Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times (Finished)
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So tired.....
He is also an Asuramon in an area where a Sanzomon is getting up to her shenanigans and there's a Gokuwmon in the server
GO WEST GO WEST is expected lol
The thought came to mind, but felt more like a coincidence.
The new movie starring Pit "Gone to the west": "Frankly my friends I don't even know where I am!"
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- the Netherworld Dood
…. That…
That'd be a curve ball. That said what the host are doing reducing his future potential by as much as 15% and the fact that we need all the power to hit Bahimon I doubt it.
Sovereign Ascension is not some thing you can accidental your way in to you need more oomph then your average GA, DL or RK. And the host are squandering Pits.
On the flip side, Crest of Miracles could theoretically choose to catalyze that evolution if it decides GAs aren't working out.
Use the Crest like an evolution item the way Sparks used the Spirit.
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- the Netherworld Dood
Ehhhh sovs aren't on the "Lord's" list though?
It's certainly possible but I think it would require a massive change and pit getting a better way to git gud
Non-Canon Omake: A Phoenix’s Wings
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- Wherever I feel like being
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- He/Him
A Flap of a Phoenix's Wing
Pit stared at the army of corrupted souls that pounded towards them. To one side he saw Verge; his aura visible as he psyched himself up for battle. He was easy enough to make out, standing on the nose of the massive Raidenmon war machine that Sparks had reclaimed as his own with the breaking of the Factorum and the Machine Precinct's forces. The remnants of the Gloaming; those who were like Ulforce V-dramon, she who had been a Renamon and had merely just wanted to be left alone before being forced to pick a side by the fanaticism of the Host. And he could see it for what it had been now. The Host had not been as pure and just as he had always thought. Every deception, every twisting of the truth that he uncovered had led him to the realization that the Host would never be as it had been. The loss of Cherubimon, who now stood at the head of the Gloaming along with Verge's "little sister". Seraphimon's death in the trap that he'd led so many of the Gloaming's most powerful fighters into. Ophanimon's maiming, and the slow insidious poisoning of her shattered core by the Wrath energy that Daemon had unleashed. And even Slash Angemon, for all that he had tried to cleave to the ideals of his mentor; his own grisly hobby of taking trophies, as well as the slow metamorphosis of the Host's rallying cry to "Deus Vult".
The Host was just as tainted as the Gloaming, albeit in a different way. And nothing would bring it back to the way it had been. There were too many factions, too much politics and too much zealotry and cooler heads like poor betrayed Holy Angemon had been edged out or left altogether. His right upper hand gripped the crest of Miracles tightly. He knew that he could push himself to the brink here, and likely become Seraphimon. What he had proclaimed that he wished to become ever since he had become a Pidmon.
But what good would that truly do? Seraphimon had been felled by a trap meant to kill the original Gloaming Generals, and the weight of numbers of warped and twisted remnants of mon they faced had much more strength behind it than even that audacious trap had. The Host was a broken, tainted thing. The server would not be served by a mere continuation of what had been.
"We must be better..." The words fell from his lips without thinking. Knight Commander Vajramon looked at him in curiosity. Pit was thankful to have the wise bull at his side rather than the vain cockeral. The cunning mouse was at least a tolerable companion even if he was far too amused with his own intellect.
"My lord?" Pit turned to look at Vajramon, and one of his faces gave a fond smile.
"What came before. Ophanimon. Cherubimon. Seraphimon... we must be better than what befell them. Running through the same cycle, over and over again, it helps no one. All running as fast as they can to keep in place." Vajramon and several of the other commanders around Pit were starting to look concerned now. "I know what I need to do to break the cycle." And he did. He could see it plainly in his mind's eye. Even if he could not see what would come after. "Thank you, my friends, for following me. And, I'm sorry."
Pit rocketed into the air, even as he stoked his inner fires higher and higher. Corruptive flames of Wrath and shining flames of Holy energy surged around him, separating into twin pillars that bent and warped until they were interwoven with one another, a helix with Pit at the center. He brought his hands together, cupping the Crest of Miracles in them. "I know that you can help me. I ask of you, Lord. This one last miracle. For the sake of the babes to be born. The stories to be told. The laughter and love that is threatened to be snuffed out. Please Lord."
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In his personal dimension, Lucemon X cocked his head to the side; golden wings waving as he heard the plea. Full lips quirked into a smile. "Well, this should be amusing..." With a thought, he sent the power that the little demon requested. Equal parts Holy and Sin. Balanced.
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Pit felt the energy begin to course through the crest. The item was shuddering and he could feel the minute cracks beginning to spiderweb across it as it channeled far more power than he had ever asked of it. That Seraphimon had ever asked of it.
