to catch him, and before he knew it, MagnaAngemon was in MaloMyotismon's grip, like Angewomon was some moments ago.

MaloMyotismon's grip was getting stronger as he twirled his claws harder around MagnaAngemon, who now couldn't breathe well due to the near crushing strength. He tried to get out of MaloMyotismon's grip by pushing his claws away from him, but it was impossible. MaloMyotismon was just too strong from him, and it didn't help that the more strength he used to try get himself off, the more strength MaloMyotismon used in his grip. When he thought that he'd pass out or worse by the near strangulation, MagnaAngemon used the little energy he'd to look up, and he saw MaloMyotismon's face, and that familiar, nightmarish grin plastered on it. MaloMyotismon's eyes beamed with a hawk-like triumphant, like a predator that caught its well-earned prey, and MagnaAngemon felt his dread replacing his anger as he looked at those soulless eyes. Behind those eyes, he only saw an endless madness. An endless darkness that could bring entire worlds to ruins. Darkness that could bring even the mightiest empires to their kneels.

"Caught you," MaloMyotismon said with that same glee from before, but with a more playful tone to it, and then he threw MagnaAngemon toward one of the cliffs. When MagnaAngemon hit the cliff, pain exploded inside his body like a bomb, and he would've screamed if he didn't become winded. Instead, his body gagged heavily, and only after a moment could he finally breathe, right when he thought he was a gonner, and with the air, he produced mournful cries as the pain was unimaginable. If was like if someone had hit him with a huge sledgehammer, made of the hardest metal. The rage was now gone, and with it the painkilling effect it'd on his body, and dread took its place. His survival instincts were screaming in alarm, but his mind still had to recover from what he gazed at a moment ago.

In the midst of his mournfull crying, MaloMyotismon picked MagnaAngemon from the hole at the cliff that his throw had created, and then he started to slam MagnaAngemon head-first at the cliff without stopping or giving him time to recover.

"One!" MaloMyotismon counted after he slammed MagnaAngemon at the cliff the first time.

"Two!" he counted again as he slammed MagnaAngemon the second time, almost immediately after the first slam.

"Three!" he counted again after the third slam, and it went on like that, with MaloMyotismon loudly counting each time he slammed MagnaAngemon.

"STOP IT! STOP IT! RELEASE HIM AT ONCE, YOU SICK BASTARD! RELEASE HIM OR I'LL MAKE YOU PAY, YOU FILTHY PSYCHOPATH! STOP IT AND GIVE MY PARTNER BACK!" Takeru screamed in both rage and terror. He was terrified beyond all rational thought that it'd be like the battle against Devimon again, so terrified that he actually was trying to attack MaloMyotismon by himself, and it was only because of Miyako and Hikari holding him from doing anything stupid that he could only scream at that monster. He was trying to get loose of their grips so that he himself could kill that wretched animal with his bare hands, and save MagnaAngemon before it'd be too late, so enraged and terrified Takeru was that he didn't care that he was but a mere insect compared to MaloMyotismon's might.

The girls were holding Takeru from doing a suicide charge with all their strength. They remembered on how Daisuke did what Takeru was trying to do now, and how he brutally suffered the consequences by his irrational act, and they wouldn't let Takeru make the same mistake. Sure, they too were worried for MagnaAngemon and wished they could do anything to save him, but there were nothing they could do. Both girls knew that compared to MaloMyotismon, they were nothing.

"Takeru, stop! You just going to kill yourself if you attack him! He's too strong for you! He's just gonna step on you, and thats it, you're dead! Please calm yourself down!" Hikari pleaded to the enraged animal that was her best friend, trying to reason with him and make him see the suicidal recklessness in what he was trying to do. She hoped that he'd calm himself down, because he was pretty physically strong, and she'd much difficulty holding him back. Hikari was sure that if it wasn't for Miyako's help, Takeru would've tossed her aside like nothing and then take MaloMyotismon head on in a desperate attempt to save his partner.

