The Icon of Sin - Demon Lords 1I (Dr. Mikemon, K, Cion)

The world grew still and silent as K Digivolved. Her Digivolution, too, sent a ripple of power across the barren Dark Area. With no obvious distractions, barely any interfering signals from other Digimon present, and only a barren wasteland to serve as their battleground, it was hard to ignore the sheer force of a Digimon reaching their Super Mega form. Nevertheless, Daemon was not impressed, standing still as a statue. His cloak rippled slightly from the resulting force, yet he did not let his resolve falter.

In fact, Daemon didn't move a muscle until K had already brought he swords down upon him. Rather than dodge out of the way he raised a hand up, catching the blade in the crook of his finger and thumb. His knees didn't even buckle from the force of the strike, both K and Daemon instead slowing to a perfect halt. He then flicked his wrist outwards, aiming to fling both K and her blade as far away from him as he could. After the throw Daemon's head bobbed ever so slightly, surely a monologue of sorts. He didn't seem to catch on that K's aura swallowed up all sound, something not even a Demon Lord could will their way past. Clearly there were limits as to what Daemon could and could not overpower, although K would have likely preferred those two reversed at that very moment.

The shimmering aura around his body then flared up, all other colors being overwhelmed by a calming sky blue. Some of this aura splintered off, shifting into a wispy blue smoke that nestled in the palm of Daemon's outstretched hand. Within seconds the smoke took solid form, stretching into a perfect replica of K's own blade. He looked it over, running his hand over its edge in appreciation, before pointing it at K in turn.

With a heavy beat of his wings, Daemon launched himself into the air. His light blue aura now shifted to a lavender color, smoke of a matching color streaming from his eyes. Black lightning crackled in the palm of his free hand, which he held high above his head. After a moment's pause he brought his hand down, sending a bolt of black lightning right down at Cion and K's current location. The lavender aura spiked as Daemon followed his attack up with another two blasts, this time aiming to strike where K or Cion would dodge towards.  If they dodged in separate directions, one bolt would be tossed at each.  If they were close together, the bolts would be aimed at the center of the pair to try and fry them both. It was only after this barrage had finished that Daemon's aura reverted to its normal state.

And all the while, he just kept monologuing. Does Daemon even listen to himself talk?

All the while, Mikemon sat within an abandoned city of gold. The Bakemon seemed to be paying him no mind, far too busy squabbling over the city's many dusty treasures. Considering two of them were pulling back and forth over an abandoned plank of wood, "treasure" may have had a looser definition here. Some had instead taken up shop in stalls, offering gibberish words for nonsensical prices in an approximation of a functioning market. If two Bakemon disagreed on such prices, the results tended to be explosive: it wasn't even seconds before Mikemon landed that one Bakemon had rent another's stall to shreds with shadowy claws.

No rules. No supervision. And Barbamon wasn't home. It was the perfect time for Mikemon to make his machaniations.

Combat Log:

Daemon catches K's blade in his hand, tossing her aside before generating a copy of her weapon to use for himself.

Daemon flies up to the sky, bringing down black lightning aimed at Cion and K. He then does it . . . another two times? Oh come on, that's blatantly cheating!

Known Passives in Play:

Icon of Lust: Unknown.

Icon of Greed: The Icon of Green lets Daemon get greedy with his turn, attacking multiple times. The extents of this passive are unknown.

Icon of Gluttony: Unknown.

Icon of Sloth: Unknown.

Icon of Wrath: Unknown.

Icon of Envy: The Icon of Envy allows Daemon to copy his foes. The extents of this passive are unknown.

Icon of Pride: Unknown.

Her attention was forward. To the Demonlord that stood so high up, her thoughts and passion clear. Her ideas and methods easy to discern. What was not easy to discern was the sheer gap of power between her and this Daemon. She didn't care if he wasn't impressed, she didn't care if she didn't spark a reaction past just simple acceptance of this forth coming fight.

The fact that he didn't move up until she brought her sword down upon him well... boded ill. When he caught her blade there wasn't surprise, there wasn't fear. There was a small furrowing of her brow and then she was flung away from him, to most they would panic. Speak out, claim things like 'impossible'. Instead K took it with stride, careening through the air, righting herself quickly before she would strike the ground from the sheer force of his physical nature.

Her eyes were curious, her stance widened slightly and she'd note that he was doing something with that aura. She made ready to move if she needed to. But she didn't need to at first, there was a moment where she seemed confused. Perhaps to an observant sort they'd notice that K tested her own blade to confirm that it was still the same one she swung at him by merely shifting the weight of the sword in her grip.

