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Story 73

Moonlight Denestu Pt 5 - Take it Back!

Paris, France; Europe

Rosemon scowled at the sky. Bad enough that she had to share her Chloe, but now demons were appearing out of nowhere. There was only one way that this could be made worse.

"Oh. La petite mademoiselle Roselun a-t-elle peur de certains démons? (Oh. Is little miss Rosemon scared of some demons?)" Lotosmon cooed and got a look from her partner. Chloe was standing nearby, already heading their way. Even in the face of the strange plant creatures raining down, they would need to stand and fight. If they didn't, then this world would be forfeited.

"Non. Mais je ne veux pas embrasser les lèvres de quelqu'un qui est bien trop fier pour admettre qu'il a tort. (No. But I don't want to kiss the lips of someone who's far too proud to admit she's wrong.)" Rosemon countered, only to feel the gaze of Chloe here.

"Maintenant, maintenant, j'espère que vous deux pouvez mettre vos différends de côté pour maintenir la paix. Droit? (Now, now, I trust you two can put your differences by the wayside for the sake of keeping the peace. Right?)" Chloe announced and watched her digimon sigh. Leave it to their human to serve as the peacekeeper at this moment.

"Bien. (Fine.)" Rosemon announced and pulled Lotosmon close. Feeling her partner's data began to combine with her own, a strange sense of euphoria coursed through her body. Was this what humans felt when they got intimate with one another. Yes. It was like that. Except without the nasty parts. Not that either digimon could think of what those nasty parts are Oh well.

Rosemon, Lotosmon fusion evolve into… Rafflesimon!

In place of the two women now stood a single woman. Adorned in a gorgeous red gown with a slit near the front, a neon display was visible against leggings and heels.

Pistolet de danse! (Ballet Gun!)

Pointing her sleeve at her opponents, a flower-shaped bullet shot out. With it, a bunch of flat flower petal reflections followed after it. Slamming right into one of the demons, they shattered into data.

"Ils sont si mignons comme ça. (They're so cute like that.)" Chloe whispered, just catching the sound of someone approaching. Reaching for her shovel, she pulled it back with all her might. Swinging it forward, she managed to connect with a strange cross between a DemiDevimon and a sea creature. Knocked to the ground, it began flopping about like a fish out of water. Hitting it with one more shovel strike with all her might, that did the strange amalgamation of this digimon out. Even as other, stranger variants of familiar demon digimon filled the skies.

"Je suis content que tu penses ça. (I'm glad that you think that.)" Rafflesimon announced and threw out one of her reflections in the direction of the next target. Looking to be a humanoid palmon monstrosity, the digimon looked… burnt. Like someone had already tried to kill it before but it had managed to live on through sheer will power or some other self-help bullshit.

"Mademoiselle, ça va? (Miss, are you alright?)" Chloe called out, but the woman didn't respond. Instead, she took to beating the Palmon with her handbag. While successful, that did leave her open for other dimon to attack. Demon digimon that weren't so keen on being so fair with someone like her.

"Ouais. J'ai été formidable. Rien de tel que de se faire attaquer par une version étrange de votre partenaire. (Yeah. I've been great. Nothing like getting attacked by some weird version of your partner.)" the woman announced, Chloe just made out a petrified smartphone in the woman's bag. Odd. She didn't know that was even possible.

"You're sorely mistaken. I'm not your partner. If anything, you're uh… a strange dwarf that has been mistaken for a human." the 'Palmon' announced and leaned into her target's personal space. All that got them was a second purse swing in their direction. Taking the opportunity to run, the group watched for a couple seconds. Then it was right back to dealing with the demon digimon.

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Salt Lake City, Utah; North America

For the Mormon capital of the United States, things were going swimmingly. Absolutely swimmingly. In fact, there were no reports of demons appearing. Or at least, landing on Mormon land. After all, with everyone safely in their

"You know, it would be a good idea to get the fuck out of here." a tyranomon announced and looked over to their partner. A young boy, he was the last person who should be here. In his state of confusion, he honestly didn't blame him.

After the last two 'world-ending' catastrophes occurred, a third was just ridiculous. Couldn't God see what was happening and intervene? At least, that was how the preacher unsuccessfully spun it as. It was so unsuccessful in fact, the tsukaimon hanging up in the rafters nearly fell to the floor from laughter alone. Yet, that didn't faze the preacher in the slightest. No, he continued shouting his propaganda like it was no big deal that most of the people who would actually believe him were either dead, had embraced other religions or had just been pushed out by way of the two world-ending catastrophes that occurred in the last decade. The church was still paying him and that was the only thing that mattered here. But Tyranomon shoved that thought away. Demons were coming down for the sake of doing something and they needed to be stopped. End of story.

