He woke up from the horrible nightmares, and he saw that he was back at the strange dimension. At first, he thought that he still was unconsious and that soon, something horrible would happen again. When nothing happened, he became sure that he finally was free, and he would've been elated if it weren't for some few reasons. The first reason was his aching pain. The second reason was that coppery odor that made him feel sick to smell. The third reason was the sticky, red liquid that covered him from head to toes. The fourth and main reason was the body in front of him.

Daisuke Motomiya looked at the body with wide eyes, shocked like he never was. At first, he thought that this was just another trick, but it didn't take long before he knew that it wasn't. This was real, and Daisuke rose himself up very slowly to see the body's face, as if he was afraid of what he'd face. When he saw the body's face, it was like hitting an express train for him, as the cruel truth was revealed.

"Oh goodness, Ken," Daisuke sadly wispered, the tears running down his face.

The corpse of Ken Ichijouji was in front of him, dead as it could be and heavily gored. Lying on a big pool of blood, it was bloodied and torned, and the dark blue clothes were now wet and dark red. A huge hole was at where the stomach once was, and out of it hung the remains of the ripped-out intestinses. The skin was ghostly pale, and the touch was cold as ice. Its face looked up at the roof with lifeless eyes, and out of the mouth and the nose, red bloodtrails ran down. From the eyes, teary trails also ran down, mixing the blood with tears.

And yet the mass, its mouth was frozen in a bright smile, as if he'd died in happiness.

But Daisuke didn't pay any attention to it. He only paid attention to the fact that his best friend was dead, and that he'd failed to save him.

"I…I…I tried to...tried to...save you. I...I tried to...save...save...you. I thought...I thought...that...I'd...come in...time...in time...I thought...that...I...that I...could...save you...I...tried," Daisuke stuttered, too traumatised to form basic sentences. He tightened his grip on Ken's cold hand, as if he thought it could tell how sincere he really was, and his face was covered in tears that kept running down, refusing to stop. He'd really thought that he could save Ken in time, and now that he'd failed, all he could do now was crying his heart out and trying to speak to Ken, as if he thought he still could hear him. Never had Daisuke felt this grief before, and never had he cried like this.

And he would've kept crying if it weren't for the noses behind him. At first, he didn't pay attention to them, but then they finally became too annoying to ignore. Enraged, he turned around to see who just couldn't shut their damn mouths up, and he saw all those kids who joined Oikawa, now staring at him with silent fear. When he saw them, rage burned in his heart like a volcano, threatening to explode. Those damn punks, it was all their fault. They caused all this. They betrayed the entire humanity to that monster, and they helped murdering Ken.

And for what? Just so that they could do the math test much faster than their peers. Just so that they could kick in twenty more scores at soccer than everyone else. Those traitorous, selfish punks. All this, just so they could feel themselves superior to their fellow men. Daisuke was so enraged at them so that he would've taught them what the punishment for high treason was if it wasn't for his aching pain. Instead, he glared at them like a chained, enraged animal.

Another sound was heard, and Daisuke turned toward where it came. He saw a huge hole that went to a dark world, and that monster on top of Shakkoumon, roaring at something in its claws. When he saw that monster, his rage turned into raw hatred. That monster was the one who took his best friend away from him, and he'd make it pay for what it'd done. He didn't care how he'd do it, he'd make that monster suffer. It wasn't even a digimon, anyway. It was an animal, a demon that deserved to be sent back to hell where it belonged.

It was evil incarnate, and Daisuke would punish it for the deeds it'd committed, not just toward Ken, but also toward the worlds themselves.

Daisuke heard a moan near him, and he looked behind Ken's corpse to see DemiVeemon. His small digimon was lying on the pool, moaning in pain. Daisuke was at first surprised to see him, but then his surprise was replaced by his need for revenge. Seeing that he could now make that monster pay, Daisuke dragged himself to DemiVeemon, disturbing thoughts playing inside his head.

"DemiVeemon, can you hear me?" Daisuke asked when he got to DemiVeemon.

"Yeah, I can," DemiVeemon answered back.

