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Once upon a time
The fic was inspired by two different anime series I read about a year ago where there was some very cute love-dovey scenes in it that I just couldn’t forget… I just can´t remember the names of the anime series anymore
Oh well…
Warning: Light shounen-ai in second story- (Two male digimons in a romantic relationship)
Which is kinda not true since Digimons have no genders.. Why am I the only one who gets that? -sigh-
The first fic contains blood, violence and R rated situations. If you don’t like reading about two humanoid digimons kissing then don’t read this. The first story is girl and boy only.
Enjoy!
It was a bright sunny day in the digital world. The Biyomons were chirping, the Patamons playing and even the Seadramon in Dragon eye lake was wide awake and swimming around with the Gomamons in a game of tag. On this bright and sunny day a Lynxmon stepped out of the darker parts of the forest. Lured out by the smell of fresh meart.
The other digimons ran, scared by the bigger predator, all except one little fellow sitting by the river bend, chewing on a juicy steak.
Lynxmon walked over to the little digimon, growling softly and blazing like a wildfire
“Hey, kid”
The tiny blue digimon looked up, chocolate brown eyes glowing with childish glee as he munched down another piece of meat, wagging his stump tail happily
“Hi”
The cat digimon frowned, shifting from foot to foot
“….ehm.. Aren’t you gonna.. you know… run?”
A soft chuckle escaped the little child’s lips, he looked up, ears bouncing up and down in pure joy
“No”
The cat blinked, ears drooping in confusion as he lay down next to the kid, watching the water rushing by
“Arent you scared of me”
The Demiveemon turned his head, looking the greater cat up and down with a serious expression that soon melted back into a happy smile
“Nah, you look pretty, like a kitten”
Lynxmon huffed in annoyance, flames burning a deep red in anger at the accusation.
Demiveemon returned to his steak.
Lynxmons stomach chose that moment to let it´s hunger be heard by emitting a deep growl.
The fire cat sighed, staring down at the chewing puppy creature next to him… god he wanted a piece of that’s steak… But how..
The cat shifted, eyes shifting to the sky
“Well, it sure is nice weather today. You should go for a swim” – so that I can eat your steak while your gone.
Demiveemon however merely shook his head with a grin
“Naah, I don’t feel like swimming”
Yet another heavenly piece of meat disappeared into the little blue furballs mouth and Lynxmon let out a whine.
“So.. Demiveemon…You do know that’s steaks unhealthy right?”
The kid nodded, still looking hysterically happy
“Yes but it tastes good”
The cat sulked, tail bristeling…
Okay.. think.. How does one trick a 2 weeks old Demiveemon into handing over his steak.
Hmm..
The cat suddenly smiled, a true chesire grin as he turned his head
“Hey kid, do you like stories?”
The little blue digimon gasped and jumped to attention immediately
“I LOVE them! Do you know any? Do you, do you, do you!!
The big cat nodded with a smile and then crept just a little closer to the much smaller digimon, flames loosing some of their colour until they were a mystical orange and blue
“Oh I know a few kid, I know a few….
Where there is Love, there is Hope
Maybe it would be best to start this tale with a; Once upon a time…
But no, I won’t do that.
(Why not?)
(Shut up squirt!)
You see, this story that I am about to tell you might seem like a fairytale to you, but it is not, everything I am about to tell you is true
(How do you know that?)
(I just DO okay!)
This story is not about monsters or damsels in distress, not quite anyway, but it is a story about hope and most important of all, it is a story about love.
My story takes place in two different kingdoms, the kingdom of the Sun and the kingdom of the Moon. These two countries were placed side by side in the digital ocean and were ruled by two very different kings, Wisemon, a clever, mystical king who treated his people kindly and spent much of his time reading or studying and Jewelbeemon, a warrior king with a kind heart.
Wisemon was the king of the Moon and Jewelbeemon was the king of the Sun kingdom.
(Where are those kingdoms?)
(Somewhere between ´shut up´ and ´keep your bloody mouth shut!´)
These two kings found themselves on the brink of war, an argument had started many years ago and neither of them wanted to back down and admit that they were the one who was wrong, after a while they could not even remember why they were arguing in the first place or why they kept fighting each other, but in the end they decided that war was the only way to settle things.
Fortunately for them a Sorcerymon came to the castle one lonely cold winter day in December when the two kings were fighting and he predicted that a war would kill them both and destroy both countries
“What will you have us do then?!”
Yelled Jewelbeemon to the white clad sorcerer who merely smiled and replied
“Let the two strongest digimons in your Kingdoms fight each other, the winner wins the argument”
The two kings thanked the wise Sorcerermon for his advise and immediately sent their servants out to find the strongest digimons in the two kingdoms.
But this is not where the story begins.
The story begins far away from the castle and it´s kings in a giant forest called the Lagoon, an early summer evening, where an angel and a fox wandered down the dusty road..
It was cold that day…
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.: Lagoon Forest, The Kingdom of the Sun:.
Dark blue eyes watched the petite curvy figure in front of him through the yellow fox mask that covered his face and hid it from the outside world just as surely as the silver helmet that hid the blond haired womons clear blue eyes. The angel digimon had worked herself into an angry fit once again, this time over a rude Garurumon who had thought he could sell the young digimon a gold trinket for far too many digi-dollars for her liking when they were at the marketplace. Just moments before her anger had made her pink aura flash up like a blanket of flames around her. Her cheeks were red, her feathers bristling, wings extended, she was so beautiful but also so young, a mere child who had yet to learn all there was to the world and everything in it, her new body was still so awkward and foreign to her, she was a teenager and like any teenager her temper seemed to have spiked as soon as she managed to digivolve into her angel form for the very first time. The silent fox magician just took in her words as he armed himself with patience and allowed the young mon to rant. Angewomon wings twitched dangerously as she yelled creative insults and curses in the general direction of the male digimon walking next to her, she might have the appearance of an angel but her soul was still the one of a wild cat, Gatomon had never been a good kitty, she never would be.
It was rather sweet actually. Taomon allowed himself a weak smile as he listened to the girls “sermon” on idiots.
The verbal barrage had ended only when the blonde angel had taken the time to notice that her best friends reactions had been more in amusement to her behavior than anything else and a sudden wave of embarrassment rushed through her, leaving her blushing and gasping for breath now that she had used all of the air she had in her lungs to rant. Punctuating her tirade with a child like huff she stalked ahead, muttering angrily as she went.
Taomon smiled and chuckled warmly when the angel left him behind. His eyes settled along the curves of her feminine form, he observed the path her long hair traveled with each of her footsteps, swaying back and forth in rhythm with her hips and wings. The magician shook his head ruefully, it was strange, for so many years now he had taken care of the little Salamon, watched her change into a beautiful white feline, been her best friend, grown up with her, played with her when he was still a Renamon who studied the art of magic and she a cat who wanted to become a fighter after her parents had abandoned her. They had grown up side by side almost like a brother and sister, how many nights had he not spend in her bed as she curled up to his chest and purred until he felt his eyelids grown heavy and gave in to the deep, warm sleep only granted to the ones who lies with a warm body in their arms and a heart filled with love.
Taomon looked at the sky above while Angewomon continued walking, blond hair caught in the soft summer breeze and white feathers shimmering as they bathed themselves in the orange, golden glow from the setting sun. Angemon herself thought of the past as well in that very moment, her body was too big, her legs too long and it was so hard to keep her balance now that she no longer had her tail, she could not even fly yet, the wings seemed determined not to do her biddings no matter how hard she tried to force movement into the feathered limbs, they never obeyed her but they did move, just not when she wanted them to. Shifting and spreading out every now and then without her permission, that was the only thing her wings were good for.
She could remember when she arrived at the village near the castle a few years ago, she had been nothing but a scared little Salamon back then, scared and dying. Witchmon and Sorcerymon took care of her, adopted her, raised her. The first days had been the worst, suddenly without warning she had found herself being watched by a barking little Vixiemon with playful blue eyes while Witchmon brewed a new potion by the stove. The little fox ball has begged her to play with him and even though she did her best to resist the fox they turned into best friends within a matter of hours and they had never left each other since, sure there had been ups and downs in their relationship every now and then but they were always there for each other no matter what. It was as if there was a bond that kept them together, a soul bond… maybe even..
“Angewomon, let us rest here for the night”
“What?” Angewomon halted in her tracks so fast that her wings fell over her shoulder, much to her annoyance. The angel tried desperately to move them out of the way. She could have sworn she heard the other digimon say that they were going to stay here for the night. The ‘here’ being in the woods in what probably classified as in the middle of nowhere, not a nice place to be when nightfall arrived, there were thief’s, murderers and dark tamers in the night.
“Yes, here” Tao replied patiently in a warm tone.
Shocked at the strange idea the female digimon spun around to stare at her best friend. Angewomon could make out the special shine in his eyes even as he began to move away, which meant he was smiling behind his mask. Taomon walked off the road as he carefully selected what would be their camping grounds for the night: well away from the road, protected by tree cover.
Angewomon walked after him, winching when one of her wings suddenly expanded and smacked into a tree, she ignored the throbbing pain in the feathered appendage and ran up to the fox magicians side, placing a delicate hand on his sleeve.
“But will we be safe here Taomon?” She asked quietly, the anger she had felt before leaving her. The angel tilted her head and lowered her smooth voice to a whisper as if afraid someone might hear them
“We’re nowhere near the next village. We should at least find an inn or..”
“We´ll be safe here Angel, trust me” Tao cut in with a warm chuckle, he placed his own paw like hand on hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze before he let it go.
Angel smiled softly at the use of her nickname; Angel. She nodded, not wanting to discuss it further even though the idea of sleeping in the forest did not suit her. Sure, Tao might like the idea of camping under the stars, she, however, would much rather prefer the comfort of a nice, warm bed to dirt and rocks. Bathing too, was always a bonus she enjoyed, not to mention her little basket in the corner and…
The angel blushed and stared down at her humanoid body, curvy breast hidden behind gold jewelry obscured her vision and the would-be-cat sighed, she doubted that she would ever grow into her new digivolution
Angewomon knew that Tao’s decision made sense. The sun had already begun to set and soon it would be difficult to see, let alone walk, especially for her. Had she still been a Gatomon she would have had no problems seeing in the dark but now that she was an angel she had lost that major advantage. Despite herself, she had to admit that stuck sleeping in the woods with her dear Tao was better than being lost in the dark without him.
So, she followed his lead into the woods as he searched for a place far enough off the road to keep them invisible from bypasses. Angel followed her friend, as the sun disappeared behind the horizon she kept closer to him and in the end she wrapped her white fingers around his paw, this earned her a smile but Taomon was otherwise silent as they made their way through the dim forest.
After covering what felt like a good kilometer of forest, Tao seemed to have finally found a spot that was to his liking. He turned to Angewomon and took her into his arms, the hug was brief, not long enough to be more than friendly. He let go of the young angel and then settled against an old oak tree, the bark felt rough on his back even through the thick robe.
He looked at the angel in silence as she flopped down onto the ground, graceful as always but clearly forgetting for a moment that she no longer had paws and thus could not curl up on the grass like usual.
The angel leaned back to glare at her hands for a moment before she huffed in irritation, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. She tucked her legs under her chin. Her eyes slid closed in exasperation. One hand moving absently over her sore calf muscles, massaging the problem areas. Taomons eyes widened slightly, not much, but it was clear to see that the blue orbs followed the young angels movements as if hypnotized. The tired angel was oblivious to the other digimons intense stare. She was tired and hot from walking for such a long time. A thin layer of sweat coated her entire body and she felt disgusting. She would give her left paw…ARM to have a bathtub filled to the brim with warm water right now.
“Angel” Tao spoke up with a strong voice, once again seemingly indifferent to his female companions beauty. Casually crossing his arms over his chest, hiding his hands from view as they slid into the giant sleeves, “Would you please start a campfire, it is getting rather cold”
Angel nodded sweetly, snapping with her fingers just because she could
“Yes, oh great Master...I live to serve thee”
Angel joked with a devilish smirk, her feline streak once more showing through. She paused for a moment..
“Why don’t you do it Tao. You’re the only one here who can do magic”
The fox demon chuckled “Yes but you’re the one here who needs practice”
Angel scowled realizing that she’d walked straight into that one, but the comment, innocent as it was, was enough to awaken the hormonal digimon angels temper once more.
But, as aggravated as she was, Angel knew that if she didn’t go for firewood there would be no fire and it would be cold and dangerous to stay where they were. Tao was the sweetest digimon imaginable but he was also a true believer of the you-learn-it-by-doing it theory Sorcerymon had trained them by. If she wanted it done, she had to do it herself with no help.
And, judging from Taomons knowing smile, he knew it too.
Angel flapped her wings in anger
“Fine!” Pushing off from the ground below her and almost falling over when her slender white human legs refused to work normally the blonde shot up from where she was seated. Whirling away from Tao, who didn’t even attempt to look sorry for the “hurtful” comment, Angel stomped back off into the labyrinth of trees to get the stupid firewood. Leaving behind a sighing Taomon who shook his head at the teenagers antics
Several innocent branches and trees soon felt the wrath of the frustrated womon.
After storming a fair distance away from their ‘camp’, and murdering a huge part of the local flora, Angel was feeling more like herself, she felt embarrassed all over again at her own actions, she was acting like a spoiled brat and had no idea how to stop herself from doing so, her only comfort was that it was only Tao and even though it was embarrassing to act like a LadyDevimon in front of him she knew that he understood.
Kicking slightly at the rough terrain of the forest floor she sighed and began to scan the ground for some deadwood. Progress was slow. Here and there she would see a gnarled piece of wood sticking out among the shaded ground and dead leafs. She’d stoop down, pick it up, and continue on her way on a seemingly never ending path from stick to stick.
By the time, she had gathered a sizable amount of wood she found herself far away from Taomon. It didn’t bother her particularly, she knew which way she had to go to get back to the camp, she was still a cat after all, cats never lose their way. And though it was now night the full moon above provided the angel with all the light she needed.
The angel smiled up at the beautiful sight, a sense of calm filled her as she gazed upon the silver orb hanging in the sky.. unfortunately for her things suddenly started falling apart, quite literally. One of the sticks that had been stuck among the all the other twigs had the impertinence to escape her grasp and tumble to the forest floor. It was soon followed by all the others.
“For Dragomons sake!” Angel swore, moving on to say several things about sticks that would have had a small rookie digimon bleeding from his ears.
Now she had to pick up every single one of those Azulongmon damned… Huh?
While Angel had walked further and further away from the camp she suddenly found herself looking through the trees from a new perspective. Where before she had seen nothing but dirt and trees and even more dirt she could now see a little clearing, the center occupied by the most sparkling little pond she had ever seen. As she moved closer however she realized her error.
Not a pond. It was the widened bend of a placidly moving river. The water having slowed to all but a stop as it pushed its way over a damn created by a fallen tree further down.
Angel smiled.
Here was the opportunity she had been waiting for. The water was clean. The location remote.
She had the chance to take a quick bath.
Bath. The word rang pleasantly in her inner ear. Sure the water was probably cold, but she could finally be free of all the clinging dust the road seemed to have been determined to coat her with and she need it so badly now that a tongue bath was out of the question, there was just too much body to lick.
Angel started walking towards the water, a hand on her white skintight body stocking to rip it the Lucemon off of her when she halted in her tracks and looked back towards the shade of the forest. What was she thinking? She didn’t have time for a bath right now. After dropping most of the firewood she had gathered she had to go find some new. Besides Tao was probably.. Angel stopped, frowning. He was probably what? Waiting patiently for her to get back? Why should she care? It was his stupid idea to stay in the forest when they could have gone to an inn and gotten a hot tub and warm food anyways.
Angel stared at the river, then back at the forest deep in thought. Bath? Go back to camp? Clean off a days worth of dust, grime, and sweat or go back to Taomon who had made her stay here in the first place.
Taomon probably wouldn’t give a damn if she took a bit longer to get the wood than planned. Besides he’d made her come out here, if he wanted firewood quickly he could have done it himself with a little hocus-pocus.
Needless to say, the choice was really made for her already.
