Lost Chronicles II: One World


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Sep 14, 2017
Chapter 41 - A Battle and a Beginning

Katsumi Rosalina

The back of my head was still throbbing from where Devimon’s attack had hit me earlier today. Trying my best to ignore the pain, I continued onwards in silence.

Devimon said he had visions of the future, like I do. Does that mean he can see anything…? Probably not, but…why does this worry me? I stopped walking, and looked down. His visions could easily be more powerful than mine…What if he can choose to have his visions at will? That could make him nearly impossible to defeat. Oh, dear…

“Heeeeey! Kitty!” The voice broke me out of my thoughts. I turned around, and saw Mia running up to me.

“Mia…weren’t you with Flamedramon and Abigail?” I asked.

“Yeah, but we all decided to split up after fighting Karatenmon. I gotta say, Kat; it didn’t end well,” Mia said. “Even tough ol’ Flamedramon didn’t do very good. We really might be in trouble here…”

“I…see…What…do you think we should do?” I asked.

“Well, Karatenmon said that Leopardmon was the only one who could defeat him…but I don’t think we should force all the work onto Leopardmon, you know? Oh, and by the way, Karatenmon told us that he has the Mark, and he showed it to us. Um…does that help you think of anything we could do?”

“…Uh…No…I’m terribly sorry…”
“Oh, don’t worry! I’m sure we’ll think of something!” Mia smiled at me. At once, I felt my angst vanish. Mia’s smile always seemed to do this for me.


…The Goddess’ Rebuke…Something about them…Something about their presence…it…bothers me. It feels as though my brain is being tickled or poked at by one of those demons. But why? Why would I have any memories with them? The tree I stood high up on began to sway in a gentle wind. I don’t have any memories of my life before joining Lachesis…but how long ago was that? Mia was still a little girl at that time. Ten years maybe? And I haven’t aged, either. I’ve looked all over my body, but I haven’t found the Mark. What am I? Just what the hell am I?! WHO am I?! I want to know, but every time I try to remember, I end up more confused than when I started! What the hell is wrong with me?!

“…You seek answers.” At once, I was alert. Below me, my shadow began to expand, and from it, the form of Devimon emerged. Instinctively, I reached down to the strap on my thigh to retrieve a kunai when Devimon reached down and gently clasped my hand in his. “Now, now, my dear…there is no need for violence. I simply wish to help you, if I am able to do so.”

“…And just why would you want to do that?” I just barely managed to choke out in a hoarse whisper.

“Because, my dear, it pains my frozen heart to see such a beautiful young woman like yourself in such inner anguish. Like your friend, Katsumi, I too am something of a mystic. If you’d like…I can try to find you some answers.”

“Katsumi’s father is also a mystic. He…literally knows almost everything…and yet he has found no answers for me. What makes you so certain that you’ll find anything?”

“Because…your scent is familiar. Yes, very familiar, my dear.” With my tiny hand still clasped in his big one, Devimon stepped closer to me, making me feel more self-conscious than I realized. “Oh, do forgive my words; I do not mean the scent of your body. I mean the scent of your soul. Yes…perhaps…aura would be a more accurate term. Yes, a good deal more accurate.”

“…What do you mean by familiar?”

“Well…it simply means that your aura is similar to one I’ve met.”

“Who? Who do I remind you of?!” I yelled. Devimon released my hand, and jumped to the next treetop over.

“Oh, so you are desperate for knowledge. Yes, oh so desperate. Exactly like he said…”

“Like who said?! Tell me!” Devimon grinned, baring his sharp fangs. I pulled my kunai from the strap on my thigh, and hurled it at the Fallen Angel. Devimon flew up, and my knife became stuck in a rather large branch. Devimon lunged at me, blood-red claws extended, put I jumped over to the next tree and retrieved my knife.

“Touch of Evil!” One claw shot past my hip, which I was just barely dodged, but at the cost of my balance. I fell from the branch, and moments before I landed on the ground, I grabbed onto a different branch with my legs. Hanging upside-down, I could see Devimon land on the same branch and look down at me. “You know…you were the one to attack me. If you hadn’t, I just might have told you what you wanted to hear. But now…”

“You will…tell me…what you know!” I hurled my knife up and caught it between the hallux and second toe of my left foot. Hanging on tightly to the branch with my right leg, I swung my left through the air and jabbed Devimon in the leg. Clearly surprised, Devimon kicked my right leg, and I fell the rest of the way to the ground. Well, it would have been the ground had I not fallen on top of a person. “Oh…Mia…Sorry about that…”

“Glad to be here for you…” A shriek rattled the air. I climbed off Mia and dragged her out of the way of Devimon’s claws just in time.

“Are you okay, Elizabeth?” Katsumi asked.

“Well, well…three little beauties for me peel and slice…Oh, yes, your skin looks so soft and delicate…And ssssoft…”

“O-kay, this just became a little too creepy,” Mia said. She reached down into her purse to pull out a Talisman, but Devimon reached out and grabbed her arm before she could.

“Now, now; there won’t be any need for that, my lovely. You’re thinking I’m a mystic; and guess what? You’re right! I can see what will happen before it will happen, just like that orchid-haired lovely behind you. Only, I can have my visions at will…whereas she can only have them in dreams. Yes, I’d say that puts you three at quite the distinct disadvantage. Yes, very distinct…”

“…I’m more than just a mystic,” Katsumi said. “I’m also…a mage!” Devimon’s eyes widened, and his wings suddenly became enveloped in violet flames. Mia pulled her arm free of Devimon’s grasp and pulled out a Talisman.

“Come forth, Blastmon!”

“Nope! Not gonna work!” Devimon yelled, with just a hint of madness in his voice. He spread his wings out far and extinguished Katsumi’s flames. “Death Hand!”

“Crystal Breath!” Devimon’s and Blastmon’s attacks collided in the air, creating a huge explosion that sent both Digimon flying backwards. Devimon flew through the smoke of the explosion and jabbed his claws into Blastmon’s face, instantly defeating the Digimon Spirit.

“No…MegaKabuterimon is still tired from the previous battle, and Aquarimon is still with Abigail,” Mia said.

“Go somewhere and hide,” I whispered.

“What?! No! I would never abandon my friends like that! I won’t leave!” Mia exclaimed.

“Please, Mia…go and hide!” Katsumi said, waving her arms through the air as part of a spell. Devimon smirked just moments before a bolt of blue lightning dropped from the sky and hit him.

“N—No…how…how did this…” The Fallen Angel fell to the ground with steam flying off his body. “How did I not…see that…coming?! You’re a dangerous one, aren’t you? Yes, very dangerous…”

“If you stay down, I won’t attack you anymore,” Katsumi said. Devimon grinned, and was suddenly standing directly in front of her. The fallen angel grabbed her by the shoulders and rammed his knee deep into her belly. Katsumi fell to the ground, unconscious.

“Well, now…that’s two threats out of the way…” Devimon turned to look at me. “And soon, the third shall fall as well!” Devimon began to fly in my direction, and I held up my kunai. He reached out his claws, and I quickly jabbed at his neck. My knife stuck, and blood came spurting out. In vain, Devimon reached for the knife, but his hands began to dissolve into bits of data. His bright red eyes drooped, and he fell onto his back.

“Devimon…tell me what you know!” I screamed. “Tell me…everything…about what you know about me! NOW!”

“Y—You…you remind me…of…Ice…” Devimon tried to say more, but it was too late. He had already died and faded away, leaving my kunai behind to fall into the blood-stained grass.

“…Ice? What did he mean by that?” Mia asked.

“…Before the fight began…he told me my ‘aura’ reminded me of someone he knew. He didn’t ever say who…”

“Your memories haven’t returned yet?”

“…No. Nothing…All I have are memories of Lachesis…and memories with you, Mia.”

“…By the way, where’s Quetzalmon?” Mia asked.

“He went off with AeroVeedramon to make sure he didn’t fall asleep,” I said. “…Help me pick up Katsumi, will you? I don’t want anyone to hurt her while she’s unconscious…”

“Yeah, sure thing! We’ll take her somewhere safe!” Mia smiled at me. At once, I felt my angst vanish. Mia’s smile always seemed to do this for me.


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Chapter 42 - Beauty is a Mad Mistress


“I told you the name Irene has no meaning to me,” Aquarimon said. “That is true, but…You told me your little friend was alive roughly around five-hundred years ago, correct?”

“Yes. She was…killed by Lilithmon,” I whispered.

