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if he want's something he'll take it
#doodle#anime#digimon#digital monsters#digimon digital monsters#lucemon#lucemon fallen#digimon adventure#lucemon falldown mode
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Lucemon Chaos Mode with flat colours! Trying to evolve my art style and improve it! I will render it hopefully!
#art#digital art#anime style#artists on tumblr#fanart#anime fanart#my art#digimon#sketch#lucemon#lucemon chaos mode#digimon villain#villain#angel#fallen angel#digimon tcg#digimon card game#digimon fanart
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You gotta show off Lucemon Falldown Mode at least:
Lucifers VS Lucifers : Round 2
Lucemon :
Has an attack literally called Paradise Lost Punch
Lucifer :
he's good silly and stupid. canonically described as the biggest slut in the world. 0 braincells, completely hyperactive. also has major traumatized sadboy credentials. one time someone thought he was doing something nefarious because he handed a cop a wedge of money then the cop handed him a duffle bag but it turns out he was just buying the cops duffel bag because he thought it was nice. eats cocaine. definitely gets pegged. is in therapy. not always doing his best but my god he is always doing something.
#Digimon#lucifer netflix#poll#You cannot beat Lucemon come on#He has a cool fallen angel form with the voice of Freeza DBZ#and like cool half angel and devil wings look him up#Lucemon Falldown Mode#edit okay I put him there myself#He also has a giant dragon form called Lucemon Satan Mode#Like Lucemon showing off the different stages of Lucifer is p cool right#also Paradise Lost Punch
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Digimon Frontier Rental DVD Box Art Volumes 1-12
Vol 1 = Tomoki Himi/Tommy, Izumi Orimoto/Zoe, Takuya Kanbara, Kouji Minamoto and Junpei Shibayama/JP, Chakmon/Kumamon, Fairymon/Kazemon, Agnimon/Agunimon, Wolfmon/Lobomon, Blitzmon/Beetlemon and Trailmon
Vol 2 = Takuya Kanbara, Kouji Minamoto, Tomoki/Tommy Himi, Warumonzaemon, Pandamon and ToyAgumon (Black)
Vol 3 = Kouji Minamoto, Garmmon/KendoGarurumon, Gotsumon, Bokomon, Neemon, Tomoki/Tommy, Takuya, Junpei/JP, Izumi/Zoe and Grottemon/Grumblemon
Vol 4 = Junpei Shibayama/JP, Takuya Kanbara, Kouji Minamoto, Izumi Orimoto/Zoe, Tomoki Himi/Tommy, Seraphimon, Sorcerymon, Mercuremon/Mercurymon, Grottemon/Grumblemon, Ranamon and Arbormon
Vol 5 = Junpei Shibayama/JP, Izumi Orimoto/Zoe, Tomoki Himi/Tommy, Shutumon/Zephyrmon, Blizzarmon/Korikakumon, Bolgmon/MetalKabuterimon, Petaldramon, Burgamon/Burgermon, TorikaraBallmon and Chamelemon
Vol 6 = Takuya Kanbara, Kouji Minamoto, Flamon, Duskmon, Blitzmon/Beetlemon, Shutumon/Zephyrmon, Bokomon and Neemon
Vol 7 = Izumi Orimoto/Zoe, Tomoki Himi/Tommy, Junpei Shibayama/JP, Calamaramon, Shutumon/Zephyrmon and Honeybeemon
Vol 8 = Kouji Minamoto, Kouichi Kimura, Duskmon and Cherubimon (Vice)/Kerpymon
Vol 9 = Kouji Minamoto, Junpei Shibayama/JP, Kouichi Kimura, Izumi Orimoto/Zoe, Tomoki Himi/Tommy, Takuya Kanbara, MagnaGarurumon, KaiserGreymon/EmperorGreymon, Cherubimon (Virtue)/Kerpymon and Ofanimon/Orphanimon
Vol 10 = Takuya Kanbara, Kouji Minamoto, Izumi Orimoto/Zoe, Junpei Shibayama/JP, Tomoki Himi/Tommy, Kouichi Kimura, Bokomon, Neemon, Patamon, Starmon and Superstarmon
Vol 11 = Tomoki Himi/Tommy, Izumi Orimoto/Zoe, Kouichi Kimura, Junpei Shibayama/JP, Arbormon, Blitzmon/Beetlemon, Lowemon, Agnimon/Agunimon, Wolfmon/Lobomon, Fairymon/Kazemon, Chakmon/Kumamon, Mercuremon/Mercurymon, Ranamon, Grottemon/Grumblemon, Dynasmon and Lordknightmon/Crusadermon
Vol 12 = Takuya Kanbara, Izumi Orimoto/Zoe, Tomoki Himi/Tommy, Junpei Shibayama/JP, Kouji Minamoto, Kouichi Kimura, Susanoomon and Lucemon Fallen Mode
Released on 2003
#Digimon Frontier#Digimon#Takuya Kanbara#Agnimon#Kouji Minamoto#Wolfmon#lobomon#Izumi Orimoto#zoe orimoto#Fairymon#kazemon#Junpei Shibayama#jp shibayama#Blitzmon#beetlemon#Tomoki Himi#tommy himi#Chakmon#kumamon#Kouichi Kimura#Duskmon#Lowemon#Bokomon#Neemon#Trailmon#DVDs#too many to tag#DVD covers#merchandise
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I wanted to draw a piece that represented the fall of Lucemon (in my own dramatic way of illustrating scenes) This print is now available on my INPRNT page: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/mariogagabriel/the-fallen-angel/
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Have Lucemon, everyone's favourite fallen angel from Digimon Frontier. He's a villain... but I love his design. And wings are kind of a weak spot of mine. I lov'em.