She'd crane her neck to watch the Daemon launch himself into the air. His power was unquestionably greater than hers in terms of physical prowess for one reason or another. She didn't mind the difference in power, she didn't intend to win this. She intended to do what she needed to; as long as she could. Her body moved before she even thought, kicking off of the ground to avoid that first initial bolt. The very strength of the attack causing her fur to ripple and stand on ends in some of the more open places in her armor.

She could feel the sheer power of the ability from where she had dodged to. But there was more, she wasn't fast enough to dodge three attacks in one go. She wasn't fast or strong enough to take those without staggering. She'd grip at her chest as the ability coursed through her body, making her blast out a breath of cold air in abject pain. That had hurt quite a bit. It hadn't brought her to her knees, nor had it completely ousted her but the notice in ability strength was there. Her ice wall likely would of been able to block one of them, but three? She'd have to pick carefully where she slammed that down or when.

K raised her hand snapping the fingers mid range and just as her finger pointed up at the Daemon would launch a heavy line of ice particles at him intending to see how her ice would affect him with this ranged attack. Her other arm moved slightly to a more defensive posture afterwards. Dodging that first attack was needed, if she had been hit by all three... well. She'd have to keep her guard up, to see what other abilities he may had and what other forms she might be able to use. But several things were certain.

Jesmon was too weak in the short game. There simply wasn't a long game to speak of here.

Examon was too big. Too Slow.

GraceNovamon she wasn't familiar with.

Only OmegaShutmon had the versatility she needed for this encounter, one that she didn't think she could win. But that was besides the point. She didn't need to win. She just needed him to not pay attention long enough for her to do something. Just a moment. That's all she needed.

A single, undefined moment that would take place in their fight.

There was always a single moment where the opposing individual would do something to give her that window. If cion or her could make that window? Well. She could get the Seraphimon out of here while also making a strong case to the Demonlord. But even with all of this on the table, there was something that the Demonlord could easily notice. Something that many could find odd, that some would even call her crazy for.

The smile on K's face.

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Log:
-K took significant damage from the bolts of lightning from Daemon, enough to stagger her after he initial dodge.
-K retaliated with Absolute Zero

Passives:
Move:
Absolute Zero: This digimon snaps it's fingers on one hand and on the other extends it's palm outwards. Immediately a blast of such intense ice is launched that it blasts back anyone standing nearby it from the sheer force. In a line from it's palm shoots out a heavy line of ice particles immediately flash freezing things it comes in contact with dealing heavy damage and slowing targets considerably. Two post cool down.

Cooldowns:
AZ: [0/2]

Daemon continued to talk and yammer on to himself, even taking the time to close his eyes when reaching a particularly crucial point in his discussion. It sure was a shame that K and Cion couldn't hear it. Who would ever want to miss out on one of Daemon's famous speeches? With his focus split so thoroughly, it was no wonder that he had taken a hit. K's frozen attack hit dead center, sending Daemon staggering back through the air. As he flung his wings out to catch himself, crystals of ice began creeping up from his chest. It was all too noticeable in his current pose that he had been impacted, and soon icicles were even dipping from his wings. Slowed down like this, Daemon's position in the skies made him less a commander of the skies and more a sitting duck.

Or, at least, that was what any onlooker would think. The aura around Daemon turned a dark blue, and as Cion's javelin hurtled towards him Daemon was able to quickly barrel roll out of the way. His wings, chilled and stuck outstretched, didn't seem to move during this little maneuver. It was more like a sudden force had propelled Daemon onwards, allowing his mobility to be preserved despite his current status.

On the door behind him, the Icon of Sloth began to glow blue.

Cion had flown right towards K to heal her, and with that Daemon saw his opportunity. He lunged forward like a torpedo, propelled along his slothful aura right towards the duo. K's sword shined brightly in his hand, a blinding white that quickly dulled to a sickly orange color. Miasma of the same color trailed behind the weapon as Daemon drew it back, before the lavender color from before quickly swirled to join in. Daemon was about to call on the effects of two demonic sigils at once; judging by the symbols that lit up along the Icon of Sin, now he depended on Greed and his very own Wrath.

The first strike was a vicious overhead cleave, aimed to rend both K and Cion in one fell blow. While Cion's shield was good planning on her part, it was unfortunately the wrong tool for the job here; if the blade of Wrath made contact with it, it would shatter it without even a hint of obstruction. So, too, would any defense put before it fall. It was almost like Daemon had particular disdain for any who would stem his offense.