"I'LL NOT CALM MYSELF DOWN! HOW CAN I CALM MYSELF WHEN MY BEST FRIEND IS GETTING PUMMELED LIKE THAT! I'VE TO SAVE HIM BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE SO LET ME GO! DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME HIKARI?! LET ME GO!" Takeru screamed at her like a wild animal, causing Hikari to almost lose it. Never had she ever seen Takeru like this, never as this enraged as he was now, and to see him scream right at her broke her heart. She never thought that Takeru, her best friend and protector, would ever reveal himself having such anger inside him, and she almost broke right there when she received his full rage. She was still trying to hold Takeru back when he kept trying to attack MaloMyotismon after his shout at her, but it was like holding a crazed dog back, and it didn't help that she herself was almost at the breaking point. The battle had been very emotionally exhausting, and all its evil had almost pushed her mind to the brink of insanity. This was more than what she could endure, and she could feel the despair slowly consuming her. Oh, she wished that both Ken and Daisuke were here with Imperialdramon, than maybe they would've won this battle by now.

"Are you nuts?! Do you plan to waste your life away when you should know that you don't stand a ghost of a chance against him?! He'll crush you like a bug if you try to take him down!" Miyako said to Takeru, who just refused to calm himself down. She'd tried to say it with her usual bossy tone, but it'd failed and sounded like a bad parody of it, showing how truely terrified she herself was. Things had completely gone to the gutter, and it was obvious that the monster was just toying with them, and Miyako knew that the moment he become bored of them, it'd be game over for them in a second. Plus, Takeru was just as terrifying as that monster right now, with his downfall to animalistic panic and rage. The blond-haired boy was nothing like her friend. He was now a crazed, wild animal that sooner or later would rip her and Hikari apart if they didn't release it. Takeru's breakdown scared Miyako witless, and she would've been petrified by his rage the same way she was when she witnessed Daisuke's familiar form of rage if the sistuation didn't force her to push back that part of her fear. But she didn't know how long she could repress it, when it still was lurking in the corner of her soul, ready to jump out and consume her, and with Takeru getting more aggressive by each second...

"I DON'T CARE! MAGNAANGEMON NEEDS ME AND I'VE TO SAVE HIM! HE'LL DIE IF I DON'T SAVE HIM SO DAMMIT MIYAKO LET OFF ME! I MUST SAVE HIM AND I CAN'T DO IT WHEN YOU HARLOTS ARE HOLDING ME BACK LIKE THIS! RELEASE ME AT ONCE!" Takeru screamed back at Miyako, who along with Hikari was shocked to hear such profanity from Takeru, the last person they ever expected would use such ugly word.

Iori was watching Takeru's berserking behavior, and it terrified him so much that he couldn't even tremble, like a deer on the road facing a speeding car. This was the first time Iori ever saw this animalistic side of Takeru, and it cut through his soul with such sharping force to see his surrogate big brother reduced to this wild, savage, bloodthirty animal. Sure, he'd seen the darker side of Takeru before, but never had he seen this monstrous savagery from him, and Iori could only stare in utter disbelief at the wild animal snarling and roaring in the girls' grips. That was not Takeru, but something entirely else. Takeru wouldn't ever allow himself to sink this deep in his hatred toward dark digimon. Iori refused to believe it was Takeru he was watching going berserk, but yet he knew that it really was Takeru he was watching with such fear and dread. He knew deep inside that he was watching the real side of Takeru Takashi, the side which he'd hidden behind friendly smiles and politeness for so long.

"...and fifthy!" MaloMyotismon counted as he slammed MagnaAngemon one last time before he stopped with his relentless pummeling. He then dropped the angelic digimon and let him fall to the ground.

MagnaAngemon felt very ill. After that beating, he felt like something would burst right out of his head. The pain was pounding inside his head non-stop and made him feel like he'd throw up everything he'd eaten for the last week. His limbs hurt so much that he couldn't even more an inch without having pain exploding in his body. Some of his wings were burned and likely broken. His breathing produced a weird, raspy sound, and it hurt to do so, which scared him. His mind was in a dizzy state and was fighting if it should shut down or not.

That decision was made for him, as he was still painfully laying on the ground, feeling everything but well...he saw MaloMyotismon's foot above him, soon about to step on him and crush him like a bug. MagnaAngemon quickly reacted, and through his pain and dizziness he caught MaloMyotismon's foot just in time, but now he was struggling to keep it above him as that foot slowly pushed itself down at him, determent to crush him once and for all. If it'd been any other creature, MaloMyotismon would've crushed it without any resistance, but since MagnaAngemon was a creature of light, he was more resilient against MaloMyotismon's strength, but that didn't say much. His strength too weak after a hard and hopeless fight, MagnaAngemon couldn't no longer resist the strength of that gigantic foot, and it was on top of him. All it needed to do was to crush his armor and MagnaAngemon would be done for it.

