The Last Moments Of A Regretful Father: New
On A Battlefield Oh So Long Ago:

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His burnt skin throbbed agonizingly in the dusk sunlight, what patches of fur were left on his body smoking acridly, smelling finally of divine thunder. But those were the very least of his injuries, their pain paled in comparison to the light wreathed lance that had been thrust straight through his stomach.

A lesser mon might've fainted from the pain. However, he was not a lesser mon. In fact, this was exactly where he'd needed to be.

Daemon the Demon Lord of Wrath leered in triumph, and at the same time plunged his right hand into the small of Ophanimon's back. The arrogant Great Angel of a woman screamed in agony, her moment of triumph giving way to pained shock as Daemon's claws plunged into her spine.

Divine Light ripped through the Demon Lord's body, annihilating half of his lower torso and leaving his right leg dangling uselessly. In return his dark flames of Wrath surged through the Seraph's spinal column, and up into her core.

Both were near crippling injuries, however she had the worst of it by far. In the split second before their clash Daemon had avoided taking a lethal injury. And in that moment of supposed triumph, he'd delivered a lethal counterstroke. Gritting his teeth and grinning madly through the pain, Daemon gleefully watched the paralyzed womon continue past, momentum carrying Ophanimon's stiffened form past, lance and all.

As his right arm disengaged, Daemon reflexively tried to rend through her neck with his much longer left arm. However the attempt merely resulted in a burst of phantom pain from where his limb had used to be. Only a throbbing stump remained, the rest sacrificed to ensure Cherubimon's demise.

Oh how dearly he would cherish the memory of Cherubimon's baffled face. And how it had twisted into panic and agony as his brain turned to ash.

It was a shame that he didn't have quite enough time to finish the task, however the injury he'd dealt to Ophanimon was surely a mortal one. And that made two of the Heavenly appointed trio deleted by his hands.

"Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk, hyuk!" The Demon Lord cackled laboriously, his laugh wracked with pain, each exhale releasing a small cloud of data. He'd done it! He'd really slain two of The Great Angels on his own! It had been a masterfully executed ambush, as expected of himself… and he supposed Patches' tactical advice had helped a bit.

Daemon crushed a handful of healing disks, before sighing in relief as the worst of his burns were soothed. The items did little for his missing limbs, but the pain had been dulled enough to help him think clearly. Glancing towards Ophanimon's falling body, the Demon Lord debated trying to load her in a bid to heal his injuries, but quickly dismissed the idea. Her holy data might well harm him if he tried. More importantly he was finally free to survey the battlefield and… that wasn't an appealing sight.

Whatever trick that blasted Seraphimon had pulled, left his horde bereft of its strongest members. And The Blessed Host was nearly done putting his army to route. Barrages of Holy Light annihilated more of his fleeing minions with every moment. Even the mighty Raidenmon warmachine had been split open, with General Mercuremon either slain or fled. What was supposed to be the Gloaming's final blow for victory had been rendered into more of a stalemate.

Daemon frowned in annoyance at the sight, it had taken decades of careful campaigning, recruitment and planning to amass that army. With their leaders dead or occupied, his horde should be smashing the demoralized Host to bytes right now. He'd made promises to the City States, promises that would now be difficult to keep.

But after a moment's consideration Daemon's grin returned and he let out a barking "Hyuk" of laughter.

"Not that losing my army matters!" The Demon Lord leered down at Ophanimon's descending body, and readied himself to blast her core clean from the server. "With you Great Angels gone, nothing on this backwater server can stand up to me! Hyuk! Hyuk! Hyuk! Hyuk! Hyuk!" A ball of wrathfful flame burst to life over his right palm.

With this battle concluded, the accord he'd made with Dagomon would be rendered unnecessary, and Noir-

The flame over his hand flickered, disrupted by a surge of… shame. What wracked his core was an unfamiliar type of pain, worse than guilt. He could still see the cute little Sistermon's happy face. A warm smile, so trusting. So naive in her faith.