After the strike, he stopped. Judging by how his eyes widened in surprise, this stop was far from intentional. He sighed, rubbing at his temple with a free hand, before bursting into another bout of silent ranting. In his distraction, the cause of his problem was clear; the Icon of Greed had gone dull, and there were no more streaks of purple in his seven-colored aura. It may have been for but a precious second, and for only one seventh of his accumulated powers, but it was indisputable. Daemon has been defanged.

A creaky, wizened voice chuckled in the back of Mikemon's head. "My, my, aren't we playing a dangerous game?" it asked. "You know damn well he'll have both of our heads when he finds out about this."

Combat Log:



Known Passives in Play:

Extra Sinful: Daemon's attacks hurt. Like, even compared to most Digimon beyond the limits of Super Mega, his attacks seem to be exceptionally painful. The energy siphoned from the other Demon Lords must be making quite the impact . . . and the deviation from Mikemon's gambit, while brief and minor, is noticeable.

Icon of Lust: Unknown.

Icon of Greed: The Icon of Green lets Daemon get greedy with his turn, attacking multiple times. The extents of this passive are unknown. Mikemon's intervention has interrupted this attack for one post, but how long could an ex-Demon Lord maintain this for?

Icon of Gluttony: Unknown.

Icon of Sloth: The Icon of Sloth allows Daemon to keep his mobility intact when another ability would hamper it. The extents of this passive are unknown.

Icon of Wrath: The Icon of Wrath allows Daemon to ruefully overcome any defense in his way. The extents of this passive are unknown.

Icon of Envy: The Icon of Envy allows Daemon to copy his foes. The extents of this passive are unknown.

Icon of Pride: Unknown.

Cooldowns:

Fel Lightning - /

Honestly it was a relief that she wasn't in this alone, the attack that the Daemon had thrown at her had struck deep. Hurt quite a bit, she could feel the singe of her fur. She could feel the caking of her fur against her skin; she could feel the twinge of her nerves as she moved her affected limbs. It was painful and to most would be enough for them to reconsider what they were doing here.

Her eyes had been mostly locked on the Demonlord in front of her, or what would you call such a being that held the power of so much? Would you call them a king? That seemed something foolish, a king of lords. Wouldn't a King of kings be better? The Omegashutmon shifted her sword and feeling the pressure of the Arniomon on her body made her shift her weight. She could feel the calming soothing nature of that heal, the pressure of that energy surrounding her body and soothing her screaming nerves. She could feel that barrier hold the air ever so slightly back.

The gentle shake of the head, the cheeky wagging of a finger. It was easy to grab her attention for a split second, it told her enough, sent a clear enough message. That she needed to stop fooling around, or at least stop trying to test the waters. She knew they were strong, but she needed to see the gap for herself, she needed to understand what it would take.

She wasn't expecting her ice abilities to have so little affect. Further still she wasn't expecting the speed that the Daemon possessed. It was something far out of her personal reach. Something that even in this Sprite form she would struggle to maintain. She'd bring up her sword in a defensive gesture, the shield shattering apart in front of her.

Flashes of the same thing happening to her Fortress ran through her mind, her sword didn't waiver. But it met the same fate as that shield. Shattering apart, breaking along the seams and throwing shrapnel forcibly downwards.

In response to that blade she had a single idea, one that would help force cion out of the way of that sword. So that her friend remained undamaged, if they continued to bounce about they would be able to grind the daemon until they found a better solution for this.

If she gave this form a chance, another chance. A chance that she never really reasonably gave outside of absolutes... Well. Perhaps she could finally fulfill the promise she made to the previous holder. The omegashutmon's form burnt brilliantly with a light of such obnoxious luster. Most of her digivolutions were gentle, soft and the sort you could look upon with a weary smile.

This was the sort of light that burned harshly at your eyes, forced you to avert them. The sort that if you looked at it you knew that what was coming next would be harsher still. The enhanced shutmon's body grew, the arms rippling and pulsing outwards. THe tail strengthening and whipping around. Giant wings furled outwards from her back and even as that blade crashed down on her form she took it in stride. The first thing that the Daemon would hear was a marvelously loud growl, mixed with the sight of the white scales. Tough and resilient as they were the demonlord's blade still cut true.

The examon had hopefully forced her friend out of the way with this shift, but she suffered in terms of the strike. She could feel the damage oozing along her chest. Even with that heal from earlier well, this still hurt like hell.

The Large digimon gave a single flap, and that in itself was enough to launch herself up a good bit. The pressure from such a massive body moving would hopefully be enough to give thoughtful pause to the demonlord.

One thing that the demonlord of course would notice was the fact that aura of silence was gone. The wielder of that key had decided another tool was needed, perhaps if the being forced their hand she'd use it again but... that seemed unlikely.