"Good. Look, I know that it maybe sounds crazy, but we've to return to the fight. We can't give up now, so lets digievolve, okey," Daisuke said to DemiVeemon, a disturbing form of excitement in his voice.

"I...can't," DemiVeemon said.

"What?" Daisuke asked, his tone suddenly sharp.

"I can't. It just hurts too much. I need to rest before I can digievolve," DemiVeemon said, his body aching with pain that he'd never felt before.

Daisuke almost snapped when he heard his digimon partner's refusal. He couldn't believe that DemiVeemon would refuse him his aid when he needed it the most. His mind already at the edge of insanity, he roughly grabbed DemiVeemon and put him up so that he could face him.

"That monster just murdered Ken like if he was nothing but a pig. Like if he was something worthless. And now, that monster is right out there, soon about to kill the rest of our friends, and you refuse to help them, just so that you can take a nap?" Daisuke harshly asked DemiVeemon, who fearfully stared at him.

DemiVeemon had never been this afraid of Daisuke before, and who could blame him? With the enraged sneer, the wide, hateful eyes, the blood-and-tear covered face, the broken goggles, the bull-like breathing, the bloodied clothes, the growling tone, his rough grips on him, Daisuke was like an inhuman creature that was consumed by rage and hatred, ready to rip eveything apart in its anger.

"Daisuke, you're scaring me," DemiVeemon fearfully said to Daisuke, suddenly feeling the need to get away from him.

Daisuke ignored him as he released his left hand from DemiVeemon and pulled it down his pocket. From the pocket, he picked up his digivice, and then he turned back his attention at DemiVeemon.

"Look, whatever if you want it or not, you'll digievolve and we'll make that psychopath regret what he did to Ken. I can't do it without you, and you'll help me. So now shut your mouth and digievolve already," Daisuke harshly demanded to the frightened digimon, ignoring the spit that came out in the last part.

And then the digivice activated, starting the digievolution against DemiVeemon's will.

When DemiVeemon received the energy sent by the digivice, his breathing stopped, since if felt like he was suddenly being consumed by freezing water.

"Oh please, stop," DemiVeemon pleaded to Daisuke, who just ignored him.

And then DemiVeemon digievolved.

MaloMyotismon glared at the Digidestined with endless hatred. Those little brats turned out to be more than just an annoyance, and though he hated to admit it, he'd greatly underestimated their determination. Something that he'd to pay with his eye and his arm for. But despite the pain he was suffering from due to his mistake, he was sure that it could be fixed, or at least his arm could be. He was sure that his creators had a way to replace the arm he lost with a new one, but concerning his eye, he wasn't as sure if it was that easy, even for them.

"Oh well, I guess I can live with just one eye. Every good being of darkness needs an eyepatch anyway," he thought to himself, trying to find any positive to think about, hoping it'd help against the pain.

"And besides, if you want to win, you've to accept some sacrifices...and after what I'd endured, I truely deserve this victory," he thought to himself before he paid back his attention at those brats in front of him.

His attention was at first turned at the bitch of light, the one who stole his minion and was the most responsible of his defeat three years ago, and when he saw her, hatred burned inside him with the strength of a volcano. That bitch was the one who caused his defeat, and if it wasn't for her, he already would've been an interdimensional emperor. He remembered that he went after her in the real world because he'd heard that she'd be the one to defeat him. Only after his defeat did he learn that her role was much greater than that. A role that could change the entire universe as they knew it, and that was the only reason why he didn't kill her right now, even if the darkness knew he really wanted to.

And it wasn't like she was any threat to him anyway. Even if he, somehow, was killed today, her light would be still useless against the darkness that was holding the worlds hostage, as its strength had only evolved during this long time, so he'd nothing to fear from her now.

He then turned his attention to the four-eyed, simpleton bitch who really made him question the supposed wisdom of the Sovereigns. Why the hell they'd allow her to become a Digidestined was beyond even him. To him, she represented the lowest form of humanity, which really was saying something since humans as a whole were a plague to the universe, an evolutionary backward mistake, and unworthy sinners who deserved to suffer an eternal death. He snorted in disgust at her, not even finding the tiniest bit of entertainment from her terrified stare, and turned his attention to the next brat.