The Touch of Holy!

Dodging the set of silverish white arms heading their way, Tyranomon let a fireball form in his mouth. Letting it forth in the direction the arms looked to have come from, they looked to have gotten a direct hit. Not enough to destroy this strange variation of Devimon, though. If anything, it had probably healed some damage that could've been done with a different move entirely.

Electro Berserker Fang!

Looking up, Tyranomon caught a glimpse of their opponent being bit into by a large blue and yellow dragon. What looked to be a green hazard symbol hung proudly to their chest, an electrical circuit pattern stenciled right onto the wings. The finishing touch was the barbed tip shaped like a lightning bolt at the end of the dragon's tail.

"Uh… thank you, Mr Dragon." Tyranomon greeted as they watched the dragon shatter their opponent. Afterwards, their attention shifted to them. Were they somehow next on the chopping block? While the dragon didn't look like a demon in the slightest, it was entirely possible that they weren't a digimon either. Anything seemed possible right now.

"You're welcome." the dragon answered and shot up into the sky. Tyranomon watched them for a second, only to turn back to the young boy. Whoever that might be, they were likely a good person. The only thing that mattered here as demons rained down from the heavens.

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Kemi, Finland; Europe

Anton couldn't decide if his luck was getting better or worse. On one hand, he and Lumosmon had managed to avoid anything in the way of the 'children of the light'. On the other hand, demons were falling from the sky. Not particularly ideal for hanging low in the hopes of any possible threats leaving them alone and letting him go on with his life. And to some extent, Lumosmon. Theirs especially.

"Miten jaksat, Lumosmon? (How are you holding up, Lumosmon?)" Anton inquired and got treated to a bright flash of red. He figured as much, but it was still a good idea to ask. Just in case. "I thought as much."

Pacing back and forth a couple times, the businessman debated looking out the window of their hotel room. There was bound to be even more demons out there, no doubt creating havoc and trouble for the chosen and those in charge of maintaining the peace in tough situations like this. Though, would regular bullets even work on those digimon. The one and only fight he had seen made it look like it would take a lot of skill and energy to defeat someone like that woman. There was no way he was capable of such a feat. Shoving that thought away for now, Anton let out a deep breath. For now, perhaps it would be best to do actual work rather than let the existential dre-

Or not, judging by the strange image of a vilemon that had just crashed through. Done up in black and white squares, it reminded Anton of a dot-matrix printer. He couldn't put his finger on why that was or if somehow clued him into whatever was going on, the businessman looked around for something that wasn't Lumosmon to use against this threat. Settling for a pillow, he pulled the improvised weapon back with all his might. Slamming it into the vilemon, he managed to slam it into a wall. All that accomplished was the vilemon sliding down and charging for him again. Just his cruddy luck. Of course they would do that. They were made of paper. Such an impact was bound to bounce off with little damage done. No, he needed a different strategy here. Grabbing at the vilemon, Anton took care in rolling them up. Then it became a matter of just folding them down into they looked less like a piece of paper and more of an origami crane. Then it was just a matter of putting the origami crane in a place where it couldn't get out. In this case, under a heavy book that the hotel provided.

"There we go." Anton announced and watched Lumosmon float over. Shining green for just a moment, that got them a pet in return.

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Davis Research Station, Argentinian 'Territory'; Antarctica

For the researchers stationed at the bottom of the world, they were not expecting to see demons falling from the sky. Or would it be space, in this case?

"Protect the research station!" one of the researchers announced and a SkullMeramon rolled their eyes. If one compiled a list of digimon with the worst luck imaginable, they were definitely at the top of the list. How else could one explain his ability to choose the one human who decided to go to the literal bottom of the world for the sake of staying at one of these god forsaken research stations.

"Fe ddylech chi fynd yn ôl i'r byd dynol, medden nhw. (You should go back to the human world, they said.)" the skull flame digimon muttered as researchers passed by. Taking care to not set them, the building or the ice on fire, a sigh escaped SkullMeramon's lips. "Byddai eich dynol mor werthfawrogol ohonoch chi'n dychwelyd neu ryw sothach. Ie, os oedd o mor ddiolchgar, yna pam y gwnaeth e i mi ymddangos yma yn y lle gwirion hwn?! (Your human would be so appreciative of you returning or some junk. Yeah, if he was so thankful, then why did he have me appear here in this stupid place?!)"

Lightly stomping his foot, SkullMeramon didn't get the attention that they were looking for here. Instead, the researchers headed for the places that needed to be defended. Perhaps it would be a good idea to join them here. If nothing else, losing his partner was bound to send him back to the Digital World. They probably wouldn't let him come back here either.