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I'd say Devimon is less Lucifer, and more Luke, the guy who works at middle-management on Hell. Digimon does have a full fledged Lucifer tho, as in "even before fully fallen and being a Child stage it gets to oneshot Royal Knights", but still, any of the Seven Great Demon Lords is bad news. Too bad the Adventure continuity wasted the one which had debuted at the time; grumble grumble Imperialdramon Fighter Mode should had debuted at that moment and give Demon a fight.
He's a Devil. Which doesn't necessarily mean Lucifer; In fact, there is also a Lucemon though he doesn't appear in Adventure. Nonetheless, Devimon is a Devil. It's there in his name. It's just that there's a hierarchy of much bigger wicked things beyond him.
It's kind of like how in Dragon Ball, capital-K Kami/capital-G God is a lower-tier deity. Japan uses Christian mythology for aesthetic and coolness the way the West uses Greek and Norse mythology.
Though it is a bit different nonetheless because he's not, like, the actual mythical Devil. He's really more the social construct of the devil manifested into physical form. He's, like... the collective data of humanity's conception of a devil, condensed into a Digitama and given life. He is a wikipedia article that can punch you.
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Regarding the effects of the Dark Area on the Demon Lords - it's not just Caedemon who was affected, but the rest of them too.
Anything that comes in contact with its energies will be tainted and changed forever, though the shorter the contact is, the less damage is caused. Though there are a few ways to withstand its effects for periods of time - like the use of Digivices - and some stronger entities and even humans can interact with it without immediately being driven mad, it's really best to stay away as it affects anything it touches both physically and mentally.
The fallen Archangels were too powerful to be destroyed by the Area, so instead, over millennia, they became part of it, creating whole dark pocket dimensions around their prisons as they slumbered (the Circles of Hell ). Its influence, mixed with drops of energies from the human world seeping through the barrier changed them physically, warping their angelic forms into something unrecognizable, and twisting their minds even further.
All of them suffer the effects, and all of their bodies are to some extent in constant state of decay or have wounds that won't heal. It can be fixed by syphoning the life energies of Digimon and humans, the latter also giving some of them the ability to take on human appearances. However, all is only temporary and to sustain it, they need to perform regular rituals. This is what allows Lucemon and Lilithmon to keep their more angelic looks, as well.
#Caedemon has never killed anything to sustain himself in this way for what it's worth LOL#he came to accept his new appearance eventually as is#possibly due to guilt over his prior actions and sees it as proper punishment#and accepting his new life#but yeah the Demon Lords are much more terrifying in this setting due to their ability to control the Dark Area to some extent#as they can spread it and corrupt anything they touch#be it places digimon or humans#and its effects are awful and many#among other things#but that came with a big price#text post#digimon project: Aurora#digimon
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Lucemon: Chaosmode BT7-111 by Tonamikanji from BT-07 Next Adventure
Something irks me about Lucemon Chaos Mode not being half Yellow. The half Light half Dark is such an essential part of its design. And this is the case for other fallen angel kinda Digimon as well...
Obviously double color cards only got introduced for the first time in BT-08 New Awakening, but that was just the set after this. It was so close!
#digimon#digimon card game#digimon tcg#digica#digisafe#デジカ#Lucemon chaos mode#lucemon#ophanimon falldown mode#mastemon#raguelmon#tonamikanji#bt7#Lv5#Digimon Card#color: purple#type: virus#trait: demon lord#trait: seven great demeon lords#num: 01
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Digimon Frontier - Episode 47
This episode was crazy! At first I was pissed because half of it was basically a recap episode with the amount of flashbacks they were throwing at me. I put that shit on 2x speed out of annoyance, but then...stuff started goin' down! (Back to normal speed lol).
Notes:
So they built a trailmon track to the yellow moon and not the moon that already had an established base? Weird choice, but okay. At least it's pretty!
Seeing Ophanimon and Cherubimon reborn as Plotmon and Lopmon was satisfying. I guess if you're holy (or whatever) you get to skip some life stages lol. I see that they strategically picked all the cutest, most marketable digimon, something this series is severely lacking in.
Shocking absolutely no one, Dynasmon and LordKnightmon were pawns all along! I don't really get how "doubt" made them weak. Did they just mean they were in a bad headspace or is it more magical than that? Seems like their abilities were pretty drastically lowered by just emotions...
The battles were extra shounen this episode, lots of screaming, powering up, and punching. It made me think of Dragonball or maybe Jojo.
Ew. Lucemon's new form is hideous. I feel like it works okay in concept art and fanart but in the show itself it's a hot mess. His outfit is bulky and strange (especially the blazer he's wearing? lol) His head looks too small for his body and he's got an ugly Vamdemon knock off face. Why does he have vampire teeth if they were going for a fallen angel vibe?? Go back to being a generic baby angel!! 😭
"Fall down mode" is objectively funny. Why does he sound like a doll/plushie from the 90s, like "Fall Down Elmo!" I know they were probably going for "fallen" but they sliiightly missed the mark.
Wait...is "Luce" supposed to be short for Lucifer?...Embarrassed I'm just noticing now. I thought Luce just meant light
Lucemon FD Mode's attack style sure is something. Kinda like if pro-wrestlers could fly. And then he's got his "muda muda" attack that I found hard to take seriously.
One last comment about Lucemon FD Mode: I don't think his Japanese voice suits him. I wish it were more intimidating. He just sounds like someone's uncle lol
HE BLEW UP THE FRICKIN' MOON!!! Gotta be the craziest way to end an episode lol.
