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Alter couldn't believe his luck. Everyone he had any intension of meeting was just teleporting right too him. This was turning out to be a day blessed by God himself. "Hello Sempai." He greeted Richter, yes he knew about Richter's past, over hearing every so often stories and the Angels favourite. It seemed that darkness rested in him. Well this would be the perfect time to show the Angels who was better.

GranDracmon, Dio, moved instantly, not wanting his master to be harmed. "Dead Scream." He roared, his echos of sounds escaping the aura of Dynasmon, heading straight back towards the two Royal Knights.

Alter raised his index fingers, holding them out towards Richter for a moment before bring them to his ears, plugging them. He was just like a child, not wanting to hear anything that he didn't agree with. "Sorry Sempai. I should listen to your blaspheme. Your taint is rather foul." He said simply, smiling a little.

(As a note. I always looked at GranDracmon yelling Dead Scream as the attack, not him preparing it. Don't worry about it for now, just as a future reference.)

Six had been watching, waiting for his time. Crusadermon gave it to him. He held out his hand, black vines sprouting forth, like living shadows, going out and forward, creating a web of pure black. As Crusadermon drove forward he was certainly coiled with the net, the dark lines would wrap around him and fasten him to the walls.

GranDracmon looked down at the ground, his eyes glowing. "Crystal Revolution." Parts of the ground transforming into crystal, as he continue to look the crystals grew in a matter of seconds before him, creating a weak but reflective barrier.

(For GranDracmon. It is a laser, laser is light, and light reflects and it bent by things like crystal, so as I said it isn't a strong barrier but it would change the direction of the beam away from GranDracmon. Think of it as shooting a laser pointer at a mirror.)

Alter nodded, pretending to listen to Richter as he stood there. He sighed as yet another digimon stood in his way. Oh well at least Hisoka had a playmate. Alter released his last digimon from his device, the dark clown Hisoka stood behind Alter, grinning like mad, watching the Goddess digimon across from him. "Hey there!" Hisoka blew a kiss towards Dianamon.

Six grinned, it was far to late for Crusadermon to be gloating over victory, the black wines still rested on his body, though they didn't slow him or stop him, parts remained on. Six's hand burst back in flame as Crusadermon drew close. "Flame Inferno!" The ball of fire shooting forth, and into empty space. "What?" he turned not wanting to stay in one spot, a blade appearing behind in and removing his arm. He cursed as his free hand fired a second ball at flame towards Crusadermon.

Riding on Mito's back, Miron kept a lookout for a whiles around. He heard fighting in the distance... and it sounded like a bloody hellhole... Well... this whole place looked like a bloody hellhole... he wondered why that was.

"Miron... why is it that you're riding on me?" Mito said, "I remember when it was the other way around... now you look like an ant!" He teased.

"An ant, am I?" Miron said, chuckling, "If I'm an ant... you're a lizard!"

Mito grumbled to himself as they wandered through the cave-like hallways unimpeded.

Dio burst in bats as Dynasmon drew close, some of them getting caught in the gravitational pull, but most of them flying to freedom. The bats started to reform up near the celling, the two lower heads of GranDracmon appearing. "Dead Scream!" The sound wave flew out straight at Dynasmon.

Six growled as Crusadermon disappeared yet again, well two can play at that game. As Crusadermon appeared to attack Six was already on the move, his body melting into his own shadow, and moving back to reform some distance from Crusadermon. More black vines shot from him, heading straight for Crusadermon.

(Oh very funny.)

Hisoka smiled as he pushed Alter out of the way. He started forward, almost running, before he disappeared. His laughter filled the halls as a sword appeared from above Dianamon, moving down to impale her.

Dio was blown back from the explosion, his bat reforming on the ground under the cover of the smoke. He barely ducked as one of the lasers shot past him through the smoke. "Crystal Revolution." He called out, his eyes looking out in the smoke, a patch of crystal forming next to Dynasmon's head, moving ever closer with each second.

"Ditto." Six replied, he spun his hand, the vines moving towards the lattice. His hand burst into flames. "Flame Inferno!" The flame traveling up the vines and towards Crusadermon, and once they touched the Royal knight the burning vines would wrap around him, burning him in the inferno.

