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  1. #141
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    Chapter 141 - Mutiny in the Bounty

    Tamiko Silverveil

    Dominimon’s unconscious body lay on the ground before a grinning Lampmon.

    “Hm…? Didn’t you say something rather funny about being able to defeat me ten minutes ago?” Lampmon asked.

    “No way…Lampmon didn’t even use any attacks; just his bare hands!” I said, speaking in a small, quavering voice.

    “Dominimon is so powerful, too; almost as strong as Edmund and Flamedramon,” Lilliana whispered. From the corner of my eye, I could see Kudamon stir, opening his eyes in a daze.

    “Tamiko…please…let me fight,” the small Rookie said. “I can still…”

    “…I guess…without Dominimon, there’s no one else here who can fight…but…”

    “Don’t worry, Tamiko…I’ll be…fine…” Kudamon stumbled up to Lampmon, who merely scoffed at the injured, trembling Rookie. “Kudamon…Warp Digivolve to…Chirinmon! Wind Cutter Sword!” Lampmon clenched his fist, preparing to attack, but Chirinmon was too fast, cutting through the Mega Digimon’s chest with the horn on his head. Lampmon screamed as Chirinmon landed unsteadily on the ground. I smiled at my partner Digimon’s success, but my joy was short lived as Chirinmon collapsed, and turned back into Kudamon.

    “Ahh…! Damn it…that actually hurt! Better kill you first before you get your strength back!” Lampmon snapped. “Phantom Turban!”

    “Shining Force!”

    “Primary Tactic!” Several powerful blasts of energy struck Lampmon in the back, once more taking him by surprise.

    “Tactimon! And Lupinemon!” I gasped.

    “Yup! Zelda found us, and she told us to wait with you in case something like this happened!” Sieglinde walked up behind me, giving me a friendly, albeit rather hard, slap on the back. “She didn’t find Edmund or anyone yet, so she told us to tell you that she’s still looking for him!”

    “Yes…it is very fortunate we found you, Tamiko,” Tactimon said. “We shall protect you and the injured, so rest easy.”

    “Ah, excellent! More corpses for the mountain!” Lampmon cracked his knuckles, and sailed towards Tactimon and Lupinemon. “Phantom Turban!” Tactimon swung his sword, but stopped halfway before striking Lampmon’s neck. I looked closer, and saw that the ribbons of Lampmon’s turban had rearranged themselves into the form of a shield, perfectly blocking Tactimon’s attack.

    “Shining Force!”

    “Golden Smog!” The two eyes on Lampmon’s lamp began to emit a baleful crimson light, and exhaled a hazy, golden fog that surrounded Lupinemon. Her lustrous eyes glazed over, and the Mega level fell over. “Phantom Turban!” The shield formed by Lampmon’s previous attack quickly changed into an enormous spear that struck Tactimon deep into his shoulder. In a flash, they were severed by Sieglinde’s rapier.

    “Stand firm, Tacty! We can do this!” Sieglinde winked, and twirled her sword around in the air.

    “Think so?” Sieglinde whipped around, prepared to attack Lampmon, but was met with a large, blue fist to her face that knocked her to the ground, where she was surrounded by Lampmon’s Golden Smog. Tactimon swung his sword once again, but once again, he was halted by Lampmon’s Phantom Turban. “You’re all…going to die. Here…and now! Phantom Turban!” More and more threads erupted from Lampmon’s turban, grabbing hold of Kudamon, Lupinemon, Tactimon, and Sieglinde, and hoisting them all up into the air. “NOW! PERSIH! IN THE NAME OF LORD MURMUXMON, I COMMAND YOU ALL TO PERISH!!!” Lampmon, now mad with excitement, prepared one final attack. With his arms raised up in the air, Lampmon was oblivious to his surroundings, and thus did not notice the large gathering of armed warriors behind him, many of which I actually recognized by face. Leading them was none other than Pheragas the First.

    “TO ARMS, COMRADES!” Pheragas yelled. With a single arm, he lifted a massive axe and jammed it deep into Lampmon’s back. The Mega Digimon screamed and yelled, thrashing around madly to see who it was who attacked him.

    “T-That voice…is that…you…Pheragas?!” Lampmon tried to turn around, but found that in doing so, he made the wound inflicted by his former servant deeper. “You…b-bastard…after all that loving care I showed to you and the others…do the Games mean nothing to your treasonous, evil heart?!”

    “You vorked us all like slaves, and vhen ve ah injured, you cast us aside like a broken toy,” Pheragas grunted. “You attacked us vhen ve vould not comply vith your mad, mad orders. You, Lampmon…deserve var vorse a vate dan dis.” Pheragas forcibly removed his axe from Lampmon’s back, and swung once more, aiming at Lampmon’s neck. Lampmon backed away, preparing to counterattack, but was too slow. Pheragas’s axe sliced all the way through Lampmon’s neck. The Mega Digimon’s head and body both hit the ground at the same instant, and dissolved away into small fragments of data, and Lampmon died instantly.

    “…Nice…you actually did it,” Sieglinde smirked. “Glad you were able to get here in time, big guy!”

    “I did vut only vas necessary of me,” Pheragas said in a modest voice. “I vas able to vree de other prisoners, but it seems it vas not necessary vor de deveat of Lampmon, at de very least. Still, I am glad dey got to vitness his demise.”

    “We couldn’t have done it without you, though,” Tactimon said.

    “Oh, vell, you all did most of de vork,” Pheragas replied.

    “Pheragas…you are a hero!” Sieglinde exclaimed. There were several nods of agreement among the other prisoners gathered behind Pheragas. “It may not have gotten to that point, but you gathered all of these innocent, captured people — you freed them — for the purpose of forming a rebellion against your cruel, hateful so-called master, who you yourself ended up killing! If that doesn’t make one a hero, I don’t know what does!”

    “O-Oh, vell…I suppose if you vish to tink of me dat vay…”

    “Yeah, totally! Hey, and you should have kids!”


    “Maybe, name one or two of them after you. You know, just…just saying. Maybe train them how to use that cool axe of yours, or something like that…”

    “…Is dat vun of your vuture traditions?” Pheragas asked, giving Sieglinde a confused glance.

    “Yes. Yes it is.”

    Stop fucking with history, Sieglinde,” Tactimon whispered into Sieglinde’s ear.
    "Evil can confuse you when you're staring at it straight in the face. You can hope the face of evil will change, but it won't unless you force it to change."

    If you enjoy(ed) my story, check this out! It's the various Digimon I've created for the entire series: ---> https://withthewill.net/threads/1844...906#post325906

  2. #142
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    Chapter 142 - A Glimpse of the Glow

    Lucia Delbray

    Kieran and I clashed our axes together over and over, their loud metallic clangs filling the vaporous air.

    “Heh; nice. Been a while since I fought a Human as strong as you, you know?” Kieran asked. “…And quite a good-looking lass, too. This ought to be interesting.” Mihiramon reared up on his hind legs, and took a swipe at Kieran, but the large man unsheathed his sword and blocked the attack flawlessly with his blade.

    “You’d better just back off,” Mihiramon growled. “We don’t have time to screw around with you! Get out of our way NOW!”

    “Well, I’m not moving, so if you want to get past me, you’ll have to defeat me first!”

    “Samurai Tiger Tail!” Once more, Mihiramon reared up, and swung his tail at Kieran’s head, but once again, his attack was blocked, with Kieran catching the Ultimate Digimon’s tail with his bare hands.

    “…You’re an Ultimate, aren’t you? And this is all you can do?” Kieran asked. With a slight twist of his arm, he yanked Mihiramon down from the air and onto the ground. “You should know…Lord Murmuxmon has given me strength. I’m not a Bio Hybrid…but he gave me just enough data from slaughtered Digimon to make me as strong as I am now while still retaining my humanity. So, forgive me if I tear your still-beating heart right out of your chest!”

    “Think you’ve got all the answers, do you?! Armored Tiger Tail!” Large metal spikes shot out from Mihiramon’s tail, piercing through Kieran’s hand as it begun to spin like a drill. Screaming, Kieran pulled away, and looked at his bloody right hand in shock.

    “…Even with one hand…I can still defeat you!” Kieran snapped. Kicking his sword aside, Kieran picked up his axe with his left hand, and swung it at me, missing my head by just a few inches. I jumped off Mihiramon’s back, and begun swinging my own axe at Kieran once more. Despite his injury, he was fighting back quite impressively through the pain. As hard as I tried to keep my distance due to my axe’s length, Kieran was constantly able to bridge the distance. “Yeah…you’re as good as they say, Tiger Woman. Oh, if only we were allies; we would be invincible together as comrades, my dear! What do you say; would you and Mihiramon at all consider joining me?”

    “You must be joking!” I shouted. “What makes you think I’d join someone as evil as Murmuxmon?!”

    “I did not mean for you to join Murmuxmon and whatever the hell he desires to do here in the past. I meant ME…my dear. Nobody could defeat us together. Murmuxmon will be nothing more than a distant memory! The whole world — every continent out there — would bow down at our feet like the pathetic weaklings they are!”



    “…You talk about living beings…Humans and Digimon…as if they are some form of possession for you to wield dominion over, and throw away when you get bored with them,” I whispered. “I could never…be with someone like you. Whether it’s working for Murmuxmon, or at Lachesis; you are someone I could NEVER consider to be an ally!”

    “…Very well. I gave you a chance…but since you have the nerve to reject my kindness, I’ll make sure you and your pet live to regret such unwarranted stupidity!” Kieran raised his axe far up above his head, ready to strike once again; I could do nothing more than lift my own axe to protect myself. Kieran swung, his axe making a loud whoosh through the air as it sliced clear through my weapon. The two pieces of my axe hit the ground, followed by several splots of blood that seeped through a newly opened wound that ran from near the bottom of my chest to the middle of my stomach. My vision grew blurry as more and more blood welled from the cut and stained my blouse. Kieran took advantage of my unsteadiness by striking the side of my head with the handle of my axe. I fell down, landing face-down in a puddle of my own blood. I vaguely heard Mihiramon calling out my name before I felt Kieran kick my shoulder, forcing me to roll over onto my back. From the corner of my eye, I could see Mihiramon pinned to the ground, with Kieran’s sword pierced through one of the Ultimate’s wings.


    “Oh, your pussy is the least of your problems at the moment,” Kieran whispered.

    “Mihiramon…get…get up…” I coughed up a few drops of blood while talking, and I could hear Kieran laugh.

    “Ready to die now?” Kieran asked. I glared up into the man’s eyes, but said nothing. “…I’ll take that as a yes. Sorry, lovely; I’ll try and spare that cute face of yours, though.”

    “Armored Tiger Tail!” Catching Kieran completely by surprise, Mihiramon’s tail drilled through the front of Kieran’s chest. More enraged than in pain, Kieran yelled out. His eyes were completely blank, and his screams filled the air. My eye widened as I could see some of his teeth grew and sharpened. His screams grew more and more feral, and his muscles swelled and expanded.

    “I’ll destroy each and every one of you!” Kieran roared, his voice much deeper and monstrous. “None from Lachesis shall survive my wrath! You shall all perish in the shadow of Murmuxmon!”

    “Tiger Wing Blades!” A blast from Mihiramon crashed into Kieran’s back, but the savage was left completely unfazed. “Tiger Wing Blades!” Again and again, Mihiramon attacked, but Kieran continued his approach towards me. Mihiramon roared even louder, shaking the air with his voice. Soon, I could hear nothing over the sound of his desperate roar, not the breeze, not the gentle chirping of a distant Nyokimon, not my own ragged breathing. A blinding, white light gradually filled the surrounding area. I closed my eye to blot out the excessive shine for just a moment, but the split second I opened them back up, Kieran lay dying on the ground.

    “…What…what the hell…was that?!” Kieran gasped. “You, Digimon…what did you do to me?! That was…way beyond your power…that light…what…was that…?” Kieran’s eyes glazed over, and his breathing ceased.