The helix of flame closed in on him, a striated egg of black and white flames... Which began to grow.
And grow...
And grow!
Before shattering outwards in shards of flame that obliterated whole platoons of the Infected as they fell amongst the enemy.
And the raucous call of the Red Sparrow rent the air.
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To be fair, we really don't know much about the Host's god.
We know it granted the Crests to the mon who became the Great Angels and that the Host worships it as a creator god, but other than that nothing.
No clue what it's goals or true nature even is.
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- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I'm using Lucemon X based on the image of 12 golden wings that Verge saw after the gestalt with Pit. Lucemon X is literally the only mon that has that many wings that are specifically golden.
God, I love this.
Is this supporting Phoenix Sovereign Pit or this his death?
Also, yeah, fallen Angel Pit for the win. Fits who he is based on, both Kid Icarus and Asura
Funny if in BlackSeraphimon form he told the world who he was the true reincarnation of, and then disowned both Glaoming and Host to form his own faction.
Makes you wonder why Daemon formed the Glaoming in the first place? Did he fall as well? Was he originally a good guy?
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- He/Him
Phoenix Sovereign Pit. He knew that was he was about to do, it wasn't going to result in Seraphimon. He didn't know what he would become, but it needed to be something stronger than a Great Angel or Demon Lord to fight the battle that they faced.
Kay, Ophanimon ded now along with SlashMight?
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- Wherever I feel like being
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- He/Him
That's my thought. This is basically right before the Final Battle. No idea what the lineup would look like, so that's why I didn't even define what Verge and Sparks' forms were.
Kay
Also minor suggestions
Put the title in bold and incease font size to make it more significant and easy to notice. Maybe make it red or orange as well
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- Somewhere
Capitalize the V in UlforceVeedramon or change it into UlforceV-dramon.
Fanaticism.
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- Wherever I feel like being
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- He/Him
Fixed the errors.
Other readers: "Sov Pit would be cool!"
Me having a flashback to my earlier post about how we should ban digivolution if Verge hits Sov: "Oh yeah it's all coming together (rubs hands ominously)."
Me having a flashback to my earlier post about how we should ban digivolution if Verge hits Sov: "Oh yeah it's all coming together (rubs hands ominously)."
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Lord of Gifts
- Location
- Pittsburgh
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
Also she wasn't a Renamon, she was a Rinkmon.
So how close is Pit gonna be to mega when the tournament arc is done?
Canon Omake: Thresh’s Mission From God(dess)
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Lord of Gifts
- Location
- Pittsburgh
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
Thresh's Mission from God(dess)
Thresh was ex-, eggsy, excited! Thresh was excited.
He and Dommy Fonte had spoken to her Goddess and had been charged with a holy mission! It was hard to think of something more honorable than being the bearer of a holy burden, even if it was for a frog.
Course after their big tourney matches the two of them were pretty recognizable, so they had slid down into their Champion forms to maintain their cover. It was weird seeing Fonte as a Centaurmon, it was so different from her usual Knightmon self, but she carried herself with the same dignity and pride.
Him being a Growlmon wasn't super strange, he did this alot to get headpats, but sometimes he'd catch himself walking in a different way than normal, half expecting the weight of his rocket boosters on his back. Or see his arms and forget for a moment that they weren't always massive scything blades.
"So, what's holy Geckomon wants us to do again?" Thresh asked somewhat bashfully. Who knew remembering the instructions of an overly excited frogmon while you were bored would be hard? He cert-, curtain, certainly!- didn't.
"Her name is Drop, Chevalier Thresh! And she is not a Geckomon!" Fonte huffed and stomped her front feet indignantly at the disrespect to her Goddess.
"Yeah yeahs, I gets it." He rolled his eyes just out of sight and glared at the Lilamon giggling at their interactions. It froze up for a second and then fell to the ground, before getting up and flying away as fast it physically could. He smirked, and then grimaced, that probably wasn't very knightly…
"Drop would like us to go retrieve a package from these coordinates-" She pointed at a little dot on a data pad strapped to her left wrist. "-and deliver it safely to her within the hour!" She declared solemnly.
"So what, we's some kinda errand 'mon? Couldn't she gets somemon else for this if it's that simple?" He grumbled, pouting slightly. He didn't expect this to be so dissa-, dissappear, disappointing, if he'd know it was just going to be to fetch some dumb pakige he wouldn't have come.
"Not at all! For you see, Drop, in her infinite wisdom, realized that there may be strong mon protecting such an important relic, and so tasked us, her two strongest followers with retrieving it from their foul clutches!" Her voice rose with every word until she shouted the final one, a fiery passion filling the statement and a fervant zeal in her eyes.