He could feel his armor giving in to that giant foot's strength, and his arms were too weak to push it away from him. Knowing that his fate was imminent, MagnaAngemon closed his eyes, ready to accept it and face it with the dignity of a warrior of righteousness.

"So this is the end...well, end of us, but not the end of our cause...you might win this battle, but others will fight on...and you'll be defeated...and your evil destroyed...sorry Takeru...please forgive me."

This was it. The moment MaloMyotismon had waited for. The moment when his victory was complete, and it'd be so when he finally crushed this worm beneath his foot. That creature was the only thing that inspired the other parasites to fight on even when it was obvious that he'd won, and when he was dead, the others would lose themselves in despair, and that would make them too much of easier preys to kill. Just one little squash, and thats it, everything would finally be his.

"Come on. Die. Die," MaloMyotismon said to that little worm beneath his foot who still was resisting his might, his voice filled with an unnatural form of bloodthirst. He was shaking with excitement, and his eyes beamed with gleeful, vengeful sadism. Three years he'd waited for this. Three years as nothing but a ghost he'd endured, his desire for revenge against the brats responsible for his defeat the only thing that kept his will going. Three years as nothing he'd endured, thanks to those filthy apes who ruined everything. They'd ruined everything, and now they'd finally pay for what they'd done. This was the moment his revenge would finally be his, and he'd enjoy it to the fullest.

But he didn't get to enjoy his soon-to-be revenge, since he felt a heating force attacking him from behind. The attack snapped MaloMyotismon out of his concentration on killing MagnaAngemon, and it threw him out of balance, completely taken by surprise. The one who attacked MaloMyotismon was no other than Shakkoumon.

Unlike Angewomon and MagnaAngemon, Shakkoumon became fully unconscious after he hit the cliff, and he woke up just resently, just in time to see MagnaAngemon beneath MaloMyotismon's foot. He'd reacted quickly, determent to save his friend, and shot out his Justice Beam at that psychotic freak just when he'd crush MagnaAngemon. His quick reaction saved MagnaAngmon's life just in time

MagnaAngemon felt that crushing force disappear from him, and he saw MaloMyotismon almost falling down to the ground before he caught his balance. Seeing his opportunity, MagnaAngemon immediately shot off the ground and flew away from MaloMyotismon, who looked at him with surprise and disbelief. Even if it hurt like hell, MagnaAngemon flapped his wings to get away from MaloMyotismon as fast as possible

"Why don't you pick a fight with someone of your own size!" Shakkoumon said in a cocky tone, his confidence boosted by his succeessful hit...which immediately disappeared when he heard MaloMyotismon's enraged roar.

MaloMyotismon's surprise had quickly turned into a rage that only a being like him could feel. He was so close to finally end this little charade, and that misfigured, overgrown piece of barely-sentient trash just had to get in his way. That freak ruined his fun, and now MaloMyotismon was enraged beyond rational thoughts. His rage came out in a load roar that shook the entire landscape with its strength, and terrified Shakkoumon and everyone else witless. He was so damn close, and that slavish digimon denied him his well-deserved revenge, just when he'd claim it. Thats it, he'd tolerated their little, pathetic, hopeless struggle long enough. If they wanted a fight, he'd grant them that. No more playing or toying around, now he'd teach them how his kind truely fight.

Shakkoumon's ears almost busted by the sheer strength in that enraged monster's roar, and even if he covered his ears, the roar still got through. The roar was completely unnatural, and its strength was of such force that Shakkoumom actually could feel the darkness that came out of it. He could feel the frustration, the rage, the bloodlust and every dark feeling that came out, and it felt like they'd consume him like a raging tsunami consuming a primitive village. He could feel the endless hatred toward eveything and everyone, a hatred that didn't know any borders and surpressed even those of the universe itself. All that negativity was nothing Shakkoumon ever had felt before, and its limitless strength terrified him so much that he thought he'd snap any moment soon and never escape from the bottomless pit of insanity. Oh goodness, how could just one being possess so much darkness? How was it even possible that MaloMyotismon's hatred was of such nature that it was more like a unstoppable force than an actual feeling.

The roar stopped, and when Shakkoumon looked up, he saw MaloMyotismon running toward him in a feral, crazed way; his back hunched and his arms pointed foward with his claws out. His mouth was twisted in an enraged sneer, and all those sharp teeth revealed themselves in their fullest size, ready to tear limbs off. His eyes were burning with all consuming rage and hatred, and it gave MaloMyotismon the appearence of a berserking animal who didn't have any form of sentience, reason or rationality in him. Nothing but an all-consuming hunger for carnage. Shakkoumon didn't even have the time to mutter "oh crap" before MaloMyotismon was upon him and, without hesitation, started to pummel him with his bare hands.