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#doodle#anime#cute#digimon#digital monsters#digimon digital monsters#lucemon#lucemon fallen#kigurumi
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Lucemon FM and his ability to recreate the world
When King Drasil made the world, He soon created guardians to manage and maintain it. fix issues, carry out His will, and modify the small things to better suit the digimon He was creating to inhabit it. Lucemon, Drasils most powerful and Most Favored, was granted a Huge amount of admin privileges, especially in regards to the coding of the digital world itself. When Lucemon was cast out, either Drasil was too busy dividing the same Admin Privileges among new guardians, like Azulongmon and the three main Holy digimon Seraphimon and co to remember to Revoke Lucemons Admin access... or Drasil flat out CAN'T modify digimon much after creating them beyond forcing the form change after a fall. This lack of modification is tied to why Dorumon has the code access terminal on its head. So Lucemon still has admin privileges to the digital world’s data and uses it to primarily modify his own area but will still help out if problems arise elsewhere if you grovel and beseech his aid nicely about it.
For my Digiworld Specifically (nicknamed Chikory) There are several Child Mode Lucemon and he was the only to Fall. Each has its won slight differences to dress and purple markings, and each have thier own main focus, and its been long enough that the details of WHAT the Lucemon that Rebelled Against Drasil looked like has faded, and any art of him has been faded or replaced in a No Longer Spoken Of manner. They also didnt think Lucemon would escape the Dark area he was cast into, let alone regain his child form. When he did though, he simply created a scholar getup. The child form Lucemon created as a disguise also isnt code manip. He cant modify his own code much, if at all, and if he can it likely feels pretty awful to mess around with your own insides. Instead the scholar variation of his child form is tied to a lil winged book pin he can attach to his chest fabric and that will manifest the rest of the outfit, and also serves as a summon for a book he can store copies of the code for things in, essentially a endless "clipboard" function he can still pull out in his truer Fallen Form.
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Your fanfic is glorious I would have liked to see something like that in the Digimon canon , you do a great job handled it very well, you make me wish that this fanfic in general everything in it were canon, although again my biggest surprise in this fic has not been the Royal knights ( I love them) if not how well worked the Demon Lords are and how the relationships between everyone are, how each one perfectly represents their sin in a natural way not just a caricatured or exaggerated version of it and how Bagramon, despite not being a Demon lord, ended up being part of this group and feel so real and have a lot of sense !!
Also sometimes it surprises me how well Lucemon and Bagramon get along, they just seem to understand each other relatively well at least for Lucemon's standards ( we know that Bagramon keeps a lot of what he thinks only for himself) i ship them a little and im not sorry!!! BUT maybe is becuase I also always fantasized that they would know each other because of their stories as fallen angels, but I never thought I would read an entire fic about the holy war woo!!
💖💖💖💖 you have my respect
Thank you so much! My biggest surprise has been how much I've enjoyed writing the Demon Lords. I've enjoyed playing around with their sins and the way they interact ended up coming very naturally. They're very dysfunctional and that's a lot of fun. xD
Hah, they do tolerate each other fairly well, especially compared to some of the others. They have similar goals and they know that they need each other to achieve them. They're also both pretty bookish and they have similar outlooks. I think it's great you ship it. xD
Thank you so much for reading it all and for your comments! I really appreciate reading stuff like this!
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Meet the artist!
Hello I'm mallydrawz your fav Digimon, I'm here introducing myself! And y'all can learn more about also I'll use some user boxes, I'm bisexual and asexual some of my post will contain swearing for this reason i recommend those who are sensitive to swearing please don't follow me, thank you now please read my bio
I'm a space obsessed moron so don't expect me to post furry, digimon, alien related crap or my OC's who's a digimon lol, i have Asperger's this is 100% i was diagnosed with Asperger's when i was a child, I'm not faking it tho ik it's called autism but I'm aware of my diagnosis also i have insomnia another reason for my inactivity i fall asleep because of my lack of sleeping
About the commission "are your commissions open?" Actually no I'm probably making those soon my art trades and requests are open tho also please don't yell at me I'm very sensitive or don't just hurt my feelings I'm already traumatized of too much crap :(
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I do welcome all sorts of accounts in my page except the ones i mentioned on the DNI list-
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My favorite digimons are:
Patamon
Beelzemon
Lucemon fallen form
Renamon
Impmon
Gulusgammamon
XVeemon
Angemon
Black Guilmon
Floramon
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Seraphim au:
Does he need to flap his wings to fly or is he just floating? Also, Potential special move=raining holy fire from his wings.
Seraphim X Demons au:
instead of switching between forms, why not go for a half and half like Lucemon Fallen mode
Seraphim: He does need to flap them but they flap really slowly so it looks like he's floating most of the time
Seraphim x Demons:
Okay that is a fucking dope design. Then again I'm also down for Light And Darkness Dragon from Yugioh so
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Of Fanfiction and Fickle Muses
I'm still trying to figure out Tumblr, but this is going to be a place where I put my ideas for fanfiction that either never took off or fizzled out.
So, here's the fic that I got the furthest (several chapters) in before my muse moved on. It's a draft, there are placeholder bits for things I didn't figure out, and there are probably formatting errors from the copy and paste. Otherwise, enjoy what I have.
Vaguely Familiar
"Digimon will go to the human world...and destroy it!"
-Bokomon, Digimon Frontier episode 48
Chapter 1
The ruined city sticking out of the fog looked like a set of withered leaves trying in vain to reach the sun. What had its name been again? It didn't matter; all the humans who lived there had fled or been killed, caught in the crossfire between the Olympus Twelve and the Royal Knights.