“I remember being killed around that time,” Aquarimon continued. “It is possible that it was my data that was injected into your friend’s blood, turning into her Bio Hybrid. The same seems to hold true for Mia’s Spirit Blastmon; he was killed around the same time, if memory serves, so it is possible that he was the cause of Magnus’s turn into a Bio Hybrid.”

“…I see…” I looked up at the Spirit. “You…look exactly like her…Your eyes; your hair; even your voice…”

“I have heard of such things happening, and it isn’t too unusual. Sometimes, there are Humans who look like a humanlike Digimon like myself. Or maybe it is I who looks like her. You can never tell.” Aquarimon placed her hand on my shoulder. “What was your relationship with Irene?”

“…It’s rather difficult to explain…Irene and I were both part of a group of Bio Hybrids working for Lilithmon; she promised each of us something in return for our service. She and I wanted to have someone brought back from the dead. However, Lilithmon had the nerve to go and tell us that she wouldn’t be able to bring anyone back, that it wasn’t possible…so we both left her. Irene was also a member of Lachesis. Her heart was torn between loyalty to Lachesis and wanting to have her mother brought back. She just didn’t know what to do; Lilithmon forced her to kill her father figure, SlashAngemon, because he had found out too much about her plans. That just about pushed her over the edge.”

“And you were there for her,” Aquarimon finished.

“…Yeah…She was such a delicate little thing, and then she did what she did. She herself looked dead…” I turned away in hopes that nobody would notice my eyes tearing up.

“Why didn’t she just come to us…?” Zelda asked.

“…I had forgotten you were there, too,” I whispered. “I don’t know…She was scared…She didn’t know what to do…”

“…Abigail…Zelda…I know I could never take her place…” Aquarimon took hold of my hand and Zelda’s. “But if you ever want to see little Irene ever again…All you have to do is ask. I’ll stay with you for as long as you wish…” I gently tightened my grip around Aquarimon’s tiny fingers.

“Thank you for staying back to talk with us,” I said.

“It wasn’t a problem at all…” Instantly, her deep blue eyes became alert, and she began looking around frantically.

“What’s wrong?” I heard Flamedramon asked.

“Someone’s here…somebody strong!” she said. “No…no!”

“Darkness Wave!”

“Aquarimon, move!” I screamed, pulling my Digivice out from my cleavage. “Bio Hybrid DNA Charge! Bio Hybrid Digivolve to, BioLadyDevimon! Darkness Wave!” At once, my attack collided with that of the opposing LadyDevimon.

“Well, well; the slut who think she’s hot,” LadyDevimon said. “Heh; bet you all think you’re all beautiful.”

“…I don’t think I am,” Zelda whispered. “My mom didn’t seem to think so, anyway…”

Silence! I am the only one who is beautiful!” LadyDevimon snapped.

“And again, you are wrong,” Flamedramon snorted. “It is as I said before, LadyDevimon; my wife is far more beautiful than you could ever hope to be, Human form or Digimon, inside and out. And the same goes for Zelda and Aquarimon.” LadyDevimon glared at the Armor level.

“…I’ll kill you first! Black Wing!”

“Black Wing!” Once again, out attacks collided.

“GET OUT OF MY WAY!” With her free hand, LadyDevimon reached and wrapped her thin claws around my neck. Securely in her grasp, she began to jab her lance-arm, aiming at my torso.

“Flame Fist!” Flamedramon clicked his claws, and LadyDevimon’s wings were caught ablaze. I jabbed my elbow into her neck and broke free of her grasp.

“Zelda, summon Mercurymon,” I said. “He might still be injured, but we need his help!”

“Yes, he is still injured from Ghoulmon’s attack. Seadramon’s still not feeling too well, either,” Zelda said, reaching into the satchel at her waist. “They might be my only ones suited for fighting head-on, but that doesn’t mean any of my other Spirits won’t be helpful right now. Come forth, Dokugumon!” Zelda’s Talisman shined, and the form of the giant Insectoid Digimon appeared before her.

“What would you have me do, my queen?” Dokugumon asked.

“Start spinning your web! We need you to slow down the red LadyDevimon!”

“Got it; Poison Thread!” An enormous and ornate spider web shot out from underneath Dokugumon’s body.

“Black Wing!” My attack snagged LadyDevimon’s hair as I pushed her into Dokugumon’s web.

“Dokugumon, you should head back now,” Zelda said, holding out her Talisman.

“Goin’ with the usual plan, eh? Sure thing,” Dokugumon said, vanishing from sight.

“Hold on tight, now,” Flamedramon said, placing both Zelda and Aquarimon on his shoulders. “Flame Fist!” Flamedramon’s attack set Dokugumon’s web on fire. It spread wide and fast, and in no time, the flames had reached LadyDevimon.

“Now, burn in hell where you belong,” I muttered. LadyDevimon glared fiercely at me as the flames consumed her body. She shrieked, but soon broke free from the web and charged at me. Still covered in flames, she shoved me to the ground. We rolled around in the dirt, smothering the flames, and once more, LadyDevimon grabbed me by the neck and squeezed as hard as she could.

“Goddess Bow!” One of Aquarimon’s arrows instantly struck the opposing LadyDevimon in the shoulder, but this did not deter the Fallen Angel from her attempt on my life. Flamedramon’s attack had burned her skin savagely, and her clothes were in tatters. I attempted to reach up to strangle her back, but my arm was simply swatted away. Instinctively, I rammed my knee into her stomach and pushed her off. Her claws had dug into my neck, leaving thin streaks of blood behind as she was pushed off.

“Darkness Wave!” I raised my arms to defend myself from the other LadyDevimon’s attack, but the attack shot over my head and directly into Aquarimon’s chest. At once, the Digimon Spirit vanished from sight. I reached out to attack LadyDevimon, but the Fallen Angel simply slapped me across the face. It was confusing more than it was painful, but I reached out and slapped her back. Over and over again, we slapped each other.

“…Uh…Abigail…? How long are you going to—”

“Ack—Stop pulling my hair!!!”


“…Never mind…”

“Black Wing!” The red LadyDevimon, with my hair snagged on her claws, struck me clear through the back with her arm, and tore through my belly. At once, I turned back into my Human form. “So…not as tough as you think!” LadyDevimon, gently at first, pressed her foot against the back of my head. The heel of her shoe dug into the back of my neck. Gradually, she began to press harder and harder.

“Fire Rocket!”

“Darkness Wave!” LadyDevimon’s attack tore through Flamedramon’s flame barrier and kept him suspended in the air. In doing so, her leg lifted up slightly, enabling me to slip away. Once again, I held out my Bio Link Digivice, but instead of transforming myself, I opened a separate compartment near the bottom and extended a sharp stiletto knife.

Now’s my chance! With LadyDevimon’s attention on Flamedramon, I snuck up behind the Fallen Angel, clasped my hand over her mouth, and jabbed the knife deep into her neck. LadyDevimon tried to pull away, but I tore the stiletto directly across her neck. The red LadyDevimon fell, blood pouring heavily from her neck and mouth.

“N—No…how…how did this…happen?” she gasped. “My power…my…beauty…How was I…defeated…so easily…? The Goddess’ Rebuke…will we…win? Or is our defeat…certain…?” LadyDevimon closed her eyes one final time and faded away, dead. I sat down on the ground, breathing heavily and covered in blood and sweat.

“You okay…Abigail?” Flamedramon asked.


“I’m fine.” Flamedramon looked down at me and smiled. “That was one hell of a catfight you had there…”

“Don’t remind me. My entire head feels like it’s on fire from all that slapping and hair pulling…”

“Are you sure you’re okay, Abby? You were stabbed in the back,” Zelda said.

“C’mon, Zelda; give your favorite Bio Hybrid some credit, huh? I’m a Bio Hybrid on top of having the Mark; I’m more Digimon than I am Human,” I smirked. “…Something on your mind?”

“…I was just thinking about Matthew and Eleanora,” she whispered. “I don’t know if you heard us, but they…they’re my descendants…Probably my youngest living relatives, for all I know…”

“Really? Y’know, now that you mention it, I guess I do see some sort of resemblance between you three,” Flamedramon remarked.

“They’ve already decided to start calling me ‘auntie,’” Zelda continued. “And already…they’re just like my very own children, instead of great-great…great…something…grandchildren…”

“Would you like me to go with you to find them?” Flamedramon asked.