MaloMyotismon didn't stop with his pummeling of Shakkoumon. He punched and punched and punched at Shakkoumon relentlessy, and by each punch, he used more of his hatred to make it hurt more. That was all he lived for: hatred. He was created by hatred, he was made for hatred, he was controlled by hatred, and his hatred was now stronger than ever. He'd not stop until that thing was nothing but a memory, and so he continued to punch at Shakkoumon like a crazed, psychotic animal, causing much shock and pain in the towering digimon, all while he was screaming and shouting.

"HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?! YOU WANTED TO FIGHT, DIDN'T YOU?! WELL, GET UP AND FIGHT! COME ON, YOU PATHETIC, DISGUSTING, WEAK DISGRACE OF A DIGIMON, FIGHT BACK! IF YOU WANT TO BE A SLAVE TO THAT APE OF YOURS, THAN GET UP AND FIGHT ME! I'LL DESTROY YOU AND RIP YOUR LIMBS OFF ONE BY ONE! AND THEN I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND KEEP IT AS MY TROPHY! I'LL MAKE YOU SUFFER, AND YOU'LL BEG FOR DEATH BEFORE I'M DONE WITH YOU!"

MaloMyotismon was so concentrated on making Shakkoumon suffer by his hands that he didn't see Shilphymon preparing himself to save Shakkoumon from his wrath.

"Static Force!" Shilphymon cried out when he released his attack, hoping it'd may be enough to save Shakkoumon, though inside, he doubted that.

The attack hit MaloMyotismon on his back, and it didn't even burn or sting him. All it did was telling MaloMyotismon that one of the other worms was trying to stop him, which he wouldn't tolerate. He immediately turned around and caught the surprised hybrid in his claws. And then he roared right at Shilphymon's face.

The roar was so terrifying that Shilphymon was frozen in sheer terror when he received its full strength. Never had he ever heard such an indigimon sound like this monster's demonic roar that made his limbs feel like jelly, and he couldn't even breathe in his paralyzed panic.

After he finished with his roar, MaloMyotismon threw Shilphymon away, and then he started to rant in his anger.

"Why do you even try?! Face it, you're done! The only reason why you're still alive is because I allowed you to live so far, and that only because your petty struggle did nothing but entertain me! But now you're nothing but an irritation! Did you hear me?! You're nothing! I won this battle before it even begun. Hell, I won this battle before you brats got in the way the first time! You think you're noble heroes, but you all are just a bunch of weak-willed, manipulated slave soldiers, with only death waiting for you! You're nothing but a bunch of hairless apes selfishly wishing to keep everything for yourselves, without knowing how truely pathetic and insignificent you are!" MaloMyotismon ranted to the Digidestined in his anger, not paying attention that Shakkoumon was slowly recovering from his shock.

Shakkoumon had a such terrible headache. It felt like something had smashed his head in and left one huge hole on it. Nearly unconscious after all that beating, everything he saw was blurry and miss-shapen, and the corners were covered in darkness, threatening to cover his eyes entirely. Not to mention that his entire body was aching and that he felt like he'd pass out any moment soon. Needless to say, this wasn't one of his best days. This easily won the winning prize as his worst day ever in his life.

"Man...my head hurts. Hurts so much. Wish this all would be over. I want to go home now," Shakkoumon thought in his less than optimistic mood. Oh goodness, what did he do to deserve this?

But fortunately for him, MaloMyotismon's angry rant gave him time to recover from his near-unconsciousness, as that monster wouldn't stop himself. When Shakkoumon's dizziness was somewhat gone, he could almost clearly see MaloMyotismon on top on him, and he wondered why that psycho didn't continue with his berserking pummeling at him. Thats it, until he saw that MaloMyotismon was spending his time having a temper tantrum at everyone else but him, screaming and ranting like an inmature child. And he was only using cliché sentiences that beings like him like to use; like how he was unstoppable, how they were useless and nothing compared to him, and so on, so it wasn't exactly any entertaining for Shakkoumon to hear.