That brat was the offspring of Hiroki Hida himself, and as MaloMyotismon glared down at him, he was wondering how the tiniest of them all, barely a speck in his eye, was able to become the greatest threat to his plans? Through strength of will alone, that midget and his washed-up grandpa had nearly broken his control over Oikawa, which would've ruined all his plans, and he couldn't comprehend how such a weak, small creature could possess such inner strength that he'd nearly threatened MaloMyotismon's entire grand operation with almost nothing but words.

But then again, it was this will that had allowed humankind to resist the divine might of MaloMyotismon's creators for millenniums, and in other situations he might have learned to respect that, but right now, all it did was reminding him how much he shared his creators' hatred for humans and how much he'd enjoy watching them suffer their inevitable fate.

He then turned his attention to the brat of hope, and when he saw the brat's shocked look, a smirk replaced his sneer. He enjoyed to see the terror in that brat's eyes, Of all the Digidestined brats, he'd turned out to be one of the most dangerous ones, and MaloMyotismon loved to see him frozen with fear, after all the troubles he'd caused the brotherhood. Now he knew he'd truelly won, when even the murderer of Piedmon was petrified before his might. But it wasn't enough, not with the blood of Devimon and Piedmon on the brat's hands. For that, only death was the option, and it was in MaloMyotismon's honor as a dark digimon to revenge his comrades' death that this maggot was behind in.

MaloMyotismon walked toward Takeru with all his might, trying to ignore the pain in favor of his revenge, and when he got to the shocked boy, he rose his foot up and was about to step it on the brat and his flying pig. Though before he'd step on Takeru, he said one last word of farewell to him.

"Say hi to Ken from me, will you."

And then he was about to crush Takeru and Patamon, or would've if it wasn't for the bloodcurling roar that suddenly echoed through the landscape.

The roar was one of pure, vengeful hatred, and its strength was of such that it literally shook the cliffs that surrounded the valley, as well the very bones of the Digidestined. But while the roar scared them completely witless, MaloMyotismon just rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration.

"Of course. Of fucking course," he thought to himself, pissed at whenever he was this close to total victory, there was always something that just had to be in his way. He turned around to see what the hell the setback was this time, and he was kind of surprised to see that it was that stubborn, goggle-wearing prick from before, and his gigantic pet, who seemed to have gotten a whole new make-over.

Out of the hole from the other dimension stood Imperialdramon and glared at MaloMyotismon with his glowing eyes, and on top of his head sat Daisuke, looking at MaloMyotismon with an impassive look. Though, Imperialdramon looked very differently than before. Before, he was a very colourful being, but now, he was almost as black as the night itself. Where the colours of blue and red once were, the colour of black inherited their spots. And the white colour had twisted itself to dark grey. Whats more, while the old, colourful Imperialdramon gave out a sence of benevolent might and selfless heroism, this new, dark Imperialdramon gave out a sence of bone-chilling terror and endless, vengeful hatred. Even MaloMyotismon could sense it, and it made him both nervous and amused. Not that he'd show it, though.

"You again?! I thought that you'd be out longer than that! You're just like a cockroach; no matter how much I try to stomp your life out, you just come crawling back, more tenacious than before. But oh well, how was it?! Did you sleep well?! Were your little dreams enjoyable?! I hope they were because what was..." MaloMyotismon mocked Daisuke before he was interrupted by Imperialdramon, when he flew toward him, fast as the light, and then took a chokehold around his neck.

"What?" MaloMyotismon rasped out in surprise as Imperialdramon lifted him up, causing more pressure on his neck. He looked down at the boy, who continued to look at him impassivily.

"To answer your question, no I didn't enjoy it. Lets see if you'll enjoy this, though. Imperialdramon," Daisuke said, and then Imperialdramon slammed MaloMyotismon hardly at the ground. He then pummeled and punched at MaloMyotismon's face a couple of times before he stopped.