    “…Lu…cia…Are you…okay…?” Mihiramon wheezed. I looked over to the staggering Ultimate level, and saw that he had forcefully torn his wing away from Kieran’s sword, nearly tearing his wing in half in the process.

    “F-Forget about me, you dumb bastard! Why’d you get up like that?! You almost lost your damn wing!” I screamed.

    “Wings are replaceable, Lucia…but you? You are the least replaceable thing in the world, my dear,” Mihiramon whispered in a gentle voice.

    “…Mihiramon…that light…”

    “I know. It was like what Larraine did…” I nodded. “…Her light was blue, though. Mine was white…Do you think that means anything?”

    “…She’s Statch’s daughter, right? And he said that he’s one of the Sovereigns; he’s obviously not an ordinary Digimon, you know? Probably passed on some kind of special ability to her,” I murmured. “…Is he your dad, too?”

    “Doubtful. I’m probably older than the old fart,” Mihiramon yawned. “…Whatever. We still have some shit to do. Save the wondering for later, ‘k?”

    “Well, you’re no fun…”
    “I’m an old mon. Get used to it.”

    Matthew Kasuto

    Matthew…I can sense an overwhelming presence of malice nearby! Katsumi’s spirit warned. I said nothing, and continued walking. Matthew! Did you hear me?! Be careful!

    “…I heard you. But, aren’t we always in danger, my dear?” I asked.

    Mattie, don’t make light of this! Her power is growing with her rage; she’s getting to be stronger than even Flaremon! Be careful, okay?!

    “We’ll be fine, Kitty. Don’t worry…we’ll stop them. We’ll stop Murmuxmon from changing the past.”


    “…Yeah? What about her?” I asked.

    …She’s…right behind you. With a start, I whirled around, and was greeted with a swift kick to my face. Matthew!

    “You were the one who hurt Elderia, weren’t you?” the woman asked. Coronamon whirled around and readied an attack, but a look of fierceness flashed in the deep violet eyes of the woman that matched the vividity of her bright orange hair made the brave little Rookie back off. “You hurt her; that was not necessary, you bastard! What kind of man beats up on a defenseless little girl?! Especially one who’s had such a difficult life!”

    “Who the hell do you think you are, lady?!” Coronamon snapped.

    “Call me Marissa,” the woman said hotly. “Now, answer my question, you filth!”

    “…Look. She attacked us first, okay? Well…I think she did. Either way, she was trying to kill us. She should just consider herself lucky I didn’t return the favor. A meek little thing like her, it just wouldn’t have felt right. But, if a real bitch like you comes at me, I’d be more than happy to cut your throat.”

    …Matthew…This isn’t like you, Katsumi’s spirit whispered quietly. You used to be so gentle…what happened to him…?

    “Well then…I’d best slip into something a bit more comfortable, hm?” Backing away from me, Marissa pulled a Digivice from the waist of her skirt. “Say hello to my little friend, the Bio Link Digivice!”

    …She’s a Bio Hybrid…Matthew, please; I’m begging you! Be careful!

    “Bio Hybrid D.N.A. Charge! Bio Hybrid Digivolve to, BioNymphmon!” A mere fraction of her Human form’s height, BioNymphmon whizzed around in the air overhead. “Behold! I may look small, but I am a full-blown Ultimate level! You idiots don’t stand a chance!”

    “…Coronamon. You know what you need to do,” I said quietly.

    “Matthew…Understood. I will do my best. Coronamon Warp Digivolve to, Flaremon!”

    “Ooh, I’m so fucking scared! Do your worst, you son of a bitch!” BioNymphmon shrieked.

    “Crimson Beast King…W-Where the hell’d she go?!” Flaremon cautiously glanced around his surroundings, trying desperately to find the petite BioNymphmon. It was at that moment that I spotted her just behind Flaremon.

    “Flaremon! Watch out!” I shouted. “She’s right behind you!”

    “Lunar Blast!” From her small and dainty hands, BioNymphmon conjured a glowing, pink sphere much larger than herself that she unleashed at the back of Flaremon’s head. Roaring fiercely, Flaremon turned around and swung his claws at the tiny fairy, but missed. BioNymphmon used this opportunity to fire another Lunar Blast right at Flaremon’s furry face. Toppling over backwards, the massive Ultimate shrunk and turned back into Coronamon.


    “You’re next! Lunar Blast!” In the slightest fraction of a second, I readied my bow and fired an arrow right through the center of BioNymphmon’s attack. Surprised, BioNymphmon hovered motionless in the air as my arrow sailed onwards and struck her leg. “OW! You bastard! I’ll kill you! I’LL KILL YOU! DAZZLING GLEAM!” BioNymphmon’s wings began to glow and expand outwards. Pure white blasts of energy shot out from her wings at me, much faster than I could react, let alone ready my bow to counterattack. The energy blasts exploded the instant they hit the ground, throwing clumps of dust into the air.


    “Lunar Blast!” As I began running over to my partner Digimon to protect him, another attack of BioNymphmon’s struck me in the back, making me fall to the ground. I looked up just in time to see her unleash another Dazzling Gleam, striking Coronamon and myself. The air filled with the bright light of her attack, but soon, I saw nothing but darkness.
    "Evil can confuse you when you're staring at it straight in the face. You can hope the face of evil will change, but it won't unless you force it to change."

    If you enjoy(ed) my story, check this out! It's the various Digimon I've created for the entire series: ---> https://withthewill.net/threads/1844...906#post325906

  3. #143
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    Chapter 143 - Ne'er the Twins Shall Meet

    Eleanora Kasuto

    Lunamon finally shut her sweet, pink eyes as she shifted her weight around in my arms. Small, almost invisible droplets of rain fell through the dense, green leaves of the dark and misty forest.
    I wish I knew where I was going, I thought. This forest is so familiar, but the arrangement of all these trees is all wrong. I guess 1,300 years will do that to a forest, but still…

    “Hey! Ellie! There you are!” Lunamon’s ears twitched at the sound of the voice, but the small Rookie remained asleep. Waving and smiling at me, Mia ran as fast as she ever did. I returned her radiant smile, but jumped back when I saw who was following her. Completely dumbstruck at the sight of Alphonse Lincoln, I promptly dropped Lunamon on the moist ground.

    “Mia…? What…are you…is he…what the fuck…?!”

    “Oh, yeah! This is Alphonse! He was that man I was going to fight when you all left, remember?” Mia asked.


    “Oh, he just wants to join our guild!” Mia smiled. I stared in dismay at the young blonde.

    “…I’m starting to believe that actually is your natural hair color…”

    “What do you mean?” Mia asked.

    “Nothing; never mind…”

    “I believe she is attempting to imply that she doesn’t trust me in any way, shape, or form, while also attempting to maintain the stereotype that blonde people are uniquely unintelligent,” Alphonse said. “As a blonde myself, I take offense to this.”

    “Oh! Oh, that isn’t very nice, Ellie! We can trust Alphonse! Sure, he’s a bit of a flirt like Sparrow, but he’s a nice guy!”

    “I’ll believe it when I see it,” I replied calmly.

    “Oh, c’mon! I even had my back turned to him for a while, but he didn’t stick anything in me—”


    “—like a knife! Or, a sword!”

    “…Oh. Yeah. That’s totally what I thought you were going to say,” I mumbled sarcastically. “Goddess, Mia, think before you speak…”

    “Well, he did grope me a few times, but other than that, nothing evil or suspicious!” Mia added.

    “Are you…certain we can trust this man?” I asked.

    “My lady, I would like nothing more than to prove my loyalty to you and your guild,” Alphonse said. “Perhaps…over dinner, sometime?”

    “…Can I kill him now?”

    “What?! No! He’s a member of our guild!” Mia exclaimed.

    “If you think that for even a minute that I actually trust this man, then you’re even dumber than Neemon!” I screamed at the blonde.

    “…You don’t have to be so mean about it,” Mia sulked.

    “D-Don’t cry! L-Look, all I’m saying is that we just need to be careful, okay?”


    “And you, Alphonse; if you do anything even remotely suspicious—”

    “I am fully aware; Lady Mia already gave me the proper warning,” Alphonse said. “Something about a sword to the groin or whatnot…? I wasn’t paying attention; I was too busy staring at—”

    “Hey, Ellie? What are you doing out here in this forest?” Mia asked. “Are you looking for Mattie…?”

    “That was the plan, but…I think first, I need to find myself…”

    “A little soul searching, huh?” Mia asked.

    “No, I literally do not know where I am right now.”

    “Oh, I remember! Murmuxmon told me before I came here; these small woods are the site of the notorious Cursed Woods in the future we all came from!” Alphonse chimed in.

    “And us being in the Cursed Woods is a good thing because…?”

    “Well, now we know where we are! We can all easily make our way back to Celicia! And the woods aren’t supposed to become cursed for another…seven-hundred years, I believe?”

    “Welp! Now that we know where we are, what say we go look for Matthew?” Mia asked.

    “By any chance…Is Matthew a blond kid wearing green…?” Alphonse asked. His face looked pale, and his expression far more serious than his previous dopey grin.

    “He’s hardly a kid, but yeah, that’s him. Why?” Mia asked.

    “…Then we need not search any further…” Alphonse lifted a trembling arm and pointed dead ahead of himself. “…He’s…right there.” My heart skipped a few beats when I looked where Alphonse had pointed. Crucified and tied to a large oak tree by tethers constructed of light, my brother, covered in blood, hung silently, just barely alive. In a smaller tree next to him was Coronamon.

    “Matthew! MATTHEW!!!”

    “That light binding him to the tree…Gods, Marissa must be nearby,” Alphonse muttered. “Eleanora! Stay back!”

    “Like hell I will! That’s my twin brother up there! I’ve got to get him down!” I screamed.

    “Just…Look, let me do this, okay?” Rummaging through his coat pocket, Alphonse pulled out a Digimon Talisman. “Come forth; Togemon!”

    “Ya’ called me, boss?” the giant Champion Digimon asked upon materializing from a golden light.

    “That poor kid on the tree; get him down safely and gently.”

    “Huh? That kid…? But, Boss…Marissa—”

    “Don’t worry about Marissa. Just get him down,” Alphonse said quietly.

    “Yeah, Boss. Got it!” The large Togemon stumbled carefully over towards Matthew, and unleashed its Needle Spray attack at the light tethers that bound my brother and Coronamon. Catching them as they began to fall, Togemon lay them gently on the ground before me.

    “MATTHEW! Speak to me! Wake up!” I yelled hysterically. No response. I placed my hand over his chest, and I could feel his heart beating, although just barely. “Matthew…” I placed his hand in mine, and then, everything seemed to happen all at once. A blast of pure light energy exploded behind me, and I could hear the unsheathing of two swords.

    “Gaiomon! Go all out!” I looked over my shoulder, and saw that Alphonse had summoned another Digimon, the immense, Mega-level Gaiomon. Opposing them was a diminutive, fairy-like Digimon.

    “Alphonse, Alphonse, what are you doing?! Freeing my hostage, and then attacking me?! Lord Murmuxmon will be most displeased!” the small Digimon exclaimed.

    “To the Dark Area with Murmuxmon! Only a monster would ask for a young child to be crucified to a tree! …And make his beautiful sister cry!”

    “Oh, Alphonse…Did the little blonde persuade you a little too well?” the Digimon asked.

    “No! Well, yes, but…Look, I meant what I said about the kid, Marissa! Even without his hot sister in the picture!”

    “Marissa?! THIS little thing is Marissa?!” Mia exclaimed.

    “I am NOT little!” Marissa snapped.

    “Yeah, that’s her; Marissa Ruby…She’s a Bio Hybrid Nymphmon, too,” Alphonse whispered.

    “Isn’t it a little too late for you to be forming a conscious after everything you’ve done?” BioNymphmon asked. “Remember, your list of sins FAR outnumbers my own! You’ve been with Murmuxmon even longer than me!”