"Man, that guy has some serious issues", Shakkoumon snarkly thought to himself. Who could believe it? For all his might, he was just another weirdo who needed special help, and Shakkoumon was tired of allowing that sicko to push them around like that. He'd kick that psycho's sorry tail, but first he needed to get his heavy behind off him.

Focusing himself at the maniac, Shakkoumon gathered enough energy in his bruised body to shoot out another Justice Beam, in hope it'd be enough to force MaloMyotismon out of him. Though it was rather blurry, Shakkoumon could clearly see where MaloMyotismon's head was, and he aimed at the only weakness he was sure that steroid junkie had.

"Justice Beam!" Shakkoumon cried out as he shot out his attack, and MaloMyotismon, who stopped his ranting when he heard the cry, turned his face toward Shakkoumon and before he knew it, he felt a burning, heavily coloured beam hitting at his right eye. The pain was unimaginable as the beam burned away his eye, and the dark digimon jumped off Shakkoumon while screaming and twisting in pain and anger, his claws instinctively holding on the burned mark that used to be his right eye.

When that psychopath went off him like a rocket after one of his ugly eyes became barbecue, Shakkoumon was trying to get up, but he hardly could do it. The entire battle had pushed him through his limits, and his lucky hit had taken almost all of the energy he'd left, so now he was both extremely tired and exhausted, with barely enough energy to crawl, less continue this battle.

"Ah man, this is not my lucky day today," Shakkoumon thought after his attempts to get up only caused his body to ache even more. But he wasn't the digimon who gave up that easily, so after he bit the bullet, he forced himself to get up, and after some difficulty, he was finally on his feet. But it hurt like hell to even stand up, and when he limpered slowly toward that screaming maniac, pain exploded inside him by each step he took. After just a few steps, he'd to face the fact that it was hopeless. If he could barely walk due to the pain, how the hell was he supposed to fight MaloMyotismon, when all he suffered from was just a burn that likely only made him more angrier?

"Ah, what the hell. I'm done. We're all done. We just have to face it: that psycho has won, and we've lost, so it's so over for us. With this aching pain, there's no way I can beat him now. We all may well write our last testaments. Oh, Daisuke, you may be a tough kid, but you were sadly wrong this time. We can't beat this maniac, he's too strong for us. If only you, Ken and Imperialdramon were here to help us, than maybe we could," Shakkoumon thought to himself, his spirit ready to sink itself to the pit of despair. It was now only a waiting game before that psychopath would stop with his screaming and kicking around, and crush them the moment he turned back his pissed off attention at him and his friends.

"Friends," a familiar voice said behind Shakkoumon, who looked around to see MagnaAngemon. Shakkoumon would've been elated to see his friend still alive and at his side in their final stand if it wasn't how terrible MagnaAngemon looked. Bruises and wounds that would've been bleeding horrible if MagnaAngemon was a organic creature were married to his body. His cracked armour was way beyond repairs, and his torn clothes got a lot of tears. Some of MagnaAngemon's wings were bent and out of place, and one of them had a really nasting looking burn that smelled horrible, like deeply burned skin. The feathers of that wing were almost all burned away. It only remained as an ugly, bad-smelling, almost bare limb, and it looked so horrible that Shakkoumon couldn't help but cringe in disgust. How could MagnaAngemon possible remain in the air in his condition? Well, based on MagnaAngemon's clenching teeth and tense breathing, it wasn't easy for him since he obviously was in greater pain than Shakkoumon, and he likely remained in the air only through sheer force of will.

"Friends," MagnaAngemon said again through his tense, painful breathing, trying to gain their attention for what he'd to say to them. His friends heard his summoning despite that aweful screaming from their enemy and gathered around him. Shakkoumon, Angewomon and Shilphymon were next to him, ready to hear him out, trying to repress the feelings of disgust they got when they saw MagnaAngemon's heavily burned wing.

"Friends...we've to...face it. We can't...beat him...ind...indi...individually. He's too...strong," MagnaAngemon said, each word a great challange for him to produce.

"Like we havn't noticed. Trying to beat him is like trying to punch through a brick wall in your rookie level. I don't know about you guys, but I'm out and I don't know what we can do now," Shakkoumon said to MagnaAngemon, unaware what he was going to with his summoning.

"Well...I've...actually...an idea...how to...stop him," MagnaAngemon said to Shakkoumon, hoping it'd bring some hope to his demoralized comrades.

"Like what?" Shakkoumon asked, unsure if whatever plan MagnaAngemon had would actually help them at this point.