Angel stripped quickly, yelping when she accidently tugged on one of her wings and then dashed into the water with a grin.
Womon met water with a loud extremely feminine squeak.
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I fell into a river once, it was kinda cold
Nobody cares Demiveemon
Don’t be mean! Get on with the story
Would you calm down!
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It was cold, and the riverbed was not very deep. But in a matter of minutes the temperature had been accepted as a necessary evil and the hip deep water had proved more than deep enough.
Her golden hair streamed about her as she ducked quickly under the surface. Pushing the wet hair out of her face, she resurfaced with a breathy gasp at the cold shock of the water against her face. Knowing better than to drift around and wind up with a terrible cold, Angel started scrubbing every inch of skin. Her lips twisting into a pleased smile as she washed off sweat and drift from her body. Her wings spread out behind her, the feeling of water twisting around her feathers was a strange and unknown sensation but also pleasurable.
Sure, she may not have the luxury of a hot spring or even the soap with a scent of green tea and hazel nuts that Witchmon created just for her, but it would have to do.
Oh yes, clean had never felt so good before.
She stayed in as long as she could stand, purposefully ignoring the chills that crept along her limbs.
The angel stayed in for a while, that while became half an hour and before she knew it she was shivering all over and she could see that the moon had moved too far from it´s original position for her to have been there for ´just a little while´
The angel wrung the water out of her hair, her wings were pressed against her back and even they were shivering and trembling like two upset birds. Angewomon turned around as she started walking towards the shore to retrieve her clothes when…
Angel stopped dead in his tracks.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 4:31 am
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Standing casually upon the shore was none other than Taomon, his blue eyes unreadable and his long sleeves hanging at his sides like always. Angel forgot to breath and just stared at the male digimon, ice--blue eyes widening in shock.
In the long pause that followed none of them spoke, they just stared at each other.
The Angels temper decided to take the lead
“What the Darkpit do you think you are doing?!” Angel yelled in fury. Her arms flew to cross protectively over her bare chest as she sank lower in the water, hiding herself from view. Despite the sharp flare of Angel´s temper she was unable to stop the rather impressive shade of red that rushed to her cheeks.
Several particularly creative curses left her mouth in an angry mutter as she realized Tao had unknowingly placed himself between her and her clothing.
“You were away for such a long time, I was afraid that you had gotten hurt.“ Tao told her, seemingly unfazed.
“Well I didn’t, so just turn around and leave now.” Angel ordered, wings spreading out behind her like the rattling tail of a poisonous snake She looked like an angered swan.
Taomon stood, unmoving as he watched her through his mask
“I… am sorry. Angel, please get out of the water, you will get sick if you stay there”
Angel broke contact first, unable to sit still under Tao’s gaze for long and unable to think of a great comeback now that he had apologized and explained that he was only worried about her, but she did not know how to tell the fox magician to leave without sounding mean and her sensitive ego, still bruised after her digivolution, would not allow her to beg.
So Angel did the only thing she could think of. Taking the time to shoot another heated glare in Tao’s direction, she twisted around in the water and treated him to the view of her back and wings.
A stand-off. Cold be damned, she would just have to wait out here in the cold water until Tao decided to friggin move, she was still angry at him for making them stay in the forest even though she knew it was a stupid reason to be mad, she wished she could stop but her angelic side and her cat side continue to fight for control and it confused her to her very digi-code core.
“Just go away Tao, I´m planning on staying her until sunset so go back to your little camp I’m not moving an inch!”
Angel wanted to hit herself but somehow being a brat made her feel better.
Unfortunately, it seemed that while her ego had the strength to wait it out, her body didn’t, she shivered from head to toe and let loose a loud, girlish sneeze that made her wings flex out.
Another sneeze soon followed the first. She whimpered pitifully as the shivers moved through her muscles painfully, she started swaying, not sure if she was about to pass out or not.
She was not prepared for the sudden splash in the water behind her or the strong fur covered arms that wrapped around her waist, hauling her up from the water
“Tao!” Forcefully being made to exit the water, his name left her mouth as a curse while she instinctively made fought the hold she was put in. “Let me go Tao, Let Me GO!”
“No.” She felt his answer in the tightening of his grip. His chest solid against her back as he effortlessly dredged her out of the river and onto the bank careful not to harm her wings.
For all her struggling she knew her efforts were futile, she might be stronger than him in battle but the icy water had left her body weak and cold
“You-you..” Angel tried so very hard to call him something vile and evil but she came up with nothing.
The second her feet touched dirt she spread out her wings and broke his hold.
Angel had spun around to give the magician a piece of her mind. Only to stop, remembering that she had no clothes on. The celestial digimon squeaked and ran to the neatly folded suit, she needed only to touch it with a finger and a white glow engulfed her, when the light disappeared she was once more wearing her white bodysuit but the helmet still lay forgotten on the ground at her feet as did her pearly white go-go boots.
“Inconsiderate, heartless, arrogant, b*****d.” Ah yes, there were her insults, welcome back!
“You don’t just walk in on someone when they are bathing, you Bakemon!”
Taomon stared at her evenly, Angel regretted her words almost immediately but did not apologize. Tao sighed “I am sorry Angel”
The magician made a move as if to reach out and touch the skittish teenager but the angel backed away from him, still crossing her arms over her chest as if she had not yet realized she was no longer naked.
“A decent digimon would have turned around!” Angel retorted. She was still shaking, but this time it was in equal parts anger and cold that sent the tremors down her spine. Her shouts were loud against the relative silence of the forest “Or given me my clothes!”
“Calm down,” Tao’s voice was low and calm “
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Was Angels immediate response to the male digimon. Embarrassed and upset, something within her snapped, and Angel spoke with cold, angry voice that sounded demonic to even her own ears
“You’re the last person I would ever take orders from, what I do or don’t do is none of your business”
Had she been looking at Tao, she would have immediately realized it was the wrong thing to say.
Where before he’d been letting her verbal barrage go in one ear and out the other, here he stopped. Fists clenched, white-knuckled. Tolerant smile vanished to be replaced by an angry expression, so rarely seen on the patient, peace loving digimons face. His eyes flashed a dangerous dark blue.
She did, however, feel the clawed hands that clamped roughly on her upper arms, forcing her to turn and face him. Her wide angel eyes caught and held by his fierce ocean deep gaze. Her ears filled with the soft sound of his melodic voice.
“I have never given you orders Angel, I’m your friend, everything you do is my business because I CARE for you”
The fox mask fell to the ground without ever making a sound, Angel had no time to gasp at the sight of the silver haired humanoid just as beautiful as any Angemon as Tao’s mouth fell on hers, soft but demanding.
The motion was forceful though, his hold possessive as he drew her closer against him. The way he moved his mouth over hers was almost punishing in its ferocity. For a moment he had seen in his minds see her slender body and sparkling blue eyes belonging to someone else, someone who could make it their business to take care of her and protect her from others and herself. The mere thought of someone else gazing at her, touching her like this, it sparked something primeval and canine in him.
She was his
Eyes widening impossibly, Angel would have gasped had her mouth not been otherwise occupied. Instinctively she jerked, trying to pull away. But she was held fast as he kept her in place, flush against his body, her arms rendered useless, trapped between them. Her small sounds of shocked protest were ignored under the onslaught, her budding argument lost to silence under the press of his lips. Fingers, soft and silk like, traced over her cheekbone as one hand came up to caress her jaw.
Lightly, his tongue touched teasingly at the seam of her lips, Angel, though confused, opened herself to him.
Tao deepened the kiss. His tongue plunged past her parted lips into the depths, sweeping across the inner sanctum of her mouth possessively. Hungrily he tangled with her tongue to devour the sweet flavor unique to her being, sugar and lemon. The hand on her arm fell away and was placed around her waist instead in a loving embrace. As the kiss deepened, Angel lost all of her remaining will to fight. It was unlike anything she’d felt in either of her previous forms and for a moment she wondered if this was what love felt like, it felt natural. His hands. His mouth. The texture of his clothing as it brushed against her skin.
Pausing momentarily in his actions Tao pulled back, inhaling a much needed breath of air, the sound contrasting with the short gasps escaping Angewomon´s form as she attempted to catch her breath. His gaze held an unspoken claim as it raked over her form. He leaned in to nuzzle the curved dip of her shoulder. His lips working over the skin as he made a slow path to her throat.
Shakily, Angels hands moved up to wrap around the magicians neck, fingers burying into his silver hair. Her body began to hum in pleasure at the feeling of his lips upon her skin. Taomon left small marks, tiny nips in the flawless pale color of her skin. The possessive side, the canine side of his nature that he had not paid mind to since he was a Renamon pup, needing to show physically that she was his, his alone.
Angel shivered slightly, then moved a hand down to cup the magicians cheek, Tao paused, his eyes still clouded with feral anger and despair at the loss of control, he tried so very hard to reign in his emotions but he found that he could not.
The angel smiled softly, caressing his cheek
“It´s okay Tao.. It´s okay”
And she drew the fox into another kiss, this one so much softer than the first.
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I don’t think I need to tell you what happened after this. Angewomon and Taomon became lovers and they continued their paths, Taomon as a magician and Angewomon as a warrior.
So, now you have seen one of the two champion digimons selected by the king to be trained by his best fighters until she became the strongest digimon in the entire kingdom.
But.. What about her rival, Dianamon?
Well, she was facing a much different situation in the kingdom next by.Ironically, she was also wandering the woods at the same time as Angel. Only difference was that she had already been found by Wisemons men and was on her way to the castle along with some.. very interesting companions..
I cant believe they kissed, she got cooties all over him!
You´ll understand once you digivolve kid
Im never gonna kiss a girl, girls a yuckie
Wanna bet?
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.:2 years ago in the Kingdom of the Moon:.
“You have seriously lost what little intelligence you had if you actually think I’m going to stay under the same roof as that b*****d with everyone there to watch him humiliate me!” The statement rang out harshly over the general lighthearted chatter of the other traveling digimons as Crescemon pointed at the demon digimon with her axe, normal digimons would have backed away or at least had the decency to look scared but Beelzemon merely smirked and winked at her, making the Luna digimon splutter in anger .
One by one, the eyes all turned to the dark demon digimon who looked strangely amused.
After blowing the embarrassingly, incompetent foes whom sprang from the woodwork like cockroaches, most of them WERE actually Roachmons, to smithereens he hadn’t stopped teasing bantering with Crescemon. Killing the roachmons and deleting their data had been easy for him and Crescemon herself had also shown to be an excellent fighter. That was why they had gathered after all, the great knight championship of the moon was to be started at the kings castle in two days time and the kings servants had traveled throughout the country to find the strongest and best fighters in the kingdom. Beelzemon did not belong, he did not live in the kingdom of the Moon but the promise of battling worthy enemies and had made him join in. Beelzemon had not been with them for more than six days opposite to the Moon digimon who had been with the caravan for more than two weeks and had traveled all the way from the Sunset cliffs to meet the other fighters. She was a headstrong girl, much younger than any of the others but only half a year longer than he looked. They had both been deemed the “kids” of the group almost immediately and many of the older fighters treated them like children, Beelzemon more than Crescemon since the rabbit digimon was much more mature in her behavior, but they were still careful around the demon, he was a virus after all and even though the trusted him they also feared him.
He was a born killer, he liked blood, after watching him kill the first few digimon in a tsunami of blood and flesh, laughing as he tore them to pieces, people kept their distance.
All except Knightmon and a Witchmon who both had children back home and for some reason decided to “adopt” him for the time being, it was annoying to start with but after a while the attention felt rather good. Except for when Witchmon scolded him, he would never get used to being yelled at by a weaker digimon and still feel, not scared, just very uncomfortable and slightly angry.
It was very obvious to any digimon that Beelzemon and Crescemon didn’t match, Crescemon was a fierce warrior but she also believed in goodness and mercy whilst he believed in “Kill for fun”
They had hated each other from the very first moment they met, but behind the hatred there was something else and Beelzemon had had his share of girls, which mean that recognized that ´something´ rather easily.
Somewhere along the way, Little Miss Moon had fallen in love with him..
And she hated him for it.
It had been Sakuyamon’s idea to go to the safe houses hidden in the depths of the thick forest to rest for the night. The idea of a place to stay for the night had definitely been more appealing than trying to go to the nearest village which would not only take several hours but also rob the party of their strength, they were all tired after their fight against the Roachmons.. well.. All except Beelzemon who never seemed to get tired at all. So taking the fox up on her offer had been the general consensus. As it were, they now found themselves standing in front of a house. A rather cute house, in fact. Modest, but larger enough to house them all. Flowers had been carefully planted to created a small garden and a sleeping Blossommon was wrapping his roots around the house while he slept peacefully, snoring softly in the strong sunlight. Standing just so, surrounded by the concealing trees of the forest, the house appeared to be something beyond the grasp of the outside world, calm, peaceful, and unblemished.
To Beelzemon who was used to darker areas with shadows and haunted castles,
it seemed the epitome of Hell itself.
“Listen Princess, no one is asking you to come in with us, you could just stay out here or is that not good enough for her highness? “ The demon asked sweetly, smiling just enough for his sharp fangs to show, they gave off a malicious glow in the sparse sunlight. Most of the other warriors backed away.
The two demon digimons stared at each other, fire burning behind their eyes as they glared at each other to their best ability
“ Now, now Strider” Ever in good humor, Witchmon leaned over a much smaller Tapirmon and smiled at the young warrior, who scowled at her instead and even hissed threateningly at the red haired witch, the female digimon however, merely cocked her head to the side, the tiny silver bell at the end of her pointy witch hat jingled merrily “You wouldn’t want Crescemon to be too tired to fight in the castles championship would you?”
Strider, the Beelzemon, was about to say something extremely rude when he looked at the female demon out of the corner of his eyes and he chose to keep his mouth shut.
“Yeah!” Tapirmon yelped with determination. Unlike Beelzemon the little genie digimon had grown incredibly fond of the Luna digimon rather quickly and even though he was very scared of the dark demon he still chose to defend her when he had the opportunity to do so, it was extremely annoying.
The little mammal digimon wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at his, as of yet unobtained, demonic moon goddess. Crescemon rubbed the front of the silver plate covering her mouth in annoyance. The long stretch of uninterrupted walking had put a damper on her tolerance and she was in the middle of deciding whether or not to expend the energy it would take to send the little tapir a fake smile in order not to hurt his feelings but like many young princesses before her the knight in shiny armor came to her rescue
“Shut up you little punk”
Or the Demon in shinning leather..
Witchmon raised one of her giant claws after placing herself between the two demon digimons and Tapirmon
“Easy sweetheart, relax, we´ve walked a long way and we are all tired let´s not start fighting amongst ourselves”
Beelzemon froze briefly at the new nickname and every single one of the other warriors did so as well, calling a murderous killer demon for “sweetheart” was just asking for a quick death.
Strider blinked twice, then crossed his arms with a roll of his eyes, the familiar smirk returned to his white lips
“Whatever”
Crescemon seethed and glared at the demon over Witchmons shoulder, Beelzemon send the Luna demon an air kiss and Witchmon had to grab the female´s arm to stop her from launching at the male demon.
“Uhm, excuse me...” Sakuyamon looked between the two men. It didn't take a genius digimon to see that the good mood from earlier was going down the drain. A look of distress crossed over the fox womon's face as she instinctively tried to keep the peace. “If it truly bothers you Crescemon I am sure we can find some way to-“
Striders green eyes shifted from Crescemon to Sakuyamon.
Sakuyamon flinched as she discovered just how unpopular her suggestion had made her. Slightly spooked, and unable to quite meet the sharp green eyes that stared at her with such unflattering intensity, she continued hurriedly as she looked over at Crescemon. “This is only one of several nearby safe houses that the forest digimons build for travelers to use. If you’d prefer you may go to a separate one for you own comfort.”
“How far?” Strider questioned.
“They’re scattered all over, the nearest is perhaps three miles-”
The Luna demon interrupted gruffly.“Tell me how to get there.”
Sakuya quickly explained the route she would need to take to find her way to the second safe house.