    “That may be, but I’m not going to give up on life just because of a few misguided mistakes. The first step to redemption begins with moving forward with your life; don’t worry about forgiveness from those you’ve hurt. Work towards fixing those mistakes first, and set things right! And I’ll start moving forward…by destroying you! Gaiomon, take her out!”

    “Cross Slicer!”

    “Oh, don’t be absurd! You know none of your Spirits stand a chance against me! Lunar Blast!” Forming a large, pink sphere between her hands, BioNymphmon easily stopped Gaiomon’s massive blade in the palm of her tiny hand. “You’re nothing compared to me!”

    “Tankmon. Get her.” Yet another Digimon Spirit emerged from one of Alphonse’s Talismans, appearing right behind BioNymphmon.

    “…Oh, please. Your pincer attack?” BioNymphmon scoffed. “That may have worked on your other enemies, but not with me!”

    “Hyper Cannon!” Laughing to herself, BioNymphmon flew up into the air and away from Gaiomon’s sword. Tankmon’s fired missile sailed directly towards Gaiomon, but at the last second, the projectile meandered and soared up into the air, striking a direct hit against BioNymphmon. Screaming, the tiny Bio Hybrid fell to the ground.

    “W…What the hell was that?!” BioNymphmon shrieked. “Tankmon’s missiles…they don’t have a mind of their own, damn it!”

    “Please. You don’t think Gaiomon was holding hands with you because he liked you, did he?” Alphonse asked. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice it; Gaiomon’s Gaia Reactor attack. He can concentrate all of the air in the atmosphere, and increase its temperature. And, what Tankmon fired…was a heat-seeking guided missile. It sensed the air around you that Gaiomon heated, and sailed right towards you.”

    “You…bastard…you’ve never…done that…before…”

    “Think I should’ve told you? Forget it. Never reveal all of your tricks, even to your allies,” Alphonse replied.

    “But how…could this be…? Your Digimon…aren’t stronger than me…”

    “Have you forgotten? Each of us have our own unique ways of defeating the enemy,” Alphonse retorted. “Agunimon prefers winning a quick, decisive battle with pure strength that overwhelms the enemy. Kieran enjoys long, drawn-out battles with true warriors. Puppetmon destroys the enemy from within by taking control of them, and forcing them to fight amongst themselves. You, my dear, overwhelm the enemy with your speed, and strike when they get exhausted. But me…my expertise is strategically trapping the enemy, and annihilating them in one blow.” Alphonse snapped his fingers, and instantly, the gigantic form of the silver-colored MetalSeadramon that had once been the partner of Karen Swan appeared above the fallen BioNymphmon. “One blow…coming right up!”

    “River of Power!”

    “…Lunar Blast!” Once more forming a pink energy sphere between her hands, BioNymphmon unleashed her attack before MetalSeadramon had a chance to react, instantly destroying the Digimon Spirit. “Dazzling Gleam!”

    “Togemon! Defensive maneuver!” Alphonse ordered.

    “Needle Spray!” Without hesitation, Togemon began firing needles indiscriminately at the white energy darts unleashed by BioNymphmon’s wings, matching the Bio Hybrid needle for needle until one of BioNymphmon’s darts slipped through and struck Togemon between the eyes.

    “No! Togemon…” Alphonse watched in dismay as Togemon fell backwards, defeated.

    “Any more bright ideas, boss man?” Gaiomon asked.

    “…If your opponent were them…instead of me…or if you weren’t enamored by that blonde girl…you’d be the victor,” BioNymphmon said in between heavy breaths. “Next time…don’t underestimate me!”

    “…Why did you attack Matthew?” I asked. The small Digimon looked down from the sky at me. “Tell me. Why did you almost kill my brother?! Answer me!”

    “Why…? Well…why the fuck not?! He nearly killed one of my own allies! Elderia…she could barely defend herself, a mage as powerful as herself…She was just a sweet, little girl, and he ruthlessly and viciously attacked her! That bastard…he deserved far worse a fate!” I said nothing, and glared at the small Digimon. “Death to Matthew, and all those he calls kin! He shall suffer for what he’s done to poor Elderia!”

    “…That’s ENOUGH!” Unable to control my hatred, I leaped up into the air, and drew my sword, slicing through BioNymphmon’s shirt. Screaming, the pixie hit the ground in a puddle of her own blood. “Threaten my brother once again…and I will kill you where you stand!”

    “Good luck trying! Lunar Blast!” As soon as BioNymphmon fired her attack, I swung my blade, and cleaved through her energy blast effortlessly. “Dazzling Gleam!” From her wings, BioNymphmon fired a countless number of needles, all of which I was able to dodge as I leapt through the air once again and struck the Bio Hybrid with my sword. “Damn it! You’re actually strong…and this is my Digimon form!” With a look of purest malice, BioNymphmon turned her back to me, and began flying away.

    “GET BACK HERE!” In a fit of rage, I began running after BioNymphmon, but as I chased her, she unleashed her Dazzling Gleam attack once again, leaving a trail of dust in her wake as she flew on. Several glowing darts were actually successful in hitting me, mainly my legs and feet. My boots were soon torn to shreds, but still, I chased after the Digimon on bloodied feet, eventually meeting her at the end of the forest, atop the edge of a high cliff overlooking the ocean. Tumultuous dark clouds raged overhead, matching the churning, ink-black waters of the sea.

    “Ready…to do this?!” BioNymphmon gasped, looking to be on the verge of collapse. I, too, felt exhausted, but I wasn’t about to let her know that.

    “Let’s end this!” Catching BioNymphmon completely off guard, I swung my blade, striking as quickly as a flash of lightning I saw just moments before, striking her belly and cutting through her chest. With an agonized shriek, BioNymphmon hovered down to the ground, and regained her Human form, a much taller woman with bright orange hair. “…Marissa. I have a tendency to spare my enemies. But for you…I’ll make an exception.”

    “Not so fast!” In a lightning-quick maneuver, Marissa plunged a sharp, serrated dagger into the left side of my abdomen. “Among Murmuxmon’s followers…I’m known as the ‘assassin,’ I’ll have you know! And for very good reason! So, do excuse me if I assassinate you!”

    “Not a chance in hell!” I dropped my own sword to the ground, and forcefully yanked the dagger from my belly, and slashed Marissa across the face. “You die, NOW!” Without thinking, I tackled Marissa to what I expected to be the ground, and then fell off the cliff that I had forgotten we were positioned over, all the way down and into the churning waves of the ocean south of Lotisea Province. Below the surface, I kept my grip on Marissa’s throat, determined to see her perish before the night has finished. This…may be my last battle…I’ll make it count! Marissa opened her violet eyes once again, and I pulled my hand back when I saw the grief and sorrow contained within them. That was when darkness surrounded the both of us. What…is this…? I didn’t pass out…are we both still alive…? A gentle force began to slowly lift the two of us up towards the surface until we finally broke through. “What…is this…?” Somewhat less gently, both Marissa and I were teleported back up the cliff all the way to the top.

    “Marissa…and…you must be Eleanora…” A raven-haired woman spoke so gently, giving both Marissa and me looks of deep concern. “…I’m glad I found you…”

    “…Are you Elderia?” I whispered. The woman nodded, and glanced to Marissa. “Why…did you save us both? My brother hurt you…and Marissa is your ally…why—”

    “Eleanora, your brother only did what was expected of him as a warrior of Lachesis. There is no need to concern yourself over that matter,” Elderia replied. “…Marissa swore vengeance on him. And, I’m assuming she got it…”


    “…Before Marissa left to get her revenge…Not long after your brother defeated me…Matthew told me about Murmuxmon…his goals…his cruelty…At the time, I chose merely to ignore what Murmuxmon did out of gratitude for saving my life from those who wished me dead. I’m a gypsy, and he needed my powers; my magic, and my ability to see the future, even if just partially. He needed me to see the future to see what he has changed thus far…but after the talk Matthew and Coronamon had with me, I know Murmuxmon would have killed me himself once he had no need of my powers…If…they hadn’t said anything to me about Murmuxmon…my doubt in him would never waver. I’m sure I would gladly have given my life for him…but not anymore. Murmuxmon needs to be stopped. And I can’t…I can’t bear to see any more innocent Humans or Digimon get hurt…especially because of me…Eleanora…Please…please promise me that you and your friends will stop Murmuxmon.”

    “Elderia…” I lowered my gaze, and glanced over at Marissa. “…Is she…going to be okay…?”

    “She’ll be fine; no need to worry. She…she’s just sleeping.”

    “Sleeping? Like…not passed out, even?” I asked.

    “No, she’s asleep. She’s…seems to suffer from narcolepsy…If you can even call it suffering. She looks so peaceful and cute sound asleep…”

    “A narcoleptic assassin…Murmuxmon must’ve been desperate,” I huffed.

    “Well, she’s strong. And she isn’t narcoleptic when in her Bio Hybrid form,” Elderia said. I sighed, and lowered my hand to my belly, where I saw that the wound had closed up. “My magic…I used it to heal the both of you. You will both…live through this. I swear it.”
    “…Elderia…thank you. Thank you…for saving me,” I whispered. The beautiful gypsy blushed, but smiled.

    Matthew Kasuto

    Slowly, my eyes opened to take in the world around me. My whole body ached, but I was able to slowly lift my head. Eleanora was instantly at my side as soon as I did.

    “Matthew! Are you okay?! Please be okay! Where does it hurt?! Tell me where it hurts, and I’ll—”

    “Eleanora. I’m fine,” I whispered dryly. I could tell that the tone of my voice filled my twin sister with sadness, but I paid it little mind. “And I thought I told you, you don’t need to worry about me like this.”

    “Like hell I do! You were fucking crucified!” Eleanora screamed.

    “…You’re not my big sister, and you’re not my mother. So, stop treating me like I can’t take care of myself.”

    “Matthew…” I glanced around, and saw Coronamon lying unconscious in Mia’s lap. Next to her sat a blond man I didn’t know, but I paid him no notice.

    “…Let’s get going, shall we? Murmuxmon won’t defeat himself.”

    “Matthew!” Eleanora snapped. “…You aren’t going anywhere until you tell me why you keep trying to push me away. Got it?!”

    “Jeez, you’re never going to let this go, are you…”

    “Matthew. What happened to you over in Cyllene?” Eleanora asked. “…Is it about Katsumi? I know you loved her…”

    “Eleanora. I…I was there…when she was killed.” Eleanora and Mia both gasped. The man sitting next to Mia had both pity and a somber confusion in his amber eyes.

    “You didn’t…you didn’t ever tell me that…”

    “She was shot in the chest; by that same woman who killed Alicia and Wayland. That arrow just…tore…through her chest…there was nothing I could do to save her…All I could do was kill Eliza for what she did to the woman I loved…If Flaremon didn’t ever stop me, I’d probably still be there, stabbing her bloated corpse with that arrowgun…”


    “…And…there’s…one other thing,” I mumbled. I glanced over at Katsumi’s spirit, who gave me a gentle smile and an encouraging nod. “…Back in Shendu Territory…after we were left shipwrecked by Leviamon…I began seeing her spirit.” Eleanora gave me a blank look.

    “Spirit…you mean…her ghost…?” I nodded.

    “She’s remained at my side ever since she first came to me that day, helping me, giving me advice, support…I doubt I could’ve gone through half of the battles I’ve took part in since returning from Cyllene…had she not been there for me.”

    “Matthew…WHY DIDN’T YOU EVER TELL ME?!” Eleanora yelled tearfully. “Why…didn’t you tell me…?! Why…”

    “I…didn’t think you’d believe me. Besides…I didn’t want you to constantly remind me of her death. I have enough of that in my dreams at night. Coronamon knows too, and Karen Swan does, too. I just…didn’t want to keep hearing about how she died…that she did.”