I shook my head. Why had they started fighting again? The reason they fought now was long forgotten, and could have been over any slight or snub. The reason the various factions of the Digital World had fallen apart, however, was widely known: Ever since Lucemon's reign had been ended when he'd been Scanned by the Legendary Warriors, multiple wars had been ongoing. Without the threat of Lucemon to unite them all again, the Digimon had split into factions depending on who they believed was fit to rule the world in his place. Then someone had found a way to the human world, the remnants of an army trying to re-group from their latest defeat, and the humans had become involved. More factions had come to Earth to take advantage of the humans, and a mere six months after the first portals had opened, the earth, like the Digital World, was just another battleground. The humans mere pawns in an ongoing game for conquest.
And the humans paid the price for it, as surely as Digimon did. Worse, because humans could not be reborn like we were, not that rebirth was much of an advantage anymore. I had been one of the luckier ones, having been reborn before the Village of Beginnings had become a warzone.
Of course, overlooking the ruined city did nothing for me. If I had lips, they would have been pressed in a frown. What was I doing there, anyway? The broken buildings nagged at me, a feeling, a fleeting memory, similar to what the humans called deja vu. Had I been there before, in a previous life? No, that wasn't possible; the city-Tokyo, that was what its name had been, had only been destroyed two weeks ago, and I had been alive in this life long enough to Evolve to my adult form. Perhaps the feeling came from another ruined city in the Digital World. Well, memories would not help me find the energy to keep myself going. I needed to find energy, and soon. Darkness, or rather dark energy, was what I "ate," as I had no mouth in this form. The nearest supply of it would no doubt be found closer to the battlefield. I had no wish to go there, but at this rate I didn't have a choice.
I turned to go, before something caught my senses: Dark energy pulsing somewhere in the ruined city, but, where was it coming from? I'd been under the impression that all the local Digimon had been conscripted by one side or another, and was now fighting in the war. A deserter, perhaps? That was the most likely scenario, but speculating about what was there would not fill my empty stomach. I bounded down the ridge that overlooked the city and into the ruins. As I got closer to the source of the dark energy, I realized that it was bigger than I had initially thought, big enough to satisfy me without its owner even noticing. In fact...
I raised my hand and concentrated, willing the darkness to come to me. The energy instantly obeyed, swirling around my hand as I absorbed it, replenishing me. I released the darkness when I was "full," but where had it come from? What could be living there that gave off so much dark energy? A powerful Ultimate-level Digimon, no doubt, but what was it doing there? Was it unwilling to participate in the war? Or maybe the Digimon was looking for something there, something even bigger?
I traced the source through the abandoned streets, past crushed cars and charred human corpses, eventually ending up at an abandoned, but mostly intact, building. It wasn't until I entered that I realized that the building had been a library once. Scattered books and knocked-over shelves lay everywhere, except a battered doorway, which was cleared out with books carefully piled next to it. Someone was here, and that someone was the one who was giving off so much dark energy.
But, was it friendly? I summoned my staff just in case, and stepped through the doorway, expecting a powerful Digimon. What I saw however was a stout, pointed stick pointed at my midriff. At its other end was only a human. I looked around the room, trying vainly to find that Digimon who was giving off all the darkness, only to realize that there was no Digimon.
It was all coming from the human before me.
How was this possible? In all my travels on Earth, the few humans I had come into contact with hadn't given enough energy to fill my fist, let alone a colossal river of power like I was seeing. It had to be a trick, a Digimon in disguise for some reason. Yet, as I shifted my gaze back down to the human, I didn't see any telltale signs of illusion or deceit. Looking closer, I noticed that as far as I could tell, he was male. He was also much shorter than the humans I had seen, and I realized that he must have been their equivalent of a Child level. A young one, then. Blue eyes blazed angrily out of a face pinched by hunger, something that I had seen often on human faces. A mop of black hair that didn't quite reach his shoulders, a body that trembled from anger and fear. A face that was pale and slicked with sweat, eyes that were more than slightly glassy. I didn't know much about humans, but I realized that the boy wasn't just afraid or angry, he was feverish as well.
The boy also seemed to be off-balance; he wasn't putting his weight on one foot. I looked down at his feet, taking in the awkwardly-placed bandages crusted by dried blood, the way that the stick he still pointed at me was the right size that he could use it as a walking stick. Was that why he hadn't fled the city? Because he couldn't flee? I'd have thought that the humans had more compassion than to leave an injured boy to die. It was clear to me that he wouldn't last much longer on his own. The injury on his foot had likely become infected, and without intervention would quickly kill him. I was surprised that the boy was still moving, let alone standing. Had he found a way to tap into the dark energy he was somehow producing? No. If he had, then he would have been able to use it to heal himself. Darkness was well-known for its ability to heal.
What should I do? As tempting as it was to simply leave him, my conscience reminded me that he would die. I did not care for the humans, but I had no wish to waste a life like this. Besides, there was the mystery of all the dark energy around him.
"Go away!" The child's voice was raspy, no doubt from his fever. I sighed and dispelled my staff.
"I won't hurt you, I'm going to help." I took a step closer, but he still stubbornly pointed the stick at me.
"I said go away!"
I tried to sound as pleasant as I possibly could. "You need help, I can heal you."
"Just leave me alone!"
I rolled my eyes in exasperation. What was this human thinking, to turn down help like this when his life was on the line? Further, he showed no signs of changing his mind, leaving me with no choice. I simply rushed him, pinning him to the ground before he could do more than blink. I ignored his outraged shriek, and barely felt his stick hitting my back through my armor. He might as well have been hitting me with leaves.