"Did you enjoy that?" Daisuke apathetically asked MaloMyotismon.

"Why you little brat," MaloMyotismon angrily said, glaring at Daisuke with his hateful eye.

"I guess that means yes. Then I just need to work harder with you," Daisuke sarcastically said before he turned to Imperialdramon.

"Imperialdramon."

Imperialdramon picked MaloMyotismon up and slammed him at the ground several times before he dropped the dark digimon, grabbed his head and then bashed it at the ground several times, utterly manhandeling MaloMyotismon like a ragdoll. Then he clawed and mauled at him like an enraged bear, leaving several marks on the dark digimon and causing him more pain than what he already felt from Angewomon's attack. After one last slash at MaloMyotismon's face, Imperialdramon slammed him at the ground and forced him to lay on his sore stomach, while he was upon his back and locked his left arm behind it, almost like a police officer who caught a running criminal.

"So now you're the weakling here. Tell me, how is it to be the one being beaten and treaten like something worthless? How is it to be the toy of someone more powerful than you, completely at their mercy? Now that you're in the position that Ken was in your hands, tell me, do you feel any remorse of what you did to him, what you turned him into, how you treated him, and most importantly, do you regret taking his life? Do you regret it, or are you the same remorseless monster as always?" Daisuke stoically asked the beat up monster that now was in his mercy.

MaloMyotismon loudly laughed at the boy's question, despite the pain and the vulnerability he was in, his laughter not that of a man losing his mind, but that of a madman.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?! Well, excuse me, but you ain't gonna get an apology from me! Just take it as an useful life lesson: you're all going to die, and specially the death of those resisting the darkness will be a gruesome one!" MaloMyotismon said with a cheerful tone, and then chuckled insanely at Daisuke, not even caring that he was at the boy's mercy.

"Even now you don't show any remorse for your crimes. Thats your lost then. Imperialdramon," Daisuke said, not at all surprised, and his digimon heard his silent order. Imperialdramon took a stronger hold on MaloMyotismon's arm and then he twisted it with all his strength, bending it into a weird way, and when he did it, a loud, cracking sound echoed though the landscape.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" MaloMyotismon screamed in pain when his arm was bent and dislocated, and his scream intensified when Imperialdramon suddenly picked him up and then bit him hard at his left cheek. The pain was so unimaginable that MaloMyotismon was trying to get off Imperialdramon's grip, but the dragon digimon refused to allow him to escape, and his escape attempt only worsened his pain as it encouraged Imperialdramon to bite even harder. In order to cause him more pain, Imperialdramon also violently shook his head, like a great white shark shaking its pray in its mouth, causing MaloMyotismon's cheek to get partly ripped, which intensified his scream even more.

After Imperialdramon almost bit MaloMyotismon's entire cheek off, he threw the dark digimon toward one of the cliffs, and MaloMyotismon slammed at it so hard that it literally made him breathless. Winded and in pain, MaloMyotismon gagged in both shock and fear. He was actually starting to fear the boy and his crazed pet. He wondered; how could he be bested by them when he just defeated all of their friends like nothing? How could he be treated like their chew toy, like he was no challenge to them, when he was the most powerful digimon ever?

The darkness. The boy's darkness, born from his desire for revenge, was the cause. Only it could be the reason why the boy was suddenly this powerful.

But how could it be more powerful than him? He was a being created by the darkness itself, and the boy just an angry human with the control of a slavish digimon, so how could he be bested by him?

Catching his breath, MaloMyotismon glared toward the boy and his dragon pet, and through his pain, frustration and anger, he shouted:

"YOU LITTLE TWERP!"

But Daisuke just continued to look at him impassivily, unfazed by that petty insult.

"Now, now. Didn't your mother teach you that it's wrong to insult someone smaller than you?" Daisuke mockingly asked the angry digimon, his tone still cold and impassive.