"Look at what I drew Papa!"

Daemon's leer twisted into something unfamiliar as he pictured that, messy sketch. A low quality, amateurish drawing of his cloaked self holding hands with a little figure. The stupid little thing didn't know its entire existence amounted to nothing more than a disposable key.

His smile flipped into a grimace, the pain returning and somehow feeling worse than his missing arm. The flame in his hand flickered, then died out as Daemon's vision wavered.

"I must be… shaken from battle damage." The Demon Lord murmured before shaking his head. Maybe he'd have it compose a victory song of his great triumph against The Blessed Host. She-It did so enjoy singing for him.

Daemon flapped his tattered wings, and streaked towards the dying womon. The pathetic zealot had overcome her paralysis and was desperately trying to stabilize her core. He best give her some *Help*!

"Hyuk-"

!

"-Wash your neck villain!" Daemon whirled around, power gathering on his hand to parry the slash aimed at his throat. Again the Demon Lord's left stump twinged with phantom pain, attempting a counterattack that would never manifest. And what a shame that was, if he'd still had his other arm, the sneaky little angel would've already been reduced to ash.

"The little protege!" He leered gleefully, matching SlashAngemon's grin. "Come to die alongside your-" Daemon's bright blue eyes were assaulted by a flash of gold, his taunt transforming into a scream as the next swing cleaved through his barrier, and lopped his remaining arm off at the shoulder. "Aaargh, that-that power!" The Demon Lord's core shuddered with a horrifying realization, his reviled enemy, that blasted Seraphimon had passed on his crest! He'd! He'd cheated!

Daemon flapped his wings, fire trailing in his wake as he launched himself back and away from certain deletion. All thoughts of victory replaced by the need to get away, to survive.

So long as he could get away, he could recover, and then-

-"Our world shant suffer your vileness any longer cretin!" Another pulse of gold flashed at the corner of his vision, and Daemon roared in pain as his wings were cleaved from his back. What's left of his depleted spirit kept him moving away, but it wasn't nearly fast enough to mount an escape. "Know my promise to Seraphimon!" SlashAngemon's blade flashed down as Daemon turned, attempting to parry the blow aside with a kick- "Know that this server will never suffer the yoke of your kind again!" -only to have his limb be lopped off for the effort in a shower of data.

"Aaaargh, stop it you wretch!" Accursed Lord of the Host no! He'd won! The three Great Angels had been defeated! He couldn't be killed here! Not by an upjumped lackey!

"Because from now on!" SlashAngemon blurred in front of him, a single bright green eye staring through the helmet directly at him. "I will be here!" The Blade Angel pulsed gold a final time, his swordarm streaking towards Daemon's neck.

"Shit."

Daemon's head flew from his shoulders, his pain fading away to nothingness, along with his broken body. It was over.

Strange. The dying Demon Lord knew he should be filled with rage, with regret. He should be absolutely furious over being defeated in the moment of his triumph.

Instead… all he could think of now in his last moments… was that precious little face.

"Tha-that stage is for me? With something that big I can sing for the whole world!"

"Yes little one, Hyukhyuk!"

"Papa! Papa you're the best!"

Despite his body fading into the ether down below… Daemon swore he could feel a pair of little arms around his waist… Ah. If only he could see that happy little face of hers… one last time.

=AN: Checked over by TempestK. Thank you. I've had this one planned out for a while too, but I never knew when to post it. Now that I'm not worrying about getting the quest done, perhaps ironically I felt better about writing this.
 
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Can't see most of the images. Don't link from discord, it won't show up.

Baihumon Verge edition is pretty cool though.
 
Wow, that's a real gory final epic showdown for Daemon here. Thank you TempestK and drexal15 for giving us this chapter from the past. Also question @drexal15 about Sistermon Blanc, it seems like Daemon gave a lot of attention and love to Noir but not the same to Blanc. The recent update outline also seems to hint that Blanc and Noir are on good terms with each other but Blanc really doesn't want to have anything to do with the now reincarnated Pit/Daemon. I suppose Blanc would prefer things to remain distant and civil between her and Pit going forward and with both having familial ties with Noir?
 
