Rise of the Digimon Empress (MPC 67B) [Completed]

With the power of her Black Digivice, Yuko created a menacing dark portal in the ether, which soon grew in size, swallowing both her and her reluctant partner Digimon. Whilst floating in the space between dimensions at the speed of thought, a brand new outfit wove itself around her form; A pair of black pants and an open jacket that left her well toned abdomen exposed, while her chest was covered under copious amounts of white tape. Wooden getas materialized on her feet, as well as an eyepatch over her missing eye.

Her transformation sequence truly lasted for a split second, and when it was finished, she was left standing on top of a grassy hill in the Digital World. The sky was blue and sunny, but was soon covered in ominous dark clouds. However, those clouds foretold no storm, but instead a massive swarm of Devimon, LadyDevimon, and other demonic or undead Virus types descending upon the grassy field. It was a wicked army truly worthy of the name ‘Nightmare Soldiers’. They were twisted and evil to the core, and so strong was their combined negative influence, the very grass under their monstrous feet wilted and died, turning the previously green hill grey. This army of darkness all kneeled before Yuko, acknowledging her as the Digimon Empress and therefore their leader.

“See that village down there?” Yuko said to the troops, pointing at the bottom of the hill, towards a small village in the distance that was nested between tall trees and a river. “It gets in the way of our conquest. Destroy it and make sure you absorb the data of all the Digimon. The Digimon Empress demands it!” She ordered them in a dark, merciless tone.
The Devimon species at the front lines bared their sharpened teeth and smiled sickening smiles, evidently quite fond of this plan. Some cackled manicacally, while others licked their lips lasciviously. Soon, the entire army erupted in a joint, chaotic laughter - their war cry - as they marched forward and proceeded to rain Hell on the poor little village and its utterly helpless inhabitants.

The desperate cries of distressed Digimon and the sounds of wanton slaughter filled the air, all the while Yuko watched the violent spectacle from atop the hilltop, bearing a neutral expression on her face.
“You do know that dead Digimon don’t come back if their data is absorbed, right?” Dracmon meekly pointed out, while poking from behind his Tamer’s legs.
“They won’t come back either… not after what that monster did to them.” The one-eyed girl replied, clenching her fists so hard that her knuckles turned white. An image flashed in her memory; The bodies of two boys sprawled over the ground, lifeless… A tear fell from her eye, but she steeled herself, gritted her teeth hard and wiped her face. “Digimon are monsters! They don’t deserve mercy!”

The Black Digivice’s screen began to glow with eerie red light, as the self-proclaimed Digimon Empress pointed it towards the undead Digimon. “Dracmon, I order you to Digivolve! Make sure that no-one is left alive!”
“I was worried you would say that… GYAAAAAH!!!” The tiny vampire screamed in pain as malevolent energy enveloped him. “Dracmon, Dark Digivolve to… Astamon!” His new form became that of a tall humanoid, garbed in an expensive-looking dress suit reminiscent of an Italian mobster, a tattered coat and a fearsome mask resembling the head of a hellish beast. The newly evolved Astamon spread his bat-like wings and descended on the village, joining the rest of his Nightmare Soldier brethren in the carnage by firing an onslaught of wicked bullets from his machine gun.