"Why you little bastard child! Who do you think you're to treat me like this?! Me, the ruler of this world and yours! You don't know who you're..." MaloMyotismon angrily said before he was interrupted by Imperialdramon, who suddenly grabbed his neck and then slammed him hard at the cliff with such strength that not only did the cliff shake by the impact, but also the entire landscape. MaloMyotismon was kicking at Imperialdramon in a desperate attempt to free himself, but the kicks barely hit the dragon digimon, nor did it make him loosen his chokehold. Instead, he tightened his hold around MaloMyotismon's neck, causing more desperate kicking from him, and pushed his back at the cliff harder, while growling hatefully at him. Meanwhile, Daisuke watched MaloMyotismon's desperation with little more emotions on his face, but mostly it remained stoic. He'd his hand beneath his chin, as if he was thinking about something. Something disturbing.

"Hmm, now what should I start with? Should I start with your legs, or your wings? Should I finish with your arms first? Starting with your wings sounds rather interesting, but I'm the kind of guy who wants to finish something before I start with another. Maybe I should've your tail ripped off. That's afterall a classic, but also clichéd, so I don't know. Maybe I should just have your stomach ripped out, just like you did to Ken. That would be the payback, don't you think? So many things to do, so many limbs to rip off. I just can't choose which one to start with," Daisuke said, making sure that MaloMyotismon would hear every word he said in order to terrify him of what was comming to him, speaking as if he was just taking about different choices of meals in a restaurant. However, the cold bloodthirst in his voice was just as blatant as the icy temperature of the harsh winter.

Suddenly, Daisuke made his first choice.

"Thats it. I'll have your arms ripped out, and I'll do it piece by piece. We can't do this too quick, or it'll ruin the fun. We'll start with the hand, and then the forearm, and then the elbow, and so on. How does that sound to you?" Daisuke mockingly asked MaloMyotismon, acting like if he'd agree on his torture of him.

MaloMyotismon stopped with his kicking when he heard the boy's question and paled. He would've also said no, but even in this position, he wouldn't give the brat that satisfaction. But he couldn't deny that he was actually fearing the boy now. That vengeful bloodthirst in his eyes. It was unnatural to see it in someone so young, and it actually scared MaloMyotismon, even when it shouldn't.

Not even bothering to await for MaloMyotismon's answer, Daisuke turned to his partner.

"Imperialdramon, you know what to do," he said to his digimon, still having an impassive look.

Imperialdramon grabbed MaloMyotismon's bent arm, sank his teeth at the hand and then he bit it right through, like if it wasn't even there.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" MaloMyotismon screamed in pain, and despite the chokehold around his neck, the scream still echoed through the landscape, causing the blood of the other Digidestined to freeze in sheer terror. But Imperialdramon wasn't done. After he let MaloMyotismon scream for a moment, he sank his teeth at MaloMyotismon's forearm, and bit it off. MaloMyotismon's scream intensified by that deed, but it didn't help him since Imperialdramon didn't care how much pain he was causing the dark digimon. His master wanted this prey to suffer ten times over, and that was what his master would get, so he then sank his teeth at MaloMyotismon's elbow and he bit it also off, further intensifying the pain to the dark digimon.

When that dragon digimon almost bit his entire arm off, MaloMyotismon knew that if he didn't get out of its claws, its human slaver would soon have it tear his life out, and he'd struggled too hard to lose now. He wouldn't let that brat get the better of him, treating him like some chew toy for his hound when he was supposed to be the ruler of both worlds, so by forcing himself to ignore the massive pain that felt like it'd destroy him right now, he prepared himself to fight back.

"No, I'll not be bested by some human brat and his dog. I'll not lose when I've come this far. Take this!"

"Screaming...Darkness!" he rasped out, and then his shoulder-mouths opened up and shot out bolts of dark energy, but Imperialdramon sensed that energy before they shot out, so he got off MaloMyotismon and then flew away from him, causing MaloMyotismon to miss. But the dark digimon wouldn't give up that easily, so he continued to shoot out one Screaming Darkness after another at Imperialdramon, hoping that one of them would hit him and his human slaver. However, after the first misses, Imperialdramon stopped his retreat, turned around to face MaloMyotismon, and just, well, did nothing back. He was just hovering in the air, glaring at MaloMyotismon with his merciless eyes.