    “Do you really think I’d have…done that to you?! Matthew…how could you…?”

    “…Um…I hate to interrupt this, but…I think we should start looking for the others,” Mia said quietly, not bothering to hide the anxious look on her face. “The only problem is, I don’t know where they are…”

    “Hey, no problem! Just leave it to old Alphonse!” The blond man sitting next to Mia jumped up enthusiastically, and reached into his pocket. “Come forth, Cerberusmon!”

    Huh; another Summoner. How interesting, Katsumi mused.

    “You wouldn’t believe this fella’s nose! He can track somebody’s scent from halfway across the continent!” Alphonse exclaimed in an excited voice.

    “Ah, you flatter me, buddy,” Cerberusmon said sheepishly. “But, I’ll do my best to find the warriors of Lachesis! Just leave it to me!”
    "Evil can confuse you when you're staring at it straight in the face. You can hope the face of evil will change, but it won't unless you force it to change."

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  4. #144
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    Chapter 144 - Dark Destiny

    Sparrow Lea

    A nervous Hawkmon ran his beak through the feathers on his wings, an oft-seen habit of his when he was uncertain of what to do. All around me, my friends and allies had similar expressions ranging from simple confusion to outright angst and concern. Still unconscious, AeroVeedramon, Elizabeth, Quetzalmon, Kamemon, Salamon, and Kudamon rested peacefully, blissfully unaware of the certain danger the rest of us faced. At the makeshift camp that had been set up for our recovering friends, Mihiramon lounged off to the side, with Lucia sitting, nestled up against his fur.

    It was Eleanora who spoke first, speaking in that gentle, soothing voice that had always made my worries vanish.

    “…Murmuxmon and his allies…no, his pawns; they hurt our friends,” the beautiful swordswoman began, speaking calmly but firmly. “But rest assured, I will get revenge for the pain inflicted upon them. I swear on the blade passed down from my ancestor, Thomas Kasuto, that I will personally strike down Murmuxmon.” Matthew stared vacantly off to the side, not seeming to pay attention to what Eleanora was saying. Mia and the man with her, Alphonse, both nodded in agreement to Eleanora’s short speech.

    “I don’t think all of us ought to go fight Murmuxmon at once, though,” I added. “Remember, we’ve still got some injured people here, and I don’t doubt that Murmuxmon has more allies lying in wait for us to leave so they can pick them off one by one.”

    “Well, I guess I’ll stay behind, then,” Sieglinde offered. “I’ll be able to smell if any enemy comes our way with Lupinemon.”

    “I shall stay as well,” Tactimon added. “…I’d feel bad if I just left Sieg to do all the work by herself…”

    “Why, thank you, Tacty!” Sieglinde beamed.

    “…Now, then; before we go to fight Murmuxmon, should we track down our missing allies? Or, should we go to him right away?” I asked. “We still don’t know where the boss is…”

    “Um…actually…There’s something I need to tell all of you.” The gypsy woman, Elderia, nervously glanced around our large group. “…Murmuxmon…a few hours ago, he…he murdered your master, Ulysses.” A grim silence fell upon us all.

    “…What…do you mean?” I asked in a quavering voice. “Ulysses…he’s…dead…?”

    “I’m sorry…but it is the truth, and you need to know it. Talosmon has gone missing, as well…”

    “…That can’t be,” Eleanora whispered, speaking just barely above a whisper. Matthew, too, looked surprised by the news, but didn’t seem altogether that broken up about it. Mia, on the other hand, promptly burst into tears. “Without a master…without our leader…what will we do…? Without Ulysses…it’s like our head has been separated from our body…”

    “…We get revenge. That’s what we’ll do,” I replied. “Our enemies…they may kill some of us from time to time…We will grieve for our fallen brethren…and in the meantime, we shall find those responsible…and destroy them.”


    “Now’s not the time for tears, Ellie. Now…is the time to fight!” I said, doing my best to give the beautiful woman an encouraging smile. In truth, I felt just as at a loss as she, but I knew I could not let it affect me, lest I follow in the footsteps of our leader, and perish in battle. “I’m going to go kick Murmuxmon’s ass. Hawkmon, Matt, Coronamon, Ellie, Lunamon, Mia, Lucia, Edmund, Trionfimon, all of you are coming with me. Oh, and you too…blond dude who’s name I don’t remember at the moment.”

    “Call me Alphonse; Alphonse Lincoln,” the man smiled.

    “Yeah, you come to. And you too, cute gypsy girl.” I glanced at Elderia, having forgotten her name as well.

    “…What about me?” Mihiramon asked.

    “…Dude. Seriously? Your wing is all torn up!” I stared at the Ultimate level Digimon, in awe of his eagerness to fight once more in his current condition. “You stay behind.”


    “Isole, Giselle, Lilliana, Melanie, Madelyn, Bokomon, Dominimon, and Zelda; you all stay behind as well,” I continued. “Also, if Abigail, Flamedramon, or Talosmon show up here, tell them where we went…and send them our way. We’re going to need all the help we can get.”

    “Just to be clear…where are you going?” Bokomon asked.

    “Murmuxmon is…most likely in the capital city, Celicia,” Elderia said timidly. “He probably won’t be at the castle, knowing him…he’s probably anticipating all of you to find him…”

    “Will you guide us to him?” Lucia asked.

    “I…I can, but…I…can’t help you fight him,” Elderia whispered. “I’m…sorry…”
    “Hey; don’t worry about it, gorgeous,” I smiled. “Just lead the way, and we can take care of the rest.”

    Celicia Castle

    “…This is where Melanie said to look, right?” I asked. “She told us to find someone important here in the castle, without getting caught…”

    “Yes,” Abigail whispered. “I believe she said we would find that person in the queen and king’s personal quarters.” I gazed up uncertainly at the large, ornate door that lead to that very room. “…Flamedramon? Is there something wrong?”

    “I dunno…I just…I’m not sure if I fully trust Melanie,” I murmured.

    “Whyever not, dear?”

    “Well, she just came up to us out of the blue, you know? I mean, everything she’s told us so far has been correct, but…I can’t help but worry if she’s somehow trying to lead us into a trap…”

    “Oh, Johnny…”

    “…I’ve told you not to call me that. That was…a name from a previous life. I am Flamedramon now.”

    “I’m sorry…”

    “…Well, this door isn’t going to open itself. Let’s go.” Removing any hesitation I might have had, I opened the door to the private chambers of Queen Mana and King Byron. The room was empty. I sighed a breath of relief, and walked in first, with my wife following in after me. My gaze focused on a far corner of the room, where a motionless being stood, staring blankly at nothing.

    “…Is that him?” Abigail asked.

    “Must be. I’m surprised, though…I didn’t think Murmuxmon would have it in him,” I said, walking up to the Digimon. “Clockmon…you’re supposed to be eternally neutral because of your powers…And somehow, Murmuxmon was able to get you to do as he wished. You poor bastard…”

    “Well…okay, so we were able to find Clockmon like Melanie wanted; now what?” Abigail asked. “…Looks like he’s under the control of some spell Murmuxmon cast…”

    “Yes…his eyes are completely blank; pure white…”

    “…Do you think Edmund could undue whatever spell Murmuxmon cast on Clockmon?”

    “I’m not sure…If anyone could have, it would have been Luna. But Edmund…”

    “Why not him? He’s your son; how could you doubt him?”

    “It’s not that…It’s just that Luna has a deeper expertise in dark magic, where Edmund uses the magics of nature; you know, fire and wind, and all that stuff.”

    “So then…Wisemon or Katsumi could also have reversed the spell?”

    “Undoubtedly…but Wisemon didn’t follow us, and Katsumi…Well, you know…”
    “Well, let’s at least take him with us,” Abigail said. “Maybe we can find someone to break this spell…”


    The deep, golden moon hung softly in the middle of the otherwise clear and empty sky. In its simple radiance, I could see the approach of those who dared to face me. The warriors of Lachesis were coming for me. I smiled. I clenched my fist, and spread my wings out as they came closer and closer. Though they numbered fewer than I had expected, it mattered not to me.

    The only thing that mattered was that I change the one thing I could not all those years ago…
    "Evil can confuse you when you're staring at it straight in the face. You can hope the face of evil will change, but it won't unless you force it to change."

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  5. #145
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    Chapter 145 - Stratagem in Black Armor

    Sparrow Lea

    There he stood. Bathed in the golden light of the unusually large moon that hung low in the sky, Murmuxmon stood, waiting for us, as Elderia had said. Hawkmon alighted to my shoulder, and nodded.

    “…This is it, Sparrow,” he whispered. “Our final battle…”

    “No. Not our last…because we’ll win,” I replied. “We’ll win…because we have to.”

    “I didn’t quite mean it like that…But, now that you mention it—”

    “Hawkmon? Shut up,” I interrupted.

    “…Of course.”

    “Everybody; prepare yourselves!” Lucia yelled. “Digimon, evolve to your highest forms, and ready for battle!” My friends and I readied our various Digivices, whilst Mia and Alphonse pulled out the Talismans containing their strongest Digimon Spirits.

    “Hawkmon Armor Digivolve to, Shurimon, the Samurai of Sincerity!”

    “Coronamon Warp Digivolve to, Flaremon!”

    “Lunamon Warp Digivolve to, Crescemon!”

    “Come forth, Aquarimon!”

    “Come forth, Gaiomon!”

    Murmuxmon glared down at us all, not moving, never quavering, not appearing to be the slightest bit concerned about his upcoming battle. “So, you’ve betrayed me too, Alphonse…”

    “What can I say? I’ve always had a set of morals when I was working for you,” the blond replied. “I only stayed…well, honestly, it was because Marissa was so beautiful. But then, I met this lovely young lady here, Mia. But, she’s just so much more than another pretty face. She’s brave, and loyal, and kind, too. And her friends; they’re all there for each other, you know? Sparrow and Lucia are there to motivate their friends when things go bad; Matthew and Eleanora care so deeply about each other. I guess I…just wanted to be a part of all that, you know? Plus, I heard from Elderia that you savagely attacked her after losing to Matthew…and also, that you murdered Ulysses. So, let’s just say…that getting revenge is quite high on my list of priorities!”

    “You are a fool, Alphonse Lincoln! Your Spirits combined couldst never hope to lay a finger on me! And yet you blather on about revenge?! What revenge could you possibly hope to get with such meager strength as your own?!”

    “Duh…in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not exactly alone here!” Alphonse exclaimed in an almost excited tone of voice.

    “Oh, you mean the warriors of Lachesis?! They don’t fare much better than you do, traitor! Just slightly, but not by very fucking much!” Murmuxmon roared.
    “…We’ll see about that,” I murmured. “Everybody…! CHARGE!”


    “Tactimon, were you able to find anybody?” Sieglinde asked. Slowly, I shook my head, filling the silent air with the unmistakable metallic clinks of my obsidian armor. The blonde swordswoman sighed impatiently and sadly.

    “Sieg, don’t worry…Everyone will be okay; I promise,” I whispered gently.

    “Everyone…except for Ulysses, that is…”


    “I mean; if Murmuxmon’s strong enough to defeat the master and Talosmon…then…what about Sparrow, and Ellie, and all of the others? They don’t stand a chance, even if Edmund is with them…”

    “Sieglinde…I don’t think you have anything to worry about, my dear…” I raised my arm and gently placed a hand on the young woman’s flushed cheek. “Sieglinde…I’m scared too. But, I believe in them. I believe in not only their strength, but their commitment to their duties as mercenaries of this guild.”


    “…Sieglinde…If…things don’t happen to work the way we desire, then…I want you to know…that I—”

    “GUYS! LOOK OUT!” Catching the both of us completely off guard, Lupinemon, running faster than I had ever seen her run before, tackled both me and her Human partner to the ground, just in time to take us out of the line of fire from an oncoming blade of air. “Looks like our…‘friends’ are back,” the Mega Digimon growled. I looked up, and saw Butenmon and GrapLeomon standing above us.