"I have to wonder Daemon."

There was a long pause and another flap. More to keep her in place than anything as the Examon adjusted the weight of her lance, massive icy blue eyes staring down at the Demonlord of Wrath. The silence that followed suit was punctuated with a low rolling chuckle; in this form she always felt so... challenging.

"What they'll remember of you, when you're just another number."

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Log:
-K slide digivolved to use her mass to push cion out of the way of Daemon's strike!
-K took some pretty heavy damage
-Words are weapons too!

Passives:
Move:
N/A

Cooldown:
AZ: [1/2]

"You don't get any bonus points for pointing out the obvious, you know," Barbamon said. "That said, you gotta admire his commitment to rambling even in the middle of a fight. That is some serious dedication to hearing himself talk! But what else do you expect from someone self important enough to pull a plan like this together?"

Mikemon seemed to see this as an early opportunity to knock off one of the deadly seven before they could even get their act in gear. To this, he only received a click of the tongue in response. "You're really telling me you want another upheaval?" Barbamon asked. "Come on. I know you're not that naive. Sowing dissention in the ranks would just the other five squabbling for the scraps. Even Belphemon'd get dragged into it one way or another, and once the guy gets started stopping's way too much effort for him. It'd be a hell of a mess, and the only thing the winner'd get is ashes. And speaking of effort, why would I go messing up a perfectly good racket while the getting's still good? Daemon's a blowhard, but he's a damn useful blowhard. And I'm not sure I'm ready to give that up just yet.

'Course. All that power he's hopped up on has a way of making him complacent. This is a nice reminder that he can't just sit back on his laurels, don't you think? And it's always fun seeing him get a little hot under the collar. Though I'm not sure your friends'll be having much fun once he realizes what's going on.

Guess I can help you hold onto this for a little longer. But no more favors after this. You're interrupting some seriously important work." For a second, the golden presence Mikemon was grasping felt the slightest bit lighter. Whereas before the pull of iron-wrought chains threatened to pull it back in seconds, now he could hold it for a crucial moment longer.

Daemon, meanwhile, had been left low and in the lurch. While his strike against K landed directly, her evolution to Examon allowed her to promptly fly out of range. It also catapulted Cion right out of range, allowing the smaller Super Mega to go unharmed. With this, the fight's tempo slowed. Cion prepared a boosting move for herself and K, but K didn't need it for what she was doing. Rather than strike she simply used her words, asking Daemon which number he'd end up being remembered as.

"Number? Do you think I care about such pitiful things?" Daemon asked. He flicked his sword, some of K's data bleeding off of the edge. "Perhaps you care for what you can accomplish as an individual. Yet I have walked so many lives, that I can no longer bring myself to care what each has done. If this incarnation fails me, I shall simply find another, arising with twice the strength and three times the determination. Each life I have lived brings me closer to this point, and with it my wrath has burned hotter and brighter. Why would I care for numbers? I am infinite!"

He pointed his sword at K, eyes narrowed in fury. Then they widened as he realized something was amiss. "Wait. I can hear now. I . . . did you mute me?" he asked. "I am one of the Seven Great Demon Lords! And you dared make a mockery of me and my words? Insolent whelp! Mikemon will be lucky if he can put you back together when the dust settles!"

And with that, Daemon screamed.

Perhaps at first it seemed like a mere tantrum, the Demon Lords balling his fists and yelling at the top of his lungs. However, once the air around him started to warp and warble, it was clear that Daemon's wrath was far more calculated than that. Unlike most attacks, which could be blocked or avoided, this was sound being projected by an impressive set of lungs. Being anywhere near Daemon would cause severe pain, and even distant targets would need to account for the sound to avoid pain and ruptured focus.

Worse still, the air around Daemon started to wrinkle, shudder, and twitch. It was as if he was trying to scream down the very fabric of the Digital World.

Combat Log:

Daemon, infuriated by K's insolence, screams with all of his might.

Hell's Bells: Daemon's scream is so loud that the world itself seems incapable of taking it. Deals unblockable damage proportional to proximity with Daemon, and makes focusing quite frustrating.

Known Passives in Play:

Extra Sinful: Daemon's attacks hurt. Like, even compared to most Digimon beyond the limits of Super Mega, his attacks seem to be exceptionally painful. The energy siphoned from the other Demon Lords must be making quite the impact . . . and the deviation from Mikemon's gambit, while brief and minor, is noticeable.

Icon of Lust: Unknown.