Thinking that he finally got the shot, MaloMyotismon shot out more dark bolts at the dragon digimon with the intent to destroy him, but when the bolts were soon to hit him, Imperialdramon flew aside in a rather slow speed, causing them to miss him. Surprised at first, MaloMyotismon thought that he just needed to use more energy in order for a successful hit, so he used more energy when he again shot out dark bolts at the black dragon, making them bigger and faster. But each time it looked like he'd get hit, Imperialdramon just calmy flew aside, as if the bolts were charging at him with the speed of a sloth, and then he waited for the next bolt to flew away from, not even defending himself with his own counterattacks.

It finally became obvious to MaloMyotismon that the dragon freak was just toying with him, allowing him to futilely attack him just so that he'd waste away his energy. Pissed off at being reduced to this humiliating role, he cried out.

"So you want to play, huh?! Well, lets see if you want to play with this! Screaming Darkness!"

And then he gathered enough energy for his attack so that it wouldn't become some mere bolts, but a strong, penetrating force of darkness that could destroy an army of one thousand soldiers. However, Imperialdramon sensed the enormous strength, and flew toward MaloMyotismon and grabbed his shoulder-mouths, covering them with his palms. Before MaloMyotismon could realize what Imperialdramon was doing, the attack shot out with all its strength, but it wasn't powerful enough to penetrate through Imperialdramon's palms, so instead, its destructive power was turned back at its own creator.

All MaloMyotismon knew what happened next was that he felt something like an explosion inside his shoulder-mouths, and then a massive, burning, sheer pain like he'd never felt before in his entire body. He would've screamed like he'd never screamed before if it wasn't for the massive shock, and that shock only doubled when he got to see his arms, or the non-existence of them. When he looked down at his sides, he saw that nothing remained. No limbs, no stumps, no nothing. Whatever happened it'd blown up his upper limbs down from the shoulders away, making him literally armless. His shoulders were also no more. Instead, there were big, open wounds that looked like they'd burst violently, and out of them, massive amount of black liquid squirted out, making it look like a massive artery bleeding.

When MaloMyotismon saw what had happened to his arms, he started to do something that no Digidestined thought he'd do; he started to laugh like an insane maniac.

This was the last drop that MaloMyotismon's already flawed mind could take. The torture, the pain and the shock were finally what caused him to become full-blown insane. Before, his insanity had only been present in his mind, heavily influenced but not in entirely control, but now it was. At first, he just stared at his wounds, then he grinned a crazed grin, then he giggled, and then laughed a fullblown laughter. He laughed loudly like if he'd the funniest time of his life, and as he laughed, tears sprung free from his eye as the madness was of such strength it caused his body to act against him. He laughed so that the entire world could hear it, the laughter of insanity made real, rationality broken and gone with the wind. The cry of a creature who had consumed too much darkness, and now was paying for it with his very sanity, or the little that existed.

When he stopped laughing, MaloMyotismon looked at Daisuke, a crazed grin on his lips, and said:

"So you want to kill me, well here I am! Come and get me, you little monkey! Let your darkness take charge, and attack me! Show me, how willing you're to claim your revenge!" He finished and then giggled at Daisuke and Imperialdramon.

"As if I needed to be convinced," Daisuke coldly said, completely unfazed by MaloMyotismon's breakdown, while trying to ignore that disgusting odor of that black blood.

"Imperialdramon."

And his digimon charged again at the insane maniac, roaring like a hungry beast. When he got the dark digimon, Imperialdramon slammed his right foreleg back-handed right at MaloMyotismon's grinning face, causing the dark digimon to fall to the ground on his back as well leaving a large cut on his face when Imperialdramon's scythe-like claw slashed his cheek open. Then Imperialdramon grabbed MaloMyotismon's tail and ripped it out like a loose thread.

At this point, MaloMyotismon was in such mindbreaking pain that he barely was fazed by Imperialdramon's act, but he still felt that tearing feeling, and it caused his breath to freeze in further shock.