"Angewomon," MagnaAngemon suddenly called for his female counterpart.

"Yes?" Angewomon meekly asked her male counterpart, her face grimacing in both shock and worry.

"Do you...rem...ember...how we...beat...him first...time?" MagnaAngemon asked Angewomon, trying to make his sentiences short as it hurt to speak even one word.

"Yes" Angewomon said with a little more confidently, believing where MagnaAngemon was going to.

"What if...we...use...the same...tactic...again. Might...work," MagnaAngemon continued, hoping she'd see his plan that might can save them.

"You think it'll work? He's obviously more powerful than the first time, and we're fewer now, so are you sure of it?" Angewomon asked, unsure if MagnaAngemon's plan would help them this time.

"We...must try. The...only option...we've...left," MagnaAngemon answered.

"Alright, than lets try it out," a now determined Angewomon said. After her "moment" with MaloMyotismon, she'd spent the rest of the battle just staring in shell shock, as the trauma had been to much for her and caused her to shut down mentally, but now her determination had returned, and she'd fight on with every bit of the energy she'd left. And if she died, at least it'd be better than suffer that kind of fate.

"Alright. This is...how we...do. She'll...do her...Holy Air...and we'll...use all...our...energy...to form attacks...and aim them...at the...ring...so that...she can...use them...for her...next attack...on him," MagnaAngemon managed to explain to Shakkoumon and Shilphymon on their roles in his plan.

"Hey, wait a minute. If we use all our energy for the next step in your plan, don't we risk to digidevolve to our rookie levels, if not in-training levels?" Shakkoumon asked, thinking that MagnaAngemon's plan sounded more like a desperate last gambit than an actual plan.

"Thats the risk we've to take. We're already losing this fight and if it continues the way as before, we'll surely lose. But if we follow MagnaAngemon's plan, than maybe we've a chance," Angewomon answered for MagnaAngemon, since he already was in enough pain to answer himself.

"Well, I don't know if it'll really work, but I'll play along. It's not like we've any choice," Shakkoumon said, accepting the fact that MagnaAngemon's plan was the only thing that could push the battle to their favor.

"Ok. Angewomon...are you...ready?" MagnaAngemon asked his female counterpart.

Angewomon nodded. She then rose her arms up to the dark sky and gathered energy to pull off her Holy Air.

"Holy Air!" she cried out, and out of her up-pointed arms came a pink-coloured ring of glowing light that shot up to the dark sky, ready to consume the energy from the others' attacks and use it for the next step in their plan.

"Ok...guys...are you...ready?" MagnaAngemon asked Shakkoumon and Shilphymon.

"Count me on," Shakkoumon answered back, his despair replaced by hope and determination.

"Ok. Lets...do it," MagnaAngemon said and then he gathered up all the energy he'd left for his attack.

"Gate of Destiny!"

"Justice Beam!"

Shilphymon didn't hear what his comrades discussed, and that was because his hearing became heavily damaged by MaloMyotismon's up-close roar. That roar was beyond what his ears could endure, and it'd damaged them enough so that he was basically deaf now. He didn't hear MagnaAngemon's summoning when he called for him and the others, and only appeared next to the angel digimon when he saw the others comming up to him. As the others discussed MagnaAngemon's plan, he could only look in confusion and wonder what they talked about. When Angewomon shot out her Holy Air, he only stared in wonder of what she planned to do. But when the others shot out their attacks toward that pink, glowing ring, he figured out that whatever his friends' plan was, he should try to follow their examples, and even if it looked weird that they attacked Angewomon's glowing ring instead of MaloMyotismon, he gathered up energy for his own attack.

"Static Force!"

And so all the three attacks hit the inside of the glowing ring, causing it to charge up with strong, green-colured, electric energy. However, the energy required to form those attacks was literally all the three digimon had left, and without it, they could no longer remain in their ultimate levels and they digidevolved to their in-training levels. The last thing MagnaAngemon did before he digidevolved to Tokomon was thinking one last thought of goodwill to Angewomon.

"Good luck"

And then he and his weakened comrades fell toward the ground, a fall that likely would kill them in their digidevolved, bruised and wounded bodies, but fortuantely, their human partners were quick on their feet and caught their digimon partners.

"Tokomon, are you ok?" Takeru asked his digimon partner, worried out of his mind for Tokomon's well-being.

"Please don't let it be like Devimon again! Please answer me!"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just need sleep," Tokomon weakly answered to Takeru, who smiled in happiness, knowing that Tokomon would be ok.