The boy didn't stop struggling as I reached out to take the bandage off his foot. I mentally snorted; at least he was still fighting, even if this was the one time he shouldn't have been. Under the bandage, I could see the mangled, bloody, infection-riddled foot. It looked as if it had been crushed under something. Healing it would have been a somewhat draining task for me normally, but I had a metaphorical fountain of darkness struggling beneath me. I tapped into that dark energy, concentrating on re-directing it into the foot to shut off all the nerves and stop the pain. The boy instantly ceased his struggles in surprise, giving me the opening I needed to feed more energy into his foot, kill off the infection and rebuild the crushed bones.
When I released the energy, the boy's foot was whole, and his eyes were clear. And he was still glaring at me, furiously.
"Get off me!" He snapped. I sighed as I complied. Typical human grattitude.
"The foot is going to be a bit tender for the next day or so," I told him. "You should find another shoe, if that's possible."
He didn't answer me right away, running a hand over his newly intact foot.
"Why did you do that? You Digimon never cared for any of us before."
"Because nobody else seems to care about you now," I said. "You would have died from the infection if I hadn't intervened."
And because the boy was giving out such an incredible amount of darkness, but I decided not to tell him about that.
"I can escort you as far as the nearest human refugee camp," I continued. "It's a better place for you than here."
He gingerly pulled himself to his feet with the stick, his blue eyes no longer blazing with fury.
"I need-I um, didn't thank you for saving me. And I'm sorry for getting angry with you."
"Apology accepted. You had good reason."
The boy's eyes widened, then he tentatively offered his hand to me.
"My name's Kouichi, Kouichi Kimura."
I reached down to firmly grasp the offered hand.
"I'm Lowemon."
Chapter 2
As much as I wanted to leave the ruined city and the distant battlezone behind, it simply wasn't possible to do so quickly. My new acquaintance's foot wasn't quite up to long-distance walking yet, and he only had one shoe. Additionally the boy couldn't absorb Dark energy like I could, he had to eat physical food. The worst part was that he point-blank refused to sit down in his library and let me do the scavenging for him.
"You're not doing yourself any favors," I said pointedly as he gingerly limped along behind me using the walking stick for support.
"I know."
"So, why are you still following me? Are you afraid something will come after you?"
"No."
"Then why do you do it?"
There was silence. I turned to see him slump against his stick, a pained expression on his face.
"I don't want to talk about it."
I realized that the boy had likely been through entirely too much over the past two weeks. Perhaps the boy...Kouichi, I reminded myself, had latched onto me as the closest thing he had to his family, or perhaps it was because I was his rescuer, and associated me with safety. Most likely it was loneliness; the city had been abandoned by most, if not all, who survived, and he would have had a hard time finding food with that injured foot, let alone someone who cared for him.
"Then I won't." I walked over to him. "But, if we're going to get anything done today, we can't be moving at this pace."
I wrapped an arm around him, pulling him up to my back. He gasped, but at least didn't struggle this time.
"Hold on," I said. "This could be a bit rough."
I felt the thin arms grab my neck and took off, bounding through the ruined streets.
"Do you have any idea where there's a shoe store?" I asked as I went.
"None on this block-" the boy said, then gasped again as I landed. "There was a store in the plaza two blocks west from here."
"Good." I turned in the appropriate direction and after a minute or two saw the plaza in question. Ruined, demolished, and partially burnt, like all the buildings in the city, but there was a chance that something had survived.
I gently put the boy down outside the plaza.
"Could you get in there?" He asked me in a skeptical voice.
"Most likely. I'm big enough that I can get through." I suited word to action, walking to the shoe shop's door. A large chunk of the wall had fallen in front of it, but I had no trouble lifting it out of the way.
"What size shoe do you wear?" I asked pointedly.
Ten minutes later, the boy...Kouichi, I reminded myself again, had a black sneaker on each foot. He still tried to keep off the one that had been injured, but it was an improvement. I also talked him into sitting outside the store while I looked for some food for him. The next store over in the plaza, a supermarket, produced similar dividends, although it took me a while of scrounging to find something that hadn't been looted or ruined. In the end, I found some vending machines in the back of the store, in what was probably a place for employees to congregate. I broke the glass and pulled out as many packets of food and drink as I could hold. Then it back to where the boy rested, walking stick by his side.
"Here." I dropped the packets of food into his lap. His eyes lit up and he instantly tore into one of the packages, getting crumbs everywhere.
"Slow down," I grumbled as I sat across from him. "You'll choke at this rate."
Kouichi made a face, but he took the time to chew and swallow the next bite.
"'M r'ly h'ngry," he said between bites. I didn't blame him. I suspected if the boy took off his shirt I would be able to see the ribs. So him being hungry was only too understandable.
"Here, wash it down with some of this." I picked up one of the cans from where it had fallen and handed it to him. The boy looked up at me in surprise for a moment before looking at the label and making a face.
"Coffee," he muttered under his breath. "I never understood why people liked this stuff."
Before I could reply, he opened the can and took a long swig.
"But at least I know it won't kill me," he finished.
"Once you've finished with that one, we should find shelter," I said. "This place is too open."
Kouichi's eyes widened and he hurriedly gathered the remaining packets of food while simultaneously trying to finish the bun he was trying to eat. This time he did choke, but gulped it down before it got bad.
"Here." I irritably gave him a hand in grabbing the food. "It's not that open."
"Well, I'm sorry if I'm scared, but I don't want to go through this again!" The boy snapped, his eyes flashing with temper and fear. "You have no idea how bad it was!"
"Yes, I'm sorry. I should have known better." I held up a finger. "But, we're still finding shelter. And not in the city."