But Imperialdramon was no way done with him. After he dropped the tail at the ground, he then grabbed MaloMyotismon's left leg and twisted it around, bending it like he did with the arm, and just like then, a cracking sound echoed through the landscape.

When his leg was twisted by Imperialdramon, MaloMyotismon screamed once again in pain. At this point, he just wanted this torture to stop, but unfortuntely for him, Imperialdramon had no intention to stop it unless his master wanted it to stop, and his master had no intention to stop it until he get what he wanted from this screaming prey, so Imperialdramon then bit the twisted leg off at its knee, causing even more pain to the dark digimon.

After Imperialdramon spit out the black liquid that tasted like rotten meat, he grabbed the bleeding, twitching thigh and ripped it right off.

MaloMyotismon now screamed even louder than before. He could feel it; his life was literally running away from him, and his death was getting closer and closer, determent to finally take him this time. With this torturous, damned pain, he wasn't sure if he could cheat it again. But in a way, it was kind of funny; he'd worked so hard in three years to become the ruler of both worlds, only to suffer a slow and painful death at the hands of a vengeful human when he was just this close to reach supreme power.

Seeing the irony in it, MaloMyotismon's pained scream twisted itself to a crazed chuckle. He continued to chuckle even when Imperialdramon ripped out his other leg, as his mind was too insane to care at the moment.

"You think this's funny? You think this's all just a game for you? You sick monster, if you don't take this seriously, then I'll teach you to show some goddamed respect," Daisuke coldly said, his tone dipping with venom.

"Imperialdramon, it's time to go for the big ones."

Imperialdramon roughly turned around the chuckling digimon and forced him down on his stomach. He then took a very strong hold on MaloMyotismon's wings and used all his strength to rip them directly off the back. When Imperialdramon ripped MaloMyotismon's wings off, a sickeningly, gushing sound was heard as the black liquid was squirting out off the enourmous, open wound like a fountain, sending that disgusting odor everywhere and causing great, nauseous disgust in the Digidestined, who were watching the scene with absolute horror. It was no doubt that Daisuke terrified them more than MaloMyotismon ever did. MaloMyotismon was a monster whose powers threw both worlds out of balance and caused much pain and suffering in this war, and yet here he was being tortured, mauled and mangled with ruthless aggression by no other than one of their own. The bloodthirst of Daisuke was nothing they'd ever seen before, not even a tiny hint, and seeing the cheerful and forgiving boy this ruthless and vengeful was extremely unsettling, to say the least.

MaloMyotismon's chuckle became once again a scream of pain when his wings were ripped off his back, as his nerves were almost ripped off with them. Then he just hyperventilated in shock and panic, his mind finally unable to handle anymore torture. He realized now that he'd greatly underestimated the boy's rage, a mistake he shouldn't have done from the beginning. He should've known that he should've killed that boy the moment he became the enraged animal he was now, so that the darkness in him wouldn't help him to become this creature of vengeance. Dammit, if only he didn't allow his arrogance to blind him.

He felt that dragon digimon's claws around his neck again, and then he was lifted up and turned around so that he could face the beast and its human master. MaloMyotismon stared fearfully down at the boy's cold eyes, feeling their icy glare piercing to his soul.

"You start to look rather well, handsome," Daisuke sarcastically remarked, as Ken's murderer was now nothing more than a bleeding, limbless body with only its head still attached.

"But there're still some things that needs to be done. Hope you can endure it," Daisuke continued before he turned to his digimon partner.

"You know what to do next, Imperialdramon."

Imperialdramon sank his claws at MaloMyotismon's abdomen and then he slowly teared one bit of it after another. By each tear, more of that disgusting smelling black liquid spuirted out and covered Imperialdramon's claws with it. And also by each tear, MaloMyotismon made sounds that were like a mix of pained screams, nervous chuckles and terrified, distorted words. His mind was struggling if he should do something that would go against his pride, or continue to endure this damned pain. He didn't want to give the boy that satisfaction, but he just couldn't take this pain anymore. This was just too much. It was like if he was already dead, but still clung to the realm of the living by sheer will alone, feeling that will slowly losing its grip. It felt like countless drills were drilling inside his body with flamming drill bits, tearing everything apart from the inside and out.