Gingerly poking his head out, SkullMeramon took the lightest steps out of the building. In this cold, inhospitable landscape, what looked to be demon digimons made out of ice awaited. Oddly, there were no IceDevimon coming down. Truly, whoever was responsible for sending these digimon down clearly did not understand capitalizing on the moment. No, they were far more focused on being a general nuisance to the entire world. Kind of summed up his entire situation in a nice-looking bow. On the other hand, this would make for an excellent opportunity to prove his worth and maybe convince their partner to go somewhere, anywhere else. Yeah. That sounded nice, actually.

Pêl Dân Metel! (Metal Fireball!)

Launching a fireball out, SkullMeramon took care to avoid hitting any of the ice and/or snow on the ground. Watching the projectile shoot forth, it slammed into an ice demon and sailed on through. After the third demon, the projectile finally fizzled out.

"Ydych chi'n hapus nawr? (Are you happy now?!)" SkullMeramon announced, waiting a moment for their partner to look their way. Getting a nod and what looked to be a smile, they accepted the gesture.

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Seattle, Washington; North America

Alice Zwingli shifted her position on her wife's back. Even in the sky above one of the biggest cities in the world, she felt so small here. In the face of demons falling from the skies, her thoughts turned to that of the past.

"Remember when you went all evil and then challenged our friends and I to kick your ass?" Elena announced and Alice turned red. Mutterings in Russian escaped her lips, their meanings very much not lost on her wife.

"Yes. It was not… my finest moment. That's for certain." Alice cooed and pulled a revolver out. Aiming for a portal, she fired off a single shot. Watching the bullet slam into an incoming demon digimon, it passed right through the portal. "Darn it."

Feeling Elena's tail against her shoulder, the lucky gambler accepted the gesture. There were definitely worse ways she could be comforted he-

For a brief moment, Alice swore she saw a large feline covered in chains. The body of a man had grown out of the back, his guns already noticing the pair. Similar to Alice's, the man even looked to be rocking a similar look to her from back then.

"Uh… is that an alternate version of you, Alice?" Elena whispered and looked up to the portal. Any second now, some alternate version of her or one of their other friends. Just different from how she and her wife knew them. While exciting, it was also kind of scary. The implication of parallel universes was not the big revelation it would be for most, but the fact that they existed outside of Alice's parents place was cause for alarm. With it, bringing questions not easily answered or answers the couple might want to hear.

"It's possible." Alice answered as Elena swooped down to intersect this strange version of Alice. Pointing her revolvers in the direction of her alternate self, neither gambler fired. "Hi there. I'm Alice. A possible parallel version of you. What's your name?"

The alternate version of Alice scowled and muttered an insult under his breath.

"Why do you care? I'm evil and you're obviously the good guys. There's nothing for me to s-" 'Alice' (Male) announced, only to get treated to a tail slap from Elena. Shifting his focus over to her, that was the giant feline's cue to attempt to scratch the gale corsair. Failing miserably on that front, the streets of Seattle were rapidly approaching.

"You're conflicted about your feelings for someone named Elena, among many other things… right?" Elena added and watched Alice (Male)'s stoic facade shatter in an instant. Muttering more insults their way, his gaze did eventually focus on the couple.

"How dare that idiot Emil make my heart skip a beat. I much rather kiss someone like Joey or even that Polly chick. Not that her mentor would ever let me do that. Not even Daiki would give me peace. The nerve of him! I never wanted to " Alice (Male) announced and stared up at the portal. Up above, a teenage boy with puce-colored hair was descending down to intercept the gambler. Transforming, the drake creature in his place had a massive peacock plume near the back end.

"Have you thought about actually talking to Emil in the hopes of reconciling with everything that has just happened?" Alice continued as Emil flew down to their level. Carefully grabbing hold of the feline's body, his gaze split between the two women.

"Uh… I'm sorry about this. If I knew he would do that, I would have held on tighter." Emil announced and Elena shook her head. Taking a moment to think over what she should say here, the gale corsair debated how forthcoming her answer should be here. If this timeline was following the same set of events that she and Alice were about to go through, Emil and Alice (Male) were right on the cusp of jumping worlds and then being forced away.

"Eh. You'll get the hang of catching up to him." Elena answered and got a look from both boys. "It'll make sense eventually. Trust us on this."

Emil nodded, pulling his possible boyfriend back through the portal once more. As for Elena and Alice, they got back to dealing with the various demons appearing.