“No…I’ll be fine by myself. I know you said we’ll be better off in groups of at least two or three, but I’ll be okay…And I just want to make sure my babies are okay…”

“…Spoken like a true mother,” I smiled. “I was just thinking about tracking down little Eddie. I won’t stop you.”

“…Thank you, Abigail.”


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Chapter 43 - Comfort's Call


“I hope Leopardmon’s doing okay,” Charlotte said. The five of us sat on the flat surfaces of rocks arranged in a ring.

“He gave us orders to wait for him to return; there isn’t much else we can do,” I said. I, too, was worried about him, but orders are orders. Man; sometimes, being a knight sucks! Don’t move until I return; what bullshit! I mean, if I saw a big group of bandits advancing on a village, I wouldn’t just sit on my ass and watch all those innocent people die!

“Well, I could go find him if you’d like,” Siebold said. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve disobeyed orders.”

“Yeah…like not listening to me when I tell you to stop teasing Charlotte!” I hissed at the mage knight.

“Oh, you know that fat fuck has it coming.”


“Alena, it’s fine,” Charlotte said quietly.

…Was that a smile I saw? She doesn’t actually enjoy Siebold’s insults, does she?! No, that’s ridiculous! I’m just not thinking straight because of all that’s been going on…

“So, vut should ve do?” Pherania asked.

“Well…Siebold has a point; if we disobey orders, we might actually be able to do some damage to that group of Fallen Angels,” Wikstrom contemplated. “But that could easily demean the entire idea of us five being knights; we’ve all prided ourselves in listening to our superior officers. That would not only make the five of us to look bad, but also the Valencian Knights as a whole. That could be disastrous…”

“You’re thinking on too large a scale there, big guy,” Siebold said. “Just…try to keep things in perspective, wouldja? Now, c’mon; I say we just get off our asses and try to kick some ass while we’re here in Shendu!”

“I’m all for that,” Charlotte grinned, picking up her shield and spear.

“…Right. I guess I’m a bit outvoted here,” I said. I picked up my own sword and Wikstrom his. Pherania’s grip tightened around her axe, and Siebold closed his spellbook. The five of us stood up as one. “Company; move!”

“Black Statue.” An enormous ebon statue fell from the sky, landing in the middle of the five of us.

“…Phelesmon.” I looked up, and saw the Fallen Angel hovering in the sky.

“That strike…was but a mere warning,” Phelesmon said. “Among assassins…I am know to be rather merciful. If you lay down your arms…and surrender…No harm shall come to you.”

“Phelesmon, be honest; has that ever actually worked for you?” Siebold asked.

“Hmm…against the knights of our good king’s targeted conquest, no. Against innocents…many times over has that worked. In fact…I was on my way to a dwelling of such innocents when I ran into you lot. I figured…it would be…far easier to eliminate the innocents once the opposition…is no longer opposing us!”

This could bad…none of the five of us are Summoners; there aren’t any Digimon around to help us. We’re on our own! But, that’s never stopped us before!
“All right; let’s get this over with, then!” Siebold flipped open his spellbook, and held up his hand. A white, glowing sphere materialized in the palm of his hand.

“Demon’s Shout.” Siebold’s spell blackened, and vanished.

No way! That was just like Mephistomon’s attack!

“Right! I’m next!” Charlotte began skillfully swinging her lance at the Fallen Angel. By the look on his face, he seemed to be struggling against my best friend. As best as he could, Phelesmon tried to block each of Charlotte’s swings and jabs with his trident, but most of them made contact with the Digimon’s skin, and tore through both flesh and cloth.

“Your appearance…belies…your skill,” Phelesmon said.

“Been sayin’ that forever,” Siebold muttered quietly. With a tiny flick of her wrist, Charlotte skewered Phelesmon in the center of his chest.

“Demon’s…Sho—!” Phelesmon attempted once more to attack, but only ended up coughing up a large spurt of blood.

The size and shape of her body has nothing to do with it. Her big belly is not a hindrance. Charlotte’s skill in combat is the real thing. I gave a proud smile as Charlotte forcefully removed her lance from Phelesmon’s chest before shoving its tip into the Digimon’s neck. “Remember this on your way to the Dark Area,” I said. “The knights of Valencia are all equally powerful, regardless of appearance. And all of us…can go toe-to-toe with the strongest of Digimon. The Goddess’ Rebuke never stood a chance with us as your enemy.” Phelesmon glared.

“Don’t feel…like you’ve won just yet,” Phelesmon growled. “I am…the weakest…of the Rebuke. The others…even the two Humans…the Champion, Devimon…they are all stronger than I. You…have achieved NOTHING!” Charlotte, with her lance still in the Fallen Angel’s neck, swung it to the side and lopped off the Digimon’s head.

“Very impressive,” Pherania said. “You ah de greenest of all of us, and yet you ah capable of such veats.”

“Thank you, Miss Pherania,” Charlotte said bashfully.

“Now, what should we do about our…current situation?” Wikstrom asked. “Alena; you are the ranking officer of us five. What should we do?”
“…We should find Leopardmon,” I said. “I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Charlotte, you may have done well against Phelesmon, but we struggled against all ten at once. And if what Phelesmon said is true, then…I don’t know. I just…feel like something bad is going to happen…”


“…It is done,” Drask said. “Our small skirmish…I have won.”

“You…what are you?!” I asked. “You haven’t the scent of one of the Marked, or even a Bio Hybrid…But you fight…the way you fight…How are you Human?! Just what the hell are you?!”

“I am Human…and I am not a Digimon. You are correct, Leopardmon,” Drask said. “Analetta and I…we are not Bio Hybrids. Neither of us carry the Mark. And yet, we have the strength of Digimon. Do you truly wish to know why…we are so vehemently powerful?” I stared the man straight in the eyes. “Analetta and I…feast solely on the blood of the Digimon we fight. Their blood is our sustenance, and not their data.”

“Their blood…You survive only by drinking their blood?! How is that even possible?!”

“Well, I will admit that it was tough at first. But once you’ve gotten a taste for Digimon’s blood…there is no going back. Your body rejects everything else…until you are able to stay alive on nothing…but…blood…”

“…You’re vampires?” I whispered.

“I suppose…you could call us that. You wouldn’t be wrong…but you wouldn’t be one-hundred percent correct. You see…even though mine and Analetta’s bodies reject actual food, I’ve acquired something of a taste for garlic. We are able to walk around in the daylight hours without any negative effects. But…we do feed on the blood of Digimon. We drink from their necks. And…well, I suppose that’s about it, really. But that’s why…I am so powerful. That is why you will never defeat me, Leopardmon.”

“Black Aura Blast!” Without even turning around, Drask held up his sword and blocked my attack.
“…Don’t try anything else foolish, Leopardmon. I would wish to share your blood with my darling Analetta. She really is quite cute while enjoying herself on one’s blood…And I’d rather not kill you before we are able to drink your elixir of life. No, Leopardmon, I will not kill you now.” Drask raised his sword and faced me. “But I will…keep you from escaping!” I tried to raise my own sword to defend myself, but Drask was too fast. He struck me on the side of my head, and knocked me unconscious.


“…I think we’re going to have to rest here for now, Mia,” I said. “It’s starting to get dark; we should try to find some of the others before…before we find any more of the Rebuke.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea, Lizzy,” Mia said, looking up at the blue-orange sky. “Geez; I didn’t think Kitty would be so heavy; you’re helping me carry her, but still…”

“You know as well as I do about the poor metabolism of those who carry the Mark. Katsumi is precisely 118.05 pounds. I suppose you could say that among the Marked…she could be considered ‘fat,’ despite the fact that she is at a healthy weight for her small frame and height. But even then, she’s just barely at a healthy weight for her size.”

“Oh, poor baby…” I looked up at the darkening sky. Through the trees, I could see the outline of a building.

“…There seems to be a temple up ahead, Mia. Perhaps we should rest there for the night,” I said.

“A temple? Are you sure?”

“Yes; in Shendu, there are many such structures from the ancient times when people believed in multiple deities. That was one of many reasons that caused the Great War nearly 1,300 years ago.”

“Oh…is that why we began using a different system for the date?”

“…Partially. There wasn’t really a dating system around that time until the war. But now, years later, we go backwards through the years from that period of time.”

“Wow…history can be really confusing sometimes,” Mia said softly. The two of us had reached the entrance of the old temple and walked inside. It felt rather cool, and I could feel that there was nobody nearby. Mia and I placed Katsumi’s body down on the white stone floor.