Icon of Greed: The Icon of Green lets Daemon get greedy with his turn, attacking multiple times. The extents of this passive are unknown. Mikemon's intervention has interrupted this attack for one post, but how long could an ex-Demon Lord maintain this for?

Icon of Gluttony: Unknown.

Icon of Sloth: The Icon of Sloth allows Daemon to keep his mobility intact when another ability would hamper it. The extents of this passive are unknown.

Icon of Wrath: The Icon of Wrath allows Daemon to ruefully overcome any defense in his way. The extents of this passive are unknown.

Icon of Envy: The Icon of Envy allows Daemon to copy his foes. The extents of this passive are unknown.

Icon of Pride: Unknown.

Cooldowns:

Fel Lightning - ?/?
Hateful Cleave - ?/?

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"With the way you probably like blathering on I sort of expected it yes."

K raised her brow ever so slightly, spinning that massive lance in her grasp. He had walked so many lives, that he could no longer care about what each had done? That if he failed here that he would find another with twice the strength and three times the determination. Why would he care for numbers?

"Then you have quantity over quality. All and all a massive disappointment. Just like all the others."

Then it hit him that he was now able to talk, that she had an ability that had muted him and they had missed whatever talks that he had earlier. The giant digimon let out a small rumbling chuckle. The fact that the power her core had and the mon that still waited within her was capable of such a thing was somewhat refreshing.

"Silence is a simple thing."

There wasn't smugness in her tone, there wasn't anything of the sort. It was like she was stating a simple fact. Though the screaming caught her a bit off-guard, once the air around him warped and warbled however? She'd flap her wings again a hand moving up to her head to sort of give it a gentle slap. Sovereigns above was that annoying and painful! She had to make note of that ability for the future, Omegashutmon would be very useful against that. A full counter of sorts if she was lucky.

With cion giving her a buff the time for talking was done, rather than attack she had been constantly driveling for his attention. Trying to make him sloppy, make him focus harder on her. Because this entire time she had been fighting for the one thing in mind. That seraphimon, but how was he with that infernal yelling? He probably wouldn't be doing all too well considering that he was still dealing with that spear in his chest.

Still.

Everyone seemed to forget what an Examon was capable of, what they could do. She hadn't met another capable of the form as hard as she had searched for the information regarding them. Her expression darkened and her voice in comparison to Daemon was that of a whisper.

"VB-33 Digital hazard. Overclock. Dawn of the third day!"

The first twisted malcontent of an increase of power was obvious as the card made it's efforts known. The digitally powerful symbol crawled over her chest burning at the flesh of the examon. It's size warped and grew to match it's form, curling around the sides of her and gouging into her data while providing her untold strength. She could feel the frivolities of the world dull to her, she could feel the desires and wants to protect being overturned by the sheer force of a battle fury.

The second? Was a tool, a powerful one at that. One that she had earned from a battle that felt so long ago against a friend that she held quite dear to her. While it had been quite some time since the aegisdramon and her battled she never forgot the boon that fight granted her. Her body pulsed and rippled with power further still, her eyes blazing with power barely contained by the form. She would burn herself out, to the ground and rise from the ashes later.

The third and last ability was one that she wasn't sure what to make of honestly. She had used it only a handful of times. Each time had been a statement of her commitment to the causes she kept close to her core. When she had decided that the chips on the table weren't enough. Her free hand clutched and pulled at something from the sky.

Out from above, something was off.

Any cloud cover that was there was immediately blasted away by the hurtling rock. Spreading it to the four winds with the shift in air pressure by the mass of molten rock, metal and stone. At the edges of this massive attack was that of cion's boosting power, told in all the splendor that was gifted by her friend. In the dead center of it all was an deep icy blue digital hazard symbol pulsating with an ill begotten power. The target of this attack was painfully obvious. The ranting and raving daemon, the king of kings, the lord of lords. Whatever you may call him; to K he was just another person she had to fight. Had to win against.

Words?

They were simple things.

Actions? Simpler still.

But the simplest things in life were the ones that stood out the most. The ones that garnered the most attention. The fact that here and now, a single mon with the support of two of her dearest friends. Those that she held so close...

Were able to, if not briefly stand up to the one trying to stand above all else.

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Log:
-K is painfully hit by that scream
-K hasn't forgotten her goal.
-K uses the card: VB-33: Digital hazard
-K uses overclock
-K uses dawn of the third day.

Passives:
Move:
Card:[1/7]
Cooldowns:
DOTD: N/A
Overclock: N/A

External Buffs:
Righteous Impetus: 0/1 -> For 1 turn, k & Cion deal bonus holy & fire damage, scaling with the foe's malignancy, from minuscule to moderately high.