After one last, painful tear of what remained of his abdomen, MaloMyotismon knew that he couldn't endure it anymore, and he made his decision.

"Wait, wait, please stop!"

Imperialdramon stopped with his torture when his master sent the order through their link. Daisuke himself coldly looked at MaloMyotismon, his eyebrows rising up with anticipation.

"Look what you're doing! This's not you, remember! You're a Digidestined, chosen by the Sovereigns themselves, and you don't do this to others, not even to your enemies! Please spare me from this torture and let me go! Think this; what would Ken say if he saw you doing this?! I'm sure he'd disapprove with it! Please look into your heart and be merciful!" MaloMyotismon begged, trying to sound as remorseful as possible.

Daisuke's impassive face finally dropped its stoic feature as his lips formed into a grin, but it wasn't a grin of cheerful friendliness that he was famous for, but a grin of sadistic satisfaction. He finally got this murderous psychopath to beg for its pathetic life, and he felt such a rush of power by it that it almost made him high. It was quite orgasmic, as it felt like he'd become mightier than Azulongmon himself, and in this moment, Daisuke knew that he loved this feeling of power. But this would be the last time he ever smiled or grinned again for a very long time.

"Well, now that you asked so nicely for it, I think I should be kind enough to grant your wish," Daisuke said, the grin still on his lips and no one missing the sudden gleeful tone on his voice that disturbed them out.

"Imperialdramon, put this scumbag out of its misery," Daisuke ordered to his digimon partner.

"No please, no, no, don't do this! Please I'm begging you!" MaloMyotismon cried out in terror as Imperialdramon threw the begging digimon up to the air. Then he aimed his back cannon at MaloMyotismon and gathered energy for his attack that would finish this little event once and for all.

"Mega Crusher!"

Dark energy that was different from the energy released by Positron Laser shot out of the cannon, and it hit MaloMyotismon with mighty force. The dark energy swelled up like a balloon and it looked like it'd envelop the entire sky with its large size, but then it shrank back into a barely seeable speck, and then exploded with such force that it threw the Digidestined and their partners of their feet and down to the ground, sending dark matter everywhere at the already dark sky. After the explosion, the Digidestined looked up to see that nothing of MaloMyotismon remained.

Nothing.

Just dead silence and the presence of the darkness.

MaloMyotismon was finally dead. Gruesomely killed by Daisuke Motomiya, formerly the most forgiving member of the Digidestined.

And yet they could still feel his evil around them, still piercing though their very beings.

"Goodnight, asshole," Daisuke said, satisfied with what he did to the dark digimon, his tone showing no remorse for his deed.

AN: Well, now that MaloMyotismon is dead, how will the story move from now on? You'll find that out next time. I hope you liked this chapter and wants more. I'm gonna say that so far, I think I've done a pretty decent job, but I'm kinda disappointed on the lack of reviews, and I blame that on the extra long first chapters. Please pay attention on that they were so long because I wanted to give you guys the final battle we didn't get from the actual anime, so if you've come this far, please leave a review. It don't has to be any complicated Ebert form of review, just enough long to tell what the strong and weak points of the story are so far. I'd appreciate it a lot.

To aloof-kokiri: Thank you for your kind words. I really appreciate it, and specially that you can look over my rather less than perfect grammar of English to enjoy the story itself.

Oh, you've no idea how hard Ken's death will truely hit the Digidestined. This was just the beginning of things to come.

PS. If you guys also likes Kung Fu Panda, and specially the second movie, then stay close, because I'm gonna write a fanfic based on the movies. It's gonna be one of those "what if" kind of stories, and my story will be about what if Po had reacted differently to the memories of Lord Shen's attack on his homevillage. Instead of inner peace, he finds...something less than peaceful. Hope you'll look forward to it as well.