Wow, that's a real gory final epic showdown for Daemon here. Thank you TempestK and drexal15 for giving us this chapter from the past. Also question @drexal15 about Sistermon Blanc, it seems like Daemon gave a lot of attention and love to Noir but not the same to Blanc. The recent update outline also seems to hint that Blanc and Noir are on good terms with each other but Blanc really doesn't want to have anything to do with the now reincarnated Pit/Daemon. I suppose Blanc would prefer things to remain distant and civil between her and Pit going forward and with both having familial ties with Noir?
I can answer this one actually. Noir was created on "commission" by Daemon. Blanc was also commissioned, by the Host, as a way to match the PR blitz that Noir was giving the Gloaming. They're "sisters" in that they were created the same way. Blanc is actually a spoiled diva brat who hates having to share the spotlight with anyone. If Verge had ever met her he'd have completely reconsidered how much he disliked Drop in comparison.
 
I can answer this one actually. Noir was created on "commission" by Daemon. Blanc was also commissioned, by the Host, as a way to match the PR blitz that Noir was giving the Gloaming. They're "sisters" in that they were created the same way. Blanc is actually a spoiled diva brat who hates having to share the spotlight with anyone. If Verge had ever met her he'd have completely reconsidered how much he disliked Drop in comparison.
So this basically?

 
Wow, that's a real gory final epic showdown for Daemon here. Thank you TempestK and drexal15 for giving us this chapter from the past. Also question @drexal15 about Sistermon Blanc, it seems like Daemon gave a lot of attention and love to Noir but not the same to Blanc. The recent update outline also seems to hint that Blanc and Noir are on good terms with each other but Blanc really doesn't want to have anything to do with the now reincarnated Pit/Daemon. I suppose Blanc would prefer things to remain distant and civil between her and Pit going forward and with both having familial ties with Noir?
To expand on the Noir & Blanc lore. In terms of core data they're only distantly related. The Host provided holy data for her core, and that was combined with some leftovers from Noir's creation alongside the Sirenmon data for singing capabilities. They're more like cousins in terms of digigenetics. If I'm remembering correctly the biggest difference comes in their upbringing, Daemon wanted to shape his key from the start. The Host was playing catchup and wanted a fully operational product. Meaning the closest thing Blanc had to a mother was post heartbroken Malkimon. Which was eventually what inspired the idea for Ciel.

Blanc has a goody two shoes, warm and angelic persona. Which she deeply resents, knowing she's an imitation forever doomed to play catchup to the original. She has a deep inferiority complex about her "Older Sister"Noir. Being less generally popular, being "less developed" and being younger. Which isn't helped by Noir being so genuinely nice and cheery. Noir is genuinely happy to have a "Little sister" while Blanc hates Noir all the more for it.

I think remember in my notes, if Blanc ever interacted with Verge the two would actually get along surprisingly well.
 
"Blanc, you will never surpass Noir in music, for she has had quite the head start on you, the same level of musical talent, and shows no signs of slacking off any time soon."

"How is this supposed to help me again?"

"However, she has never truly trained for strength; you can immediately begin surpassing her in power if you begin training for that instead, and then she will be the one who can never catch up."

"...Sparks wants me to advertise your dojo, doesn't he?"

"...yes."
 
"Blanc, you will never surpass Noir in music, for she has had quite the head start on you, the same level of musical talent, and shows no signs of slacking off any time soon."

"How is this supposed to help me again?"

"However, she has never truly trained for strength; you can immediately begin surpassing her in power if you begin training for that instead, and then she will be the one who can never catch up."

"...Sparks wants me to advertise your dojo, doesn't he?"

"...yes."