It was a bit awkward to carry both Kouichi and all the food. In the end, I simply made an improvised sack out of a cloth banner from the supermarket and wedged everything into it. Then it was a bit easier to hop and run my way out of the city and into some suburban neighborhood, where the houses were occasionally intact, scorched but abandoned. Then I gently placed Kouichi down outside of the door to one of those houses.
"I think the door is locked. We'd need to find a..." Kouichi's eyes widened as he realized what I was about to do.
"Oh."
I didn't even bother breaking the door down, just twisted the knob hard enough to break it. Kouichi flinched a bit, most likely at the breach of privacy, but he didn't say anything. I leaned against the wall and watched bemusedly as he pulled out several more packets of food, limped over to a nearby couch and settled down to eat. For a while, the only sounds I heard from him were chewing, drinking and gulping. Finally, he slowed down a bit.
"What happens now?" He asked. "You said you'd bring me to a refugee camp, right?"
"I did."
Kouichi paused.
"But, are you sure it's safe? I heard all kinds of horror stories..." He broke off a bit. "...Before...before everything."
"You're safer in a camp than you were before. Besides, you'll have a better chance of finding if you have surviving family in the camps."
"I know," he looked down. "But, I want to stay with you."
What was this? I narrowed my eyes skeptically.
"Mom and Grandma both..." Kouichi shuddered and took a deep breath. "They died. I don't even know my father's name, let alone if he's still alive. I don't think anyone in the camps could help me find him. Besides, you're the only one who's cared for me since the city was destroyed, and I...I want to stay with you."
I hestiated. The fact was that even for a Digimon, life was harsh. None of the various factions I had met took refusal to join them very well, and several of them had prices on my head. It would be harder to keep Kouichi safe while fighting them. On the other hand, now that I was thinking about it, leaving Kouichi in a camp didn't seem like such a good idea. He was still giving off all that dark energy, and if some other Digimon who absorbed dark energy like I did came along, Kouichi could be in even worse trouble. An unwanted image came to my mind, of Kouichi chained to some powerful Digimon's throne, wasting away while it absorbed his energy.
"If you wish it, you can stay with me," I said finally. "It won't be a walk in the park, and I can't guarantee that either of us will survive, but I will try and keep you safe."
Kouichi's eyes lit up and a shy smile crept onto his face.
"Thanks, Lowemon," he said simply. And yawned.
"Are you tired?" It wasn't even dark yet.
"Well, I couldn't sleep too well in the city. My foot wouldn't stop hurting, and I was scared that something would get me." He yawned again, even bigger than the first time, and stretched out on the couch. "Now I'm not alone, and I'm full for the first time in two weeks, and I think the...the adrenaline rush from meeting you has run out, and..."
"Enough," I sighed. "Get some sleep, Kouichi."
The only response was a drowsy mumble, and the sound of his breathing slowing down as the boy quickly drifted off into sleep. I sighed and scrubbed at my face. What had I gotten myself into? I had no experience with a young human. Yet, I couldn't just leave him. Especially since he was giving off all that energy...why was he giving off all that Dark energy? Why was a human giving enough energy to fill an Ultimate-level Digimon? I sighed and held out a hand, summoning a little of that energy for a quick "meal." Draining it didn't seem to bother Kouichi much; he didn't even seem to be aware of all the energy swirling around him. What would happen to him if something drained all of it? If that was even possible. There was a lot of Dark energy in that boy. No, it didn't matter, I wasn't taking any chances.
Especially not with a child like Kouichi.
...
The next day started out hazy, as the summer heat turned the countryside into something resembling a sauna. By the time Kouichi had stirred himself into wakefulness the next morning, I had already ranged around the house, collecting things that would be useful on the journey: A backpack, blankets, the food from the kitchen which had not spoiled.
"Good morning, Kouichi," I said as the boy finally sat up. He had slept later than I thought he would, most likely still tired from all the things that had happened the previous night
"'Morning," the boy croaked, rubbing at his eyes. Then he paused, eyes widening as he no doubt realized where he was and who he was with before those eyes sank gently to the floor
"What time is it?" He asked.
"Almost noon. I searched the house while you slept and picked up some more food."
He glanced dubiously the boxes and bags I had placed on the floor. "And you didn't cook it."
"How do I make a stove work without electricity?" I asked to cover the fact that I didn't know much about human food.
"Oh yeah."
There was an awkward pause before Kouichi fingered one of the boxes.
"I've had worse, I'll manage."
"Hmm." This seemed to be the appropriate time to ask the boy what had been on my mind since I'd met him.
"Kouichi, have you noticed anything...different about yourself?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's hard to describe, but I don't eat human food. I absorb dark energy instead, something that is normally given off by Digimon, but you have...a lot of it."
The blue eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything.
"In fact, you're giving off more dark energy than most Digimon I've met," I continued. "You're the first human I've seen that does. I was wondering how this happened."
"Is that how you found me?"
I paused, completely taken aback by the question before deciding to go for honesty.
"Yes. I sensed the dark energy surrounding you. I was going to keep my promise to bring you to a camp, but this might not be the best idea. I'm afraid that something...less benevolent than myself would find you there and use you as an everlasting lunch. I completely understand if you don't want to be near me anymore..."
"I want to stay with you!"
The intensity of the boy's voice surprised me into silence. Kouichi got to his feet and looked up at me, eyes blazing with determination.
"Lowemon, you're the first one I've met since...since the city was destroyed that's cared for me. You healed my foot and you got me new shoes and gave me food. I don't care if you eat energy or blood, I want to stay with you."
I cleared my throat awkwardly, stifling my disgust at the thought of eating that red liquid the humans called "blood."