Seemingly satisfied Beelzemon turned to the Luna digimon. When he spoke, it was to command
"We're leaving now Princess"
"Eh?" Crescemon blinked upon the realization that Strider had turned to look at her
"What are you talking about?"
“You didn’t want me to be under the same roof as you when everyone else was there, so were leaving everyone else”
Walking purposefully towards Crescemon, he responded to her naiveté with his usual gentlemanly grace.
He grabbed her before she got a chance to explain that that was not whas she had meant.
His stride didn’t even slow. Without so much as a backwards glance, he wrapped long clawed metallic fingers around her wrist. Then, proceeded to pull the dazed female in the direction Sakuyamon had indicated.
“Oi you can’t just-” Tapirmons sentence was rendered pointless as, quite obviously, Strider could and would just leave, one stuttering Crescemon securely in tow.
Before the two disappeared, the distinct sound of feminine cursing made it’s way to the ears of those left behind.
There was an awkward pause.
Witchmon shook her head and crossed her arms
“Kid´s nowadays, that girl reminds me so much of my daughter Angel, if only Strider was more like Tao”
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Just in case someone doesn’t know, yes, this is the Witchmon that adopted angel, she is a diplomat and her services are shared between the two kings. Don’t you just love Strider? I do!
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With the blazing pace Strider set and the rough hold around her wrist, Crescemon was not in a good mood, his tail has wrapped itself around her wist, forcing her to keep up with his speed even though her metallic boots kept getting stuck on tree roots, she almost fell over more then twenty times only to be saved by the bounty hunter digimon, after a while she almost managed to free herself but Strider chose that moment to whistle loudly and before she knew what had happened she found herself behind him on a motorbike rushing through the forest.
Frustration setting in, the young digimon tried to jerk away and free herself from Strider metal tail but it´s grip was too strong. Her body remained firmly where it was, his tail like immobile steel chains around her waist. After several more attempts, with no reaction from the man responsible, understandably she became more than a little pissed.
“Strider!” She growled through gritted teeth trying in vain to make him hear her over the roar of the great machine under them “Let me go!”
He didn’t answer. The tail tightened around her, forcing the air out of her lungs, she flirted with the thought of using her axe to cut off his tail when she remembered that she had dropped it back at the house along with her shield, she could call the weapons to her but the extra added weight might make the bike crash and while she might be able to get out of that unharmed Strider might get hurt and no matter how much she hated the digimon she also loved him too much to harm him. The trees passed by at an enormous speed and she wrapped her arms around the digimon in front of her, she could feel her heart beat in her chest, frightened yet excited. The tail was still around her and it was starting to leave an angry red mark under her blue corset
“It’s starting to hurt Strider!”
Her words must have reached whatever pea brain the demon had in that thick skull of his because his bike slowed down just a little but it was enough to make the ride more comfortable. His grip relaxed enough for her to breath properly. The digimon sighed, she leaned her head against the demons hard back, she could hear his heartbeat, it matched hers, he was warm, she had imagined the he would be cold.
She fought down a smile and settled for glaring at the passing trees instead, a Kokatorimon looked up from the road ahead and squeaked, he barely made it out of the motorcycles path unharmed.
Crescemon did not notice, she was too busy glaring at the innocent trees of the forest
“You’re awfully presumptuous you know. You just assume I’m coming with you? Maybe I wanted to stay with everyone else.” She huffed, closing her eyes as she felt Striders powerful body shift, he was like the motorcycle, a untamed beast, but so beautiful
“In fact, I think I’d rather stay with them instead of driving around in circles out here trying to find a house that we have never been to.”
The bike stopped and the Luna digimon immediately jumped off, facing away from Strider, flipping her pink silk ribbons haughtily over her shoulder, she turned far enough around to give him a glare that was somehow too soft to be out of true hatred before she started walking back the way they came. She’d taken three steps before his deep voice stopped her
“Who said I came out here for the house?”
There was something about his tone that sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Something almost wicked and decidedly masculine. As the Luna digimon whirled around, intending to ask Strider just what the Darkpit he was talking about, her eyes met his.
She had her answer.
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We´re getting to the kissing now kid
I don’t wanna hear it! LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA!!
Get your hands out of your ears and listen would you!
..Kay.. ------------
Green eyes held a dark appraisal in them as he got off his bike Behemoth and stalked the beautiful moon goddess. His movements were graceful. His lips curled into a smirk that showed his fangs just a tiny little bit
“Strider?” A touch of confusion entered her voice, even as Crescemon took an instinctive step backwards, all of her warrior training was of no use now faced with this hellish being with such intense eyes
“What…”
She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence. The Demon left only scant inches between them as one of hand darted out to catch her chin in his grasp. This close, she could see his expression twist with amusement.
"I came out here out of sole consideration for you." He drawled, a smug look crossed his face
He fixed her with a gaze so incredibly intense and soul searching that Crescemon had to remember to breathe. It should have been obvious what he'd intended by coming out here, they had been circling each other like two love-struck Tobucatmons for several days now . But, for as much as Crescemon bickered with the arrogant demon, there was something within her that was undeniably satisfied during the mutual taunting, who loved that no matter how much she pushed Strider away he kept coming back because he cared.
Not that she’d ever admit it, she was a warrior, her pride would not allow her to act like a fair maiden in love. But still..
One of striders arms wrapped itself around her slim waist. The Luna demon gasped
“You- You pervert!” Giving something akin to a growl Crescemon twisted in an attempt to remove herself from Striders grasp. “Let me go, damn it!”
“Make me, Princess, a little bet, me against you, the winner takes it all”
Shock coursed through the moon digimons body and warrior instincts took over common sense and logic, Crescemon took the challenge with a smirk that matched the demons. She spun away from him with a yell, the demon jumped backwards as well. Crescemon lifted her hands into the air, pink ribbons swaying in the wind
“Nuova Lune, axe and shield of the new moon hear me, come to your chosen!”
The axe and shield materialized as silvery light and left behind the silver axe and metal shield. Strider watched her, impressed
“Nice princess..”
The demon held his hands out, green eyes glowing
“Beren, Hena”
Both guns appeared in the demons hands immediately, he looked up to find that Crescemon was already attacking. She swung her axe at an impressive speed in a collision course towards Striders skull, fully intending to strike down the other demon.
The attack was blocked effortlessly as Strider deflected the axe with his tail, and the shield heading towards his face, and finally the kick to the shin that came in his direction, the power behind the kick was massive, Crescemons legs were powerful. Further assault was subdued as Strider loomed over the petite bunny huntress, forcing her backwards with sharp swipes of his claws. She hadn’t taken more than a few steps away from his assault when she stumbled, her back hitting the smooth bark of a large oak tree.
Just at she’d registered that she’d miscalculated her moves, Strider trapped her against the tree. His broad chest pressing her firmly against the sturdy trunk as he planted a hand on either side of her, ensuring that escape was impossible, he held Beren to her temple with a quiet laugh. The luna digimon held still
His face mere centimeters away from hers, he smirked. “It looks like I won, and I won´t be letting go of you anytime soon.”
Positively fuming, she opened her mouth to tell the b*****d off when Strider shifted.
Calloused fingers brushed against her cheek, before tugging sharply at her faceplate, ripping it right off her face, granting him view of her pale pink skin and full crimson red lips. As she instinctively tipped her face upwards, he moved in.
He kissed her.
Rough, greedy then slowing down to a lingering, honeyed glide of his lips against hers. A sharp twist and he’d ripped the helmet off her head, allowing her hair to flow loose in a wave of molten gold. His fingers buried in the silky mass, coming to rest at the nape of her neck. His opposite hand remained splayed against the tree, his arm bending as he leaned progressively further upon his princess soft body.
By the time they’d broke for air, her breathing was already coming noticeably quicker and he hadn’t even broken the surface.
He took her still parted lips as an open invitation.
Using a more subtle method of shifting the female demon into a satisfactory angle, Strider dipped in again. The kiss quickly gained in heat and the womon warrior kissed back. Her mouth slipped open far enough for his tongue to dart in and tangle with hers.
Feeling her begin to respond to his attentions, Beelzemons hand left its post on the tree to mold to the curve her neck, stroking the smooth surface of her silky fur and in a unhurried downward direction. His fingers ghosted over the dip where neck met shoulder. Then teasingly, moved up to cup her sensitive ears, no longer hidden by the helmet, the long bunny like furry ears hand like ribbons from the top of her head, golden tinted tips glowed slightly in the orange glow from the setting sun.
She could feel the heat of his body against her.
The male demon endede the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, he stroked one of the tender ears and was rewarded with a kitten like puur as the pink tinted demon leaned against him with her beautiful pink eyes. Despite the sensitivity lost because of his leather armor, he could feel the shiver that flowed from her body to his. Suddenly, the Lune digimon froze.
Sure, it looked like they were alone, but at the speed Strider had been dragging her she had no notion of how far they were away from the others, and they were out in the open. Apparently she needed to inform the Beelzemon of this fact "We're in the middle of a forest."
"So? If anyone sees I'll kill them." Striders voice was light and joking but she didn't doubt that he meant it.. He leaned in, lips moved against her in a sweet kiss. His words were a low rumble against her skin.
Crescemon sighed, she placed a hand on his chest and the demon stilled
“I don’t even know you ”
Strider looked down at the luna demon, green eyes glittering, always glittering, he was always smiling, always laughing
“Do you need to know?”
She looked away but nodded. The demon sighed with a quiet smile
“What do you need to know princess?”
The female demon looked up at him, lips drawn together into a tight line
“Who are you”
Strider pulled her into his arms and rested his head on top of her golden hair.
Crescemon gasped when the body holding her changed and shifted into something else, she pressed her face into his chest, not daring to look, but in the end curiosity won out on fear and she pulled back just enough to look. Her eyes widened
“Lord Piedmon?!”
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Oh my Azulongmon I didn’t see that one coming at all!
Good.. Now.. I don’t feel like telling stories anymore, see ya kid
What! Wait, you cant leave it like that! What happened?
Make something up, you’re a kid, you’ve got great imaginations
Please tell me more mister Lynxmon
Hmm… Well… I might be persuaded to tell you if..
You can have some of my steak if you tell me more!
Okay, we´ve got a deal
Yay!
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He was almost celestial, the mask that had hid his face from view back in the old days was gone and she stared at a handsome young man, with lips red as blood and black lines drawn over his eyes in a cross, his hair, golden like hers but orange at the ends and curvy like a wild ocean fell over his shoulder.
But one thing struck her harder than the rest..
Now that he was in his true form she could feel his energy, pure..
“You.. You belong to one of the chosen children?”
The digimon lord nodded with a warm smile, his red and yellow eyes watched her
“Do you mind”
Not many moments passed before the female shrugged with a “Nah” and wrapped her arms around the Clown princes waist
“Kiss me”
It was an order, one Piedmon was more than happy to obey
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Two years later, these two female digimons met and while they had much in common they were also enemies for they were the two digimons selected to fight each other in order to end the kings argument and thus prevent war…
The winner was granted the title of grand champion.
The loser lost her life.
A great battle followed, the two digimons were to fight in a giant coliseum and hundreds upon thousands of digimons from all over the digital world had traveled far to see the two warriors fight each other to death. The battle had begun and Angel took the lead immediately only to be surpassed by Dianamon soon after. The two females fought for hours while Taomon stood on the sidelines and cheered for his lover, Piedmon and the rest of my gang was sitting on the front rows, cheering and buying popcorn like maniacs.
Unfortunately for all, destiny is a cruel mistress and when Angemon send a heavenly arrow at her enemy Dianamon moved out of the arrows path.
And the arrow embedded itself in Taomon chest.
He fell to the ground.
And did not rise again.
The crowd went silent. That was not supposed to happen.
It was never supposed to happen.
I got a cool T-shirt from the battle arena that says “cat-fight”, look! Ain´t it adorable?
Can I have it?
NO!
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.:The Battle:.
Angel felt a weight on her shoulder and something metallic and cold against her neck. She knew what it was - knew who it belonged to. Dianamon stood behind her with the double edged axe of the half moon pressed to the kneeling angels delicate throat. She didn't care anymore. She had done the one thing she had feared more than anything else in her entire life, she had hurt the one person who meant more to her than anything else in the entire world, she had hurt Taomon, her Taomon. She was a monster and didn't deserve to live, she didn’t think she could either, a pain so powerful it brought tears to her eyes filled her and forced a half chocked scream from the very depths of her being.
"Let go off him Angel, get up and fight"
She tried to cling to Tao´s body but couldn't. She was dragged away from the body of her lover by the icy armor covered hands of Dianamon, the other womon was silent as she forced the angel to follow her and dragged her out into the center of the battle arena. The audience roared. Angel ended up on her knees in front of the Moon goddess. Tears flowed freely from her eyes. Dianamon reached down and ripped the silver helmet of the blondes head, freeing the long blond hair that cascaded down her back and hid her face from the rest of the world like a veil of sorrow as it hung around her bowed head while her body was wracked with sobs of pure agony and loss. Dianamon stood still, the sight of the crying angel hurt her to her very digital-core, what if it had been Piedmon instead of Tao, how would she feel if it had been her attack and not the angels who hurt the one she loved? She felt a strong sympathy for the angel, yet she refused to let it show, she still had to win, and even if she did not want to that meant ending the celestial beings suffering. Dianamon held her axe high over her head, ready to cut the crying angel in half.
Angel looked up, she could see the other champion with her weapon raised through a haze of tears
"Fine! Just kill me and get it over with!" She yelled in despair and bowed her head again, ready to receive the killing blow. Without Tao, she had nothing to live for. What was the point of fighting if she had no love in her life? She could not win against Dianamon, the goddess digimon was too strong.
Oh, Taomon.
“Angel”
She shivered as cold fingers cupped her chin, forcing her head up so that she could stare into her enemies pink tinted eyes
"For all that it is worth, I am sorry"
Angewomon couldn't focus on anything but the ache in her chest but she nodded in quiet understanding
"Please.. Just get it over with..”
Dianamon stared at the Angel, this was not what was supposed to happen, should one of them day it should be in a blaze of glory and in the heat of battle, not kneeling on the ground, defenseless and crying like a rookie. The moon goddess snarled in sudden fury and swung her axe, it cut a fine paper thing line from the angels eye to her cheek, crimson red drops of blood fell from the wound and rolled down the angels pale cream skin, mixing with her tears before they fell to the ground and disappeared into the dust, soaked up by the earth
"Fight for Lucemons sake! You were strong enough to kill him so you are strong enough to fight me!"
Angel looked up in shock, her blue eyes widening
"I-I didn't..." No, she didn’t kill Tao, she didn’t mean to, it was a mistake, an accident, she didn’t do it on purpose... "No!" she sobbed as she fell to the ground in a shivering heap before the other warrior, too stunned to fight or resist and hurting too so incredibly much.
"Don’t be so weak!," Dianamon hissed, raising her double edged axe into the air and snapping it around to slam into the angels side, one of the wings took the blow and cracked, making the angel scream as she was hurled through the air. She fell near Taomon - she could touch him if she just reached out her hand, his eyes were closed as if in sleep but she could see the red blood soaking through his robe.
The pain began to build and she could feel her will to resist death ebbing away, like sand in her hands as the pain in her wings forced a chocked sob out of her throat. She fought it to move closer to Tao, to touch her love one last time before she was send to the heavenly digital fields and lost him forever. She was going to lose - had already lost - to Dianamon. Something deep inside her screamed ”Keep resisting” but she knew it was hopeless. She was too weak, both in body and mind now. Angel stifled a sob as she curled up against Taomon chest, he was still warm. Angewomons fingers were clutching at his robe, as if she could somehow will life back into the dead digimon. Angel could hear the other warriors footsteps as the moon goddess walked towards her. The sound was hollow. The entire arena had fallen silent.
"He´s dead angel, leave him be and fight me"
The angel felt her body tremble as fire ran up her spine
"I'm sorry Tao" She whispered brokenly, wrapping her thin arms around the damaged waist, resting her head on the magicians bloody chest "I've never been strong enough for you, I never deserved you"
"Move Angel! I'm tired of this! I'm going to destroy the body"
The blonde angel snapped her head around and growled, a long forgotten streak of cat rising to the surface. The Ladydevimon better keep her slimy hands off her Tao!