"Also my student and daughter are fans could you sign this"
 
A Chosen Purpose New
Beat glared at the jagged cliff face before him, his right hand's claws anchored into the hardy stone. With a chittering grunt he yanked on the mountainside, launching his battered body up a few meters. In the process he tugged his arm free, and then at the peak of his ascent, stabbed back into the hardy igneous rock.

The JewelBeemon hung there for a long moment, muscles screaming under the enhanced gravity and gale winds battering his weathered chitin. Normally scaling Flux Volcano would have been a trivial task. However with his left arm tied behind his back, his wings strapped down, and back covered in weights? This climb was transformed into an arduous endeavor like few Beat had ever endured. He needed the time to gather his strength and focus, before making the next advance.

In that time however, pillars of ice smashed into him from every angle, spikes of gravity sought to pull him free, and then when they failed tried to crush him against the thick rocky walls. He had to be exact with his timing, or risk another tumble to the bottom.

His will focused, his muscled tensed. And with a click of his mandibles Beat made his next attempt at ascension. Time had lost all meaning to him, all that mattered now was focusing on reaching the top. His aching carapace was cracked in over a dozen places, the cold seeped into his inner flesh agonizingly, and whilst falling wouldn't mean deletion, restarting this again would feel close to it.

Not that it mattered. No matter how many times he fell, Beat's will would remain adamant. He could do this, he would complete this challenge. The JewelBeemon refused to lose to Verge when it came to training. His pride would never let him come in second to his friend in terms of effort.

The mon in charge of his training here had offered mercy, to lower the difficulty and allow him an easier time of it. But Beat had rebuffed every offer. This training pushed him harder than even Sir Scratch did, and that was precisely what the JewelBeemon needed.

Even in his new form, Beat was aware of just how far he'd fallen behind the others. And he refused to stay behind his friends and be left helpless while they thrived.

In truth, the harsh training, if anything, was a welcome distraction from something far worse. Beneath the pain, and determination there was a…hollowness.

Guilt over leaving Pit alone in The Host. Guilt over taking Andiramon's deal for the power of another evolution. Guilt over venturing into the Flux Mountains to raise his power even further.

He'd left behind everything in the pursuit of strength, all so he could catch up. All so when the time came, he could be of use to his friends. All so he could catch up to their lofty heights and not be ashamed of his own weakness. Even if that meant betraying Pit's trust in the short term.

Despite his justifications, and the distractions. Beat's decision weighed heavily on his spirit, he felt as if he'd run away from them. As if this journey to the Flux Mountains had turned him into a despicable coward. Pit, Verge, and even Sparks wouldn't dare call him such a thing. Yet that knowledge of his friend's understanding only made his decision hurt all the more miserably..

Upon dragging himself up onto the summit, Beat crawls to his feet, and meets the impassive frown of his taskmaster. The GrappLeomon sneering down at him looked so much like Verge, yet so different at the same. This one possessed a leaner, shorter body, with a dark blonde mane and standard grey armor. However he would assuredly be capable of breaking the mutated variant of his species in two over his knee if he wished. For his true form was that of a Mega more potent than even SlashAngemon.



And he was also far more dour than Verge in general.



And meaner.

Whereas his friend would congratulate him for completing his training, this GrappLeomon just crosses his arms, unimpressed by his achievement.

"Again." The old monster of a digimon grunted. "This time with your left." Beat felt a flare of fighting spirit, and ducked preemptively, avoiding a backhand that would have sent him careening down the mountainside. The JewelBeemon rose back up into a kick aimed at the downshifted Mega's chin-

-pain. And then darkness.



Beat next awoke next to the searing heat of a magma flow, Flux Volcano looming almost tauntingly above him and stretching up above the clouds. He sat up, expecting agony, however aside from the heat his physical pain had vanished. Beside him lay a bag, one filled with food if his experience over the last weeks applied here.

How many times had he made this climb? The recent weeks had blended together into a constant haze, and he'd lost count after the first dozen attempts. The weights strapped to his body had grown again, making his every moment all the more cumbersome.