"Gigigigigi, so we's gonna get into a fight then, why didn't ya just say so!" He laughed heartily. Oh yeah, a fight was way more his speed. And if they were keeping something from a Goddess then that meant he could beat 'em up no problem too! Heh, being a knight was easier than he thought!
And so they walked in companionable silence, the buildings around them growing more ramshackle as they headed into the seedier (and that was saying something given the rest of the city) parts of town.
Fonte held up her metallic clawed fist in a motion to halt.
"We're here." She intoned gravely. They stood outside a mildly dilapid- tilapia, run down… restaurant? A sign naming it "Burgermon's Best Burgers" could be seen hanging just over the door.
"Uh, we grabbing food or what? Why're we at a restaurant?" Thresh asked, an eyebrow raised as he gazed at the shabby building. He was expecting some kind of big warehouse full of goons or something not whatever this was.
"This is the location I was given by my Goddess. Whatever we are searching for must be inside." She nodded decisively and marched up to the front door throwing it wide open with her cannon arm as Thresh followed in her wake.
Inside there were… what looked like two rival gangs of Digimon about to beat the snot out of one another.
On the right side a WaruMonzaemon with dozens of patches of different fabric across its form glared balefully at Thresh and Fonte, alongside it stood a Pandamon with a long patchwork scarf and massive stitch running the length of its torso, and an Etemon who despite carrying a long microphone stand, had its mouth stitched over.
On the left stood a Master Tyrannomon with several prominent facial scars, including one that looks to have taken out an eye, at his side were a surprisingly small Skull Greymon, which twitched sporadically in a disturbing manner, and a MetalGreymon with rather prominent patches of rotten flesh across its body, exposing swathes of hydraulics and wires.
The strangest thing was that all of them had well tailored suits on. It almost reminded him of Lord- er, of how Astamon dressed.
"Who da heck are you!" The WaruMonzaemon sneered, his high pitched voice taking most of the intimidation out of the question. His two companions glared at them, Pandamon punching into his other hand and Etamon swinging his microphone stand menacingly.
"And what are you doing on my turf?" The gravelly voiced Master Tyrannomon intoned, his muscular bulk turning slightly so he could glare at them. The small Skull Greymon twitched even harder for a moment and let out a short maniacal cackle, the MetalGreymon smashed its metal claw into the table in front of it, cracking it in half as it glared.
Thresh paid them no mind as he glanced into the back of the store and saw two Burgermon cowering behind the counter. Thresh narrowed his eyes.
"Hey, yous wouldn't happen to be menacing these nice Burgermon would you?" He asked with a growl, muscles tensing as he prepared to lash out at a moment's notice. Fonte readied her cannon beside him as she clocked his combat readiness.
"Tch, and so what if we are? They been paying their protection dues to deez low lives instead of us, even though they live in our territory!" The angry WaruMonzaemon replied disdainfully, shooting a quick glare at the 'mon in question as they cowered even further than before.
"Your turf? Hah! This is our turf now little puppet, you best step off before we have to teach you a lesson." The Master Tyrannomon replied with a smug smile full of sharp teeth across his face as he mocked the puppet Digimon.
"Rigghhhttttt, well that's nice but, I'm gonna have to ask you all to leave sos we can do our business." Thresh responded. Knights didn't just attack people for no reason after all.
"You think you can order us around?! Why I oughta!" WaruMonzaemon brought his massive clawed arm up, ready to strike. His companions both slipping into fighting stances to back up their boss.
"You little twerp where'd you get off thinking you can tell us what to do!" Master Tyrannomon growled angrily, fire coalescing in his jaws as he snarled. His two underlings growling in unison as they readied themselves to fight alongside their master.
Thresh simply blew out a sigh and glanced at Fonte. She nodded and took her hand off her sword. He could handle them no problem.
He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. Before he smiled viciously as he opened his eyes again. Yeah, it was supposed to be honorable to protect the weak. Least Vee said so. Heh, perfect.
Power.
A dark pulse of energy shot across his body as he tapped into the Hazard for an infin-, infant… tiny fraction of a second. In that moment all six 'mon seemed to realize something terrifying as they all scrambled to get away from him.
"Ah ah ahhhh, no running!" He sing-songed as he stomped forth and speared WaruMonzaemon on his claws and threw him back out the door. Fonte stepped out of the way to watch him fly past.
The Pandamon and Etamon, enraged by the manhandling of their leader, leapt forth to attack him at the same time! He simply let their attacks land. They couldn't hurt him if they tried. Two more swings of his arms and two more puppets were skewered on his claws. And two more puppets went flying out the door.