"You. Will. Not," Angel screamed, wings expanding, one of the left ones was broken and hung limply at her side.
Dianamon cursed in italien and leaped forwards, pink eyes blazing with rage as the metallic pipes on her back started glowing with a pale blue light
"Fool! Get away from him, he is dead there is nothing you can do for him anymore!"
Angel struggled desperately against Dianamon grip as the Luna digimons strong feminine hands wrapped themselves around her neck and tried to pull her away from Tao´s corpse. She watched helplessly as Dianamon pointed her double axe towards Tao´s lifeless form to release an attack that would obliterate the fox digimons corpse. She screamed and thrashed, reaching out towards her fallen love with her bleeding fingers "No!"
::..Angel...::
The angel digimon didn't think, she just reacted, twisting in the moon goddess grasp and swung her leg at the surprised digimon “Divine kick!!” with all the energy s he could gather in that short heartbeat she send a blast of celestial energy down her leg and kicked Dianamon in the stomach. The crowd roared, some in protest others in cheer. Dianamon stumbled back, clutching her stomach with a pained expression for only a few precious second before she stood straight and looked at the angel with fiery eyes
"Better" Dianamons furious expression should have terrified her, but she was numb
“But not good enough! Arrow of Artemis”
Several daggers of ice shut out from the goddess back and impaled Angel´s body before she had time to react. She screamed, falling to her knees in agony.
::Fight her Angel.::
She was losing her mind, Angel was sure of it. The angel could hear Tao in her head. Was he talking to her from the heavenly fields?
"Leave...her...alone..."
Suddenly the pain meant nothing. Tao? Had she imagined it? Had she heard Tao?
"That is impossible"
The champion raised her head to see a shocked Dianamon staring at... Angel snapped around to see Tao´s blue eyes were slitted open and watching her.
"Tao" She breathed, trembling as relief poured through her bleeding body. Dianamon watched the two, she recognized that look, how often had she not looked upon Piedmon with those same eyes? A plan started forming in her head. She would get the angel to fight her
"Fine," Dianamon hissed, moving next to Taomon to stare down at him with vicious red eyes. "I shall kill it myself."
Angel watched in horror as the goddess drew her axe back to swing at Taomon. She looked at her lover's face - Tao was looking at her, pain in his eyes, but something else...
::Angel. Help me.::
She didn't know where she found the strength or the will, but she was moving, lunging towards the other warrior, pain forgotten, nothing more important than protecting Tao from the other digimon. Dianamon had no expected the angel to react so quickly and was tackled to the ground with a very feminine squeak of surprise.
Angel rolled away from the moon goddess and stood protectively in front of Tao, determined not to let him get hurt any more. She would rather die than see him get hurt again
The angel spread out her wounded wings and lifted herself into the air, a white and red glow engulfed her petite body and hid her from sight, Dianamon took a step back
“Angewomon, digivolve to..”
The white clothing in her form dissolved into data and wrapped itself around her like coiling snakes as her skin glowed as if covered by thousand upon thousands of diamonds. A pure white light flashed in the arena and all the on lookers were forced to cover their eyes with a surprised gasp.
When they looked again Angewomon was no more.
A giant dragon with purple tinted fur and shimmering green eyes looked down upon Dianamon. The dragons had giant horns on top of its head, black and red and pointing backwards, ten feathered wings kept the digimon in the air as she soared above the arena, pale purple claws and white teeth glowing in the light of the sun. The dragon lifted her long powerful neck and roared, whipping her tail though the air
“Magnadramon”
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The giant dragon put her hind legs down on the ground and the her front legs as she landed in front of her beloved, teeth bared threateningly at the goddess as she stared at her with burning emerald eyes
"Mine" She snarled with a deep feral voice, tail bristling and snapping behind her as she took one step towards the other digimon. Magnadramon seethed, she would not let Dianamon take Tao away from her again, never again!
Dianamon smiled and raised her double axe, the fire in her eyes blazed almost as strong as the one on the godly dragons
“Not bad angel, not bad”
Magnadramon ignored the other goddess when she spoke.
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She wasn’t as scary as me off course
Off course not Lynxmon
I could digivolve into something that big too
Offcourse Lynxmon… ehm.. would you mind getting beck to it?
What? Oh yes! The story! Sorry.. Where was I? Right.. You see, Dianamon charge at Angewomon and then-
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.:The Battle..again:.
Without warning, Dianamon swung her axe around “Crescent hook!”
A pulsating orb of blue energy rushed towards the giant purple dragon, Magnadramon swung her head upwards and effortlessly destroyed the attack before it reached her body, her horns took the damage and they were a s indestructible as her claws and her will. Magnadramon lowered her head and sprang forwards, her horns connected painfully with the moon goddesses white and blue body armor, the attack send the other female digimon flying through the air until her back crushed into the wall of the arena leaving a dent in the rock wall and bruising her own armor, she slid down the wall with a moan of pain and stumbled when her feet finally touched the ground once again. Magnadramon didn't give Dianamon a chance to retaliate, madness filling her, driving her to fire blast after blast of holy fire at her opponent. Dianamon held up her arms in an attempt to lessen the damage dealt to her already wounded body but it was futile. After another blast off holy fire Dianamon finally managed to evade the giant dragon, skyrocketing upwards as fast as she could to avoid the powerful attack that had left her armor blackened by the intense heat. Magnadramon however would not let her prey escaped so easily, the dragon merely flapped her wings and rose just enough for her to grab one of Dianamons legs and throw her down onto the hard ground of the arena. The champion of the Kingdom of the moon screamed when she felt the giant teeth close around her leg but it was only for a short second for she soon after found herself thrown through the air. When she hit the ground once more she could hear a sickening –crack- when her left arm broke, the pain left her frozen and screaming soundlessly with her head thrown back in agony.
"Mine!" The dragon roared, head also thrown back to howl at the heavens above as she pawed at the air in triumph
"Mine!" She shouted, slamming a giant clawed paw down onto the armored figure laying on the dirt beneath her. Dianamon immediately rolled away and barely avoided being squashed to a bloody pulp under the weight of the superior dragon digimon. The moon goddess roared in anger at her failure, at her own injuries, at the thought of losing, she grabbed her axe and leaped into the air, ignoring the pain in her left arm as she swung the axe around while she poured every last bit of energy she had into the attack
“Arrows of Artemis!”
A rain of ice daggers rained down over the dragon who retaliated as fast as she could
“Fire Tornado!”
The two attacks clashed and created a wave of pressured that forced all of the sand and dust in the arena away and left the ground clean and blood covered. The audience had gone silent, the watched with their breaths held and hands on their hearts as the two attacks continued smashing into each other, fire against ice and neither of the two digimons seemed to be willing to give up.
Energy was snapping around them as they clashed. It was getting harder and harder to uphold the fire attack. She began to despair and doubt and thus he attack started losing it´s fierce power, Dianamon laughed as she intensified her own ice attack.
::You are stronger than she is.::
Magnadramon made an anguished sound somewhere between a scream and a cry. Tao, wonderful, beautiful Tao still believed in her. She had to do this for Tao, but how? Somehow the Dianamon was getting stronger and stronger with each passing second and even though Angel was at Mega level now it might not be enough. She tried to add more power to her fire attack but it was difficult. The other digimon was getting through her defenses. She continued, both warriors were tiring but neither wanted to give up.
Dianamon was stronger now, dark skies had covered the sun and the darkness gave her more powers but still the dragons attack did not yield and she was not sure she could hold out. In an act of desperation Dianamon did something so disgusting and cruel that she herself found her heart ache but she was scared enough of losing to do it.
Dianamon lifted her axe, a dark blue glow surrounded it, she then threw it as hard as she could towards the wounded Taomon, not weakening her ice attack for as much as a second as she did so. Magnadramon saw this, her fiery green eyes widened in fright, no, she could not lose him again, she would not survive it!
The dragon did not know how she was going to stop it, but she had to try. The dragon cried out in fury as she ended her attack and was pierced by thousand of daggers that pierced her skin and dug into her flesh, but the holy dragon did not pause even for a heartbeat as she twisted her body around and used her wings to gain speed, she threw herself in front of Tao and closed her eyes, hoping that her love would be all right
::Angel no!::
Magnadramon suddenly found herself remembering 2 years ago at the river, she had told him that he could not give her orders, he had asked her to get out of the freezing water and she had stubbornly stayed in until he came down and pulled her out.
He couldn’t do that, not this time, this time she had to stay and face the music.
She de-digivolved without a sound, the giant dragon turned into the beautiful angel, still without her helmet but bleeding from several wounds all over her body.
She held her hands up, prepared for a quick death when suddenly new energy coursed through her, an attack she had never know before appeared in her mind, she did not know what it was or what it would do but she instinctively raised her hands towards the heavens above them as if in prayer and shouted the name out into the arena like a battle cry
“Heavens charge!”
She didn’t know what it did but her body glowed and a ring of energy danced around her and suddenly all of her strength was back. She looked energy rushing through the air like lightning towards her and clapped her hands together before spreading them out like her wings
“Heavens charm!”
A cross of yellow energy launched itself at the attack, the blue orb collided with the cross and the two attacks exploded in a rainbow of colors.
Dianamon shielded her eyes with her arms when the light shone painfully into her eyes, a mistake for in that moment Angewomons body burst through the smoke cloud below and the furious angel swung her leg at the moon goddess ribcage “Heel of Justice!” Angel smiled in satisfaction at the crunch of bone and armor she could hear from Dianamons body. Another attack to her side and the womon was bleeding from her mouth. Angel knew she could win now.
The blonde screamed in triumph when he sent the other digimon plummeting to the ground. The other warrior flew towards the angel, throwing a punch that the celestial being blocked effortlessly, countering with a blow to one of those damned pink tinted eyes.
Angel screamed and grabbed one of Dianamons legs when the other digimon tried to use her Goodnight Moon attack, flinging the white armored fighter to the ground.
She felt the blood-lust, the cat in her claw it´s way to the surface now strengthened by the dragon in her that had been awakened.
"You made me hurt Tao!" A fist to Dianamons face, the face plating gave in and fell off revealing the other womons crimson red lips and pink skin now blackening due to the bruises.
Angel was no longer a logical, thinking being, she was a seething cat defending her mate, a roaring dragon protecting what was her´s, an avenging angel, a barking puppy demanding justice, a child crying
"You attacked him when he was defenseless" A kick to the moon goddess ribs. Blood started seeping from her armor in small streams of life fluid.
She let all the wrath in her out and began punching, pummeling, attacking, kicking reciting, chanting, screaming in Latin every wrong the world had ever done to her as everything disappeared in haze of red
"You abandoned me!"
All technique was gone she just punched and kicked Dianamon until she was out of breath and even then she continued her assault. Finally, she stepped back, tears streamed down her face as she gazed upon the other digimon. A silver light engulfed the warrior and when it disappeared Dianamons rookie form, Lunamon, lay on the ground, crying like a beaten child, screaming hoarsely.
Angewomon took one look at the child, she then stepped over to it and raised one high heel over the crying moon digimons fragile skull, she was going to crush it
“I win..”
But her foot never connected, instead she suddenly found herself several paces away from the rookie with a set of powerful jaws closed carefully around her arm. She turned her head and stared at the other digimon for several moment before recognition set in
“Tao.. You.. You reverted back into Kyubimon..”
The angel turned to her love, she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around the great beasts furry neck, inhaling the scent of vanilla and potion ingredient that she had believed she would never smell again
“Your okay..”
Kyubimon nodded and pressed her against his chest with his snout
“I am. I love you Angel, so very much”
Tears once again filled the angels eyes but she said nothing, merely let go of her lover and turned around to face Lunamon. The little rookie was gone, in her place was only a red handkerchief.
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And we all know who that belonged to. Piedmon digivolved from Gazimon to his mega form and used his magic to teleport them out of there.
Cooooool
Yes, I know..
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.:Next morning:.
Crescemon awoke to a nagging feeling in the back of her mind coupled with a tiny throb in her temples that spoke of exhaustion and several other pain centers all over her body where her muscles had been overused. Fighting back a yawn, the moon digimon blinked bleary eyes up at the ceiling. Only to have the nagging increase steadily as her sleep addled brain slowly came to the conclusion that the ceiling was not one she recognized.
Blinking again, the Luna digimon turned her eyes down away from the ceiling, shifting slightly amidst her wrapping of bed sheets, and was just about to take in the rest of her surroundings- only to have her movement come up short at the abrupt realization that she was being held in place by a pair of arms that lay loosely about her waist.
Piedmons arms.
Crescemon stared at her boyfriend, suddenly remembering with perfect clarity how she had been beanten by Angewomon and had been laying on the ground, crying and trembling in her rookie form right before everything went black.
She had not expected to wake up again.
Blanketed generously in the twisted clump of red and white bed sheets and comforter Piedmon lay, sleeping like an angel. Despite the fact that his bed, because the bed was surely bhis since it had his smell and colors on it, was almost twice as big as the one she had in her own room, at the castle own, he still managed to hog most of it, seemingly just as greedy asleep as he was when awake. And, her eyes widened impressively at the sight of his bare chest before looking away.
The Luna digimon tugged her portion of the blankets up to her chin, discovering that her helmet had been removed along with her armor and weapons.
Slowly turning back to look at him, Crescemon was willing to admit that he looked cute when he was asleep...
She had no idea how she had ended up in Piedmons bed or how the clown digimon had managed to save her but she was thankful for it, sitting here in the bed next to the mon she loved she could not even find it herself to mourn the fact that she had lost the champion battle to Angel. Crescemon sighed softly as she hesitantly reached over to brush some wayward strands of Piedmons unruly hair back and out of his face, he had left his mask on the bed table and had let his long hair hang free, he looked absolutely stunning.
The motion slowly continued in a drawn out caress down the side of his cheek, pausing only when he sighed, unconsciously leaning his head into the caress.
Perfectly content to remain where she was, Crescemon was just about to give in to the urge to snuggle closer and go back to sleep when her eyes caught a glimpse of a soft glow from the bedtable, she stared closely and then gasped.
It was a digivice.
So wherever Piedmon had taken her his tamer was here as well, god and she had not washed or dressed properly and she looked like the Dark pit itself. The Luna digimon suddenly felt as if she had been taken over to say hi to her boyfriends parents for the first time and a wave of nausea made her squirm.
Knowing better than to interrupt Piedmons slumber Crescemon sat up again. Her gaze quickly scanned the room for her armor and found it in the other end of the room leaning aginst the wall along with her axe and shield, if she was very silent she could get it on without waking her lover. Setting her plan into motion, Crescemon had just begun to sneak out from under the heavy blankets when suddenly a warm male voice stopped her.
“What are you doing?”
“Pids!” She gave a jolt of surprise, turning around to meet narrowly slit eyes as he regarded her with a sleepy look from his position among the pillows “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. I just noticed the digivice, and if your tamer is here.. I don’t even know where here is, where are we, how can I still be alive..”
With an abrupt tug, Crescemon found herself being forcibly returned to the bed.
Pulling her backwards down into the bed sheets Piedmon wrapped his arms around her middle. Her back fit snugly against his chest. His breath brushed against her ear as he chuckled sweetly, it send a tingle down the bunny digimons spine
“No need, my tamer was the one who gauzed your wounds, she made Ange heal you”
“Ange?”
Piedmon smiled against her neck before he leaned back
“Another member of our little ´family´, he is an Angemon, he healed you, most of you, some of your wounds could not be healed immdiatly, my tamer took care of them the human way with a first aid kit”
His hold around her waist lessened slightly. His hands moving to traced idle patterns across her belly. Seemingly purposeless. Crescemon shook her head
“Stop that! I have to… Where is your tamer, I need to speak to… Him?”
“Her” Piedmon chuckled as he once more forced her to lay down beside him
“But- Wait! Piedmon!” Remembering her original purpose, Crescemons hands came up, attempting futilely to fend off his touch long enough for him to listen. She voiced her earlier concerns, turning her eyes back to the black and pink digivice on the bed table “I need to talk to her then, I can not stay here, the king will be looking for me, I should have been killed, I- Hey! What are you-ah!”