Part of The JewelBeemon knew that this was rapidly increasing his strength. With every cycle his shell was harder, his muscles more powerful, and his dexterity heightened. But right now… none of that felt as if it mattered.

With a chittering sigh, Beat let himself fall onto his back. He could move, he should be up and starting the next round of climbing, but… he just couldn't. His will felt weak, his spirit downtrodden.

What was the point of it? Of living to be nothing more as a useful tool for his friends? What did he want to do with his own life?

Beat thought back on his revenge. He'd watched Blitzmon flee from him begging for his life as a pathetic, broken creature. Not even worthy of deletion by his hand. While admittedly satisfying in the moment, after that he'd merely skated through existence letting habits and momentum carry him through.

But for what?

His dream as a Rookie had been to become the very fastest mon alive. Which had then changed to becoming the very strongest after Floramon's murder and his devolution at the hands of Blitzmon.

However reality had cruelly crushed both of those goals. Neither were a possibility for him, at least not in this life. No matter how hard he trained, no matter how hard he struggled. Those with the inborn potential would surpass him, his friends being the chief examples.

Beat raised a shaking hand, and bitterly cursed the reality of his own limits. He felt…defeated. His friends all had their own great purposes, but him? The best he could come up with was living as their tool.

As if Pit, Verge or even that idiot of a wizard would respect him for that.

The JewelBeemon sighed, a single tear of frustration streaking down his faceplate as he let sleep take him.

Softness against his arm.

A face, so familiar, and yet so foreign grinned up at him.

A… Ranamon? A Mermaidmon? Why was a womon clinging to him?

Her melodic voice croaked with laughter, and…his mandibles twitched in return, partaking on the simple joy of companionship. Of Drop's cloying affection.


"-scary guy really ran away from your shadow?"

"Yes." Beat paused, before shrugging mirthfully. "And that was not the last time either."

Was this a dream? Or some sort of memory? He couldn't tell, all he knew was… soothing warmth.


"You know Beat. The two of us aren't Rookies anymore. I'm a successful idol, you're a c-cool warrior of justice."

Beat snorted, he'd hardly describe himself that way. However he held his tongue, it wouldn't do to spoil the moment.

But Drop was right. They had both matured. He'd become a strong Ultimate, and she'd… also grown. Both in level and in…other places. Her talk of being the *Glorious guardian of the Net Ocean* no longer seemed so idiotic.


"Y-you-do you think that maybe…maybe you could come to my next concert?" The face he couldn't quite make out blushed, so unsure of herself around him. So cute. "I wrote a song, and um, kind of, based it on us-I mean you?"

He should be annoyed, or even disgusted by the request. Attending a concert of all things? It was a waste of time, when he could be training. Instead he felt…happy about being asked to come.

Why then did he find it so appealing?


"I would not miss it." Drop smiled up at him again, so wildly happy about his response. And when she embraced him, Beat felt his own arms return the sappy gesture. For a few happy moments he felt completely at ease. As if his worldly troubles just…didn't matter right now. Not when he was with her.

"Now get up you big handsome bug! You've got promises to keep, and I know you won't let your friends down!"

Beat woke with a start, vaulting to his feet and his hand grasping for a spear that wasn't there. After a moment of looking around the lava fields, his shock wore off.

That was…

His chest felt lighter despite the heavy weighs, the torturous hollow feeling not gone but… assuaged.

A second passed by, then two, then three, before he broke out into a chittering laugh.



And for the first time since Blitzmon's defeat, Beat knew what HE wanted to do.

===AN: Beat is a character I had some trouble with. I deeply enjoyed writing him, partly due to his similarities with Verge making them fun to bounce off each other, and how he interacted with the other team members. A loyal second to Pit, and his rivalry with Sparks. But I struggled a lot with his purpose, and there was no way I was going to kill him off just because of that. His own POV reflects that here, and the conclusion while sappy and dumb is just the sort of wholesomeness I enjoy. Yes this is the moment that ended up making him a househusband long term, kek.