“…I don’t like this, Mia…I feel like something bad is going to happen…”

“I know what you mean…Ever since we got off that Trailmon, I’ve had this horrible and painful angst in the pit of my stomach…I just…I don’t feel safe at all, Lizzy…not with all of these professional assassins lurking around. They could literally be around the corner, for all we know! What should we do, Lizzy?! What should…we…” Mia turned her face from me, but I knew that she was crying. She didn’t cry very often, and she kept choking on her own sobs.

“We’ll be okay.” I looked up, and saw Flamedramon and Abigail standing above us. “Lachesis has been through much more pressing times than fighting a group of professional assassins,” Flamedramon continued. “Lilithmon and her allies were far more powerful than the Rebuke, and there were twelve of them. Eleven, if you exclude Lupinemon, who chose to align with Lachesis.”

“Yeah, but remember, honey; the Order of the Enchantress grew weaker with each member that was killed,” Abigail said.

“We’ll be fine,” Flamedramon insisted. “I know we will be. Lachesis is a group that was never meant to be defeated. I know…In my misguided past, I have tried. You have too, Abigail. And neither of us were ever successful.”

“Well, you worked alone, but…I know what you mean,” Abigail smiled. “Well, don’t you worry about it, Mia. We’ll all be fine…I know we will.”

“…Okay…sniff…I know…I’m just…scared,” Mia whimpered.

“Everything will be fine,” I whispered gently, placing my hand over my friend’s trembling shoulder. “We’ll be fine, Mia.”


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Chapter 44 - Dilemma


I stared up at the big, full moon; what a beautiful celestial orb it was, hanging high in the sky. Up I stared at the blue-red violet sky, for hours and hours. I held up my hand, holding it against the moon. The outline of the moon just barely poked out from the tips of my claws.

I wonder if there are Digimon on the moon, I thought. I wonder if there are Humans…if there are those who carry the Mark. I wonder…are they hated…as we are? Is there anywhere we can stay without being hated, or isolated? A place without war…without darkness or violence, or unfounded hatred. Could such a place…ever…truly exist? Or are Humans and Digimon too foolish for such a thing? Could it be our destiny to always fight? From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a shooting star. Even with such lovely natural sights such as that star, and this moon…even still, we fight amongst ourselves? How… pathetic we must be in the eyes of Arcadia. The sweet and beautiful woman who created us so she wouldn’t be alone. So she would have friends…no wonder she disappeared. Her poor, gentle heart must not have been able to handle all the bloodshed and violence. The Goddess has abandoned her creations because they could not be kept in line. Are we who carry the Mark the only sane living beings in this world?

“Human beings…Digimon…we’re really both the same, if you think about it,” a voice from behind said.

Without even bothering to turn around, I asked, “You are the archsage, are you not? Edmund Luxord, if I’m not mistaken.”

“You aren’t. Edmund is my name,” the man said. “And I am an archsage.”

“…I take it you were reading my mind?” I asked. Edmund remained silent. “What did you mean? We really are the same? What did you mean by that?”

“On the outside, we are different, perhaps. Our abilities differ, yes,” Edmund said. “But on the inside, Karatenmon. We are the same, really. We are both living beings created by Goddess Arcadia. Digimon and Humans will never be able to separate from each other. We are the same, really, and it is only when that is recognized that our next evolution will begin.”

“Next…evolution…You mean…us?”

“Yes. We, who carry the Mark, have been considered by some to be the perfect beings, and not an accident,” Edmund continued. “You and I contain traits of both races. I have a Digimon’s longevity and strength. You, Karatenmon…you have the sensibilities of a Human.”

“…Sensibilities?” I asked. “Tell me, Edmund…what good are they?!”

“More so than you might think, Karatenmon. Sure, a Digimon can learn sensibilities, and many with ease, but Humans are born with them. You see, Karatenmon, this is why Humans are often referred to as the Children of Wisdom while the Digimon are referred to as the Children of Strength by many ancient historians. With the thinking, sensibilities, and wisdom of a Human, Karatenmon, you are able to see things differently than even us Humans who have the Mark. Take what you were thinking earlier, about how you felt that we have all been abandoned by the Goddess. However…I suspect that is not what you truly think.”

“…You are right,” I said. “The Goddess would never abandon those she created. It is us who have abandoned Arcadia. We foolish, selfish creations of hers…”

“…Why haven’t you tried fighting me yet?” Edmund asked.

“I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not again…I can’t fight another Marked any more. I’ve done too much of that already today.”

“I thought all you knights were all about following orders and kissing ass.”

“Don’t misunderstand, Edmund; I am no knight…like Leopardmon. I am an assassin. We are…superior to the knights where I come from. We answer directly to King Desmond of the Cyllene continent,” I said.

“Directly to the king…Yes…So as I was told,” Edmund said. “Karatenmon…just imagine the look on your king’s face when he realizes that his oh so precious assassination unit has itself been assassinated.”

“…You’re prepared to kill me?” I asked.

“Only if you are prepared to do the same to me, Karatenmon.”

“…I hate to break it to you, Edmund…But I am…not.” I held up my sword, and dropped it to the ground. “Edmund…I told you. I cannot fight another Marked today…or any day after that.”

“You’re…surrendering?” Edmund asked.

“I am. But I ask this of you, Edmund Luxord; if you see any of the Order…do not tell them I…decided to desert them for this reason.”
“…I promise…Karatenmon,” Edmund said. “I wish thee luck, wherever it is you decide to go from here…my fellow Marked.”


“…Karatenmon has left us,” I said.

“He has? How do you know?” Analetta asked. My lover turned to lay on her side, and looked deep into my eyes. The two of us lay on one of the beds of the house the Rebuke emptied. We were both under the soft, fleece quilt…and we were both naked.

“He has been unhappy for the longest time now. I have always felt like he would one day leave the Rebuke…and now, I feel his presence growing smaller. He’s leaving us, my love.”

“…Should we find him?” Analetta asked.

“No. We must focus on our mission…to kill as many insurgents as we can while on Arcadia,” I said. “Phelesmon, Devimon, and LadyDevimon have all perished as well; we can simply tell Desmond that Karatenmon has fallen in battle as well.”

“…I simply can’t bring myself to be mad at Karatenmon; I just want him to be happy, you know?” Analetta asked.

“You’ve always had such a gentle little heart, Annie,” I said. “I love you.”

“Drask…I love you too…”

“You love me…but?” Her hand was resting on my chest. She gently clenched her dainty and slender fingers. “But…you also love Carmillamon...”

“…Yes…I am…confused…How…am I able to love you both, Drask? Both Human and Digimon? Both man and woman? I don't understand…”

“…It matters to me not if you crave the same sex, or even the opposite race. What matters to me is that you love me, or that you say you do, and I would like very much to keep hearing you say it…to just me…and only me…” I rose from the bed. A small snap of my fingers, and my clothes instantly materialized around me. “Analetta…I will…prove my love to you…I will destroy all who oppose us…all in the name of King Desmond, but more importantly…you.”

I took a quick look back at her. The sheets of my bed were wrapped around her slender waist, covering the lower half of her naked body. Everything there was to see, I made sure to see it, for I knew that this could very well be the last time I laid eyes on my sweet, beautiful Analetta. My eyes went up and down each and every rise and fall of the soft, voluptuous rise and fall of her slender yet curvaceous body. Her flat stomach, rising and falling with each quiet breath, and her deep navel, partially covered by the bed sheets. Her long and silky hair, flowing endlessly down her back like molten gold. Her soft and enticing breasts that she rarely made secret of to me. Her endlessly deep and endlessly beautiful crimson eyes that seemed to stare into the very soul of those who saw them. All of this I saw when I turned back, but the one thing I wished to see above all else, the thing I did not see, eluded my gaze…the sight of her beautiful smile.


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Chapter 45 - Love and Blood


For Analetta…I will fulfill my duty. I will slaughter them all. And we shall both feast on their blood! Five tall figures had appeared before me. It was the five knights from Valencia. Five ordinary Humans, with none of them bearing the Mark.

“You mean to fight me?” I asked.

“That’s why we’re here,” Siebold sighed.

“I’ve already defeated Leopardmon hours ago,” I said. The eyes of the knights widened.

“…You’re lying,” Alena said.

“I’ve no reason to lie about such a thing. And besides, I am a very honest man,” I replied. “I told Leopardmon that I feed on the blood of the Humans and Digimon I slay. It is my only source of nourishment, really.”