Hisoka appeared once again, staying out of her reach. "But then I would have to cut your pretty little neck." He answered, his own Trump sword drawn.

(Pay attention guys, it´s about to get ugly. Dracofox, demon guards, dinosaurs, evil stuff,´a mysterious fog, you need to get past that first kay. I´ll GM you in the post below this one)

Kaya watched the battle from the sidelines, frozen in time like a statue, clutching the scarred remains of a once beautiful gold collar to her chest.
The air was thick with the smell of burned flesh, it rose above all else like a demon staring down at the victims of battle; The scent filled the ginger haired tamer with nausea and disgust. A voice inside her spoke to her, somewhere behind all the hurt and anger that fogged her mind and left her vision dark and tunneled
Kaya
Lucemon?
She looked up, hair caught in a breeze when suddenly an unbearable pressure pounded against her chest and a blast of heat threw her backwards as easily as a child bats away an unwanted toy. A scream tore through her throat and left her lips as she fell through the air, weightless for several horrifying seconds. She closed her eyes and braced herself for while the flight itself was close to soaring above the digital world on Angels back while he neighed and looped in celebration of his pegasus form, the landing was sure to hurt.
Kaya did, however, never make it to the ground.
Amber eyes opened in shock as she felt something strong yet slender wind around her waist, her fall ended abruptly as that strong grip tightened and held her.
`The girl looked down, frowning as she watched the black tendril around her waist crawl higher up her body like a slithering snake wrapping itself around prey.
She uttered a word that could have been ´hell no´ and started wriggling with all her might, kicking and clawing at the thing as she desperately tried to free herself from it´s grip.
The shadow vine pulsated like a breathing living thing, tightening more and more around the helpless girl until, at last, her struggle ended when all the air was pushed out of her lungs and she hung like a puppet without it´s string, staring out into the room while the shadows cut off her screams as it covered her mouth. It felt cold, almost freezing against her skin.
Six.. it´s Six, this is one of his attacks.
She didn’t know why that send a tiny pinprick of betrayal trough her, she didn’t even know Six that well- but she knew his father, and she had always liked Daemon always polite, a little egocentric perhaps but he had all right to feel confident, he was very powerful.
She had been alone with Barbamon once, the demon scared her and he seemed to know that for her towered above her and taunted her, using her weaknesses against her.
Daemon had seen it and his mere presence and the glower of his blue eyes, forced Barbamon to scutter off like a rodent with his tail between his legs.
She had sat with daemon, spoken to him, heard his stories of ancient times.
She must have looked ridiculous back then, staring up at the Lord of Wrath with eyes and mouth wide open as he told her that he had been a Seraphimon once, one of the oldest angels.
A cough escaped her.
Her lungs burned and her body shook uncontrollably as she tried to draw in precious air but there was nothing she could do. Her vision darkened around the edges, she could see it creep close, waiting for her.
The tendril around her moved a little, just enough to free her mouth for a short second and her scream drowned in the roar of battle around her.
It´s because of that, the fact that Daemon was once an angel, that she liked him so much; it reminded her of her own Myotismon, Devimon and (perhaps) Piedmon who were former angels themselves.
Daemon liked her too, he had told her that himself. When Kaya was forced to choose between her original partner, some random digimon that the ´guardians of the digital world´ had prepared especially for her, and Metamormon, an evil digimon that did not belong to her but a friend she had known for what seemed like most of her life she had done what she had to do..
She gave the guardians the finger and walked into the darkness like an arrogant child.
She didn’t really like being evil, but most of her digimons were evil, hell.. the dark lords were her partners and one of the demon lords too.. She would never force them to go against their nature, so she joined them, Daemon liked that.
Bones make a strange sound when they are pushed beyond their limits, she thought as the thing tightened further, they creak and moan like a rusty door.
She could feel blood seep from her eyes, her mouth- not a good sign.
How come she always ended up dying even though she had so many powerful partners? It was strangely ironic.. maybe it was a girl thing.. a princess thing.
Princesses never battled the dragons, they were saved by a prince or died a maidens death.
The shadows wrapped themselves around her body, she hurt everywhere, head, chest, legs. The pain was horrible so she sought comfort in the burning flames within her. She could see her digimons, Piedmons chaotic light, so strange that it left her dizzy and half insane if she allowed herself to feel it for too long and then Myotismons, a dark blue light with a little white star within, hard and cold to the touch but so incredibly fragile and wounded on the inside that tears sprung to her eyes.
Leviamon, a strong torrent of water with a force and power that swept her away if she came too close.
Dianamon, a pink orb of light soaked in a warriors pride and the tender sensual light of love and hope.
Wizardmon, a comforting presence with something dark and playful hidden behind a veil of black feathers.
Puppetmon, as confusing as Piedmon in his own way; when she tried to focus on his energy she saw a childs bedroom in her own mind, a beautiful room with toys and colorful tapestry… but she could always hear angry voices screaming outside the bedroom door and a horrifying monster watched her from the dark closet filled to the brim with broken playthings.
Oh..
Kaya tried to stay calm and focused on her partners when her heart skipped a few beats, her chest was about to burst open she was sure of it.
By Azulongmon… was dying one time not enough? Was..
Kayas mind halted in it´s track as she recognized Lucemons mental touch.
One of the lights within her flared, another joined soon after and Kaya jerked as she was dragged into a part of her mind she hadn’t dared venture into before.