As for Inheritance. I've been pondering, this. I do have the Angemon fight all planned out, and theoretically after that I could start working on expanding the end of quest outline into a series of snippets. But I wanted to ask the thread if they'd be interested in me attempting that.
 
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Guilt over taking Cherubimon's deal for the power of another evolution.
Interesting, so he realized that that was Cherubimon reborn. Granted its not particularly hard to put two and two together on that front.
As for Inheritance. I've been pondering, this. I do have the Angemon fight all planned out, and theoretically after that I could start working on expanding the end of quest outline into a series of snippets. But I wanted to ask the thread if they'd be interested in me attempting that.
I'm up for any additional content you feel capable of giving us, and I'm sure everyone else would be too.
 
Interesting, so he realized that that was Cherubimon reborn. Granted its not particularly hard to put two and two together on that front.

I'm up for any additional content you feel capable of giving us, and I'm sure everyone else would be too.
Kek. Nope that was an oversite on my part. I'm used to referring to him as Cherubimon.

And thanks. I dislike how I ended this, and would love to make amends if I can.
 
So how would the Host have reacted to the (non-temporary) birth of a Sovereign
A) During the time when Cherubimon and Seraphimon were still around
B) During the time between Daemon's death and the start of the quest

A very clearly super powerful holy thing that very much is not an angel or worshiping their 'god'.
 
So how would the Host have reacted to the (non-temporary) birth of a Sovereign
A) During the time when Cherubimon and Seraphimon were still around
B) During the time between Daemon's death and the start of the quest

A very clearly super powerful holy thing that very much is not an angel or worshiping their 'god'.
A they'd be ready for a proper throwdown, but try diplomacy first. Then thankful when the mons refused, Seraphimon and Cherubimon would take charge in trying to recruit the individuals or at least make sure they don't join the Gloaming,
B they'd be really cautious, possibly crap themselves. They'd know they don't have a shot at besting it. And afterwards Ophanimon would want them deleted, SlashAngemon would want to take their measure first.
 
A they'd be ready for a proper throwdown, but try diplomacy first. Then thankful when the mons refused, Seraphimon and Cherubimon would take charge in trying to recruit the individuals or at least make sure they don't join the Gloaming,
B they'd be really cautious, possibly crap themselves. They'd know they don't have a shot at besting it. And afterwards Ophanimon would want them deleted, SlashAngemon would want to take their measure first.
Would Deimos ever get his matchup with Jupitermon?

and what was the full story there?
 
Yes.

Deimos/Boy was the original Jupitermon who along with Apollomon and Dianamon drove Titamon into the inheritance server for a sort of mutual kill.

He's the Prince's grandad.
So he had similar raw potential to the Prince as a Fresh/Baby 1, but fell behind due to not getting as good resources for gaining strength until he was already a Champion?
 
So he had similar raw potential to the Prince as a Fresh/Baby 1, but fell behind due to not getting as good resources for gaining strength until he was already a Champion?
Not quite. He died a few times early on possibly due to Anubismon meddling and it lowered his potential. In his past life as Gramps he was bordering Aegiomon but didn't quite reach it.
 
Not quite. He died a few times early on possibly due to Anubismon meddling and it lowered his potential. In his past life as Gramps he was bordering Aegiomon but didn't quite reach it.
Huh so Boy was Gramps all along reincarnated alongside being the original Jupitermon, also if I recall correctly Agnimon was also the reincarnated Apollomon meaning the three Olympos XII who died all reincarnated in the same place.
As for Inheritance. I've been pondering, this. I do have the Angemon fight all planned out, and theoretically after that I could start working on expanding the end of quest outline into a series of snippets. But I wanted to ask the thread if they'd be interested in me attempting that.
Also yes I'm interested in that if your up for it.
 
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