    “We’ll need to make this quick,” Sieglinde said, drawing her rapier. “We’ve got to protect the others!”

    “Nya ha ha! And just how do yous plan on doing that?!” another voice asked. Descending from the trees, an injured Puppetmon swung his hammer at me, just barely missing my head as I moved out of the way. “Ha ha! Yous thought you were through wit’ me, didja?!”

    “Lord Puppetmon, let us not waste any more time; we must obliterate them for our master Murmuxmon!” Butenmon raised his massive sword in the air, preparing to strike.

    “Okay, okay; go ‘head and mince them!” Puppetmon cheered.

    “Dance of the Sun!”

    “Cyclonic Kick!”

    “Everyone, close your eyes!” Lupinemon exclaimed. “Shining Force!” A blast of white energy erupted from Lupinemon’s golden fur, filling the air with its blinding radiance. Butenmon and GrapLeomon instantly halted their attacks, covering their eyes with their hands and arms to blot out the intense light.

    “Puppet Pummel!”

    No! Lupinemon! Unaffected by Lupinemon’s gleam, Puppetmon moved forward, ready to strike. I blocked his hammer with my sheathed blade, but just barely. The light of the Shining Force faded away, enabling GrapLeomon and Butenmon to open their eyes and move forward once again. Damn; this isn’t good…! Lupinemon was caught off guard by the force of Butenmon’s massive sword striking her left flank. “Lupinemon!”

    “Don’t forget about me!” As soon as I looked over my shoulder at Lupinemon, Puppetmon swung his hammer and struck me on the side of my head. “Nya ha ha! All right, which o’ yous guys wanna finish these guys off? Or, should I dos it, eh?”

    “If you only care about the glory, then I suggest you stay out of our way,” GrapLeomon said.

    “Indeed; the job needs to be done swiftly and accurately, not artistically,” Butenmon added.

    “Fine! Then you deal with it!” Puppetmon sneered.

    “And deal with it I shall! The King of Fist!”

    “Wild God’s Thrust!” Ignoring any pain I felt at the moment, I lunged forward and rammed the tip of my blade into GrapLeomon’s face, clear through the back of his head. His entire head exploded, and in an instant, the Ultimate Digimon was dead.

    “Hm…Still have some fight in you, I see,” Butenmon murmured. “No matter…We may fall, but Murmuxmon shall destroy you all!”

    “Ultimate Tactic!” My sword began to emit a furious light as I held it skyward, shortly before cutting through Butenmon’s waist. The second Digimon fell, and soon died as well.

    “Haah…man, and after all that talk, too,” Puppetmon said wistfully. “Puppet Pummel!”

    “Wild God’s Thrust!” My sword made contact with Puppetmon’s hammer, resulting in a massive explosion that pushed the two of us apart. “Primary Tactic!” In the slightest fraction of a second, my attack was fully charged, ready to blast away Puppetmon. And yet, to my horror, my body, moving on its own, turned and faced Sieglinde and Lupinemon just as I unleashed my attack. “NO! SIEGLINDE!!!!”

    “What the hell do you think you’re DOING?!” Lupinemon screamed, jumping in front of her partner just before my attack made contact. “Damn it…Tactimon…why?!”

    “Lupinemon, it’s not him…It was Puppetmon,” Sieglinde whispered.

    “Aw, damn it; I was hoping I could trick yous!” Puppetmon whined. “Oh well; I can still kill all of yous!” With a few twitches of his skinny fingers, Puppetmon forced me to raise my sword back up into the air while preparing another Ultimate Tactic aimed at Lupinemon and Sieglinde.

    “Urgh…you two…get away from here!” I grunted.

    “NO! We are NOT going to let Puppetmon succeed in breaking up our guild!” Lupinemon howled. The Mega Digimon leaped up off the ground, charging right at Puppetmon, but it was at that moment that Puppetmon forced me to unleash my Ultimate Tactic. Lupinemon took the full force of my strongest attack, slamming her directly into the hard, dusty ground.

    “Lupinemon…” Taking control of me once again, Puppetmon turned my sword at Sieglinde. “NO! Cease this at once, Puppetmon! Do what you will to me, but do not turn my sword against my friends!”

    “Hmm…Okay! Puppet Pummel!” Puppetmon’s hammer struck me directly in the face, exploding instantly on contact. The force of the impact was almost enough to knock me completely unconscious. Sieglinde was instantly at my side, and Puppetmon walked past, chuckling to himself. “Well, well…so much fer tryin’ to protect yous injured friends, yeah? Yous de only fighters theys got to protectin’ them, yeah?”


    “Yeah, afraids so, yeah? Don’ go worryin’ now, cuz you’ll all be seein’ each others soon up in heaven!” Puppetmon chuckled. Just before the small Mega could leap into the air and aim a Puppet Pummel at our wounded and unconscious allies, I grabbed his leg and kept him steady on the ground. “Wha?! Leggo!” Puppetmon squirmed and struggled, but could not break free from my grasp. Instantly, two weapons were shoved in front of his face; Shawjamon’s staff, and Kentaurosmon’s crossbow.

    “…What I meant…was that we weren’t the only fighter protecting our friends!” I shouted. “Finish him!”

    “But…Tactimon…Your arm will be…” Shawjamon stuttered.

    “Don’t worry about what will happen to me! Just end this Digimon NOW!”

    “…Very well. Hydro Descent!”

    “Inferno Frost!” Shawjamon and Kentaurosmon unleashed their two attacks with all of their might. Puppetmon screamed as he was enveloped in the glowing energy of their blasts before finally disappearing into small fragments of data.

    “…Looks like…the plan worked,” I grunted.

    “Well, you aren’t a renowned tactician for no reason,” Kentaurosmon agreed, turning back into Kudamon. “You knew Murmuxmon would still have allies prowling around, so you set up this trap to catch them by surprise. And I must say, it worked exactly as you predicted it would.”


    “Tactimon…” I glanced over at Sieglinde. Fear and concern still marred her beauty, and I knew why. “Your arm…” I sighed, and nodded. My right arm, the one I had used to grab Puppetmon with, had not been able to escape unscathed. Even now, I could see a few specks of data flying off of it, and I could no longer move it.
    “Don’t worry, Sieglinde. I’ll…be fine,” I whispered. “I did what I had to do…in order to protect everyone…to protect…you.”

    Sparrow Lea

    “N…No…this Digimon…he’s…so powerful!” I exclaimed to myself. The sky was tinged with the darkness of Murmuxmon’s flames; the very flames that had defeated all of our Digimon, forcing them back into their lowest levels. My entire body ached with a terrible pain that kept me from moving.

    “Heh…and you all seriously believed you could defeat me with such meager power?!” Murmuxmon yelled. “Even your pitifully old master put up a better fight than all of your Digimon!”

    “This…isn’t right,” Edmund whispered. “All of the Digimon together…they should’ve been strong enough…”

    “I’m sorry…Edmund,” Trionfimon said. “I tried…”

    “All of you, BURN!!!!!!!!! GEHENNA FLAME!” One more time, Murmuxmon’s fire surrounded us all. I closed my eyes, prepared to embrace the pain. I waited, but the pain never came. Confused, I opened my eyes, and saw Flamedramon standing above us, using his own flames to block Murmuxmon’s.

    “Fa…ther…” Edmund forced himself to rise up, but was only able to do so with help from Abigail.

    “Don’t overwork yourself, darling,” Abigail whispered gently. “Flamedramon can handle this…”

    “FIRE ROCKET!” Flamedramon’s orange flames merged with Murmuxmon’s dark ones as they swirled around the Dragon Man.

    “No; what do you think you’re doing?!” Murmuxmon yelled.

    “What any father should; murdering the Digimon that hurt my son!!!” Flamedramon charged through the air, and crashed headfirst into the taller Murmuxmon and pushed the Mega Digimon back.

    “I-Impossible! You…you actually damaged me!?”

    “Now, then…since you’re aware of how strong I can get, I suggest you back down,” Flamedramon said. “Although, that may not do you any good; I’ll destroy you either way!”

    “Hah! One lucky strike does not a powerful Digimon make!” Murmuxmon snapped. “How do you plan on defeating me, weakling?!”

    “…Because…I know your secret weapon,” Flamedramon smirked. “Abby, dear; would you be so kind?”

    “Of course.” Abigail snapped her fingers; out of nowhere, a twist of darkness appeared, and from its center emerged an unfamiliar Digimon, the sight of which made Murmuxmon gasp.

    “You…how did you find him?!” Murmuxmon growled.

    “Doesn’t matter; the only thing that does matter is this…without this Clockmon, you’re powerless,” Abigail grinned.
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  6. #146
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    Chapter 146 - Scion of Legend

    Abigail Luxord

    “Without this Clockmon, you’re powerless,” I grinned. “If we destroy him, you’ve no way to return to the future you’ve longed to change.”

    “…You wouldn’t dare,” Murmuxmon growled. “You wouldn’t be able to return home if you destroyed Clockmon, either.”

    “Oh? And how do you suppose we managed to arrive in the past in the first place?” I asked. Murmuxmon said nothing, but glared furiously at me. “Well, I’ll tell you; we have a powerful mage among us capable of time magic, just like Clockmon.”

    “You bastards…You wouldn’t dare murder an innocent!” Murmuxmon yelled. “Surely even you know who Clockmon is, correct?! A neutral Digimon he is; he can’t risk upsetting the balance of the world because of his control over time, but I was able force him to do what I want with a little bit of my own power. Tell me; do you really have it in you to destroy an innocent Digimon?!”

    “Oh, please; don’t you know who I am?!” Flamedramon stepped forward. “Before I joined Lachesis…I had a bit of a reputation as a serial killer. Working up the nerve to kill this Clockmon will be like child’s play for me.”

    “…They let a monster like you join them?! Ridiculous!” Murmuxmon exclaimed.

    “Heh; the same could be said for you, right?” I asked. “Well, then, darling; are you ready to melt this Clockmon yet?”

    “Just tell me when,” Flamedramon replied.

    “No…you wouldn’t dare,” Murmuxmon repeated. “You wouldn’t…” Flamedramon tapped his claws together, and a small twist of flames revolved around Clockmon, but not touching him just yet; in spite of this, the look on his face remained ever expressionless, his eyes blank and emotionless. “N-No! NO! STOP THIS AT ONCE!”

    “Give us one good reason,” I asked.

    “Urgh…If Clockmon goes…then…all of time itself will be disrupted!” Murmuxmon pleaded. “You can’t do this! It would destroy the world — far worse than anything I would have done!”

    “Yes…and like I said, we’ve got a powerful mage who can use time magic; anything that falls apart will just be put back together,” I whispered coyly. “Oh, we’d be MORE than happy to destroy this Clockmon — if it means destroying you and putting an end to your plans!”

    “No…wait!” Sparrow, stumbling up off the ground to his feet, glared at both me and Flamedramon. “You can’t possibly mean that…He’s only being forced into helping Murmuxmon; he isn’t evil! You can’t possibly mean to destroy him…”

    “Sparrow, get back!” Edmund snapped. “My mother and father…they’re only doing what needs to be done. Would you rather see one innocent die, or spare him and let millions of innocents suffer and die alongside all those you care about?”


    “Please, just stay back, love,” I whispered. “…Clockmon proclaims neutrality, but he has a good heart; he hides himself so nobody will get hurt, so I know this is something that he would agree to.”

    “How can you just assume something like that?!” Eleanora exclaimed. “You haven’t even met him before! You’ve no right to say something so…so horrid!”

    “SHUT UP!” Flamedramon snapped his claws, sending a spark of flames in Eleanora’s direction. Though they dissolved before they could reach her, Sparrow shoved the swordswoman to the ground and out of the way of Flamedramon’s attack. “Don’t get in our way.”

    “Jeez…now that’s just rough,” Murmuxmon sighed. “Are you sure you’re the good guys…?”