"Okay, then you're coming with me. But, that doesn't answer my question. Do you know how you acquired all that energy? Was there something strange that happened to you recently?"
Kouichi pursed his lips thoughtfully. "The only thing out of the ordinary was about [Time Period] before the city was destroyed. I had just come home from school, and was starting to do homework, when I felt this hideous headache. It literally came out of nowhere. I think I staggered into my futon and fell asleep, or maybe fainted, I don't remember. It was a really bad headache. When I woke up, Mom said I slept for about a day, then I felt completely normal."
"You don't feel anything out of the ordinary when I do this?" I asked, summoning a sliver of the boy's dark energy into my hand and absorbing it. He stared blankly for a moment before shaking his head.
"I'm guessing you just ate something? No, I didn't feel anything. I didn't see anything, either."
"Hmm, at least I'm not harming you when I eat."
I sat down on the couch while the boy looked through the food on the floor, splitting them up into two groups presumably based on their edibility.
"Okay," Kouichi remarked upon finishing. "I can eat these..."
He was interrupted by his stomach gurgling.
"You probably should," I said wryly.
"I wish I had an oven and some milk and eggs," he muttered under his breath as he dug into a box of crackers. "That cake mix probably won't be very good with just water."
I could only shrug helplessly. I hadn't eaten any food since I'd been in my Child form, and that had been a very long time ago. I had vague memories of chewing, gulping, and tasting, but couldn't remember much of what it had been like.
"So, where are you going after this?" Kouichi asked around a mouthful of crackers and canned coffee.
"I don't know."
"Eh?"
"I'm a wanderer by nature. I've been all over the Digital World, and I've only been on your world for just under [time period]. I was skirting through the Olympus Twelve's territory and thought I'd go see the lands to the south of here when I came across you."
"What about the other group, the Royal Knights?"
"The Knights? I'd prefer to avoid them if possible. I've had some unfortunate encounters with them."
Kouichi's eyes shone with curiosity, but he didn't ask, choosing instead, to gulp down more crackers.
Two hours later, we walked down what had likely been a highway. Kouichi now had a backpack full of food and a warm blanket, and I had reluctantly found another backpack for myself since all the food and blankets I had scrounged had been too much for one backpack. It was annoying, but easier for me to carry it than it was for Kouichi. The boy now walked at my side, and if he was slower than I was used to, well, at least he had the excuse of being smaller. He leaned slightly on the branch turned walking stick as he went, no doubt a hold-over from his recently healed foot.
"How's your foot doing?" I asked.
"A little sore..."
"Do you want me to carry you?"
"I think I'm good for now."
I could think of nothing more to say to that, and settled for grunting a response.
"Hey, Lowemon?"
"Yes?"
"What's it like in the Digital World? I mean, we didn't get much from the news before...the city was destroyed. Just a lot of the Royal Knights talking about how evil the other Digimon were."
"I'm not surprised," I responded. "The Royal Knights are a bit obsessed with the idea of 'us' and 'them.' If you don't agree with them, then you're the enemy."
"Why did you disagree with them?"
"They're convinced that the darkness is evil. I'm a dark Digimon."
"Oh."
Kouichi was silent for a few minutes.
"How many different groups are there? I know about the Royal Knights, the O...Oly..." He struggled with the foreign word.
"Olympus Twelve."
"Yeah. And there's others, right?"
"Many others, but as far as I know those two are the only ones in Japan. I believe the three Great Angels have set up in a place called Canada, [etc]."
The boy's eyes widened. "And all these groups are fighting each other?"
"To an extent. There are a lot of shifting alliances, and betrayals. Some are holdovers from the other great wars we had."
"Other wars?" Kouichi's eyes now shone with curiosity. I sighed and decided to start at the beginning.
"Long ago, just after the Digital World formed, there was a rift between the humanoid Digimon and bestial Digimon. It was supposedly a similar situation to what we have today, many factions and alliances competing for power, but all loosely aligned by being humanlike or beastlike. The situation eventually descended into a full-blown war. Then one day during a horrific battle, a light shone down from the sky. An angel Digimon called Lucemon floated down from the heavens, and he made peace."
I glanced down at Kouichi, who looked like he was already caught up in the story. Well, it made sense for him to like stories. I had met him at a library, after all.
"The peace didn't last long, however. Lucemon became corrupted by his own power, and became a petty tyrant. There was another war, this time to stop Lucemon. Many valiant Digimon lost their lives in this war, but it gave the attackers a chance. Then when it seemed that things were hopeless, ten Digimon, each the most powerful of their element, were able to stop Lucemon and Scanned his data."
"Scanned?"
"It's like what you humans call 'killing,'" I told him. "Except when a Digimon is Scanned, he becomes an egg and floats off to the Village of Beginnings to be reborn."
"Like reincarnation, you mean? They said something about that in the news reports."
"It's a little like reincarnation. Now these ten Digimon were called the Legendary Warriors, because they had done what was thought to be impossible. But after they Scanned Lucemon, they all disappeared."
"What happened to them?"
"I don't know. The rumors say that they were Scanned in the wars that followed. Or that they gave up in frustration because nobody wanted to listen to them anymore. Once the threat of Lucemon was out of the way, the various groups fell apart since there was nothing left to keep them united. The wars broke out again, and then..."
"Spread to Earth, I know." Kouichi's voice held deep sorrow, no doubt for the loved ones he'd lost. I was sympathetic for the boy.
"I was hatched long after the wars began. I don't remember 'peace' the way you do, but I have seen villages of Digimon living in harmony in the far corners of the world. If I could find you a similar place, where nobody would notice your dark energy..."
"You'd stay there with me?"