"Upamon, are you alright?" Iori asked his digimon partner, also worried out of his mind for Upamon's well-being. When MaloMyotismon beat Shakkoumom up, Iori was absolutly horrified that Shakkoumon would suffer the same fate Ken and Wormmon did, and if he hadn't been raised in such strictly, disciplined way by his family, he likely would've gone crazy like Takeru did. And now in the state Upamon was in, Iori was afraid that Upamon might not answer him.

"Yeah, I'm ok. Just need some food, and I'll be on my feet again," Upamon answered back to Iori, trying to keep up an upbeat front despite the pain he was in.

"After this is over, I'll give you all the food you want," Iori ensured his digimon partner, his mind eased by his partner's attempt of humor.

"Poromon, please answer me. Are you alright?" Miyako asked her partner, worried for his well-being. Poromon was still nearly deaf, and he couldn't hear Miyako's question.

"What?" Poromon asked, and Miyako answered him with something. He didn't hear what she said, and he was too tired to actually care right now. After that battle, he needed some rest.

"Sorry Miyako, but I can't hear you, and I need to rest right now," Poromon said, falling into a slumber.

"Now it's all up to me," Angewomon thought to herself, reading herself for her part. Her eyes concentrated themselves toward that monster who still was screaming in pain, nothing but icy and cold hatred reflecting from her beautifully blue-coloured orbs.

MaloMyotismon was in a massive pain, and that pissed him off, big time. After that mutant freak's sneak attack, his right eye was now nothing but history. Where his right eye once was, there was now only a burn that hurt like shit, and the pain caused his hatred to become ten times more stronger than it already was. How dared that freak attack him like that? How dared he cause him pain? How dared he burn away his eye? The stomach of that insignificent piece of shit. Once his pain was dulled enough, he'd make that bastard regret the day it was ever created.

"Dammit it hurts! Why didn't I finished that overgrown piece of shit off before I ranted?! That mongrel and his intervension, if it wasn't for him, I'd still have my eye! When I get my claws on him, I'll tear him limb by limb, and then I'll kill the rest, and I'll make their deaths as painfull as they can be! Dammit it hurt so much!"

"Celestral Arrow!" MaloMyotismon heard behind him, and he turned around to see what was happening, ignoring the burning pain for the moment. He saw Angewomon pointing at him with her bow, and electric energy comming out the glowing ring and charging up in her other arm, forming into an arrow of light for her to use. As she prepared to shoot, alarm immediately took over MaloMyotismon's mind. He remembered the last time that arrow pierced through his heart, and that was something he didn't want to experience again. That event had made its scar on his mind, and as it looked like her attack would cause a lot of damage, he couldn't help but tremble before it.

"You're going to shoot me again?" MaloMyotismon asked, somewhat fearful of how Angewomon would answer.

"Yes, I will," Angewomon coldly answered, her voice thick with disgust for that creature of darkness and his half-burned face.

"Ah, come on now. You don't need to do this. You've always been my favorite subordinate. Your skills and compentence were something that I took much pride into, and even if you've betrayed me, I still remember how fiercely loyal you once were, and how much of my successes were thanks to you, my dear. Listen here; if you pull down that bow of yours, get on your kneels and ask for my forgiveness and a chance to return to your former place as my second-in-command, I promise that I'll not only spare you, but I'll also spare your new human partner, her brother and her family!" MaloMyotismon promised to his former minion, and one would be surprised to know that he actually was sincere with his promise. He actually planned to keep his promise to Angewomon, if only due to entirely selfish, pragmatic reasons.

The reason for Angewomon was not just because he wanted to test out his new-found human-like desires on her, but also because her skills were something he would've use of in the comming war. The reason for her human filth of a partner was because she possessed a gift that was beyond any value. A gift that would help him reach unlimited powers of divinity, to make him a God amongst mortals.

And about that loudmouthed, retarded, spiky-haired brother of hers, and the rest of her pathetic family...well, he promised that he wouldn't kill them. Nothing about that they wouldn't.

Angewomon sneered when she heard that monster's so-called promise. She'd served that dark being long enough to know how deceitful he was and how his promises were worth less than dirt, and she wouldn't let herself fall for it. Not again. Without anymore hesitation, she let go of the arrow, and it flew toward MaloMyotismon in a fast speed.