    “Murmuxmon. Stand down right now, or you and Clockmon are both toast,” I said. “Literally.”

    “…No…I will not let it end like this! Gehenna Flame!”

    “Flame Fist!” The flames of Flamedramon and Murmuxmon collided in the air, cancelling each other out the moment they impacted.

    “I’ll destroy you! I’ll burn you all before you have a chance to destroy my Clockmon!” Murmuxmon roared. “Gehenna Flame!” From the tips of his claws, Murmuxmon unleashed countless dozens of blazing orbs. Flamedramon tried his best, but was ultimately overpowered by the sheer number and power of spheres fired by Murmuxmon.

    “Oh, dear…I guess I’d better get involved,” I whispered to myself. “Bio Hybrid DNA Charge! Bio Hybrid Digivolve to, BioLadyDevimon! Darkness Wave!” My attack was able to combat Murmuxmon’s at first, but I soon found myself unable to delete them all in time and, like my husband before me, I too succumbed to their numbers.

    “BURN! EVERYTHING BURN!” Murmuxmon unleashed yet another Gehenna Flame, this time as a wall of fire, surrounding me and the other members of Lachesis. “I’ll burn you! I’LL DESTROY YOU ALL!” The flames of Murmuxmon began to close in, but at that same instant, they began to shrivel and evaporate into steam. “What?! What is this?! What’s going on?!”

    “Murmuxmon…your plan to change the future…it will never work.” Standing before me, wearing a large black cloak, was none other than Melanie.

    “…You…I should have known…Who else would dare to help these misfits in their hopeless struggle against me?” Murmuxmon asked. “Only one as stupid as you…”

    “Melanie…just…who are you?” I asked.

    “…That isn’t important right now,” the cloaked mage whispered in a very gentle voice.

    “Oh, come now; don’t keep the lady waiting!” Murmuxmon cackled. “She wants to know? Then I’ll show her! Gehenna Flame!” Murmuxmon launched one more blazing orb from his mouth, and laughed as it whizzed straight past Melanie’s head. The speed and force of his attack was enough to blow back the dark hood obscuring Melanie’s face. Long, flowing hair, blue as the clearest lakes, erupted from the back of Melanie’s hood and fell past her slender waist. The mage let lose a sad, mournful sigh, and turned to face us.

    “N-No…your face…it can’t be,” Sparrow whispered.

    “You look…just like her!” Eleanora gasped.

    “…Lilliana,” Edmund breathed the words, speaking in a voice that was just barely above a whisper. “Is that…really you…?!”

    “…Yes. And…no,” Melanie replied. “I am…Lilliana Meadows…the same as the girl you all know, but…I came from the future…One of them, at least. A future…that was ruined by Murmuxmon!” At this, Murmuxmon began to laugh; violently, uncontrollably, and evilly.

    “And so, you went to the past to gather up these sorry losers and try again!” Murmuxmon spat. “If it didn’t work the first time, why would it work this time?!”

    “…I am not certain…I began to doubt myself when I failed to keep Ulysses alive,” Lilliana’s future self replied. “That event was what ruined the future I came from…I needed to prevent that much at all costs, but I…I failed…”

    “You are a fool, Lilliana Meadows!” Murmuxmon yelled. “Did you truly mean to best me with such a pathetic plan as this?!”

    “…It doesn’t matter…My life…it is insignificant, if it means I can stop Murmuxmon,” Melanie whispered.

    “No! No, don’t say that!” Eleanora exclaimed. “Lilly, you’re important to all of us! We love you so much…you can’t go…sacrificing yourself…for this monster…”

    “Ellie…You of the future said the exact same words to me before I left; and you cry the same tears…” Melanie smiled, brushing the tears that streamed down Eleanora’s face. “But unfortunately…it is the truth.”

    “No…Lilliana, it isn’t!” Eleanora protested.

    “Murmuxmon is pure evil incarnate, but is the servant of one far more powerful and dangerous,” Melanie continued. “If we can stop him…Murmuxmon’s master will be that much easier to defeat.”

    “HAH!” Murmuxmon scoffed. “Do you really think my master to be so insignificant?! There is no stopping him! Eternal glory…to IceDevimon!” At this proclamation, Future Lilliana snapped her fingers, sending a giant bolt of lightning sailing directly at Murmuxmon. The Demon Lord roared with hatred, waving his arm to dissipate the massive thunderbolt. “You…stupid BITCH! I’ll kill YOU first! GEHENNA FLAME!” Unleashing a mighty roar, Murmuxmon began spewing his dark flames from his mouth. I grabbed Edmund and pulled him to the ground with me to protect him, while Flamedramon readied his own flames to protect himself and all of the others.

    “Titan Inferno!” A blazing fireball fell down from the sky; at its center was none other than Talosmon. The bronze giant pulled out his massive sword and cut through Murmuxmon’s flames. “Stone Apocalypse!”

    “Gehenna Flame!” The attacks of the two immensely powerful Mega Digimon collided in the air, cancelling each other out perfectly. “…Impossible! How the hell did you survive!?”

    “…I’m not sure myself,” Talosmon said in his loud, booming voice that echoed across the land. “Had I been in Ulysses’ Fusion Loader, I’m certain I would have perished along with my partner. But now…I’m more than ready to destroy you…for what you did to Ulysses Melchett!”

    “DIE! DIE! ALL OF YOU, DIE!!!!!!!!!” Murmuxmon continued laughing as his ebon flames burnt the ground; I heard none of my friends screaming in pain, so my heart was instantly put at ease. It seemed like an eternity, but the flames finally began to die down. I glanced around nervously, and to my relief, saw that nobody had been badly singed by the flames.

    “…There’s no need to lose your temper, Murmuxmon,” Future Lilliana whispered.


    “We of Lachesis aren’t the only ones here, you know,” the sorceress continued. “Look closely…” Murmuxmon’s eyes scanned the battlefield, as did my own. My heart jumped when I saw the bulky form of Clockmon resting silently within Murmuxmon’s flames. Murmuxmon began to scream relentlessly at the sight before him.

    “NO! NO! CLOCKMON!” Shoving his way past Future Lilliana, Murmuxmon trudged through his own flames and dug Clockmon out. “CLOCKMON! Don’t you dare die on me, you son of a bitch! Clockmon!” Clockmon’s blank eyes began to glimmer in the first few rays of the rising sun as color began to return to them.

    “…Murmuxmon…you…bastard…what have you…done?!” Clockmon gasped. “In spite of my warnings…you dragged me into the past with you…DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU’VE DONE?!” Murmuxmon remained silent, glaring down at the horridly burned Champion Digimon at his side. “You, who would dare manipulate time for evil…prepare…to face the…consequences…” Clockmon closed his eyes, and faded away on the wind as small fragments of data. Murmuxmon let out a yell of purest malice, which soon became a scream of pain and agony. As I looked upon the Mega Digimon, I could soon see why.

    “No…NO! How could this happen…?! My dreams…my utopia…My…future…has it all been taken from me so…easily?!” Murmuxmon fell to his knees, and at once, his body began to decay and wither. A finger fell off, and then an arm, all of which dissolved into bits of data. Murmuxmon turned his head to glare at us; the meat of his face had all but vanished, leaving only a bloody remnant of his visage along with two bulging, bloodshot eyes. “LA…CHE…SIS!!!!!!!” Murmuxmon reached out his remaining arm, and readied one final Gehenna Flame, firing it directly at Talosmon. The massive Digimon was caught completely by surprise, and the attack bore clear through his iron chest. Staggering, Talosmon fell to the ground, and began to fade away alongside Murmuxmon until he too vanished into nothingness, and soon, the rest of Murmuxmon’s body was nowhere to be seen. I sighed a quick breath of relief, only for the ground beneath my feet to tremor violently, splitting in several areas around us.

    “We have to get out of here!” Future Lilliana exclaimed.

    “Wait! What about our other friends?! Back at the camp!” Mia exclaimed.

    “Don’t worry; I’ve already sent them back to the future! Now, come!” Melanie held up her hand; a magic circle formed in front of her slim and dainty fingers, and from it, a glare of light erupted in the sky. “Come! This will take us all to the future!”

    “Melanie…No, Lilliana; wait,” I called out. “This land…will it—”

    “Yes. Celosia will fall…as was foretold by history eons ago,” the somber mage replied. “Many will perish…But, many will survive. However, that isn’t our priority. This is an unavoidable ebb given to us by destiny; no matter how much we rage against it, this will not change. Celosia will be destroyed…” As I was about to give a reply, from the corner of my eye, I saw an orange-haired woman and a raven-haired beauty approaching our group. “…You wish to accompany us as well, Marissa Ruby?”

    “Yeah…well, I am from the future originally,” the orange-haired woman replied. “So…”

    “I’ve no problem with this. And you, Elderia?” The other woman stared blankly at the time mage. Matthew looked back at the dark-haired woman expectantly, almost pleadingly so.

    “…Matthew…I…I’m sorry,” Elderia whispered.


    “I will remain behind. I will stay here and die, as I did in your past, Matthew, as it was meant to be. I am glad to have met you…and I will continue to watch over you…once I am gone…”

    “…I’ll miss you, Deri,” Marissa whispered.

    “And I you, Marissa,” Elderia whispered, leaning over to kiss the taller woman on the cheek. “You, Matthew, and Alphonse have both showed me kindness in a world where I thought there was none…and for that, I am eternally grateful…”

    “Come on, we have to get going!” Future Lilliana forcefully grabbed my wrist, and pulled me in after her into the time portal she created moments before. I looked back one last time to see Elderia giving us all a sad smile before she was consumed by flames.
    "Evil can confuse you when you're staring at it straight in the face. You can hope the face of evil will change, but it won't unless you force it to change."

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  7. #147
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    Chapter 147 - When Past and Present Collide

    Matthew Kasuto

    It had all happened so instantly, it almost felt as though it were nothing more than a faded dream. I opened my weary eyes, surprised that I felt no pain whatsoever in my body — apart from that rather large rock that was jammed underneath my ribcage when I landed on the ground, at least. I took a quick survey of the world around me, and sighed. All around me was a grey, shadowed landscape, and it was impossible to declare whether it was night or day by looking up at the equally grey sky.

    “…Katsumi…are we…at the Black Rose Mountains…?” I whispered.

    No…Strange as it sounds, I get the feeling that we’re close to home, the spirit murmured to herself. Close…to the fortress…

    “That…can’t be,” I said. “This dry and cracked ground…we aren’t at Black Rose?”

    “No, we aren’t.” Walking straight past me, Future Lilliana looked up at the foreboding grey clouds that smothered the blue sky above. “Matthew…I’ve brought you and your friends home to Lachesis, as I said I did…But…I’m afraid I…”

    “Yes…? Is there something wrong?” I asked in a gentle voice.

    “…I lied to you, just a little bit,” the time mage whispered. “You are home, but…Where you stand now…This time…It is twenty years later than the time you originally came from…”

    “Twenty…Did you bring us to your future?” I asked, still speaking in a gentle voice. Slowly, the mage nodded her head. A cool breeze raced across the barren landscape, freeing her lovely blue hair from the confines of her ebon cloak.

    “I’m so sorry…But I had to bring you here…at least, for now…”

    “Don’t worry about it, Lilly. It’s still home, after all,” I whispered. “You obviously had a reason to bring us all here; something you need our help with, right?”

    “…Yes. I didn’t want to involve you, but…”

    “We’d all be more than happy to help you,” I interrupted.
    “Matthew…You…you have no idea how much that means to me,” the Future Lilliana whispered. “…Come. We need to get you home to the others…”

    Eleanora Kasuto

    The cool, stony interior of the fortress was every bit as comforting and welcoming as it had been in the past, twenty years ago to this day. I had been told by Lilliana’s future self that many of our own future selves still remained in Lachesis; and so, as I sat on my usual spot on one of the many sofas in the lounge room of the fortress I waited, almost anxiously, for my own future self to show up. Anxious as I was, I barely noticed the absence of my twin brother while others slept to ease whatever pain and weariness they felt.