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Dubai, United Arab Emirates; Middle East

For Ogremon and company, this felt like something right out of a bad dream. While a tiny part of them suspected this was the coming of Judgement Day, could they really say for certain? Cooped up in this area, they didn't have close to a clear picture of what was going on here.

"'anjiwwmun , hal 'ant bikhayrin? (Angewomon, are you okay?)" Ogremon announced and looked over to their sister digimon. Gone was the abaya, having been replaced with a white hijab marked with pink ribbon.

"aietaqada? kunt aml nwean ma fi alhusul ealaa mazid min alwaqt lilaistirkha' qabl wusul yawm alqiamat lilmarat althaalithat 'aw alraabieati. (I guess? I was kind of hoping to have a bit more time to relax before Judgement Day arrived for the third or fourth time.)" Angewomon remarked, the sounds of pita being kneaded echoing into the room. Normally something that brought delight to the digimon, but here it only served to block out the sounds of demon digimon pouring through. If push came to shove, they would protect this place from anyone dumb enough to even touch a single speck of paint off the building.

"'ana la 'alumuk ealaa alshueur bihadhih altariqati. (I don't blame you for feeling that way.)" Digitamamon added and took a moment to stretch his legs. Then it's back onto his seat, Angewomon's gaze shifting to him. Giving a nod, the sound of footsteps outside coming dangerously close to them. Shifting their attention to the door, what looked to be a Devimon could just be seen. That didn't explain the giant twin pigtail wig that awkwardly hung from their head. Nor did it explain why said pigtails had been done up in a mix of crimson red and pastel pink fibers.

"Yasa. (Despair.)" the figure announced and attempted to rip the door off. Due to their size, that was not happening anytime soon. Especially as Angewomon and her companions exited the home and faced this possible threat.

"'ah ... lasna muhtamiyn bi'ayin min dhalika. (Uh… we're not interested in any of that.)" Ogremon announced and pulled out his club. Goburimon did something similar, taking care to put Tunomon behind them. Tunomon reluctantly accepted the gesture, but was more than ready to bite their opponent.

"naema. hal yumkin 'an tuthir ahtimamak bi "aleawdat 'iilaa ealamiki" ealaa altiraz alqadimi? (Yes. Can we interest you in an old-fashioned 'return to your world'?)" Angewomon announced, a compound bow appearing in her left hand. Arrowing appearing right after, she was more than ready to fire.

"lakiniy lam 'astaslim lilyas bieda. lidha la. (But I haven't given out my despair yet. So, no.)" Devimon announced as his wings unfurled out to their full length.

Leather Wing!

Flapping his wings about, Devimon tried his hardest to bring forth a massive tornado. But all he accomplished was creating a cooler than normal breeze. Felt quite nice, just not very threatening in the slightest.

"awh hsnaan. 'aetaqid 'anani sawf 'unhi kula shay'in. hadha khata'ak , liltasjili. (Oh well. Guess I'll end it all. This is your fault, for the record.)" Devimon announced, only to be grabbed by Angewomon. Bow and arrow disappearing, she aimed for the sky. Rapidly ascending up, the angel digimon took care in throwing their opponent back through with relative ease. Landing back down mere seconds later, her attention returned to Ogremon and his brothers.

"namal 'an yakun hadha qad 'arsal risalatan 'iilaa eadam aleabath maena. (Hopefully that sent a message to not mess with us.)" Angewomon announced and got nodding from her audience. With that, they entered their abode.

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International Space System, Low Earth Orbit; Space

From Sachiko's position, there was something haunting about the portals hanging above the earth. It reminded her of the games she and Freya used to play. Just bigger and with actual polygons rather than beautiful pixel art. That fact didn't stop what looked to be sprites of evil digimon from heading through anyway.

"Daijōbudayo fureiya, kaosu. (Please be alright, Freya, Chaos.)" she prayed and let her eyes close for just a moment. Opening up right after, she could clearly make out a figure in the reflection. A Witchmon, something about them felt familiar. Had they met before? No.

"U ̄n. Kanojo ga itsumo no yō ni ōkina odoroki o fukitobasu no wa,-shin ni misute rareta dōkeshi ni makasete kudasai. Shikata ga nai. (Hmph. Leave it to that god forsaken jester to blow the big surprise like she always does. Oh well.)" the witchmon greeted with delight and Sachiko took care to meet her. While familiar to her, this felt not like something born from nostalgia. Rather, something ingrained into her soul. "Just stopping by to remind you to not let your beloved die by way of her need to make things right."

Sachiko opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Instead, she could feel the soil within the pots move about as if they were under her command.

"Ē to... Ari- (Uh… tha-)" Sachiko answered, only to find the witchmon no longer there. Turning back to her potted plants, she took care in manipulating the soil…