Atop a towering mountain stood an ancient, forbidding castle. Though timeworn, few Digimon dared approach, for its master was a ruthless, cunning ruler of terrifying power—Myotismon.
A DemiDevimon lay prostrate and said with utmost deference, "All hail Lord Myotismon." A carriage appeared on the horizon, driven by a Phantomon. It halted before the DemiDevimon; the door opened, and a handsome, vampire-like Digimon stepped down—Myotismon. A savage, calculating Ultimate, famed as the most dashing of the Demon Lord line at the Ultimate stage. He looks like a vampire, can enthrall many, and grows stronger on women's blood. Styled the "Dark Lord," he schemes to seize both the Digital World and the Human World.
At night his combat prowess is unmatched; by day, it is halved. Though classified as an Ultimate, his power presses close to Mega (over ninety percent of a complete Mega), enough to topple virtually all other Ultimates—save light-aligned Angel types that counter him. His signature techniques include Grisly Wing, a swarm of bats unleashed upon his foes; Crimson Lightning, a whip of blood that lashes the enemy; and Dead Scream, shadows that stream from his cloak like bats to petrify a target. He also wields psychic abilities—shunting an opponent and their attack into the Dark Area mid-move, even teleporting outright.
He senses disturbances around his palace and reacts with blinding speed, can alter matter within the Dark Area, and can create projections under certain conditions. He can even nullify an opponent's technique in one sweep—a formidable trump.
In Digimon Adventure, he invaded the Human World and moved to control it, leading many Digimon through an ancient Gate into another dimension (the Human World), shrouding it in fog to seize it step by step—only to be pierced through the heart by the Holy Arrow of Angewomon, evolved from his own underling, Gatomon. Later, with DemiDevimon's help, he revived and evolved into VenomMyotismon, then was defeated by WarGreymon and MetalGarurumon fighting in tandem. Even then, his spirit lingered; with Oikawa's consent, it entered the man's body, quietly rebuilt a power base, planted Dark Spores in children who'd lost their dreams, extracted those Spores for dark power, abandoned Oikawa, and resurrected again as MaloMyotismon—only to be shattered when the children regained their dreams, and finally annihilated by Imperialdramon's "Giga Death" in battle form.
He even figures centrally in Apocalymon's prophecy: at first the sky is blotted with bats; then voices cry the name of the undying King of Digimon. When Digimon gather in number, the undying Demon Lord's true body appears. When the angels loose arrows of Light and Hope at those they love most, a miracle will occur. An apt measure of Myotismon's menace.
"DemiDevimon! I ordered you to keep close watch on the DigiDestined. How are you doing?" Myotismon asked, inquiring after his subordinate's progress.
"Reporting, Lord Myotismon! The DigiDestined have split up. The boy with the Crest of Courage is building a faction on what used to be Etemon's turf; Datamon is with him. The other DigiDestined are traveling together across the Server Continent."
"I see." Myotismon weighed the intel.
"Lord Myotismon! Since the boy with the Crest of Courage has separated from the others, we should strike now, before his forces are entrenched!" DemiDevimon urged.
"Hmph. Fool. He has MetalGreymon and Datamon. That's two Ultimates that aren't so easy to handle. And if I'm right, the troops under that boy are soldiers of the Metal Empire," Myotismon said, a flash of jealousy in his eyes. "Not an easy mark. Why did he get it? If only it were mine…" Realizing his lapse, he shifted the subject. "What matters most now is my plan. It must not fail. Understood?"
"Yes, Lord Myotismon." DemiDevimon, sensing he'd misread the mood, hurried to make amends: "Then I'll go make trouble for the other kids."
"Mm." Myotismon nodded, satisfied with the loyal, if weak, subordinate. "Those DigiDestined have only one partner at Ultimate; the rest are Champions. Much easier. Remember—take every chance to seize their Crests!"
"I will not fail you, Lord Myotismon," DemiDevimon pledged.
"Hmph. With your paltry strength you can't even beat me—how will you handle the DigiDestined?" A clear voice rang out. From the shadows stepped a small, lithe Digimon. The compact frame belied a honed power and a palpable danger; only the Holy Ring swaying on her tail felt oddly out of place in that darkness. Sharp claws—said to be from a Golden SaberLeomon—glinted on her hands. Her gaze was keen, then softened again before she left the shadows.
"Gatomon," DemiDevimon said through clenched teeth. "Worry about yourself. I'll handle this mission."
"Will you?" The faintly scornful tone made DemiDevimon bristle.
"Enough," Myotismon cut them off. Subordinates didn't have to get along, but they couldn't become enemies. "DemiDevimon, keep monitoring those Nightmare Soldiers… Nightmare Soldiers."
"Thank you, Lord Myotismon." He shot Gatomon a smug look, then flapped away in high spirits.
Gatomon was not pleased, but Myotismon's presence kept her quiet. A cold snort was all she allowed herself.
Myotismon glanced at her. "You keep recruiting. I want no missteps in our army."
"Yes, Lord Myotismon." Gatomon bowed her head.
Pleased, Myotismon smiled, boarded the carriage, and vanished over the horizon behind Phantomon's scythe-held reins. Gatomon stared after him, eyes sharp again, thoughts unreadable. After a moment's silence, she, too, slipped back into shadow.
Myotismon sat in the carriage, expressionless, lost in thought.
They arrived outside a palace reminiscent of a Roman cathedral. The carriage stopped. Myotismon shifted his face into a smile and went in.
A Digimon sat high upon a dais, face lost in darkness, peering all the while into a gigantic telescope-like device. Gone was Myotismon's haughty air from before; he stood humbly and did not speak first.
At length, as if sated with what the scope showed, the shadow turned and spoke in a piercing voice: "Enjoying your game with the DigiDestined, Myotismon?"
Myotismon lowered his head to hide the fire in his eyes. "Reporting, my lord. The DigiDestined have split up. One boy has begun building his own faction. I suspect he obtained Metal Empire data."
The shadow let out a shrill laugh. "Then play with them. I've no time for them now. Leave."
Myotismon withdrew. A moment later, a gigantic silhouette appeared before the shadow—oddly asymmetrical, yet cautious. "Myotismon plans to betray you. Will you do nothing?"
A dry chuckle. "Him? Hah. Let him toy with the kids. Our business matters more—no mistakes. I'm more interested in the boy who left the team. He has Metal Empire data. Aren't you concerned?"
The great silhouette was silent for a long time. "That's my affair. My mission isn't the same as yours. As for him, I'll deal with it myself. It's between us—you don't intervene."
The exchange ended. The palace fell quiet.
Back in the carriage, rage burned in Myotismon's eyes, and even Phantomon drove with extra care.
Myotismon clenched a fist. Just wait—Nightmare Soldiers, one day I'll grind you underfoot. So long as this plan succeeds, both the Digital World and the Human World will be mine. He smiled at the thought—a smile that chilled the blood.
The children's peril grew by the day. A vast conspiracy drew ever closer. Their adventure pushed ever deeper.
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