    And that was when I heard the quiet, echoing noise of footsteps walking into the fortress. Excitedly, I turned around, only to be disappointed, and somewhat surprised, at the two unfamiliar faces that I saw. One, a pink-haired young woman with a carefree smile on her face and a tad shorter than her raven-haired companion, a woman who was somewhat taller and a bit plumper, with a more serious and serene expression on her face.

    “Eleanora…I’m glad to see that you’ve returned,” the taller woman spoke in a soft and gentle voice that befit her serene visage. The other woman, meanwhile, began to speak a bit louder, more casually, and more excitedly than her friend.

    “Glad to see you came back in one piece! You had me worried when you said you’d be going THERE the other day!” She spoke in a charming and happy voice that truthfully endeared me to her more than I already had been. She had a playful smile, similar to Larraine, and sweet violet eyes that sparkled in different shades in accordance to the angle of light that hit them.

    “Eleanora…you appear to be significantly injured,” the other woman said. “Cynthia, please refrain from smothering her in that hug and examine the subject carefully.”

    “…Oh, you’re right, Miya! Oh, Ellie Belly; who did this to you? You didn’t fight someone you shouldn’t have picked a fight with again, did you?” Cynthia asked. “Oh, and your friends, too! Did they get hurt too? Hm, I didn’t even know Mia went with you…”

    “Cynthia…Examine more closely our injured comrades; they are far too young to be the individuals we know,” Miya whispered. “I believe these individuals may be the past selves that Lilliana told us would be arriving shortly at our fortress. Is that not the case, Eleanora?”

    “Uh…yeah, I guess so,” I replied. “…Lil only said she’d be taking us back to the future; I didn’t think that she meant the future she came from, instead of our present…”

    “Lilliana was advised not to do such a thing before she left for our past; it seems that she was dead-set on aiding each and every one of us,” Miya said, smiling for the first time since I first saw her. “That woman has a very generous heart, as I am certain you are well aware of by now.”

    “Yes…Lilly…she’s always been very gentle, but so shy and timid, too,” I whispered.

    “What?! Lil, shy?! I don’t believe it!” Cynthia laughed. “Are we talking about the same Lilliana?”

    “Eleanora. You must understand…many of the individuals you know now have changed in our future; a few…are not even with us any longer,” Miya continued. “Our present, and your future…this is the year 1,320. If I’m not mistaken, the year Lilliana took you from was 1,300, was it not?”

    “…Give or take a year or so, I guess,” I said. “We’ve kind of been fighting a lot, so I haven’t really been paying attention to the date…You said it was 1,320 now?”

    “That is correct. Have you any desire to meet with your own future self?” Miya asked.

    “Uh…sure…? But, what about the others…? You said some weren’t with us anymore; what do you mean by that?”

    “…I’m afraid it is not my place to say—”

    “A lot of them have died,” Cynthia interrupted. A horrible pain clutched at my heart at the mere thought of such a concept! “Of course, some of them just went and got lost. Missing in action.”

    “Cynthia…please, refrain from saying such things to the past generation, particularly while they remain injured and unwell,” Miya said in a stern voice. “I’ve no wish to see their conditions worsen due to horrid news.”

    “Huh…? O-Oh, right; sorry about that, Ellie Belly,” Cynthia whispered, glancing nervously away from me.

    “No, don’t…don’t worry about it,” I said absentmindedly. “That kind of thing…happens all the time…right? We’re mercenaries…we…we have to expect that it will happen. It’s…okay.”


    “I told you…I’m fine. Just…take me to my future self, okay? I have something I need to ask her.”
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  8. #148
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    Chapter 148 - My Future Self and Me

    Matthew Kasuto

    Clouds of mist surrounded our once grand fortress; time had certainly, for once, been cruel to the brick structure, now covered with dozens of plants and definite signs of recent battles, with several holes and burn marks in various locations of the Lachesis fortress. The sun rose, turning the silver mist a glittering gold.

    And yet, the future Lilliana’s words rang painfully in my ears, blotting my mind. Many of my friends in my future, her present, had been killed in battle. Coronamon was among them. Admittedly, however, this news was greatly offset by the revelation that Eleanora was still alive and well.

    “…Lucia is missing in action as well,” Future Lilliana continued. “No one knows where Mihiramon and Larraine are, either…”

    “Larraine too…? Just who have you all been fighting against the past twenty years?” I asked, trying hard but unsuccessfully to hide the small quaver in my voice.

    “The same as usual…bandits, Demon Lord Digimon like Murmuxmon, Daemon, and Barbamon…Nothing out of the ordinary,” Lilliana replied in a distant voice. “…Well, come on in. I’ve told the others of the arrival of you and your friends, and they wish to speak with you.” As Lilliana and I both walked through the golden mist surrounding the fortress, a lone figure approached us, stepping hardly on the stone floor.

    “LILLIANA!” the figure exclaimed in a familiar voice. “Lilliana! What the hell did you just do?!” Feeling both relieved and somewhat unnerved at her presence, the future self of none other than Isole Frost stepped out from the shadows and mist so that light hit her ever-lovely face. In the span of twenty years, she had grown much taller, developing into a mature and beautiful woman, along with a more-developed bust, the lack of which had always caused her embarrassment in her past. Her dark grey robes were now opened, showing that she wore a black top with several diamond cuts running down through the middle, and a black knee-length skirt. Her sandals have also been replaced with dark boots, and her blue sash, now fastened around her waist, still held a hidden dagger.

    “Hello, Isole; how are you today?” Future Lilliana asked calmly, as if not noticing Isole’s rage.

    “Don’t give me that bullshit; you went and did EXACTLY what I told you not to!” Future Isole exploded. “I specifically told you, MANY TIMES, to NOT go back in time! So, why the hell would you go and do it anyway, huh?!”

    “…I’m sorry…but, can you honestly say that you’re happy with the future as it is now?” Future Lilliana replied. “Lucia is gone. Heather and Lloyd were both killed. I just had to do something to prevent all of that…I couldn’t just stand by and let evil win, Isole.”

    “…Okay. Fine. Just…don’t do it again, okay? The fact that you made it back alive is miraculous enough,” Future Isole sighed. “…Don’t worry me like that, okay? I’ve already lost a mother…don’t make me lose my best student too, okay?”

    “Isole, I’ve no intention of dying,” Future Lilliana smiled. “Not until I can make sure that this horrid future can be completely averted, at least…”

    “No, Lilly. No dying. Ever. Got it? Don’t you dare die on me! If you do…you’re expelled!”

    “Yes, ma’am,” Future Lilliana giggled.

    “So…Is this our Matthew? Or the past one?” Future Isole asked.

    “The one from the past. The others wished to speak with their past selves when I told them of their arrival.”

    “Wait…you told everybody but ME?!” Future Isole gasped.

    “Well, look at how you reacted when you found out I brought them to our future, Isole! Surely, you can see how I would want to avoid poking the Grizzlymon with a stick!”

    “Oh, whatever…” Future Lilliana winked, and lead me through the dank hallway once more until finally, we reached the lounge room. At first, the once-familiar rabble of several voices speaking at once confused me after waiting in silence for so long, but this was quickly pushed out of my mind when I saw my own future self walking up to me.

    “Hey, me,” future me said. Hovering above him, to my surprise, was Katsumi’s spirit. “Glad you made it here safely. If you didn’t…well…I guess I wouldn’t be here otherwise, you know?”

    “Y-Yeah…I guess so…”

    “Well, c’mon; come see the others!” Future Matthew grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me all the way into the lounge. In the far corner of the room, I saw Lucia and Mihiramon sitting, with contemplative expressions that bordered on depressed on their faces. “…It seems that Lucia and Mihiramon are both missing in action in my time. That didn’t really seem to bother them, though; I think they have something else on their minds…”

    Huh…I wonder what it could be…

    “Larraine is missing, too?! And Hawkmon is…dead?!” I heard Sparrow yell. “How the hell could this have happened?!”

    “…We’ll simply have to try harder in our past to prevent that from happening in our present,” Elizabeth replied. Standing next to her was her own future self; to my amazement, she looked exactly the same as her younger self. The same height, slenderness, even the same clothing; not a single thing about Elizabeth was different in the future.

    But…that can’t be! Only those of us who have the Mark don’t age! And Elizabeth doesn’t have it, or I’d be able to sense it! Just…what is she? We still don’t know that much about her, I guess…

    “Um…excuse me…” Slowly and shyly, Lilliana, the younger one from my time, walked up to me. “Matthew…? Is that…my…Future Self…? Isn’t that…Melanie…?”

    “Yes, to both of those questions,” Future Lilliana replied. “If you want, you can keep calling me Melanie so things won’t get too confusing.”

    “…When…did you…um…”

    “Yes? You can ask me; I am you, after all,” Melanie whispered, placing a hand over the timid Lilliana’s head.

    “…When…d-did you get to be so…pretty?” Lilliana asked.

    “Aw…I’d almost forgotten how shy and modest you were in the past,” Isole’s Future Self said. “I think I prefer the littler you…”

    “Oh, hush; the same goes for you,” Melanie laughed. The older mage removed the black cloak that had for so long hidden her frame; she wore a green sweater, zipped down to just above her navel, and a black skirt. Her ocean-blue hair was just as long as ever. “Lilliana…just have more confidence in yourself. You’re sweet, smart, and cute just the way you are. And I’m not saying that because we’re the same person.”


    “…And you’re the future me?” I heard Isole ask, looking up at her own future self.

    “Yeah, I am; what about it?” Future Isole asked.

    “Nothing! I was just wondering! Jeez…”

    I guess some things don’t change, I heard Katsumi’s spirit whisper. Laughing to myself, I looked back into the lounge room. I saw two Bokomon, one standing with his face to the corner, and the other standing a few feet away with an uncertain expression on his face.

    “Um…what is the problem with future me?” my time’s Bokomon asked.

    “Oh…Neemon died, too,” my future self replied.

    “Neemon?! That…idiot…?! How?!” Bokomon spat. “He doesn’t battle!”

    “…Please…in the past…just look…after him,” Future Bokomon sobbed, not once looking up.

    “Hey, Matthew! Over here!” Mia waved me over, sitting on a sofa next to her own future self. The future Mia was a good bit taller than the one I knew; she wore a sleeveless black coat, a cropped violet top, and matching skirt. Catching me completely by surprise, her stomach was swollen and round, with the younger Mia’s hands placed gently around it. “Guess what? I’m pregnant in the future!”

    “Oh! Oh, that’s wonderful, Mia!” I exclaimed. Future Mia smiled warmly and gently and, taking my hand in her own, placed it on her belly.

    “Now I understand why Heather was always smiling while she was pregnant,” Future Mia whispered. “It’s such a warm feeling, having a baby grow up inside of you…”

    “Ah, there you are!” An unfamiliar pink-haired woman walked up to me and both Mia’s, along with another unfamiliar woman. “Hey, Mia! How are you feeling? Lily told us you were going pay us a visit, so I’ve been wanting to see you!”

    “Oh! Okay! Um…who are you?” Mia asked.

    “I believe it was a while ago in our time,” Elizabeth said. “The day everyone found out Heather was pregnant, do you not recall saving the life of a pink-haired child?”

    “Yeah! That was me! My name is Cynthia, and this my best friend, Miya!” The pink-haired woman exclaimed. “You two saved me from those bandits; you inspired me to join Lachesis with my friend when I got older! You were both so brave…That made me want to become a mercenary with Nyaromon! Oh, and she Digivolved into an Angewomon now!”

    “Wow…Well, I’m glad that I had a lasting impression on you, then!” Mia said, laughing and blushing modestly.