Then he turned a baleful eye on the other dinosaur 'mon in the shop. Master Tyrannomon came charging at him, flames licking his maw.
"Master Flame!" He shouted, a gout of scorching fire crashing into Thresh's chest. It didn't even singe the his flesh.
"Gigigigigi, nice try old timer." He mocked as he shoulder checked the smaller dinosaur into his two minions like a bowling ball. He took a deep breath… and Howled.
The virally enhanced sound sent shockwaves through the restaurant, carefully held back and directed away from the Burgermon, broke the front windows and sent the three lizards flying out into their rivals on the street.
Thresh stomped to the front and watched as the six 'mon, seemingly uncaring of their previous animosity, scrambled over each other to get away from him.
"And don't come back!" He shouted after them with a self-satisfied smile. Oh yeah, he kicked their butts and he hadn't even killed anyone! Heh, this knight stuff was easy.
"Yous can come out now, they're all gone." He called to the still cowering Burgermon as they peaked their head out to stare at him and Fonte.
"Yes, and while you're at it we came to pick up a package for Drop." Fonte added, a subtle hint of condescension in her voice as she gazed upon these weak Digimon that couldn't even protect themselves.
"Th-thank you for protecting us, those guys have been coming here and taking our money since we opened this place." The larger of the two burgermon replied as it stood up, the smaller one going back into the kitchen to grab something.
"Eh no problem, it was the honorable thing to do." Thresh replied with a shrug as Fonte looked at him askance.
"All the same, thank you, even if we will have to repair those windows…" It trailed off as it looked past him at the shattered store front.
"Oh uh, yeah. I'll find a way to pay yous back for that." Thresh replied scratching his head with a clawed gand looking suitably bashful. He hadn't meant to break their place but using a technique, even as held back as it was, on such weak 'mon was bound to have consequences. And causing property damage, especially when you were trying to protect the people whose property you'd damaged wasn't very honorable.
"Thank you kind ser, that would be most appreciated." The burgermon replied with a smile as it's smaller companion came back with a large back, "Drop" written in digimoji across the front.
"Yeah, uh no problem." He replied blushing slightly at the praise. It felt nice being complimented like that…
Fonte grabbed the bag and gave a curt nod as she turned on her heel and motioned for Thresh to follow. As he followed he looked back to see the two Burgermon waving at him. He waved back, a small smile on his face.
As they left the restaurant and moved through the city, Thresh pondered on what it meant to be beloved and respected for being a protector of the weak. He'd always been a weapon of terror when he worked for Lor- for Count. He was meant to crush his enemies in the most brutal fashion to demoralize the enemy force. And he'd enjoyed it. It allowed him to indulge his bloodlust, and he didn't have to think while doing it. Brutality came easy to him.
But being a knight was hard. It required careful thought and for him to hold back, alot. It meant he had to hold back those same impulses he'd been trained to give in to since he was a baby… and yet for some reason it felt good. And even though it was difficult, it was also paradox-, parachute, pretty easy when he really got to thinking about it. Almost like part of him already knew what to do, and it just needed him to let it loose.
Soon they arrived back at Drop's headquarters, a nice apartment provided to her by Malkimon for the duration of the tournament, and entered to find her lounging on the couch.
"Oh yay you got my stuff!" She exclaimed as she sat up and made a "give me" motion with her hands.
"Of course my Goddess the two of us together could never fail at such a task!" Fonte, now a Knightmon once more, replied fervently, handing the bag to Drop and getting down on one knee to kneel before her.
"Yeah, some goons tried to start trouble but we tooks care of em." Thresh replied with a smirk as Drop looked at the bag with an awe usually reserved for special stuff like a cool fight or a super power up thingy.
"But uh, what is it? Little weird we got it from a restaurant…" He trailed off as Drop looked to him with a raised eyebrow.
"Well of course you got it from a restaurant, it's my lunch!" She replied haughtily as she pulled out a massive burger and salivated at the sight.
Thresh froze for a moment. He felt his eye twitch as he realized they'd gone through all that… for a burger. He took a deep, deep breath and sighed explosively. "Holy mission" his butt. As he cast an eye to Fonte and saw how pleased she seemed with herself though, he could only shake his head ruefully and smile. At least they'd spent some time together and one of them was happy. He could live with that.
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drexal15
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She was a Renamon, then hit Rinkmon through a digimental.
TBF, she spends most of the Omake as her Champ form.
Not Sparks. Never Sparks.
Would be Duftmon's opinion.