In a sharp surge of motion, he flipped their positions, levering himself up and over her as he pinned Crescemon bodily to the bed. Snagging first one wrist then the other, crossing her arms and then lying down on top of them so that she could not mover hands or arms. He rested his head on her bosom with a smile, staring into her pink tinted eyes. The female demon spluttered
“Piedmon get off me what if your tamer walks in on us like this!”
The clown tilted his head, a lock of golden hair fell free from behind a pointed ear
“I´m your boyfriend” Piedmon said in an utterly matter of fact manner, relaxed as always, crimson red lips curved into a smirk. Forcing her hands above her head and out of the way, he leaned forward to plant a kiss on the crook of her neck before stating sweetly “That means that you are mine, so what if my tamer sees you like this, knowing her she would merely call us cute, take a few pictures and leave”
Crescemon´s blushed furiously.
“But...!”
She might have made further protest were it not for the way he shifted his path of attack. Leaning forwards to give her a brief kiss that tasted like cinnamon and candy, Crescemon closed her eyes and pulled her lover into a tight hug thanking all the digital gods that she had been allowed to live, she could not imagine not having Piedmon by her side.
.:Several hours later:.
When Crescemon woke up the second time that day she was aware that Piedmon was sitting on the bed with someone next to him. When the Luna digimon sat up, rubbing her eyes sleepily before she cast a glance at the other being in Piedmons bedroom she thought it to be a Wizardmon without his cloak but she then realized that it was a human girl, approxamitly 15-17 years old and with copper red hair and fair white skin. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans but the thing that caught the Luna digimon attention was the way she was litteraly sitting halway on Piedmons lap and the black and pink crests hanging around the girls neck.
Crescemon blushed furiously
“Your Piedmons tamer?”
Kaya nodded with a a´warm smile, a Patamon landed on the bed and was soon followed by an Elecmon, both rookie digimons stared up at her with curious eyes, or… The Patamon did, the Elecmon was scowling at her. Kaya cleared her throat and the Elecmon immediately ceased staring at her and jumped back down onto the floor with a huff. The girl shook her head at her digimon, then turned her attention back to the Luna digimon
“My name is Kaya, it is so nice to finally meet you, I was starting to wonder whether Piedmon had just made up a girlfriend of if you were real, your just as beautiful as he told us”
Crescemon, having never received such praise from a human before, blushed.
Kaya contined as if unaware of the female digimons red cheeks
“Piedmon told me that you are now a wanted digimon in your kingdom, you can’t go back there, not that it is a problem anymore you see..”
Kaya spread out her arms, indicating the several digimons that had somehow made their way into the room without her noticing
“We have discussed it and most of us belive that you might belong here, Patamon told us you did and he has never been wrong about my digimon partners before”
The moon digimon was speechless, she stared at the human, thousand of questions burning in her pink tinted eyes. Kaya crawled towards her and settled down on the pile of blankets. The human reched over and grabbed the black digivice from the bed table and then held it out towards Crescemon as if handing it over to her. Crescemon, not knowing what to do, reached out and tried to take it from the tamers fingers.
As soon as the moon digimon touched the device it let out a loud screech and gave off a pink glow.
A new tag appeared in the air and fell into Kaya´s other hand, the girl looked down at the tag as the light from her digivice died out and the link between Kaya and Crescemon started forming.
Crescemon thre her head backwards with a gasp as a sudden rush of energy course through her she was about to tip backwards back into the bed when she felt Piedmon strong arms catch her.
Tears started falling from her eyes when something inside of her finally settled and she felt.. complete.
“Go back to sleep Princess”
The Luna digimon sighed and closed her eyes, listening to Piedmon´s heartbeat as she drifted back into the darkness.
Kaya sat still for a while looking down at the crest in her hand before she held it up for all of her curious rookie digimons to see.
Kaya watched as Piedmon settled down with his sleeping girlfriend held in his arms, the clown digimon closed his arms and followed her back into the abyss of sleep. Kaya stood up and walked towards the door, silently ordering the other digimons out of the room. She watched with a soft smile as Gatomon and Snowagumon made their way out of the room, hand in hand.
The girl cast one last glance at the two sleeping digimons before she closed the door behind her, her newly acquired crest of hope gave off a celestial silver glow in the darkness of the corridor.
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And this is where the story ends, there is no more to tell, I guess it would be nice to add a; And they lived happily ever after, but like I said before, this is not a fairytale. Well, I´m done now.
The End.
Lynxmon nodded softly, fire fur burning with a sift amber glow as he licked his right paw thoroughly.
Demiveemon however was not as calm, he was shaking and quivering with excitement.
”No! You cant stop now I want more stories!”
The cat digimon looked down at him, yellow slitted eyes glowing confidently as he smiled
“Well, I´ll tell you one more if you give me another piece of steak”
The little child digimon nodded happily, his tiny paws wrapped themselves around yet another bone in his steak and placed it like an offering next to the felines big front legs. The cat had collected a neat little pile on steak already
“Here! Now tell me more pleeease!”
Lynxmon chuckled softly, tail waving back and forth in lazy amusement as he placed a paw on the little blue dragons back and brought him closer
“Okay kid, listen up now, this one´s all for you since you don’t like girls and boys kissing”
From Heaven to Hell
Angel didn’t tell any of the others that he and Myo-chan were going to meet up with the leader of the Western Skullmeramons and his son and then find the digimon who had caused the destruction of the entire village, the fire digimon had successfully subdued the fire digimons who guarded the crater and the thing within, but the fire leader would not risk being deleted by whoever the giant evil digimon was. The digimons had contacted Kaya foe help but the girl was still mourning Rapidmons death, she had spend many days in the digital world solving a crime and even though she found the ones responsible for the attacks the victim was dead and the girl was still grieving the loss of a digimon she never knew, which only showed how affected she still was after Phantomon raped her mind and convinced her that Metamormon had been killed... but while Kaya could turn down the plea for help Angemon could not and he snuck out of the spiral castle, their home, and journeyed to the other end of the digital world to find the village. It was not until he had landed near an inn, exhausted from flying for so long, that he realized he was being followed. The angel had attacked the unknown digimon immediately but soon found himself pressed up against a tree with a glaring set of steel blue vampire eyes locked with his.
Myotismon refused to leave even after he was found and claimed that he knew the Skullmeramon leader that Angel was supposed to meet since he had hired the digimon on many occasions back in the days before he met Kaya. Angel, though he did his best to hide it, was extremely happy to see that the vampire had followed him. Myo-chan would never admit it, but it was clear that the silent lord of the undead had feared for the angels safety, something that made Angemons heart swell with joy.
They went to the inn and ordered two rooms for the night and then agreed to see each other the next day before they went first Skullmeramon and then the village, together. A swift kiss was exchanged and they both went to bed.
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…Can boys kiss?
Yup
…That’s kinda cool
..You gay?
Totally, I love this story!
No, not ´gay´ but Gay
….huh?
Next Day at the Inn
Promptly at noon Angel went down to see Myotismon for lunch, full of eagerness. He had taken a shower and cleaned up a bit since he figured he should make a good impression. He felt like he was about to meet royalty. Which he supposed that in a sense he was, the Skullmeramons were feared and respected and their leaders where chosen by strength and wit, it was the same Skullmeramon family who had been leaders for 120 years now, the Silverflames, which meant they were respected and looked up to by tamers and digimons alike, even the ones who were neither mera nor fire digimons.
It was in situations like these that Myotismons manners and Count like behaviour came in handy, Angel might not lack much in the manner department but he had spent most of his life in the form of a child like Marineangemon and it showed.
“Angel” Myo-chan said rather curtly when the angel digimon arrived.
Angel gave a short nod, glancing about the room before looking at the vampire who was combing his golden hair back, the three bangs in his face however refused to be subdued and continue to hang down, but even like that he seemed perfect, as if his hair was supposed to do that, nothing about Myotismon looked out of place, he was like a statue cut out of marble, smooth and beautiful. Angel continued to observe the digimon he had come to think of as his “lover” for a few more moments before his smile turned into a frown, because something about the vampires expression was off. It looked rather like...”Are you nervous?” he asked incredulously. “I am never nervous angel” Myotismon scoffed. When Angel merely continued looking at him, he curled his lip in disgust, showing just the barest hint of sharp fangs “Wary, however, is an emotion even I feel from time to time”
Angel suppressed the smirk that threatened to grace his lips because he knew it would only provoke his lover, the vampire might not seem like it but he was so very sensitive and fragile, like a glass rose bathed in blood. Instead he asked, “What’s there to be wary of?”
“We are going to find a village that has been completely destroyed by an unknown creature powerful enough to rule over several digimons and kill all of the villagers and then meet one of the most powerful fire digimons in the digital world and his son, who may just surpass his father in power one day. If I were not wary, angel, I would be a fool” Myotismon placed the comb back on the table and sat down on the bed to put on his boots. Angel suddenly realized that the vampire wasn't wearing his mask and the fact that Myo-chan trusted him enough to show him his face made the angel smile once more. The vampire saw this and rolled his eyes.
Angel chuckled
“We are strong enough to stand our ground should the royal Meramon family prove to be dangerous”
Myotismon merely raised a delicate brow. Angels felt his feather bristle at the look and uttered a pathetic
“..What?..”
“May I remind you of the last battle you had with a Flarerizamon?”
“Oh! You mean the one where my wings caught on fir...,” Angel trailed off because the look Myotismon was giving him and the well known smirk said it all. Embarrassed he looked away and cleared his throat. “Fire digimons.. I see..”
“Indeed,” Myotismon chuckled and picked up his mask from the bed table
“But I thought they were your friends?” At Myotismons darkening expression he quickly amended, “Comrades? Um, co-workers ..acquaintances?”
The vampire really couldn’t bring himself to be surprised at angels ignorance, though he certainly expected much more of the digimon lately, Angel was such a ... vaccine sometimes. Myotismon could not hide the smile that fought it´s way to his lips “Admirable attempt darling, but I would not use any of those terms to describe my relationship with them”
Angel caught the slip of the word “darling” but said nothing, it was obvious that the vampire himself had no idea the nickname had been spoken aloud
“That makes no sense” Angel protested.
They may not be friends but he knows them so they have to be acquaintances right?“
Perhaps not, but you will see what I mean when you meet them. Torch is still learning the digital worlds politics, but Cale is as close to their king as could be, and possibly the strongest of all the Skullmeramons, so you will treat him with the utmost respect, do you understand?”
Angel shook his head with a quiet chuckle when the vampire turned his back to him and put on his navy blue gloves. The angel walked up to his boyfriend from behind and wrapped his arms around the virus digimons slender waist, he reached for the gloves and threw them to the floor, not wanting the vampire to hide his hands, he grabbed Myotismons wrist and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently “Despite what you think Myo-chan, I know my manners, I am an angel after all”
“Good,” Myotismon continued to ignore the angel but Angemon could feel him lean against his chest just the slightest bit “Now amplify them tenfold and direct them towards Cale and his son.”
Angel nodded, then rested his head on the vampires shoulder, one arm around Myotismon waist and the other carding through his blond hair. “Maybe you should tell me exactly what I should do around them?”
“They have the impeccable manners of an ancient royal court. Know your place, and act as such.. and stop messing with my hair or I will bite you”
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“Anytime love.. so.. what exactly is my place?” Angel asked, folding his wings around the vampire who sighed and ran a clawed hand down one of the feathered appendages, causing he angel to shudder in delight and pleasure
“The mate to the vampire who is supposed to be their master,” Myotismon said with a wry smirk. “Which is very lucky for you, as it gives you much liberty in the way you act, and is quite high in the ranks. I have< also told them about you and they know you have been a... less intelligent digimon for most of your life”
Angel frowned
“You talk as if you have spoken to them recently”
The vampire prodded one of the white wings with a claw
“I have, I am still evil Angel no matter how much you wish I was not and I am rebuilding my empire, unfortunately for me Cale is even older than I am, and he oftet finds amusement in being a parent to me, he has know me since..”
Angel tightened his grip around the vampire
“Since you were a Tokomon.. before they threw you out of heaven..”
Myotismon suddenly shifted away from Angemon and changed the subject rather abruptly
“You will use your best manners when we meet the royal family Angel”
He nodded “I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise.”
Myotismon smiled and placed his discarded gloves on the bed. Angel walked over to his boyfriend and spun him around, he embraced the vampire and guided his head towards his neck with a fond smile and a gentle tug on his hair
“Feed first?”
The vampire growled and then sunk his fangs into the angels throat.
It was heaven for both.
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..Omg….
Omg indeed kiddo
The forest
When the sun started sinking into the horizon Angel and Myotismon felt it was safe to leave the inn and go meet the royal family members. They took a path into the forest and followed it. Myotismon first and Angel following his lovers footsteps.
It wasn’t long before the angel realized that they hadn’t been walking on the path for quite some time, and he didn’t have a clue how far away from the inn they were anymore, or even in which direction away from the inn they were going, because they had made so many turns. The density of the forest made it dark, but for some reason this area was dark even compared to the tombs of Myotismon castle.
Just when Angel thought they would never stop walking, Myotismon abruptly stopped and Angel nearly collided with his back. “Myotismon? What’s the..“
“Quiet,” The vampire snapped with a hiss, eyes darting from shadow to shadow.
Wisely, Angemon fell silent, and immediately it seemed like the rest of the forest was all the more quiet. It was unsettling, and he felt as though the trees were leaning in to them, trying to suffocate them. He had never experienced claustrophobia before. Experiencing it now only made him feel ridiculous, especially since looking around he could see he trees weren’t that close, regardless of how dark it was.
Myotismon stood still and closed his eyes. Meeting with the meramons so many times had made him wary of their games, and he didn’t find it surprising that Cale would try to trick him. It wasn’t even done in hostility, he knew that. The old king just wanted to be sure he was worthy of his title as the lord of undead and tested him as if it was a "father son" activety. Being hunted for so many years by humans and digimons alike had honed the vampires skills for these types of tricks though, and his vampire abilities only enhanced his skills. In this, he could freely admit to being superior.
So when Torch dropped down with alarming speed from high up in a tree behind them and flared out his flames with a grin, Myotismon was on him in an instant, pinning the Meramon to the tree he had dropped from. He bared his fangs with a chuckle.
“Myo-chan!” yelped Angel, because just as suddenly as the vampire had disappeared from his side another digimon had replaced him, and this one grabbed him about the waist and pulled him close so they were chest to chest, thigh to thigh, the taller mon wrapping its arms around his body so his own arms were pinned to his sides, he dared not fight back for the digimon was covered in flames and could easily make them real so that he burned to death before he could escape
“A good show, but you forgot your angel, and that is a very alarming mistake indeed” said the digimon that held him. His voice was soft, lilting, with a bit of a brogue, yet dangerous. The voice alone made his feathers bristle
This is not good, thought Angemon with no small amount of terror. He suddenly didn’t think it had been such a good idea to arrange this meeting after all. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his heart practically jumping out of his chest, and his breathing so rapid that he wasn’t getting enough oxygen, he was afraid of fire, fire was death.
Myotismon spun around in shock, blue eyes wide, to see Angel embraced by a Skullmeramon.. Cale! His snarl turned vicious, savage, and fear exploded through his body. Unconsciously his hand tightened about Torch´s throat “Let him go!” he snarled, tiny drops of spittle flying out of his mouth with the absolute savagery of his words. His eyes changed, a blood red film covered them, made them golw like demon eyes in the darkness.
Cale tsked, frowning at the vampire as though he were a child to be reprimanded. “Myotismon, it is not like you to be so forgetful. You are no match for me as you are now, and you are very fortunate I will not accept the challenge you are issuing. I will not hurt the boy, I just wanted to see how you would react to an ambush with your mate by your side”
“Let. Him. Go.” Those words were cold with pure malice, Myotismons fangs lenghtened
“I’m very disappointed with you child.” Cale sighed. “Leaving your mate open to attack...if I were a foe, you would have lost him”
Angel looked at his love in confusion and fear, the flames surrounding Skullmeramons body licked at his wings
“Myo, I’d let me go if I were you,” said Torch in a rather amused tone...until the hand tightened just shy of crushing his windpipe and the long claws dug into his skin. His eyes widened.