There were no walls, no ceilings, only darkness and shallow water that reached her ankles and lay frozen like the surface of a mirror, still, silent. She looked down to stare into it and her own reflection stared back. She realized that was naked..
She did not feel cold, or warm.. she felt nothing at all..
Something moved behind her, something living and breathing. She turned to see what it was.
Two pairs of glowing red eyes stared out at her from the inside of a giant cage with golden bars.
The girl barely managed to utter a shocked ´eeep´ and cover her bare bosom with her arms before the beings roared and threw themselves against the gate separating them from the pale naked human.
Their breaths filled the air with the stench of death and her skin came alive again as currents of hot air circled her flesh.
The door cracked.
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!? LEAVE ME ALONE!”
Her scream sounded too loud, too frightened in the darkness..
“MISTRESS!”

When she came to she found herself lying on the floor in a pool of blood.
She was dazed at first, blurry eyes gazed out at the battle around her.
“Mistress, are you hurt?”
The voice was cold, emotionless, but she could feel worry from a light within her that had been there for as long as she could remember.
“Meta..”
She turned her head and saw golden fur, blue looked down upon her, hard as diamond.
The dark vine was gone, Meta had saved her, her dear Meta.
Renamon held her close to her white chest, as if Kaya would break in her arms like a broken glass figurine if she held the girl too tight.
“The castle is under attack my mistress, what are your orders?”
Kaya turned her head to the side when something soft and scaly brushed against her arm.
Guilmon and Lopmon looked up at her, there were tears in their eyes.
The girl nodded silently.
She wanted to run, to hide somewhere and keep her partners safe, but she was a dark tamer, she could not flee..
She wanted to protect them.
She didn’t want to lose them.
“I want him dead, the angel can´t have him. Kill Six”

Lopmon and Guilmons bodies exploded in a flash of light as streams burst from their skin and circled them.
Lopmons tiny form changed first though, brown fur turned purple and the adorable rabbit digimon shifted into a horrible network monster, glowing with power as it´s front legs lengthened and giant claws shot out from what had once been soft paws. Dark green light flashed and faded.

Guilmons teeth grew in tune with his body and childlike eyes grew insane as the markings on his chest glowed in warning. His legs faded into nothing as his spine cracked and broke over and over to accommodate his new size and build. The digimon threw his head back and roared as the red light surrounding his body faded into nothing.

“Mistress?”
Kaya looked up at Metamormon with a soft smile
“Meta, how come I always end up always dying when someone attack the castle? Im getting kinda tired of it”


Megiadramon growled softly as he towered above the other digimons, red eyes locked on Six.
The Diaboromon on his shoulder followed the gaze and the frog like virus monsters empty yellow eyes showed nothing as he stared down at the Daemon
Both digimons launched a beam of energy at Six.

(Hi Cat ^^ )

Mito and Miron had walked through the dark hallways for what seemed like eons when they finally saw light up ahead.
Unfortunately for the two, the light was not an exit but an old Gazimon wearing a dusty grey raincoat and red sneakers.
A lantern hung from his tail as he stared at the young tamer.
"H´lo young man... and what might you be doing here?"