I paused. I had been going to say somethng along the lines of "You wouldn't have to worry about being attacked again." But if he was so dead-set on staying with me then that was out of the question. Ever since I hatched, I was a wanderer. I had been through most of the Digital World and had been eager to see what lay beyond the portals in the human one. I couldn't stay in one place for longer than a few days before I grew restless. What did the desires of one human child matter to me?
"I can't make any guarantees," I finally said. "I'm a wanderer, I have been since I hatched. But if I find a place that I don't feel like leaving after a while, then I suppose I'd settle down."
Blue eyes gazed up at me for a moment.
"Thanks, Lowemon."
...
"Hey, um Lowemon? My feet are beginning to get a bit sore, and I'm getting hungry. Do you think we could stop for a while?"
I glanced down at the boy at my side. We had been walking for a long time, which probably wasn't doing Kouichi's foot any good. Sure enough, he was limping a little. I kept forgetting that he was only a human child and couldn't walk nearly as far as I could, and there was also the matter of his recently-healed foot to consider. Well, the sun was on its way to setting, and the road was clear enough that I would likely notice any attackers.
"All right. We can sit over there."
There weren't any cars on the road, as anyone who'd had a car had long since used it to flee to safer places. There was however a grassy ditch on each side of the road, and it made an adequate, if not completely safe, place to rest a while. Kouichi shuffled onto the grass and pulled off his shoes with a sigh of relief. I knelt down beside him and gently inspected the healed foot. It looked a little puffy, and just to be cautious, I tapped into the fountain of energy around him and used that to soothe out the soreness.
"You didn't have..." Kouichi paused, then sighed. "Thanks."
"Don't worry about it." I absorbed a bit more of the energy for myself and sat down next to him. The boy pulled his backpack off and pulled out some food before looking up at me.
"We're probably going to need someone on watch tonight. Do you want to do it in shifts?"
"Don't worry about it. As long as I have energy, I don't need sleep. I can keep watch through the night."
"I wish I'd met you earlier, you really would have helped a lot when..." Kouichi faltered, his eyes going distant with regrets.
"We can't change the past," I said. "We can only pick ourselves up from it."
"I know, but..." Now tears were welling up from his eyes before getting scrubbed by a grimy sleeve. "No, never mind. I was lucky to survive."
"How did you survive?" I asked since he seemed to be in the mood to talk about what he'd gone through.
"I was at the library. Not the one I was at when I met you, a different one. I was standing next to two bookshelves and when the attack began I was flung between them and they fell leaning in against each other, so it protected me. But, I wasn't fully protected. A large hunk of concrete hit my foot and I passed out. By the time I woke up, it was all over and Mom...Mom and Grandma..."
"I understand." The boy was clearly going through a lot, and it probably wasn't wise to press him anymore. "They meant a lot to you."
"The world." Kouichi wiped his eyes again and leaned back against me as he opened a pastry packet. "What happened to your family?"
"Digimon don't have families, not in the same way humans do. We all start as eggs in the Village of Beginnings, then are sent to places with similar Digimon. They become family, of a sort, and raise us."
"So you're all adopted?"
"You could say that. It's a little different though. We aren't raised by 'parents' as much as by the whole community. It's like having twenty parents and siblings, or twenty uncles and aunts and cousins."
"Twenty? That's how big your family was?"
"A bit bigger, but it was about that number."
"I wish my family was that big."
I tactfully didn't tell him that my family hadn't been a particularly happy one, nor that we had been bitterly divided between supporting different factions until that family had completely fallen apart even before I had left them. Kouichi didn't need to know that. I eyed the boy as he bit into the pastry. His 'family,' for all intents and purposes, had consisted of himself, his mother, and the grandmother. An abysmally small family by the standards of the Digital World, but clearly a loving one, and now they were gone. He'd been by himself for two weeks or so before I'd met him. No wonder then that he desired a big family.
How did I get here? I wondered hours later. In the space of twenty-four human hours I'd gone from solitary wanderer to some kind of strange parental figure. To make my situation even more awkward, my newly acquired charge had somehow gone from leaning against me to falling asleep against me, and then had moved on to being sprawled in my lap, like those little cats I'd seen in my travels. However while it had started as a peaceful sleep, Kouichi had quickly devolved into a kind of twitchy, whimpering kind of sleep. Probably a nightmare. Given all he'd gone through, I couldn't fault him for having bad dreams, but the noises were a bit annoying. Come to think of it, weren't nightmares bad for human health? If nothing else, the boy would likely have trouble sleeping afterwards...
I pressed my hand against Kouichi's back and sent some healing darkness through him, shunting him beyond dreams and into a deeper sleep. The twitching body in my lap suddenly relaxed and was still, his breath slowing down and the whimpering trailing off to a soft sigh. I leaned back with a relieved sigh of my own, and many second thoughts.
Two days ago, I wouldn't have paid much attention to the humans beyond knowing they were there. I wasn't very good at interacting with other Digimon, either. I was been solitary, aloof, searching for...something. A nebulous something which I couldn't possibly articulate to any others, so I didn't. As far as anyone else knew, I was just a wanderer. So why was I here like this? Why did I want him to live so much? What was it about the boy that drew me to him? Not just to heal him, but to bring him along with me? Not the darkness which even now swirled lazily around him like a ripple. If I'd wanted dark energy, I wouldn't have even left the Digital World. Was it just because I didn't want to see him killed by some Digimon or a human? That could easily be chalked up to parental instinct...
Was it just parental instinct? Somehow it felt like there was something else that made me want to be with Kouichi, not just to protect him. Something...something...
I shook my head. Or maybe it was just parental instinct. It didn't matter.
The question could at least wait until tomorrow.
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