Cale frowned. “Torch, do not speak. I think our friend has lost his mind”
L-lost his-
Easy kid, it´s just a story
B-but that’s HORRIBLE
Yup, too bad you wont get to hear the end of the story, I need to go now
I´ll give you some more steak if you stay!
Okay you convinced me, you see… Torch said that he had lost his mind and then..
Angel must have made some panicked movement towards the red eyed vampire for Cale reacted instantly “Shh, do not worry young Angel. We will bring your love back.”
“Let me go!” Angemon finally had the courage to choke out, though he made no move to push away. He was still terrified, the flames were too close, he hated himself for it, he had to help Myotismon!
“If I let you go now, there is no telling what Myotismon would do. He could attack me and my son, or he could be so full of relief that he would be compelled to assure himself you are safe, and something tells me you would not survive such an action from a virus digimon like him. You are not fully mated yet, are you?” When Angel tensed, Cale sighed “I thought not. And Myotismon, as strong and diciplined as he may be, clearly has not yet learned to reign in the panic that one gets when their mate is in danger. So young even when he tries to act like an adult”
Myotismon was snarling now, something savage and vicious that sounded beastial in nature
“Torch, son, I think you will have to free yourself” Cale said with another sigh.
“Any means?” came a rather breathy, struggling reply.
“I’m afraid so”
Angel wasnt sure what happened next because Cale turned him around so that he couldnt see the young Skullmeramon or Myo-chan anymore, but it involved a lot of snarling, shuffling sounds, a grunt, and then a pained howl. Harry jerked at the last, pushing and trying to get free of the unyielding embrace “Let me go! Don’t hurt him!” he yelled.
“Shh, shh, relax young one, he is not harmed beyond repair. Just a little scuffle to remind him who his elders are. Oh, all right, you may see him, since you are putting up such a fuss winged one.”
The next thing he knew, Angel was spun around. The sight that greeted him was not one he had ever thought he would see. Myotismon was kneeling a few feet away, arms jerked up and behind his back so he had to hunch in order to prevent his shoulders from being dislocated. His fangs were bared in a wide snarl, and his eyes were a vivid blood red.
Angels gaze followed the line of the arms up to the one holding the fuming vamp in place. Torch, he thought. The mon looked young, perhaps only a few years or so older than himself.
He was smiling cockily, but it was obvious from the long gashes and the hole through his left shoulder that he had not won by using strenght but wit, Myotismon was much stronger than him. The vampire screeched in anger, a loud sound like a cats yowl
“What do you want me to do?” asked Torch, his voice pleasant and lilting in its’ Scottish brogue sort of way. Did all Skullmeramons speak as if they came from Scotland like Kaya?
“Don’t hurt him!” shouted Angel, struggling to break free again, but those arms so casually looped about his waist was completely unyielding to his struggles.
“You heard the lad, don’t harm him. Merely keep him subdued for me, would you?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Now, I believe introductions are in order, and then we can see to getting young Myotismon back to his usual self, hm? If you promise not to struggle, I will allow you more free movement.”
Angel had little choice. He was playing their game now, and he could guess things would only get worse if he didn’t cooperate. “Just don’t hurt him”
“I would not dream of it, lad.” With that Cale loosened his arms, allowing Angel to step away until just the Skullmeramons hands rested on his hips, holding him so casually in place. He slowly guided Angel into turning around until they were face to face.
Angels eyes widened. The digimon before him looked like a young adult, nothing like the ancient digimon he had imagined. Cale was stunning, muscular and strong with flames that was more silver than blue.
Lean, muscled, fire, perfection, thought the angel with awe. He truly felt as though he was standing before a force to be reckoned with, and it wasn’t just the flames of silver that gave him that impression
“My name is Cale Silverflame, leader of the fire digimons, in fire and blood I greet you” stated the Skullmeramon solemnly, raising a hand with the last words to show his huge, powerful arm with chains
Angel felt as though something really important had just happened with that greeting. With it came an urge to greet the digimon in kind, so he did. “My name is Angel, I am one of the fallen, mate to Myo-cha... Myotismon. In fire and blood, I greet you,”
Cale´s smile widened to a grin. “Do you really greet me, in fire and blood, truly?”
The way he said it made Angel very wary and he took a step backwards, wings fluttering nervously behind him.
“What does it mean?”
“You have offered the two things fire digimons value most: Fire and Blood. It is a very old greeting, showing your deep respect or the one whom you give it to, you are offering your inner fire, your life, and the blood in your veins. It is a great insult to refuse such a priceless gift” Cale added as he reached out to take the angels hand
Angel snatched his hand back, glaring up at the fire digimon, a celestial glow spread and made his body glow as if his skin was covered in millions of tiny ice-crystals, he knew these digimon drank blood like Myo-chan even though they didnt need it to live like he did, but this?
“I hold no respect for digimons who use tricks to get their way”
Cale grinned, then burst out laughing. He reached out a hand and Angel flinched, prepared to attack but the fire digimon only ran his fingers through his hair with the greatest care and then released him “Ah, youth, so full of courage and life. I will accept your withdrawal this time, but know that were you any other angel digimon you would not be so fortunate.”
Angel warily took another step back, then jumped to the side in surprise with expanded wings when there was a snarl from behind him. He looked at Myotismon in surprise. The mon hardly looked like himself, and was trying desperately to get to him. Angel took a step closer, but Cale put an arm out in front of him. Angel shot the Skullmeramon a glare, fists clenching “Let him go!”
Cale shook his head. “He’ll kill you in this state of mind. He truly has no control over his baser instincts, must be new to him this love.”
“He would never kill me, and... he.. does not see it as love.. He belives that a creature such as him can not truly love anyone..” Angel looked at the vampire while he spoke, thinking
He might hurt me, but he would never kill me, never.
“I suspected as much, Myotismon is not one of those who belives in love, he is very fortunate to have found you little dove, but even though you love him very much you can do nothing for him now when he is like this. The digimon you love has been buried, this happens to all dark digimons. But if you do not belive me then call to him. See for yourself that he is not there,” challenged Cale, dropping his arm so that the chains around them shifted with a metallic clang.
Angel looked at Cale suspiciously, but nodded and turned his attention to Myotismon. “Myo-chan?” Angel called. “Myotismon, answer me.”
The vampire only continued to stare at him, lips curled in a silent snarl, eyes wide and red, claws and fangs bared.
The angels eyes widened, he resisted the urge to step back.
::What’s happened to him? This isn’t Myotismon at all!::
Angel has seen his lover drunk, had seen him when he basked in his bloodlust, had even helped him kill but he had never before seen this total lack of control, this... this lack of everything in him that was good. As if he was seeing Myotismon, the demon, and not the angel that had been born in heaven and then thrown out for being what he was
“Let Torch hold him, while we speak privately, hm? There is nothing you can do at the moment”
Call him paranoid, call it the angel in him refusing to obey a dark digimon but Angemon thought it best not to be alone with this particular Skullmeramon. “Why is he like this?” He demanded. “You did something to him!” he accused in the next breath, wings poised to strike in threat
“To the second, I assure you I did not. To the first, it is quite simple. You are his weakness.”
“What does that mean?”
“He mistakenly left you to attack Torch, which made you vulnerable to attack. If you had been his mate in full, it would not have been such a problem, when you love someone you trust them, but as you are not.... He did not trust in your power to free yourself. His own grief over his mistake, and the panic of the possibility of losing you made him slip into a more feral, basic vampire state of mind, I am surprised you have never witnessed it before.”
Angel though and for a short moment he knew he did
Is this what happens to DoruGamon when he turns into DexDoruGamon? The angel looked up at the taller digimon
“Then knowing I’m safe will make him better”
Cale shook his head. “If you went to him now, he would kill you”
Angel expanded his wings and slapped the digimons hand away when he reached out to stop him
“If that is what it takes then so be it! I love him!”
Cale froze for a moment before a chuckle escaped his lips
“You are very naive and speak without much knowledge, but you can be very...cunning, and extremely brave.”
“I’m afraid the cunning comes from the virus in me.”
Cale raised an brow. “Ah, fallen angel, I forgot”
“Now can you please...fix...whatever has happened to Myotismon? Bring him back to himself?”
Cale nodded rather curtly “Offcourse”
The big digimon walked over to Torch and Myotismon, his metal boots made a hollow sound each time they touched the forrests soil.
Cale stopped in front of the vampire, bending over so they were at eye level, but Myotismon wouldn’t look away from Angel. So he reached out a hand, grabbing Myotismons chin firmly and forcing the vampire to turn his head. The virus being snarled and lunged, only to yelp when his shoulders were further strained by Torch´s hold. Cale and Myotismon were mere inches apart and Cale stared intently into the vampires eyes. Angel knew that attack, Myotismon had it too, it was vampire lure, hypnose, whatever he chose to call it.
“He is your weakness,” Cale stated, staring intently into the vampires steel blue eyes.
Myotismon snarled something in that language that was more beast-like than anything else.
“You know whom I mean. You left him, abandoned him.” Cale spoke calmly, softly, and with assurance.
“No,” came a growling snarl.
“He is your weakness.”
“No,” came another growl. The vampire tried to pull back, but the fingers on his chin were squeezing hard enough that with any more pressure they could easily crush his jaw. He couldn’t seem to close his eyes, or tear his gaze away from Skullmeramons.
“He will be hurt”
Immediately an image of Angel lying bleeding and broken on the forrest floor apeared in his mind, so vivid it made him cry out. “No!”
Angel could hardly believe it. Myotismon was starting to sound normal. Okay so he’s screaming more than he normally would, but at least his words are coherent.
“He could be killed.”
An image, of a bloodied and beaten Angel pierced by a beam of black light hit him hard and he roared in denial, “NO!”
“He is your weakness,” Cale repeated in the same calm tone.
Angel took a step towards the vampire but Torch shok his head no so the angel halted.
Overwhelmed by the images assaulting his mind over and over again, Myotismon sagged in the hold Torch had on him, and the young fire digimon let him go. His hands went out to brace himself and he stayed there on all fours, golden hair in dissaray, cape covering his trembling body, his head only held up by Cales hands. The blood covering his eyes began to trickle down his cheeks like tears “Yes,” he whispered raggedly, brokenly while the blood tears fell to the ground below.
Cale nodded in satisfaction. “You will have to accept him being hurt.”
“No”.
“You must ignore his wounds and fears in battle.”
“No” he insisted desperately.
“Accept his wounds and you will be able to help him win this fight against the monster.”
“Not at such a price!” roared Myotismon, furious, fangs bared threateningly “I will not allow him to be hurt!”
“You will, and you will learn not to go insane at the sight of your mate’s perfect skin marred, his body broken. His mind...destroyed.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
“NO!”
“Accept it!"
“NO!”
A dark glow seemed to spread near the ground and the wings of digital bats could be heard from the trees. Myotismons fear was summoning his servants and they hungered for the blood of the digimon who dared defy their master.
Cale finally broke the hold he had on the young vampire and took a step back, allowing the other digimon to collapse. He turned to Angel with a small smirk. “You will consent to this, will you not? You must be hurt in the battle so that he can learn to control his fears”
Angel started to shake his head with a frown, taking another step back, why should he risk his life merely because this royal digimon demanded it?... but .. then he looked at Myo-chan, on all fours with his head bowed, and couldn’t say no. Myotismon needed this.
If...no, when, I get hurt later, he will be too distracted. He’s weak when I am. If he gets used to seeing me hurt, to knowing that even injured I can handle it, then he’ll survive. But if he becomes distracted he could...he could get himself killed. It’s better this way.
And Angel was also glad to hear that the vampire cared, Myotismon was confused and under the control of his basic instinc now and without his pride he could easily admit to how much he cared for him, it was strange to see the usually guarded vampire break down, merely because he was worried about him
Angel took a step forwards “Myotismon?” he called softly. The vampires whole body jerked, and he looked up as though surprised to see the angel there. Angel called again. “Myo-chan, are you... coherent?”
Myotismon lips curled into a snarl, but then he paused and his lips formed a grim line. He nodded softly, running a trembling hand through his hair as he sat back.
Angel sighed with relief and gave a weak smile. “I don’t want you to be distracted every time someone attacks me.”
“I wouldn’t,” The vampire growled irritably as if he had not just suffered a severe breakdown due to that precise thing. The vampire stared down at the ground, fighting an inner battle not to run to Angel and hold him close, what was left of his pride woul not allow it.
“You would,” Cale stated with a calm confidence.
“Stay out of this,” snapped Myotismon, pushing himself to his feet. Torch took a few steps away from him, but Cale stood his ground.
“You must accept this old friend. You always protect your angel in fights, allow him to fight for himself for once”
The vampire shook his head, appalled and disgusted. “Even if I cared I would not allow him to be hurt simply for the purpose of .. this!”
Cale crossed his arms
“Then I am afraid that I will not order the fire digimons surrounding the monster to leave”
Angel didn’t want to be hurt, but if that was the only way to get Cale to order the fire digimons away...it was a sacrifice he was willing to give. Angel was about to speak to Cale when he noticed that Myotismon was trembling and trying to look anywhere but at him.
He’s resisting his instinct to reassure himself I’m safe.. he´s afraid to show how "weak" he is.
Angel knew better than to think the vampire would come to him, so the vaccine digimon cautiously walked towards him instead. When neither Torch nor Cale tried to stop him, he quickened his steps because he suddenly realized he needed to be near Myotismon as much as the mon needed to be near him. Myotismon seemed like he was going to resist, but at the last second closed his eyes and allowed Angel to embrace him, the vampire hissed softly, wrapping his arms about the other digimons’ waist and burying his face in Angels shoulder. Roses and fresh air.. like heaven. The vampire gave in. By the digital gods, his scent...He buried his nose in the angels neck, pulling the other digimon closer so they were one line, pressed together firmly. My heaven, my angel, my weakness...Myotismon growled, unable to prevent his tongue from sneaking out to flick over that throbbing pulse so full of blood right under the pale white skin.
“Don’t bite,” Angel whispered, even as he pressed closer.
That sounds kinda nice..
Hey kid, I don’t snuggle
I´ll give you another piece of my steak!
…..but… I… its…. damn it fine, come here
Yay!
*******************
Burgermons Restaurant
“Don’t you ever dare do that again!” barked Myotismon the second he stepped into the restaurant owned by a family of four Burgermons, what a restaurant did in the middle of a forest was a mystery.
Angel dropped his spoon in surprise, shocked at the vehemence in the vampires voice, and the fury etched into his expression
“W-what?” he stuttered, wings pressing against his back in uncertainty.
“You know perfectly well what! Offering yourself like that in return for...do you have any idea how dangerous that monster could be? You are not invincible!” On the walk towards the village the vampire had had plenty of time to review what had happened between them and the fire digimons and his fear and fury had combined to direct themselves towards Angel. If they had harmed Angel....! It wasn’t something he could even think about. He is my weakness...I know that now.
The angels eyes widened. “But you were out of your mind, literally, Just because he grabbed me”
“I was not!”
Angel stood up from the table because he realized he was at a distinct disadvantage staring up at his angry love from a chair, he was glad they were the only ones in the restaurant. “If that had been a real ambush, we would both have been killed because of your mistake!”
"You..“
“I don’t want to see you get killed because of me!” Angel shouted in a rare seen burst of anger, cutting the vampire off.
Myotismon felt the words like a blow, and almost staggered. “What?” he asked in disbelief.
Angel took a deep breath, calming himself. “I said I don’t want you to be killed because of me”
“Angel... I promise you, I will not be killed because of you. If I am killed, it will be because of my own foolish mistake. It won’t have anything to do with you.”
“Yes it will! If you’re distracted because of me, and you die...it would be my fault..”
