"Exactly. I am the product of all the sorrow and regret of Digimon who vanished mid-evolution."
"So you're the collective shadow in the hearts of those Digimon who disappeared along the way," Sora said, realization dawning.
"DigiDestined—and you Digimon—we've been longing for the day we could finally meet you," Apocalymon's voice suddenly climbed, sharp and heated.
"What do you mean by that?" Omnimon asked.
Apocalymon spread both hands, indicating the surrounding darkness. "Listen well. While we nobodies were buried, one by one, in cold, grieving darkness—you laughed and played, knowing nothing! Why?" With a lurch toward the children, his body crackled with blinding electricity that surged at the kids and their Digimon. "Why?!"
Omnimon snapped out the Omega Shield; it expanded in an instant, sealing the children and their partners behind it and blocking Apocalymon's blast.
"Everyone okay?" Tai asked, steady.
"Yeah."
"Fate isn't the same for everyone," Tai called up to Apocalymon. "You don't get to envy—or even hate—others and use that as an excuse for anger."
Apocalymon lifted his hands over his head and stared into the dark above. His voice came out soaked in despair and grief. "But what did we do wrong? Why were our evolutions shattered by war—why were we cast into the abyss and left to weep alone in the dark?" He clawed his own shoulders; deep gashes opened and oozed green blood. He looked at the children with burning envy. "Why do you get to smile… while we can only cry in the dark?"
"I… I don't want to watch," Mimi whimpered, clapping her hands over her eyes.
"Digimon have feelings too—we cry as well. What gives you the right to erase us from this world and deny us any chance to rise again?"
"If you disappeared, it's because you weren't strong enough," Tai shot back. "No one decides your fate for you. If someone stronger can decide it, that only means you failed to claim it for yourself."
Apocalymon cupped his hands as if to cradle something precious. "We want to live. Only by living can we have friendship, justice, love." He crossed his arms over his chest and glared down. "We want to contribute to this world. Or are we nothing but useless burdens—meaningless to everything?"
The despair and grief in his tone made it hard for the children to look him in the eye.
Just then, the wounds Apocalymon had torn into his shoulders knit closed.
"Self-regeneration," Izzy murmured, aghast.
"This world should be ruled by us—it's our domain. No intruders allowed. Anyone who breaks that order must be destroyed. Every place of light must be cursed." He flung his cloak and stretched his arms to the void, howling.
"Looks like you're no different from the Four Sovereigns," Tai answered. "No—you're worse. Do you know why you were cast out?"
"What did you say?" Apocalymon's stare looked ready to devour Tai.
"The Sovereigns fought for power, hurting many. But after one prevailed, at least they still governed the Digital World. You, on the other hand, want to erase the entire Digital World. That's why you were expelled."
"Ha—ha—ha!" Apocalymon threw back his head and laughed, then pitched toward them again, eyes shot with blood. "Are you saying we have no place to live? Then we'll wipe out all light and make a world of our own. You all have to die!"
He raved and roared, lost in his frenzy. Tai ignored him for the moment and beamed a data file to Izzy. "Everyone—take a look. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you'll never be defeated." The group gathered around Izzy's laptop and read the dossier on Apocalymon.
A composite born from humanity's negative thoughts and the grudges of Digimon who perished mid-evolution—no! It's not even certain this unknown entity is a Digimon at all; some say it's a hacker from the outside world. Others say Apocalymon is a "concept": the denial of "evolution" itself—"non-evolution" made manifest. Even if Digimon vanish during evolution, they can be reconstructed as other Digimon; but the resentment and thoughts of those who disappeared linger. Apocalymon absorbs those leftovers to solidify itself (Gennai calls this "digitization"), turning a mere idea—"refusal to evolve"—into a single, tangible being. By faking the "voices" of the vanished, it pursues its own ends; thus, what began as a theory took on substance—and in doing so became a fixed embodiment of Evil. Naturally, Apocalymon's goal is to erase the concept of "evolution" that governs the present world, overwriting it with "non-evolution." By triggering a pre-loaded cataclysmic self-detonation, it will reset the world, then impose new rules of its own—becoming "god." It would negate evolution, growth, motion—everything fickle and changing—and, like its own core idea, enthrone a stagnant, deathly world.