“A vampire, huh?” Siebold asked. I shrugged.

“More or less. A few differences here and there, but…for all practical purposes, yes; I am essentially a vampire.”

“But you aren’t immortal, are you?” Wikstrom asked.

“No, I am far from immortal. We all are. You see, there is no such thing as eternal life. Not even Goddess Arcadia could be considered truly ‘immortal.’”

“And what about that blonde girl that was with you?” Alena asked. “Is she like you, too?”

“Yes…If all goes as planned, we will both feed on your blood. And she will gorge herself on your blood first of all…” I poked the knight known as Charlotte in her big, soft belly with the tip of my cane. “Yes…plenty of blood here alone. She will have a glorious feast.”

“You will die here and now!” Siebold snapped. The mage knight fired a blast of electricity from his hand, missing my head by a few inches.

“You…are a mage, I see. The blood of spellcasters tastes dreadful,” I said. The knight Alena charged at me, wildly swinging at me with her shortsword. “You, my lovely…you have such a fierce look in your eyes. The blood of ladies like you is the sweetest!” I swung my own sword, striking the knight in the shoulder. I quickly licked up the blood that spilled onto my sword. “Yes…I shall try to keep you alive as long as I am able to…Just as I thought; your blood is sweeter than the reddest of wines.” Charlotte charged at me next, swinging her lance at me faster than her appearance would suggest. “But it lacks a certain…something that I’m certain this young lady has!” I struck Charlotte in the arm, drawing even more blood for me to drink and enjoy. “Yes…even better than Dame Alena’s! You, Dame Alena, I shall have to fatten up. It shall further enhance the richness of the flavor! And Dame Charlotte shall grow even fatter still!” Pherania swung her massive axe, striking me in the shoulder.

“You will never hurt another one of us again!” Wikstrom shouted, running towards me as Pherania tore her axe across my chest. Wikstrom jabbed his sword at me, but I kicked Pherania back, nearly skewering her on her fellow knight’s weapon. From the corner of my eye, I could see Siebold madly flipping through the pages of his spellbook.

“Well…mage blood tastes awful, but it does contain certain nutrients that you can’t get from the blood of normal people!” I jabbed my sword deep into Siebold’s gut, making the knight drop his spellbook onto the ground. I removed my weapon and licked it clean. “Very bitter…it’s like the vegetable of blood, mage blood is.”

“SIEBOLD!!!” Wikstrom began furiously attacking me in unison with Pherania.

“…This is too easy!” Wikstrom and Pherania held their weapons, ready to strike, when I jumped back at the last second. Pherania, with her massive axe in a single hand, fell off balance. I grabbed Wikstrom’s wrist and jabbed his sword into Pherania’s arm as I jabbed my own sword into Wikstrom’s chest. I glanced down, and saw Alena’s and Charlotte’s weapons at my neck. Both of them were beginning to breathe heavily from the blood they had lost earlier. “Are you sure you’re both up to this?”

“You hurt…our friends,” Alena said. The hand holding her shortsword was trembling, but Alena never lost her grip.

Bearing with the pain to stop the man who hurt her friends. How admirable…

“We won’t let you get away with what you’ve done,” Charlotte huffed. “Siebold and Wikstrom aren’t dead…but we won’t let you—”

“Kill them? Well then, by all means, try to stop me!”

“Black Aura Blast!” The lance and the shortsword retracted immediately. I looked up just in time to see Leopardmon high up in the sky, ready to attack. Ready to kill. I embraced the pain as I was consumed by the dark energy of Leopardmon’s attack.

I…have no regrets. Because I lived my life…my way. Farewell, Analetta…my love…I fell to the ground, scorched and burned. My sword shattered to thousands of pieces. Blood came out in a small trickle from my mouth. But I was not dead. I gazed up into the infinite darkness of the night sky, and then into the bright emerald eyes of Leopardmon.

“You said I couldn’t defeat you, monster. And yet, there you lie, inches from death,” Leopardmon said.

“…Good show, Leopardmon. That was very well done,” I said. My overcoat was nearly burned all the way off my person. With great effort, I stood up and faced the Exalted Knight.

“Do you have any final words, Drask?” Leopardmon’s rapier was pressed against my neck.

“…I would like to see Analetta…one last time,” I said. “When I left her, I…I didn’t get to see her smile…”

“And you expect me to just let you go?!” Leopardmon yelled.

“Well, why not? You see what condition I’m in. I can barely stand. I’m covered in terrible burns. I haven’t any weapons. Even if I did have a hidden knife, it would have shared the same fate as my shattered blade. As I am now…I couldn’t even be a threat to a young child. I might even die on my way to see her.”

“…Fine. Go. Get out of my sight, monster.”

“Leopardmon!” Alena gasped.

“He tells the truth, my dear. He is in no shape to harm another. And he will…die…very soon.”

“I appreciate your generosity, Sir Leopardmon. Your mercy is without equal. By your leave, I excuse myself.” I bowed to the tall Mega, and turned away. I could hear them arguing amongst themselves, but I did not lie. I had no intention fighting any more today…or for the rest of what life I had left. I walked past the entrance of a peaceful and lovely forest path, completely enclosed by trees. The cool air was a great relief to the burns covering my body. The rustling of leaves was a soothing noise, as was the slow trickle of a nearby stream or river. I quickened my pace as much as my shaking legs would allow, impatiently awaiting Analetta’s smile upon my return. “Analetta…I’ll be home soon. Just wait a little longer, my love…”

“Oh, I’m afraid she’ll be waiting a bit longer than you’d like, Drask.”

“…Carmillamon?!” I looked around, trying to find the Ultimate Digimon. Carmillamon stepped out from the trees with a malicious smile on her face. “Carmillamon…is there something I can help you with?”

“Don’t play dumb, Drask. You and I both knew it would always come to this,” Carmillamon whispered.

“What are you talking—” A sharp dagger dove into my chest. Carmillamon’s fingers were wrapped around the hilt.

“I’m afraid only one of us can have Analetta, dear Drask. It would be most unfair of us both to simply share her as if she were an object. She is a living being,” Carmillamon said. “And I…will be the one to be with her.” The Fallen Angel forcible pulled the dagger from my chest, and thrust its blade into my neck. I knew I had only seconds to live, so I forced my mind to think solely of Analetta as Carmillamon placed her lips on the side of my neck. Her sharp fangs piercing my neck was the last thing I remembered.


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Chapter 46 - Conquest


I shouldn’t have let him go…I shouldn’t have let him go alone! I paced back and forth in a hallway of the house the Rebuke had taken. Ghoulmon and SkullSatamon were watching me from the living room.

“Geez, Anal, yer gonna make a groove in the floor if ya keep walkin’ like that!” SkullSatamon barked.

“I can’t help it…I’m worried about Drask,” I whispered. “And don’t call me ‘Anal!’”

“Aw, it’s all in good fun, lassie!”

“Don’t torment the poor dame,” Ghoulmon said. “It’s bad enough she’s torn between Drask and Carmillamon without you being…you!”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” SkullSatamon snapped.

“Silence! I grow weary of you,” Ghoulmon sighed.

Man, I never can tell if those two are best friends or best enemies! At least Ghoulmon is nice to me...

“Take this!” SkullSatamon swung his staff but Ghoulmon ducked, and SkullSatamon struck a lamp, shattering it to pieces. SkullSatamon swung again, nearly hitting me before striking Ghoulmon.

“Hey, watch where you’re swinging that thing!” I shrieked as Carmillamon burst through the front door.

Both of you, knock it off!” the Fallen Angel screamed. SkullSatamon and Ghoulmon instantly snapped to attention, saluting Carmillamon as she entered the living room. “Ghoulmon, what are you still doing here?! You have orders to kill!”

“I apologize, Second Lieutenant Carmillamon!” Ghoulmon exclaimed. “Lieutenant Analetta seemed most distressed, so I chose to remain behind with her to ensure that she was all right!”

“Really? Well, that was very sweet of you,” Carmillamon replied, speaking in a much gentler tone. “You run along now; Mephistomon and Phelesmon were also given orders to slay innocents with you while Devimon and LadyDevimon were ordered to deal with those nuisances.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Ghoulmon said, leaving the room without another word.

“And you, SkullSatamon!” Carmillamon snapped, startling the Undead Digimon. “You…you go and keep guard outside. Those who resisted us are liable to find us; if they come here, destroy them!”