    “And look at you now! You’re pregnant…!” Cynthia exclaimed. “It’s so sweet…”

    “Oh, that’s right! Who’s the father?!” Mia asked excitedly. “I-Is it Edmund?!”

    “I resent that.” Nervously, Mia slowly turned her head over her shoulder, and gasped when she saw the man that stood above her.


    “Yes; Alphonse is my wonderful husband in the future,” Future Mia said gently, reaching out to place her hand over her husband’s. Unlike his present self, Alphonse no longer wore his dark coat — I suspected it was the one now worn by Mia. A few dark lines surrounded his golden eyes, and he had grown somewhat skinnier than his already slim present form, almost alarmingly so.

    “B-But I…I barely even know him!” Mia exclaimed.

    “Oh, you will,” Future Mia winked, giggling when Future Alphonse leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. Somewhat embarrassed, I looked away, only to find AeroVeedramon snoozing away in his usual corner of the fortress.

    “Um…Is that…the future him, or our Aero?” I asked.

    “That’s yours,” Future Mia said in a saddened voice. “The AeroVeedramon from our time was killed alongside Neemon…”

    “…I see.” Once more, I glanced over at the sleeping Ultimate level Digimon. As to be expected, not the slightest hint of worry or concern marred his face. Sighing wearily, I continued my observation of the room around me. Two Tactimon were casually chatting away, speaking mainly of battle tactics and whatnot. I saw Tamiko, with Kudamon around her shoulders, walk up to her own future self and Kentaurosmon.

    “I guess…call me Saphira, if you want to,” Tamiko’s future self suggested. Cradled in her arms, wrapped in a sky blue swaddle, was a sleeping infant. Absolutely speechless, Tamiko smiled down at her future child, and then down at Saphira’s belly. “I’ve got another one on the way as well!” Saphira giggled, gently patting her swollen belly.

    “U-Um…may I…?” Tamiko asked in a shy, quiet voice. Sapphira smiled gently and nodded as Tamiko reached out to feel Saphira’s pregnant belly. “…Wow…I’ve never felt a pregnant tummy before…”

    “This one’s been in here for about four months,” Sapphira said. “And this little angel is close to seven months.”

    “It’s…kind of weird; it’s different than feeling my own belly, even though you’re me,” Tamiko said. “S-So, um…Who’s the father? I-Is it Edmund…?”

    “I resent that,” Kentaurosmon muttered. “In our future together, my dear, we are married.”

    “Wait, how the hell does that even work?!” I asked. “You’re, like, a horse, or something!”

    “In the case of differing raced unions, like with myself and Tamiko, depending on if the child will be Human or Digimon, one of two things will happen,” Kentaurosmon said. “If Digimon, a Digi-Egg will appear to the two. If Human, then the wife will become impregnated without need for…um, intercourse, if you, uh, will. However, this is only if the wife is Human, or a Human with the Mark. If the Human is the husband, then only a Digi-Egg can appear.”

    “And, since I’m with Kentaurosmon, I got the Mark, too.” I looked up at her, and saw that she indeed had the Mark on her left cheek, just below her left eye, making it closely resemble a teardrop.

    …I’d never thought of it that way before…but I guess it makes more sense than the alternative, I thought. Further away, I saw Edmund and Trionfimon speaking with their own future selves, both of whom wore wedding rings on their fingers. Sieglinde spoke with her own future self while two Lupinemon sat at their feet. Unsurprisingly, the four of them looked exactly the same as their past selves.

    “Um…where…is Dominimon…?” I heard Zelda ask. Her future self, completely identical and equally beautiful, gave her a mournful look, and slowly shook her head. “No…father…”

    “Damn it; I don’t see Statch, either,” Flamedramon snapped. “Man, your future sucks, future me…”

    “Look on the bright side; he’s just missing in action, that dope,” Future Flamedramon responded.

    “He could still be alive,” Future Abigail added.

    “Yeah…but if he’s lost, you won’t see him for a hell of a long time,” our Abigail sighed.

    “Well, as your new master, I say he’s alive,” Future Flamedramon assured.

    “New…MASTER?!” Sparrow exclaimed.

    “Father…you’re…the new head of Lachesis?!” Edmund asked.

    “It’s what Ulysses asked of him,” Future Abigail replied. “When we first returned to Lachesis, he spoke with Flamie in private, and told him that if anything happened to him, that he’d want Flamedramon in charge of Lachesis.”
    “Aw…I was hoping it’d be me,” Sparrow whined. “…And, where’s my future self…? Don’t tell me I’m dead, too…”

    “No, you’re alive,” Melanie responded. “He’s upstairs in Eleanora’s bedroom.

    “…Wow…I like the sound of that!” Sparrow exclaimed, earning him a smack on the back of his head by Hawkmon.

    “Hey…where are Heather’s children?” I suddenly asked. “I just remember she gave birth to those twins right before we left to go fight Murmuxmon. Are they here now?”

    “Well…yes, they are,” Future Matthew responded somewhat nervously. “They’re here, but…” Before my future self could give an answer, an ear-splitting screech tore through the air. Everyone looked immediately to the kitchen, where they saw Giselle standing, a look of absolute horror on her face, staring at her own future counterpart.

    “No…no…NO!” she continued repeating. “How…could this happen?!” she said between sobs.

    “Giselle, darling, what’s wrong?” Future Mia asked. As I looked closer, and finally saw Giselle’s future self, I knew at once why Giselle was in anguish. Isole immediately began to laugh at the sight before her; many of my friends from the present were surprised, but the older generation counterparts went about as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Future Giselle, in spite of her past self’s almost stereotypical preferences and insecurities, was now tremendously overweight. Her peerlessly massive belly, the area that seemed to accumulate the vast majority of her weight gain, popped out from the bottom of her pink shirt, preventing her from buttoning her tight blue jeans.

    “This…is amazing,” I heard Isole whisper to herself. “Thank you, Arcadia, for befalling misery unto that whiney brat…”

    “Celtinemon died a while ago, it seems,” Future Elizabeth said. “Giselle had already lost Rosemon, and now Celtinemon, on top of countless other friends…She just found a new coping mechanism, is all.” Giselle broke down in tears, and yet, Future Giselle didn’t even seem to notice, as she was busy gorging herself on dozens of pastries.

    “So…what was it you were saying about Heather’s twins?” I asked, looking up at my future counterpart.

    “Oh, yes…Isa and Leila…right, well…I don’t really know where to begin,” Future Me replied.

    “Well, like I told you, Lloyd and Heather were both killed around five years ago our time,” Melanie said. “Understandably, that had a huge impact on the two of them, not to mention poor Madelyn — she usually just locks herself in her room and cries all day long, and hardly eats anything anymore. But, Isa and Leila…it’s almost as if…they’re broken. Like, something inside of them just stopped working…”

    Eleanora Kasuto

    I look exactly the same. Those were the first words that flowed through my mind when I opened the door to my future counterpart’s bedroom. The other me was not at all surprised by my arrival; rather, she smiled so kindly and gently, with tears beginning to form in her lustrous black eyes.

    “Lunamon…It’s…been so long,” she whispered, staring at the small Digimon that slept soundly in my arms.

    …Oh…Lunamon…must have been one of those who died in Lil’s future, I thought somberly. Without speaking a word, I walked up to my future self and handed her the sleeping Rookie.

    “…I’d forgotten…how warm she was,” Future Eleanora whispered, clutching the Digimon gently against her chest. “Thank you…Eleanora…for taking such good care of her for me…”

    “Is it okay if I ask what happened to her…?” I asked nervously. Although, I wasn’t certain if I really wanted to know.

    “It’s the same that happened to many of the other partnered Digimon…they died protecting their Human partners.”

    “…I see…” As she tenderly stroked Lunamon’s soft, fuzzy ears, a flash of bright silver caught my eye. “…Um…Is…is that…a…a ring…?” I asked. Future Eleanora smiled, and held up her right hand; around one of her slender fingers was indeed one of the most beautiful rings I’d ever seen. “A-Am I…m-m-married…?!”

    “Not yet; we’re just engaged,” future me replied, giggling when she saw my blush. “See that big lump in our bed there? That’s your future husband!”

    “O-Oh…I…thought that was Matthew…”

    “You have a sick mind,” the future my laughed, causing the blanket-covered lump to stir restlessly.

    “I-Is it Edmund?!” I asked excitedly.

    “I resent that.” My eyes shifted to my bed as the person resting in it rose up from underneath the blanket. My stomach lurched the instant I saw the flaming red hair of none other than Sparrow Lea rise from my bed.

    “W-W-WHAT?! SPARROW?! WHY ARE WE MARRYING SPARROW?!” I yelled louder than I meant to.

    “Didn’t I tell you the past you would react this way?” Future Sparrow sighed.

    “Oh, Eleanora, he’s not THAT bad,” future me consoled. “Sure, he’s a flirt, but I’ve not once seen him hit on another girl since our engagement; he’s as loyal and kind as they come. Seriously!”

    “…Did he knock you up?” I asked.

    “No, me, I’m not pregnant,” Future Eleanora replied in a dry voice. “…Not yet, anyway. I’m really looking forward to having a baby in my tummy, and finally being a mother! And I know you are, too…”

    “Well, it’s kinda hard to screw a man with only one arm, so bear with me,” Sparrow sighed.

    “One arm…? What…” Sparrow sat up completely, and shifted his body around to show me his right shoulder. My stomach lurched once more, but this time from sickened nausea rather than disappointment. Sparrow’s right arm had been completely torn away, replaced by bloodied bandaged rapped around the stump of his shoulder all around his torso. “…Sparrow…I…I’m sorry…I…I wouldn’t have said that if I knew—”

    “Nah, don’t worry about it, my love,” Sparrow whispered. I looked into his dark eyes; the excitement and enthusiasm that I had grown to know and secretly fancy was all but gone, being replaced by a lifetime’s wisdom and deep understanding of the world. Dark rings and bags surrounded them, but otherwise, Sparrow looked much the same as he did twenty years ago.

    “…Um…if it’s any consolation…you, uh…at least you aged quite well!” I said, trying to force a smile. “…But, if it’s okay…can you not tell MY time’s Sparrow that—”

    “I won’t say a word about our engagement in the future to him,” Future Sparrow interrupted. “Although, he’ll probably tell you how he feels in…a few months or so, give or take.”

    “Ugh…He already does that fifteen times a day…”

    “Don’t worry; it’ll be so much more romantic,” the future me responded. “At least, more so than the usual dribble that spurts out of his mouth…”

    “Gee, thanks, El…”

    “…Now, listen. Sparrow lost his arm because of a Digimon,” Future Eleanora said. “We don’t have much information about it, but please, be cautious around it…Beware a Digimon known as Tormentismon.”

    “Tormentismon…? I’ve never even heard the name before,” I whispered.

    “All we know about Tormentismon is that it is an artificial Digimon, constructed as a torture machine,” future me continued. “Tormentismon…it is pure evil. Please, stay far away from it.”

    “How can I stay away from it when I don’t even know what it looks like?!” I asked.

    “You’ll know…trust me, you’ll know,” Future Sparrow answered with a grim but gentle expression on his aged face. “Tormentismon was the Digimon that got me, but…you were there, too, and…it…almost got you…I want you to promise me that you won’t—”

    “I’m not leaving you behind!” I argued. “If this Tormentismon is as dangerous as you say, then that’s all the more reason to save you from it!”


    “No! Don’t argue with me! Your wife wants to be a mother, so…you need to be alive…so you can put that baby in her tummy…okay?! Don’t…don’t you dare die on us!” I screamed, nearly choking on a few sobs as I did.

    “…I won’t. I won’t ever leave you behind, Eleanora,” Future Sparrow whispered gently.
    "Evil can confuse you when you're staring at it straight in the face. You can hope the face of evil will change, but it won't unless you force it to change."

    If you enjoy(ed) my story, check this out! It's the various Digimon I've created for the entire series: ---> https://withthewill.net/threads/1844...906#post325906

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