Its relationship to Homeostasis is delicate. Legend says that when the Digital World was created, two ideas contended over "what this world should be." Evolution won, setting today's rules; the losing idea was banished beyond the "Firewall." Those two competing ideas were likely "evolution" and "non-evolution." Homeostasis—"the world's balance created to make evolution possible"—and Apocalymon—"the personified concept of non-evolution"—are therefore representatives of opposing principles. Apocalymon's aim is a rematch for the loss long ago. Lacking a body, Homeostasis summons children from another world—the DigiDestined—to act in its stead.
Apocalymon is the terrifying, mysterious unknown formed from the sorrow and regret of Digimon who vanished under outside interference mid-evolution—the collective darkness in their hearts. In some timelines it is the Demon Lord of that world. On File Island, an ancient prophecy records Apocalymon's coming; the Revelation names it as a being from beyond the Firewall that forced its way into the Digital World. Within its colossal form roil the lingering regrets of lost Digimon, and power enough to destroy parallel worlds. It stands in absolute opposition to Homeostasis, and its vast body is crammed with the grudges of the unquiet dead and with data on every dark-type evolution, signature move, and standard technique. Yet this is not its true body; that lies in the small figure at the very top. Apocalymon was once sealed by a great power. Like ZeedMillenniummon, legend says that if the seal is undone, it will possess a Digital World of its own (perhaps akin to its descendant Mephistomon's city-killing domain—but that cannot yet be confirmed).
Signature Techniques:
Dark Zone — Expands an infinite void between its hands, creating a dark space that nullifies all attacks and reduces everything to nothing.
Data Decomposition Hex — Breaks an enemy into raw data and casts it into the data realm; the incantation is "ru na ni ta de ha qi da wei ma ou."
Self-Detonation — Unleashes all power at once to trigger a great explosion.
Ravenous Soul-Feed — Devours a Digimon's energy to fuel itself, and can reproduce any Digimon's techniques.
Regression Claw — Touches an enemy with its tendrils and forces de-evolution.
Severance Bombardment — Fires countless high-powered bombs from its tendrils, sweeping away legions in one salvo.
Self-Regeneration — So long as resentment remains, it can regenerate without limit.
Wrath Lightning — Condenses amassed grudges into lightning to smite its foes.
Tendril Assault — Attacks with tendrils that can unfold into any Digimon's special moves.
"DigiDestined—taste the wrath of the dark!" Apocalymon roared. "Giga Wave Cannon!" One tendril morphed into GigaSeadramon's head; light gathered in its maw and a brilliant beam speared toward the children.
"Omega Cannon!" Omnimon raised his left arm; it reconfigured and fired "Absolute Zero Freeze."
The beams collided and canceled at the point of impact, swelling into a churning sphere of light that spun both torrents around inside it—and grew.
BOOM—the sphere detonated in a blinding flash.
"You good little children—consider that our token of friendship. Next comes love!" Another tendril twisted into the black silhouette of a Myotismon-like form. "Crimson Lightning!" A blood-red whip cracked toward Mimi. She shrieked; Lillymon darted up to shield her partner.
Thanks to Tai's back-and-forth with Apocalymon, the kids were in far better shape than in the original timeline; they weren't drowning in negativity the moment they faced him. They could respond instead of freezing up and leaving their partners to take the hits alone.
"Flower Cannon!" Lillymon pressed her hands together and fired; the blast struck the crimson lash and slowed it.
"Celestial Arrow!" Angewomon's radiant shaft sliced the blood-whip cleanly in two.
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