“Oh, yes, of course!” SkullSatamon saluted, and followed after Ghoulmon, but not before muttering, “Of course; give me the boring job, why don’tcha…” SkullSatamon closed the door behind him, leaving me alone with Carmillamon.

“…Are you okay, Carmillamon? You seem a bit…bloated,” I said, looking at her slightly rounded midsection. “Why is your belly distended like that?”

“Huh? Oh; I just killed someone a few minutes ago,” Carmillamon smiled. “Their blood was so delicious, I just couldn’t help myself; I just kept drinking until nothing was left!” In a seductive manner, Carmillamon walked up to me and placed her lips against my cheek. “It’s really starting to ache quite a bit, Annie…Perhaps you could…rub…me?” she whispered seductively. I said nothing. “…You worried about Drask, aren’t you…”

“…I’m sorry…I can’t help it,” I said, fighting back tears as best as I could.

“Well…I’m afraid I have some bad news, then.” Carmillamon pulled away from me. She stepped a few paces away, and looked me straight in the eye. “Soooo…Drask is dead,” Carmillamon said nervously. I remained silent and stayed unmoving. I soon found Carmillamon’s hand resting against my cheek, an act which raised my head slightly to look into her eyes.

“I…don’t know what to do…how to feel,” I admitted as Carmillamon lead me into Drask’s bedroom. “I loved him…but I also love…you…Tell me. Tell me who it was who murdered Drask! Tell me who took him away from me!”

“Drask…was murdered by the swordswoman named Eleanora; the one bearing the Mark on her belly,” Carmillamon said. “She and her Digimon ruthlessly and savagely attacked him even after he could no longer stand.”

“But he is gone now. The dead do not come back to life. He’s gone, Analetta, and you won’t ever see him again. You are now completely alone in this world…except for me…” With a quick snap of her shoulders, Carmillamon shimmied out of her long, red dress and sat down naked on the bed behind her, kicking off her red high heels. I stared transfixed at her body. A surge of ecstasy flowed through my body, and I did as she did, though much less refined; I savagely tore my dress apart until I wore nothing and joined the seductive Digimon. Lips pressed against lips, belly pressed against belly, breasts pressed against soft breasts. It was not until after the deed was done that I realized that we made love, right then and there, on Drask’s bed.


As the full moon closed in on the very center of the deep navy sky, I began to notice what I thought at first to be a trick of the light. But now, I could clearly see it; the moon was beginning to turn red.

“What does this mean?” I asked. “Could the Rebuke be winning this war…? Are they…killing my friends? Is there anyone left alive?!”

“You should not be worrying about others.” The voice startled me. Above me flew a Digimon with a single eye as red as the moon. “Once I, Ghoulmon, defeat you, your little alliance of fighters should fall like a ripened fruit!” I held up my sheathed blade, and stared down the descending Ghoulmon. “What…you aren’t even going to draw your weapon? Are you giving up already?”

“Wild God’s Thrust!” As soon as Ghoulmon landed on the grass before me, I charged him, jabbing him in the eye with the tip of my sheathed sword.

“Arrgh! You bastard! Death Arrow!” Ghoulmon opened up his claws, revealing two more blood-red eyes on each of his palms.

“Primary Tactic!” The twin cannons on my back flipped over, and fired two immense energy blasts into Ghoulmon’s hands before he could attack. The Demon Lord fell onto his back, howling in pain. I walked up to him, and rammed my foot into his chest and the tip of my sword onto an arm. “Now then, Ghoulmon; it seems you don’t have a chance of winning…wouldn’t you say?”

“Explosion Eye!” I sighed.

“Ultimate Tactic!” The butt end of my sheath began to glow with a luminescent and pearly white radiance. I slashed downwards and once more struck Ghoulmon in the eye. This time, however, instead of merely poking him, I pushed down as hard as I could, skewering his eye. Ghoulmon was now shrieking with shear agony. “Ghoulmon…perhaps you’d care to answer a few questions I have. Tell me…why has it been decided that Cyllene would invade Arcadia?! Tell me!”

“I…I…I’m not entirely certain,” Ghoulmon stammered. “Desmond has always desired more land, so some say he never gave up from that time fifteen years ago! And trust me; with the Goddess’ Rebuke helping out this time, they will succeed!”

“‘They?’ Who exactly is ‘they?’” I asked.

“…King Desmond’s most trusted generals,” Ghoulmon said, beginning to laugh. “Eliza the Black General. Augustus Maxwell, the Blue General. And finally…the commander of the Rebuke…Agamemnon, the Green General. Heh heh heh…You might defeat me, Tactimon…but if you were to fight someone as powerful as General Agamemnon…you wouldn’t last a second. And some say that Augustus, even when unarmed, is even stronger…even deadlier than Agamemnon with his sword! A killer to the core, that Augustus! Able to kill Mega level Digimon with ease, he is!” My fingers tightened around the hilt of my blade, and I yanked it out of Ghoulmon’s now-empty eye socket; the eye dangled on the edge of my sheath.

“…Is there anything else that you can tell me?” I asked, removing my foot from his chest.

“One more thing…THIS ATTACK WILL BE THE ONE TO SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL, TACTIMON!” Ghoulmon jumped up and into the air, poised to attack. Remaining calm, I held up my hand.
“Star Splitter!” Ghoulmon instantly froze. His body began shining brightly, and soon Ghoulmon’s body vanished from sight, hidden by an explosion of light. At long last, the Demon Lord was no more. “…A Human who can go head-to-head with a Mega level Digimon…Just how powerful is this Augustus Maxwell?” I pondered.

Augustus Maxwell
Cyllene Imperial Continent

My heart immediately sank upon entering the dim, musky room. The other two generals, Eliza and Agamemnon, were not exactly what you would call “good company.” To be fair, Eliza was rather easy on the eyes, but she spoke in a dull, monotoned voice that was reflected by her personality. Agamemnon, on the other hand, while being a fair and honorable warrior who would never hurt an innocent, was just about as rude and cruel as they came. Their two subordinates were no better. Eeno, Eliza’s subordinate, had a sadistic and creepy smile on his face at all times. Barbamon, Agamemnon’s subordinate, shared all of the negative traits as his superior officer.

Wonder how I ended up so lucky, then. I glanced back, taking note of my own subordinate, UlforceVeedramon. While it could be said that the personality of the Exalted Knight didn’t enable him to stand out in a crowd, being quiet and shy, this always came as a huge relief to me whenever I had to attend a meeting with the other generals. His lack of a stand-out personality really stood out in a place where everyone else was either cruel, perverted, or whatever.

“…Took ya’ long enough, Blue General Augustus,” Agamemnon grunted.

“Forgive my tardiness. The messenger had only arrived at my door mere moments before, Green General Agamemnon,” I replied. “It won’t happen again, sir.”

“Yeah, it won’t…Not after I burn that messenger to a crisp!” Barbamon cackled.

“Why was this meeting called?” UlforceVeedramon asked.

“It is only a simple discussion about the upcoming invasion of the Arcadia continent,” Eliza answered.

“So, are we all to agree that, in a month’s time, if the Rebuke ain’t back yet, we’re all to get on over to that trash continent?” Agamemnon asked.

“Ah, that’s so boring! Why can’t we just go now?!” Eeno asked. “I wanna slit some throats and touch some girls!”

Every time he speaks, I get chills up and down my spine…

“We can’t go yet, because the order has yet to be given,” I said.

“Augustus makes an excellent point,” Eliza said. “Though it is King Desmond’s wish, we cannot go on and invade without order of the king.”

“Yeah, but it’ll happen any time, now,” Agamemnon added. “So, just in case, we oughta draw up a plan er somethin’ fer when we get there, right?” The Green General laid out a map of the continent of Arcadia across a wooden table. “There’re four provinces, right? But only one of ‘em is populated by Humans; Celosia. Celosia’s got five different territories in it, each of ‘em led by a king ‘er somethin’.”

…We really are going through with this…This mad, mad conquest that is doomed to failure. The door behind me opened, and in walked one of the castle’s maids, Amber. In general, the maids at Cyllene Castle were surprisingly well-treated, with the sole exception of Amber. Amber was a slave, captured during Cyllene’s previous invasion to Arcadia. As such, she was abused at every opportunity by the other two generals and their subordinates, in addition to more or else every last soldier in the imperial army. Though covered in cuts, bruises, and dirt, Amber never lost her smile, like now, when she began serving tea to the generals.