The vampire lord shook his head. “No, it wouldn’t. I will never let myself get distracted, Angel. Never again. I know now that you are a weakness for me, and like all weaknesses, I will learn to cope and work with it. Do you understand?”
He admits I’m a weakness. Myo-chan never admits to weakness...God, what would I do if he died?
I just can’t imagine him not being around...I would die without him.
Something on his face must have shown his anguish because the vampire sighed, muttering about sappy angels and stepped closer, enfolding him in his arms. Angel let himself sink into the embrace, grateful for it. “If you died, I don’t know what I’d do.”
“Doubtlessly you would grieve, and then return to the life you had before you met me” Angel said soothingly.
“No,” Angel shook his head with a sad smile “I can’t do that. I think I’d go through withdrawal not having you take blood from me every day. I’d probably cut myself.” Angel laughed at that, trying to lighten the mood.
Myotismons arms tightened about him. “Don’t you dare do that Angel.”
The angel digimons laughter cut off and he buried his face in the vampires chest. Muffled, he replied, “I wouldnt be able to go back to the way things were before.”
Don’t say that. Myo-chan shook his head “Let’s get you fed, and then I’ll feed, we should reach the village by sundown.”
Angel was silent for a moment, and the Count made no move to release him, but then hr nodded and stepped back and his lovers arms dropped from him. He sat down and ate the soup and bread on the table in silence.
Later he contemplated how far things had come, and what would happen if one of them died in the upcoming battle.
*******************
The Crater
Myotismon and Angel arrived at the crater an hour after sunset, the full moon in the sky provided more than enough light but even so Angel felt as if he had stepped into a black and white horror movie.
The village was torn to pieces, the houses and roads were torn to pieces and scattered across the landscape like the toys of a cruel child
“Relax yourself Angel, don’t make the cats see you as prey we do not know how much control Cale truly has over them”
The celestial digimon looked to the sides and could see the savage Lynxmons hiding in the empty houses, feline eyes glowing in the darkness as they watched him like a Tobucatmon watches a Chuumon right before it pounces. One of the fire cats walks forwards, canines bared and body ablaze with orange hellfire.
Angel took a step back, wings fluttering nervously behind him
“Angel little, come and play with ussssssss”
Two more Lynxmons followed, their claws shone in the sparse light as the dug their paws into the soil and their tails waved back and forth like poisonous snakes read to strike behind them
“Touch him and you will pay”
Myotismon didn’t as much as glance over his shoulder but the ice in his voice caused the cats whine and back away. They hid inside the houses and Angel followed the vampire once more, this time keeping close to his rigid form. He didn’t know how long they walked though the dead landscape that seemed like a world on its own, the dark pit suddenly didn’t seem like the darkest place in the digital world
“Angel stop that”
Angemon paused momentarily until he realized that his wings he had been shielding Myotismon with his wings. He blushed and pulled the feater appendages back immediately, but caught the hint of amusement in his companions steel blue eyes so he merely smiled back and continued walking.
When they reached the crater they found themselves speechless.
The crater was two maybe three kilometres long and in the middle was a giant creature hidden behind a veil of living shadows, slithering around it like shadow snakes, it looked like a living mass of black
“Thats...” Angel allowed his sentence to trail off, he had no idea how to describe such a horrifying image.
It looked like death
Myotismon eyed the creature with a cold expression, no feelings showed on his face, nothing but calm and steel.
“Myo-chan, should we attack now? Can we take this... creature down?”
The vampire did not answer. He held one hand into the air and a single digital bat, black as midnight with crimson red eyes appeared from seemingly nowhere, it screeched softly and circled the pair before it landed on the angels shoulder, Angel stared at the little creature as it nuzzled his cheek and could not help but chuckle at the digimons antics, especially since he knew it was not a real digital being but a being created from Myotismons own data
“That will be quite enough” Ordered the vampire and the bat obey immediately. It took off into the air and flew towards the being in the middle of the crater.
The vampire had to hold Angel back when the bat was hit by a golden beam of light within the darkness and died with a loud scream, the vampire flinched when the contact between him and his creature was brutally cut
“Angel for Azulongmons sake, it was not real!”
“It was part of you!”
Myotismon froze, the angel was looking at the dark pulsating being and he could almost imagine the angels fierce blue eyes filling with rage.
He placed a hand on the angels shoulder
“Angel, we have to kill this creature but you need to calm down first, you can not fight if your vision is clouded by rage”
Angel turned his head towards the vampire, it took a long moment but the celestial digimon calmed down, he sighed and folded his wings around himself
“I am sorry Myotismon, this... darkness is affecting me”
The vampire nodded in understanding
“I feel it´s influence aswell, but you are more affected by it”
Angel looked up, once more the vampire wished that he was not wearing his helmet, all of Angels feelings showed through his eyes. He wished he could see the clear blue orbs
“But why? Why does it affect me so much when it has no effect on you?”
“Because I have lived with such a darkness for many years. You might be fallen Angel..”
Myotismon caught the angels chin and forced him to look into his eyes, Angel was the epitome of innocence. Myotismon smirked
“ ..but you are still a being of light, the darkness affects you because you have no darkness of your own”
The vampire let his angelic lover go and took a step forwards, he floated into the crater, the cape billowing behind him like red and black demon wings. Angel followed soon after, his body shone like a lonely star in the darkness- yes, he was easy prey.
The vampire and angel stood at the bottom of the crater, eyes fixed on the dark being in the middle.
A sound, like old wood creaking , filled the air and send shiver down the spines of everyone who heard.
Angels expanded his wings, stopping Myotismon when he stepped towards the being, claws already glowing red as he called forth the energy to created his whip
“Wait Myo-chan, let us talk to it first”
Myotismon stared at his lover
“It has killed hundreds of digimons Angel, can you not smell the blood in the air, you want us to talk to a murderer? Do you really believe that ´chatting´ with this being will help? It is evil Angel it must be destroyed!”
Angel spun around with a snarl, feathers bristling in anger and fists clenched. Myotismon had never before seen such an expression on his angels face and even though his expression showed nothing he felt a sudden pain in his chest.. fear
“If all evil must be destroyed then tell me why you are still alive!”
Myotismon took a step back, eye widening slightly at the Angels harsh tone
“Angel..”
But Angel was not done yet, he swung one white wing around and hit the vampire square in the chest, hard enough to cause the undead digimon to stumble backwards
“No! I am tired of taking orders from you all the time! If you want to stop me you will have to fight me!”
The vampire didn’t know what to say, he stood as if frozen while the angel walked towards the black being.
Angel stopped before the withering black mass, he watched it silently, studying it, when he finally spoke his voice seems to boom across the quiet land
“Being, tell me why you have destroyed this village and it´s digimons”
The giant digimon started glowing and with a silent whisper of sadness the pulsating darkness spread just enough to show the dark beings head .Myotismon bared his fangs, shocked at the sight before him.
It was a dragon.
Goldramon!
Angel seemed to be just as shocked as his mate, he stared at the dragon in confusion, this being who he had been protecting since he was a Tokomon, the being who had been there at the new guardian angels ceremony two years ago long before he met Kaya and became a fallen angel, this being who he had worshiped as a god for as long as he could remember
“Goldramon.. but... why!?”
The ancient dragon closed his eyes, a tired moan filled he air
“I can not tell young angel, but I can show you”
A giant claw reached out from within the darkness, the claw shone like silver in the moonlight as they closed around Angels frame and started pulling him into the living sphere of darkness.
“Angel get away from him!” Myotismon called as he gather energy in his hand, the crimson red ligh engulfed his claws, the vampire swung a hand towards the golden dragon behind the veil of shadows a
“Crimson lightning!”
Angel turned his head, still caught in the dragon strong grip as he watched the attack rush towards him with glazed eyes. Goldramons voice sounded in his head, ancient and warm, just like it had been when he was a child and had seen him in the hall of heaven.
Child, don’t listen to him
Ange was torn, he wanted to do what Myotismon said but..
Will you take orders from him? A lesser being? He is not an angel like you, he is a vampire, betrayal and darkness is in his blood
“Gold flame”
Goldramons voice was like the rumble of thunder and following it was a golden flare. Gold fire shot out from the dragons open jaws and destroyed the vampires attack. Angel felt tears gather in his eyes when he hear a cry of pain from behind him as the fire hit Myo-chan and burned his skin away, the smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils. Angel was close to throwing up
Forget him my child
Angel felt his body relax against his will as he was pulled into the soothing darkness.
He closed his eyes and knew no more.
Goldramon called for his servants, the Skullmeramons who had turned from their own people and betrayed their king, Cale Silverflame. They grabbed the unconscious vampire and took the sleeping angel
Make sure they pay for their blasphemy, no Angel should love a virus and no virus should love an Angel, cleanse their souls with pain and blood
The flame digimon nodded and dragged the two figures away from the god who disappeared back into his sphere of living darkness
*******************
Oh no, what happens then?
Well..
I´ll give you more steak!
Deal!
Prisonblock- The cell
Myotismon sat with his back against the wall. He'd never been in so much pain in his entire life. His left eye was nearly swollen shut. He was fairly certain that he had at least two cracked ribs, his jaw hurt, his lower lip was split, and he couldn't help but run his tongue occasionally across his broken fangs, the Skullmeramon had destroyed them so that he couldn’t drink blood from Angel without poisoning him, the hunger was worse than his broken ribs. It was damned cold in the cramped little room, and the concrete floor wasn't doing any good for his back. He could only imagine the bruises they'd left along with the burn marks on his naked body, they had taken away most of their clothes and given them sweatpants instead.
In spite of it all, the thing that hurt him the most at the moment was the thought that Angel was in worse shape than him. The angel digimons head rested on his lap, the sky blue eyes still closed, just as they'd been when the two Skullmeramons holding them prisoner had flung him back into their little cell four hours earlier, Angel had not woken up since then and it worried the vampire, Angel healed easily so his body seemed let torn than his own but the psychical damage was as damaging as the real and Myotismon was used to pain whereas Angel was not.
He had pulled the angel close to him, cradled the innocent being to his chest while he used his tattered cape to cover him up and try to keep him warm. The Skullmeramons had set Angels wings on fire and they were no more than bleeding stumps of cooked flesh now, the sight was enough to make the vampire feel queasy but he refused to turn away in disgust, Angel meant more than that.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:17 am
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That's too scary! I dont think I wanna hear more
So you dont want to know what happens next?
..yes...
Can I have more steak?
Sure-------------------------------------------------
When he had seen Angel after their first session of torture he had lost control and had attacked the bars in their prison until his claws broke off and his fingertips bled, it had taken much coaxing from Angel before he calmed down and cried out the red film of tears clouding his vision. Angel felt horrible, he still blamed himself for their capture, if he hadn’t listened to Goldramon and allowed the darkness to influence him things might have been different. Myotismon doubted that, Goldramon was a god, it was very unlikely that they would have won in a battle against him without help.
The vampire had sat there for four hours, talking to the sleeping angel, rubbing his back soothingly to ease the pain. He had tried to rouse Angel, going so far as to slap his face lightly, but the other digimon refused to wake up. For the first time since he was a young Elecmon Myo-chan felt fear. Not of being beaten again by the fire digimons, not even of being killed. He had known about, and accepted the risk of death the day he sold his wings to Lilithmon to become a true virus digimon. No, what terrified him was the thought that Angel would never wake up, the thought that he'd never look into his beautiful blue eyes again, the thought that he would never wake up with warm feather wings wrapped around his body and then spend the morning yelling at Angel for sneaking into his bedroom, that he would never again see Angel flash him his incredibly heartwarming smile. If Angel died he wouldn’t survive it, he would destroy the bastards, he would take as many of them as he could with him when he died, there was no way he could go back to the way things were before, he just couldn’t, Angel was his whole world now no matter how much he pretended he wasn’t. The vampire ran his fingers through the angels hair and then began to tell him one of the stories his mother had told him when he was a Tokomon, before the angels found out he was half virus.
Myotismon continued stroking Angels hair. He was in the middle of the story, a bedtime story about a young Gabumon with a hot temper who had to save a Palmon from a cruel Veedramon.
A flash of pain shot through his side as he took a breath just a little too deep, which was stupid, he was dead, he had no need for air. The vampire hissed and shifted slightly. From his lap, he heard a quiet mumble "The Gabumon reminds me of Thrax”
The vampire smiled with joy on the inside, the outside however showed nothing, no expression, but Angel knew him well enough to feel the relief. Myotismon touched the angels face tenderly with one clawed hand "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern
"My head is killing me" Angel answered as he sat up, or rather, attempted to sit up" But I think I'll live for now" A wave of dizziness hit the bleeding angel, he began to topple back down. Myo-chan grabbed his shoulders with a soft touch as he lowered Angel down until he once again lay with his head in his lap.
Angel sighed, his helm had been forced off him a long time ago and his eyelids were red, colored with dried blood. The angel lay still for a while, the tilted his head slightly, noticing where he lay. He smiled but Myotismon cut him off before he had a chance to speak up "Don't even say it pervert. Don't even think it!"
"Too late," he said, mischievously, rolling his head back with a grin. Myotismon shook his head. Angel lay there for a while with his eyes closed, he waited until the headache had eased just a bit before he dared look at the Vampire. It had not registered until then that the undead digimon was bare-chested, and before he had the chance to think he began to chastise the other digimon "Myo-chan, where is your uniform?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, realization hit. He could see the dark welts all over the vampires face and body, his split lip, and the large, ugly-looking bruise on his left side. Angel winced just seeing it. He also realized that he didn't have his angel garment on either, it was Myotismon’s red and black silk cape that covered him and kept him warm in their cold prison cell.
Having regained himself enough, Angel managed, with Myo-chans help, to get into a sitting position. "Thank you Myotismon," He winced again as he looked at the vampires face. He reached out and gently touched the virus digimons cheek, where his eye had all but swollen shut, the cold steel eyes were hidden behind a weak film of pink blood.$
"Do not worry Angel, I have suffered worse and lived," Myotismon said, almost managing to sound cheerful even though his look was serious. Angel nodded with a grin "Any minute now, Kaya is going to come busting through that door and drag us home, then feed us chicken soup and hot cocoa until we get better."
Angel suppressed a giggle, but his amusement was short lived.
"She won't know where we are, Angel" Myo-chan said, in a voice tinged with both fear and anger.
"Myotismon, in case you are right and we.. die before Kaya finds us, there is something I need to give you" He turned towards the vampire and looked into his steel blue eyes.
"What is it Angel?" Myotismon didn’t know what he had expected but he had not expected Angel to pull him down into his arms and kiss him.
As the initial shock wore off, he melted into the celestial beings embrace, his arms wrapping around the other digimon and pulling him to his own body as they lay down on the cold hard ground, still kissing. He grunted as Angel held him just a little too tight, putting pressure on his ribs, but he didn't stop kissing the angels warm welcoming lips. It lasted for a long time, but they had to part after a while to breath, or, Angel needed to breath. Myotismon was now laying on the floor next to Angel with his head on the other digimons chest. He listened to the angels steady herabeat and for a moment he longed for that, he longed for the feel of a beating heart, longed for the feeling of being warm instead of cold, longed for life.
“Myotismon”
“Mm-hmm?”
“In case Kaya doesn’t find us.. I want you to know that I love you”
Myotismon felt a soft smile grace his blood covered lips. Angel was irrepressible. But he loved that about him. They fell asleep in each other arms.
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Aw, that’s so romaaaantic
Kid… I don’t do the hugging
I´ll give you..
Fine then, we hug, but only once!
Prisonblock - The cell
Myotismon was flung into the cell, crashing to the ground. He did not utter a single sound when he hit the floor, he would not give their torturers the satisfaction of hearing him scream. Angel had to fight back his tears as he looked at the wounded vampire. He was a mass of purple welts from his shoulders to his waist. Blood flowed from several good-sized gashes. He barely recognized the elegant demon.
Angel scrambled over and tried to return the favor Myo-chan had done for him two days ago, cradling the virus digimons head in her lap. "Myo-chan" Angel said, trying to keep the fear and tears from his voice, "are you okay?"