MaloMyotismon's half-burned face paled as the arrow was getting closer to him, and he'd only enough time to pull his right arm up to protect himself before the arrow hit him, piercing though his arm and starting to electrify his body.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" MaloMyotismon screamed as the pain caused by that electric arrow went wild in him. Even if it hurt less than the last time, it still hurt him a lot. But the pain didn't last that long as the arrow, like before, exploded in a bright, all-consuming light.

"BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!"

The explosion almost consumed the entire landscape, and lightened up the dark sky with such blinding strength that the Digidestined and their partners were forced to cover their eyes, even Hikari and Angewomon. However, covering her eyes was the last thing Angewomon did before she digidevolved to Nyaromon. Just like her friends, she too used all of her remaining energy to make her attack, and now she couldn't remain in her ultimate level. She fell toward the ground, her eyes still closed, and she could feel the weightlessness in her stomach as she fell. Thinking that this was it, she prepared herself mentally for the slam, hoping it'd be quick. However, she felt something take hold of her before she could hit the ground. Something solf and tendering. Curious, Nyaromon opened her eyes, and she saw the one who saved her.

"Hikari?" Nyaromon said, surprised.

"Yeah, it's me. Are you alright?" Hikari asked, worried for her digimon partner's well-being.

"I'll be fine," Nyaromon answered, too prideful to say anything else. "Is he gone?"

"I think so. I don't see him at least," Hikari answered, unsure if her partner's attack actually worked. The landscape became dark again after the explosion, and where MaloMyotismon used to stand, only dust could be seen. Since she didn't actually see MaloMyotismon die, she couldn't be sure if they actually defeated him. But surely they just did that. Not even he could've survived that blast, right?

The other Digidestined and their digimon partners asked themselves the same question: did they win? They couldn't see MaloMyotismon, only dust everywhere. But surely they just won, right? Afterall, that was one big, powerful explosion, and not even MaloMyotismon could've survived that. It was just impossible for him to survive that, it just was. That was what they though to themselves, trying to calm their worries down. The battle had put them to the edge, and the sheer evilness they'd witnessed from MaloMyotismon had shocked them to the core. Thinking that it was impossible for him to survive that explosion was a good way to calm down their nerves, if just little.

And so was Hikari thinking, hoping that their struggle finally paid off. Hoping that the sacrifice Ken, Wormmon, Daisuke and Veemon had paid with was not wasted.

But then she felt it.

The hatred.

The endless hatred that came out in waves from the dust, feeling like they'd drown her like an unstoppable tsunami.

Hikari was frozen with sheer terror. She knew where all that hatred came from, or more likely who it came from. She couldn't believe it. How could they've failed despite all their efforts? Despite all their sacrifices?

"No," Hikari fearfully whispered, too shocked and terrified to use a louder tone.

"What?" Nyaromon asked, hearing what Hikari whispered and not liking how pale and fearful she suddenly looked.

But Hikari didn't answer. The hatred that she felt easily surpressed anything else she'd ever felt before, and like a raging storm it felt like it'd twist and turn and rip her into pieces with ruthless aggression, as she felt the endless rage and bloodlust that came with the hatred. Like sharp teeth it cut through to the deepest parts of her heart and soul, and it caused her to become panicky paralyzed, as the hatred was of such strength it almost put the darkness from the Dark Ocean to shame.

"Hikari, what's wrong?" Takeru asked, frightened by Hikari's paralyzed, frozen state and the fearful look on her sudden pale face.

Without looking at Takeru, Hikari slowly pulled up her finger and pointed foward, her eyes wide with fear.

Takeru looked at where Hikari pointed at, and he immediately paled at the sight, his face grimacing with denial and horror.

The dust had cleared down, and the very being of their enemy showed itself to the shocked Digidestined. Indeed, MaloMyotismon had survived the explosion, though not unharmed. Where his right arm used to be, only a stump of a limb remained, and burns covered on him everywhere. He felt massive pain in his blown-up limb, but he didn't pay any attention to it. His remaining eye glared at the Digidestined, a raging inferno of never ending hatred behind that yellow orb. Those brats thought that he was defeated, but they didn't know what kind of a beast they'd awaken from its slumber. This time, he'd teach them the true meaning of fear.

The true meaning of war.

"If you little punks thought that I'd been a pain to you, trust me. You haven't even seen the beginning of what I'm capable of. When this's over, you'll beg for your death," MaloMyotismon said, his voice cold and deceptively calm.

Merely the calm before the storm.