“Now, I think we should target this place…here,” Agamemnon pointed to an area marked ‘Valneva.’ “It seems that this place here is the head of the five territories.”

“…I don’t think that’s right,” Amber interjected. “I remember that Valencia is the head—”

“Was I talkin’ to you, cupcake?!” Agamemnon snapped.

“…No, sir…”

“Then keep yer purdy lil’ trap shut…Or somethin’s liable to fly into it!”

“Llllike mmmmmyyyyyyy ccccooooccckkkk,” Eeno sneered.

“Well…I was thinkin’ somethin’ a lil’ bigger…But I guess that…could work,” Agamemnon pondered, earning him a snicker from Eliza and Barbamon, and the middle finger from Eeno.

“The slave wasn’t wrong, though,” Barbamon said. “Valencia is the capital of Celosia; particularly, the city of Yew, where the King and Queen reside. It has been said that Valencia’s military is the strongest of all five.”

“Is that so…Well, it’s purdy landlocked, so maybe we oughta go fer Shendu or Cherifia, then,” Agamemnon said.

“Wherever we go…we shall succeed,” Eliza said.

I wonder…Will we really be successful? If we go through with such a pathetic conquest…


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Chapter 47 - Schrezo di Notte


Just my rotten luck; stuck keepin’ guard at this goddessforasken house when I could be out having a good time slaughtering some innocents! Stupid Carmillamon, bossing me around like that; who does she think she is?! From atop the roof, I looked down at the house. Man; bet she and Anal are having’ some good sex down there. Bet she and Anal are…having anal! Gwahahaha! Wouldn’t mind getting in between those two at the moment, show ‘em me Bone Blaster…

“Monster! I’ve found you!” The shout startled me. I nearly lost my balance and fell off the roof of our hideaway. I looked down and saw the leader of Lachesis, the one known as Ulysses Melchett, standing, glaring up at me. Behind him was the Digimon Andromon, and a man who looked and smelled like a blacksmith.

“Well, well…and I thought this was going to be a boring shift!” I jumped down off the roof, and smiled at the three. “There’s nothing I hate absolutely more than keeping guard! Keep me entertained, you three!”

“Battle us, you should not,” Andromon said. “Too strong for you, we are!”

“Wayland, you go—”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it; go and hide,” the blacksmith interrupted, cutting of Ulysses.

“Enough talk! Now…we fight! Nail Bone!”

“Lightning Blade!” Andromon’s attack intercepted my own, resulting in an explosion. Two missiles flew through the smoke of the explosion, and struck me in the head.

“Well, that was certainly cheap!” I spat, flying at the Ultimate.

“Reload, Talosmon!” I halted my flight at once.

Talosmon?! No, not…the Bronze Giant?! Is it him?! To my fear, the Digimon I thought of turned out to be the one called forth by Ulysses. Talosmon was even more massive than I had dared imagined.

“Talosmon…destroy this monster!” Ulysses exclaimed.

“Understood! Titan Inferno!” Talosmon’s sword turned to fire as the massive Digimon cleaved through my staff, which promptly burned to cinders. I could only look on in awe as the towering Mega prepared to attack me.

“Shattered Dreams!” An unseen force instantly forced Talosmon back a few steps. At my side was Carmillamon, and behind me, Analetta. “Don’t tell me you can’t handle yourself against such opponents…SkullSatamon.”

“Shut yer trap!” I snapped.

“SkullSatamon, I order you to leave,” Carmillamon said firmly. “You don’t have your weapon anymore, and we can’t afford to suffer any more losses. You’re useless. Don’t get in my way!”

“…Yeah, fine. Whatever…” Rolling my eyes at my superior, I turned my back on Talosmon and ran for the forest behind our house. Jeez, it’s harder workin’ my way through these damn trees without my staff! After working my way through a dense thicket, I found a clearing in the forest.

“Running is futile.” I jumped, and turned to see Ulysses standing behind me. The old man held out his claymore, and shot me a fierce glare.

“Y—You don’t scare me!” I snickered. “No Human can beat me — even without my weapon, I’m too strong for you!”

“Is that so…” Ulysses glared at me for a few more seconds, and then rushed at me, cleaving all the way through my body with his sword.
“W—What…?! But…how?!” I tried to turn my skull for one final glance at the man who killed me, but my head falling off was the last thing I remembered before darkness surrounded me.


Ulysses is a real genius, I thought. He really deserves the title of “The King.” Fusing Andromon and Talosmon together to create Jupitermon on the fly like that…He must have planned this some time ago, and fusing a Digimon as large and powerful as Talosmon with another Digimon must not have been easy to do.

“So, a member of the Olympus XII was created by a Human,” Carmillamon smirked, staring up at the newly created Jupitermon.

“You know who I am…and yet you still mean to face me in battle? You are a fool, witch,” Jupitermon said, glowing in a bright light. “Jupitermon Mode Change to, Wrath Mode!” The weapons in the God Man's hand’s merged into one titanic blade that vaguely resembled the claymore of Ulysses.

“…Analetta, darling; go and seek out the one who killed your beloved Drask,” Carmillamon said. “I can take care of him.”

“Yes; the swordswoman Eleanora is responsible for his death,” Analetta said spitefully.

Eleanora? She was successful against one of them? I’m glad she’s okay, then. Analetta gave Carmillamon a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving.

“Wide Plasment!” Jupitermon held his sword up high, and brought it down to the ground where Carmillamon had been only seconds before.

“Shattered Dreams!” From the air, Carmillamon held up her hand, but nothing seemed to happen.

“Your attack is useless. If I were the real Jupitermon, and not a composite…it would work,” Jupitermon said. “I am Talosmon at my base…but I was fused with Andromon, a man turned Digimon by force…a Digimon lacking a heart. Therefore, as a result, now that I have fused with Andromon, I have no heart, just as he does.”

“A Digimon without a heart?! How is that possible?! Even Machine Digimon have hearts!” Carmillamon exclaimed.

“I cannot claim to understand the situation. But…though Andromon does not have the physical organ that pumps blood…he, in a sense, does have one. At least, compared to you heartless assassins! You, who would kill the innocent solely for the enjoyment of killing! Wide Plasment!” Once again, Jupitermon swung his sword, and once more, he just barely missed Carmillamon.

“Well…it seems that this fighting is getting us nowhere,” Carmillamon said. “I shall take my leave of you, then.” Carmillamon snapped her fingers, and vanished in an instant.

“…She got away,” I sighed.

“Do not worry, Wayland. It is as she said; there could have been no conclusion to that battle,” Jupitermon said. “My attacks could not hit her, but her attacks could not hurt me.”

“Well, you did your best.” I turned my head, and saw Ulysses approaching us. “I thank you for trying, my dear old friend.” Jupitermon nodded, and turned back into Talosmon and Andromon. “Also, I was able to kill SkullSatamon.”

“Spoke to Flamedramon earlier, I did,” Andromon said. “Able to defeat LadyDevimon, he and Abigail were.”

“Yeah, and I saw Mia and Elizabeth a little bit before joining up with you, boss,” I said. “Said they were both able to kill Devimon.”

“…I wonder how many of those monsters are left, then,” Ulysses said.

“Carmillamon said something about Drask being dead,” I said. “There should be at most six left by now.”


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Chapter 48 - Anguish

Eleanora Kasuto

“Matthew, aren’t you tired?” I asked. “It’s pretty late; don’t you want to stop and take a rest?”

“I’ve rested all day. I’m fine, El,” my twin replied.

“We’re all fine; we just need to know what we’re going to do about the Goddess’ Rebuke,” Sparrow said.

“You mean, other than kick their asses?” Coronamon asked.

“I think he means how we’re going to do so…If we are able to do so at all,” Hawkmon replied.

“Don’t say that!” Lunamon shouted. “We can’t think things like that, or else we really won’t be able to win! And we have to be able to win…We can’t afford to lose, with what’s at stake…because if we lose…then lots of people are going to die…”

“Lunamon…” I picked up the tiny Rookie and hugged her tightly. “We’ll be okay…We will. Somehow…we’ll get out of this okay.”

“…I’m so happy to hear you say that…”

“Zelda!” I smiled. “Oh, I’m sorry…Auntie Zelda…”

“No, Zelda’s fine, dear,” the blonde replied. “Oh, I’m so happy to see that you’re both all right, Eleanora…Matthew…”

“Did something happen?” I asked.

“No, no…Well, Abigail was able to kill LadyDevimon, and…well…I guess I just got a little worried about the two of you, seeing how powerful that LadyDevimon was,” Zelda said.