"That is a stupid question Angel" Myotismon snapped, without opening his eyes, both of which were now swollen shut and covered in fresh blood as if the Skullmeramons had tried to gouge the vampires eyes out, ironic how they kept going for the Vampires eyes when he had been torturing Gatomon for so many years because of her eyes . Myotismon hissed, broken fangs bared "Do I look okay to you?"
"Compared to Piedmon and his fashion sense you look fine" He answered with a soft whisper
Myotismon actually chuckled, then hissed in pain
"Don't make me laugh now, Angel" he said with a hollow voice "Hurts too much."
A moment of silence stretched between them, for the first time ever Angel understood the term; “roaring silence” The celestial digimon eyed the vampire in his lap, he afraid Myotismon injuries might be more serious than they appeared. Myotismon was having trouble breathing. Angel wished there was something he could do to take his pain away. Angel closed his eyes and tried very hard not to cry.
Slowly, as if that action alone cost all of his energy, Myotismon opened one eye "Angel"
"What is it Myo-chan?"
"I'm really sorry," he said as he closed his eyes again.
"For what love?"
"Everything"
Angel knew something was wrong if Myotismon apologized, he knew they had lost "It's okay"
"Angel, when they come back," he whispered, he had stopped breathing, he seemed dead.
"Yes?"
"Fight them Angel" The vampire opened his eyes, his eyes were red "Fight them with everything you've got"
"Myotismon…" He started, but he was interrupted.
"I overheard them Angel. They will kill me, and when I am gone they will take you to Goldramon, he will turn you. Make you one of his servants"
Angels stomach, already clenching from fear and concern for them both, turned to an icy ball of lead.
How could they? How could Goldramon do this? He couldn’t live without Myotismon!
"I will fight them Myotismon," He promised, but he knew how it was going to turn out. He was only one angel against a god and hundreds of followers. He would never stand a chance against them even if he digivolve. But he would fight, he would fight until the last drop of blood left his body.
"Angel" Myotismon whispered, eyes closed once more. He reached up to touch the other digimon face with a blood covered hand, the skin he touched turned red from the crimson fluid “One more thing."
"What, Myo-chan?" Angel asked, afraid that he might die right then and there, tears were trickling down his cheeks as he leaned into the vampires touch, nuzzling the palm of his hand with a soft sob.
"I love you, Angel" he whispered quietly, the words hang in the air like a soft caress "I could not bring myself to tell you in time, but it is true."
Angel cried out in despair, clutching the vampires cold hand to his chest while blood ran from the undead body
"Please, hang on, Myo-chan" He begged, blue eyes hidden behind silver tears "It's not over yet, don’t let them win"
"I know" Myotismons body trembled, he was dying, but not dead yet "I will hold on, I want to see what Kaya will do to Goldramon when she finds us"
Angels tears continued to fall, but he laughed in spite of everything. Hang on Myo-chan, he thought. Hang on.
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Prisonblock- 4 hours later
He fought them, like a wildcat, when they came for him. The smug Skullmeramon, Credence, was lying on the floor, trying in vain to draw air through his crushed windpipe while his flames died out. Angel had caught him by surprise with his resistance, and managed a strike to his throat. He would be dead in a few minutes. Angel had paid for that. The other two Skullmeramons had knocked him down, beating and kicking him while they branded their names into his skin with their fingers. They had bound his hands behind his back using their chains, his ankles had suffered the same faith. A torn piece of Myotismon cape had been jammed into his mouth, kept there by a strip of duct tape. They had dragged him up the basement steps and into one of the bedrooms at the back of the old prison block, where she'd been flung onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. Marcus was a large Skullmeramon, almost 7'5, weighing easily 300 pounds. His arms seemed as big as tree trunks. He'd removed his chains and his muscles rippled beneath skin the blazing skin. He radiated the same dark wipe as Piedmon, he could make anyone fear him with a mere look.
Angel had been stripped down to just the sweatpants, and they were little better than tatters. His angel garment and Myotismon silk cape lay across the room, torn to pieces. His ankles had now been released, but each was held securely by one of the Skullmeramons.
"You’re gonna pay for what you´ve to my brother, b***h," he said. "Me and the boys here are gonna see to that" The bastards holding her legs chuckled in anticipation.
"Tear the little angel up, Marcus," one of them said.
Marcus began to unbuckle his belt very slowly. Angel clenched his eyes shut. His heart was galloping away in his chest like a jackhammer on crystal meth. He was praying, as hard as he could. He prayed that Myotismon would survive, that he would. He prayed for freedom and he prayed for a miracle.
"I'm gonna enjoy this," Marcus said, the satisfaction he expected was clear in his voice. "And when I'm done with you, I'm gonna go burn you little boyfriend to a crisp"
And suddenly, instead of the terror he had expected, Angel received his miracle.
"I don't think so a*****e"
Angel couldn't believe his ears, but the voice was unmistakable. He opened his eyes and saw her, standing with an arrow of light shoved against the base of Marcus skull.
In no time, she had the other two Skullmeramons down on the ground, both unconscious and beaten to bloody pulps. Angel curled into a ball as soon as his legs were free.
As soon as Angewomon was done with the fire digimons she got a red blanket from one of the shelf’s and placed it around Angemons shoulders. He looked at her with immense gratitude. Dorugamon stood behind her, growling at Marcus who seemed uncomfortable in the presence of the enraged fox dragon
“You okay Angel?”
"I'm gonna kill you, man," Marcus said, though he still hadn't moved, he paid for his comment when Dorugamon tackled him to the floor and bit his shoulder, causing the digimon to cry out in agony. Kit freed Angels hand of the chain and he began frantically tearing at the tape over his mouth, not caring that his lips started bleeding as soon as the tape was off "Myotismon is in the basement. I think he' is dying Kit""
Angemon shook her head "We gotta worry about later, there´s one more Skullmeramon in the building!"
"He's dead Kit," Angel said, pulling the red blanket closer to him "I killed him. He's downstairs with Myo-chan" Dori and Kitt shared a look, the dragon fox spun around and ran down into the basement
Kit smiled at Angemon, hand on her hips and trademark smirk in place "Good boy!"
"He´s gonna be a dead boy!" Marcus said, his shoulders tensing as he stood up once more. Kit spun around and pointed a light arrow at the digimons head
"Go ahead," She said, her voice a seductive purr. "Please, just give me one little reason to splatter that pea brain of yours all over the floor"
"He's not worth it Kit" Angel said, sliding a bit down toward the edge of the bed. Kit sighed
“Your right as always Angel”
Her wings fluttered playfully
"On the other hand" Her leg lashed out, like lightning, her heel connecting squarely with Marcus groin. In an instant, he was doubled over, on hands and knees beside the bed, retching.
"Are you okay Angel?" Kit asked as she walked towards the bed. She kicked Marcus in the back, knocking him facedown into a pile of his own vomit. The Skullmeramon fainted.
Kit straightened and turned, and was hit by the guided missile that was Angel, throwing his arms around her. Silent tears ran down his f ace. Kit felt her anger flare again as he looked down at her. His lip was split, his face bruised, his eyes filled with tears and still he was beautiful, a true angel. Angewomon fought hard to resist blowing Marcus and the other to pieces.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around the bigger angel with a sigh "It's okay Angel. You're safe now."
"I'm scared Kit"
"There's nothing to be afraid of anymore," she said, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly hair.
"Not for me. For Myotismon. I think he might die."
As if his swords were a cue Dori appeared in the doorway, doing his best to supports the wounded vampire
"Don't worry, Angel" Kit said as he saw them. "The old bloodsucker doesn't have permission to die. If anybody is gonna kill him, it'll be me."
"Shut it brat" Myotismon hissed. Kit ignore him, she could hear the Lynxmons outside, they had to leave.. Now!
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Were you there Lynxmon
Well… no
Good, I don’t think you´re scary at all
WHAT!! Im very scary!
Haha.. Offcourse
HEY! What did I say about the hugging!?
Abandoned Hospital
Myotismon was laid out on his E.R bed in the abandoned digimon hospital, an IV in his arm hooked up to a blood bag on a rack next to the bed. The room was dark and smelled like rotten flesh bit it was better than nothing.
"Myo-chan?" Angels voice startled him and he groaned as he shifted. The angel was standing in the door of his room, barefoot, wearing a pair of flannel drawstring sleeping pants and a black sweater Kit had found in one of the dictor closets. The swelling around Angels eye lip had lessened. Even so, he looked like hell, but Myotismon did not care. He was beautiful.
"Angel" he said, doing his best to sound normal
"Are you okay" Angel asked as he padded over to his love and sat on the corner of his bed, he placed a hand on Myotismon, carefull not to touch the needle in his arm.
"Dorugamon told me you killed one of the Skullmeramons"
"Oh" Angel turned away, his blue eyes closing in shame.
"Angel" Myotismon said, forcing himself to ignore the pain as he sat up, the blankest slipped lower on his body and revealed the numerous wounds that had now begun to heal "He deserved it"
"I know," Angel said, shaking his head "I just.." He couldn't seem to find the words he was looking for.
Myotismons eyes filled with red blood "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Angel looked down at him, his blue eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"I couldn't protect you" he said simply but the self-loathing was thick in his voice
"Myochan" Angel said, his voice gaining strength, as he cupped the vampires chin, tilting his head up so he could look into his eyes "for once, could you just shut up?" And, he kissed him. Tenderly at first, but with a fire underneath that slowly built. After an eternity, they separated, each trying to draw in air even though one of them didn’t need it.
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Destroyed village
“Okay” Kit turned to Dori as they ”Approached the crater, they had left Angel and Myotismon at the hospital, she was sure neither of they would realize that she and the fox dragon had left the building, they were too busy with each other. Kit looked down at Dorugamon
“You ready to kick some holy god a**?”
The dragon digimon nodded with a growl. Kit smirked “Then let´s go wake him up! You take the servant, the old goat is mine!”
A purple light engulfed Dori as he digivolved but Kit was not there to see it, she was already in the crater, flying towards the pulsating darkness
“ HONEY IM HOME!!”
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Crater
The giant dragon put his front legs down on the ground before him as he landed in front of the female angel, his eyes were dark and burning with rage as he looked at the little digimon who dared enter his domain
"Child, you have no idea who you are dealing with!" He snarled with a deep, powerful voice, tail bristling and snapping behind him as he rose into the air and expanded his wings, the golden bracelets glowed like golden orbs of energy in the light of the setting sun. Golddramon seethed
“You understand nothing angel, this world has fallen to darkness, it needs to be destroyed and rebuild, it is the only way!”
Kit laughed, high and loud at the gods words and the holy dragons eyes widened in rage at her impertinence
Without warning, Kit spun around and flexed her wings “Holy arrow!”
A silvery arrow of pure light rushed towards the giant dragons heart. Goldramon laughed, he swung one of his arms towards the arrow and effortlessly destroyed the attack before it reached him. The god swung his tail back and forth like an agitated cat and then attacked, his long brown tail connected painfully with the angel, the attack send the female digimon flying through the air until her back crushed into the wall of the crater, leaving a dent in the rock wall. Feathers fell to the ground and there was an unmistakeable crack as one of Kit´s wings broke. She slid down the wall with a moan of pain and stumbled when her feet finally touched the ground once again. Golddramon didn't give Kit a chance to retaliate, madness filling the god with an unearthly madness, driving him to fire blast after blast of holy fire at his opponent. Kit held up her arms and called forth a force field in an attempt to lessen the damage dealt to her already wounded body but it was futile. After another blast off holy fire Kit finally managed to evade the giant dragon, skyrocketing upwards as fast as she could to avoid the powerful attack that had left her wings blackened by the intense heat. Goldramon however would not let the angel escape so easily, the dragon merely flapped his wings and rose just enough for him to grab one of Kit´s legs and throw her down onto the hard ground. Kit screamed when she felt the giant claws close around her leg but it was only for a short second, for she soon after found herself thrown through the air. When she hit the ground once more she could hear a sickening –crack- when her left arm broke, the pain left her frozen and screaming soundlessly with her head thrown back in agony.
"You have chosen death" The god whispered.
"Now die!" He shouted, slamming a giant armor clad hand down onto the angel. Kit rolled immediately and barely avoided being squashed to a bloody pulp under the weight of the god digimon. Kit roared in anger at her failure, at her own injuries, at the thought of losing, she leaped into the air once more, ignoring the pain in her left arm and wings while she poured every last bit of energy she had into the attack ”Heavens charm!”
A powerful wave of light crashed towards the god who retaliated immediately
“Holy flame!”
The two attacks clashed and created a wave of pressured that forced all of the sand and dust in the crater away and left the ground clean and blood covered, the sphere of darkness had disappeared, destroyed by the heavenly light. The two attacks continued smashing into each other, holy fire against light and neither of the two digimons seemed willing to give up.
Energy was snapping around them as they clashed. It was getting harder and harder to uphold the attack. Kit began to despair and doubt and thus he attack started losing it´s fierce power, Goldramon however also seemed to be losing power, his eyes were glazed and unfocused not that the sphere had disappeared.
Wait? What if the sphere was the cause of all this, what if… If Goldramon wasn’t the real enemy?
“Goldramon snap out of it!” Kit called, but it had no effect.
“Bloody tower!”
Goldramon turned his head and managed to catch a glimpse of the red and white Dorugreymon before he smashed into the god and threw him into Kit´s attack.
The heavenly energy connected with his body and the dragon roared in pure adulterated agony while Dori held him in pace.
Kit soared away from the explosion, but she was something, a dark light left the gods body, it loomed in the crates like a dark predator for long moment before the light engulfed it and it died with a screech.
Kit covered her ears.
When the light disappeared all that was left in the crater was an Agumon with golden bracelets on his arms, Dorugamon stood next to the unconscious digimon, nudging the little dragon who moaned in pain at the touch. Kit landed on the ground next to the unconscious rookie.
Goldramon?
She picked him up with her good arm and turned to Dori with a soft smile
“Let´s go home”
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Network city hospital
Kit walked down the hospital corridor, a large glass vase, filled with yellow roses in one hand and a box wrapped in bright colored paper in the other, along with a card. The gifts were from Kaya and the others but the card was from a Skullmeramon who called himself Cale, Kit had peeked at the card but she didnt get it, who wrote "Congratulations, you got over it. You can now control your inner vampire" and draws a little bat with a dove next to it on the front? The angel shook her head with a sigh.
Kit walked past the nurse's station and smiled at the Lilamon behind the counter. She smiled back
“Hi Kit, here to see your friends?”
“Yup”
She came around the corner and walked into Angels room, only to find that he wasn't there. Kit checked the digital clock on the nightstand, 07.00 am. She figured he'd still be asleep now. Piedmon and Hippogryphomon had been here last night when she left, around eleven, with no sign of leaving. Angel should be exhausted and sleeping in his bed.
She thought about it for a minute, looking at the empty white room and decided to try Myotismons room. Kit gathered the gifts and wandered down the hall to the old blood suckers room. She grinned when she entered but made sure not to make the slightest sound
Angel was lying on his back far to one side of the bed, his arm around Myotismon, who was snuggled up against him, his head resting lightly on the angels left shoulder, his right hand entwined with Angels left, resting lightly on his chest. They were both deep asleep. Kit walked over to the sleeping pair and placed one of the hospital blankest over them, with the final thought, Aw hell, I'm getting soft, she set the gifts on a chair near the bed and walked out of the room.
The end
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Demiveemon, now pressed against the big cat digimons chest with his ear against Lynxmons heart, sighed softly, nuzzling closer with a content expression.
The child had fallen asleep.
Lynxmon smiled cruelly, staring down at the steak on the ground and his own little pile of bones, oh yes, why be good and get half when you can be evil and have it all?
The Lynx purred contently and reached out with a giant paw, only to find that he couldn’t reach the steak from his position on the ground.
The cat growled in annoyance and prepared to tip the sleeping baby digimon off his legs, grab the steak and make a run for it…
Only problem was…. As he stared down at the angelic face of the sleeping Demiveemon, he couldn’t find it in him to steal from the little guy.
The cat let out a quiet huff and turned his head, gnawing on his own pile of bones.
Life sucked…
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:20 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:28 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:31 am
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