“We haven’t fought any of them yet, but I’m not sure what we’d do about them when we do find them,” Coronamon said.

“Coronamon…that reminds me; you used to be Apollomon, right?” Zelda asked.

“I believe so, yes. Why?”

“…You don’t…remember me, do you?”

“Sorry, lovely; don’t remember much from my past life. I think I may have been a leader or…something like that…”

“Yes; you were the leader of Lachesis five-hundred years ago, and a great leader at that. You and Dianamon were killed in the same battle about one-hundred and fifty years after I joined Lachesis, and…not…not much longer…after my husband died…” Zelda’s eyes began to fill with tears.

“Auntie, don’t cry…” I placed my hand over her shoulder and pulled her into a hug.

“You were married?” Hawkmon asked. “I was wondering why you weren’t hitting on her, Sparrow.”

“Yeah…it’s taken every ounce of self-control, and then some,” Sparrow said, staring at Zelda. “So…beautiful…Just…breathtaking…But she’s still got the ring, so…yeah…”

“Oh…well…Tommy always said that he didn’t mind if I remarried after he died, because he didn’t want me to be lonely…But I can’t even muster up the courage to take off the ring,” Zelda said, looking at the silver ring around her slender finger. “He was the first real Human who was ever genuinely kind to me, even after he found out about the Mark…”

“…A curse from the Goddess, it’s called,” I whispered.

“I certainly felt as though I was cursed…I hope…you and Matthew haven’t been demonized like I was in my childhood,” Zelda said.

“Well, if we were, I don’t remember it happening,” Matthew said.

“Did…did anybody ever hurt you?” I asked.

“…Everyone I’ve ever met in my childhood…even my own mother…She was the worst of them all,” Zelda said in a surprisingly spiteful tone. “She’d get drunk, and when she’d come home, she’d…hit me…beat me…One time, she went as far as cutting the skin off the back of my hand…to get rid of the Mark. All because my father ran out on us as soon as I was born. He couldn’t handle being the father of two Marked…He himself bore the Mark, as did my mother and older sister, Hannah. I never even got to see his face; I never even heard his name. Hannah didn’t know, and I was too scared of my mother to ask her.”

That’s…the complete opposite of our parents, back when they were still alive…

“Our parents…Our mother…she was a lot like you, Zelda,” Matthew said. “Before they were killed by bandits, they always made certain that Ellie and I were safe and happy.”

“…I’m happy to hear that,” Zelda smiled, and turned her head to look at Sparrow. “And what about you, young man? What’s your story?”

“Me? Uh…I’m hot for your daughter?” Sparrow said. I rolled my eyes. “Uh…I don’t have the Mark, if that’s what you’re wondering, though…”

“He just flirts with every cute girl he sees,” Matthew said.

“Hey, I’m only Human! Cut me some slack, lil’ buddy!” Sparrow exclaimed.

“…Obviously, he is younger than me and El, but even still, he’s like a big brother to me,” Matthew continued.

“And now look at you! When I first met you, you were so afraid of every girl you saw, you couldn’t even talk to sweet, harmless little Larraine!”

“Ever since that thief, Lira, stole my lucky rock…my only keepsake of my mother…I’ve just felt this…I don’t know…I’ve just felt a lot…braver…ever since she took it,” Matthew said.

“I wonder why she took it; it was just a rock,” I said. “…Wasn’t it?”

“It didn’t seem like a precious gemstone when I held it; just like an ordinary rock.”

“…What color was it?” Zelda asked.

“It was green. Why?” I asked.

“…Nothing. Never mind.”

…I wonder what she’s thinking…Could it have been more than a rock? Nah, don’t be stupid, El. A rock is just a rock…

“Who’s there?!” Hawkmon shouted, breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked up, and my heart skipped a beat. One of the Goddess’ Rebuke was approaching us.

“…Analetta,” I whispered.

“…Eleanora…you…You were the one,” Analetta whispered through clenched teeth. “You were the one who killed my beloved Drask…Give him back. Give him back to me!”

“Whoa, what are you talking about?! I haven’t killed anyone from the Rebuke…yet!” I exclaimed.

“SILENCE! Give him back….Give my Drask back to me!” The maddened swordswoman charged at me, madly swinging her blood-stained sword at me as I desperately tried to block with my own.

“Lunamon, help!” I screamed.

“Lunamon Digivolve to, Lekismon!”

“Coronamon Digivolve to, Firamon!”

“Digi Armor Energize!”

“Hawkmon Armor Digivolve to, Moosemon, the Prongs of Hope!”

“Come forth, Greymon!” The sight of the four Digimon halted Analetta’s attack, but instead of a look of fear on her face, there was only grief.

“…You think you can stop me?! I’ve killed many Digimon stronger than any of you!” Firamon attacked first, but was stopped midair by Analetta’s sword, piercing the Beast in the shoulder. Moosemon and Lekismon attacked next, but they too were struck by Analetta’s blade. All three of the Digimon turned back into their Rookie forms.

“Nova Blast!” At the last second, Analetta backflipped and jumped onto Greymon’s head, thrusting the tip of her sword deep into the Digimon Spirit’s skull. At once, Greymon disappeared from sight, and Analetta gracefully landed on the grass. Her deep, crimson eyes were fixated on mine in a spiteful glare.

“Give him back…Give…Drask…back to me!” With tears streaming down her face, the blonde once more rushed me, quickly jabbing her sword at me. An arrow flew past the woman’s head without her notice. Then, another and yet another until one finally struck Analetta in the hip. She let out a shriek as it pierced her skin, and I took the opportunity to slash my own sword across her neck. Analetta fell to her back and into a puddle of her own blood.

“Analetta…I did not kill Drask,” I whispered. “I…I am…sorry…for your loss…but I was not the one who killed him.” The dying swordswoman tried to speak, but only coughed up a spurt of blood. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword, and in one clean motion, Analetta threw her weapon at Matthew. As soon as she sat up, I plunged my sword into her chest, killing her the instant her sword left her hand, which missed my twin by only a few inches. “…Let’s go. We should get out of here…before they find her body.”
“…Such a shame, though,” Sparrow said. “Damn beautiful girl…Shame it was our job to murder her. Such a waste…”


Hmm…The moon is beginning to descend. I looked up in the sky. The reddened moon that signified the presence of our group was slowly descending down the sky, towards the west. The shade of red was gradually turning a pale pink. “…That must mean most of us are gone,” I pondered. Maybe I shouldn’t have killed Drask…And not just for the fact that I’m still bloated with over a gallon of blood of his in my stomach... “…I can feel…their presences,” I murmured. “Only two of the Rebuke…remains…Analetta…please…Please still be alive…I can’t…I can’t live without you!” I quickened my pace, growing more and more frantic with each passing second until I came to a clearing in the forest. Near the middle of the clearing was a body. Still, and soaked in blood. “…Analetta…” My knees gave out as I approached the unmoving corpse of my lover. Her face was pale. There was a huge gash across her throat, and a stab wound in the middle of her chest. I reached out to gently stroke her sweet face, and closed her open eyes. “…Analetta…why…Why did you…have to…die? Why…Why?!”

“Because you sent her to die.” Behind me, Mephistomon had alighted to the ground, staring coldly at me.

“Mephistomon…what are you saying?!” I screamed. “It’s…my fault…Analetta’s dead?!”

“Yes, it is. You are the one who killed Drask, and yet you pinned his cold-blooded murder on the swordswoman, Eleanora,” Mephistomon said. “Analetta went to fight her out of revenge…and was killed in doing so.” I shook my head in disbelief.


“You are responsible for the death of two in our circle, Carmillamon. If the king were to find out about this…he might be liable to see it as treason,” Mephistomon continued. “You and I are the only survivors. We can’t afford to lose either of us. We must both stay alive to fulfill King Desmond’s wishes of glory and conquest.”


“…We were all fond of her, Carmillamon. You and Drask enjoyed her in a romantic and sexual manner, but the other seven of us liked her, too. I am as saddened by her death as you are,” Mephistomon said. “Make no mistake…I will find the one responsible for Anna’s death. I will bring you the head of Eleanora Kasuto, madam.”


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Chapter 49 - The Divine Right of Kings


“This is the longest I’ve ever seen you awake,” Quetzalmon said.

“I know…I feel like we’ve been flying for hours,” I yawned.

“Correction; I have been flying for hours. You’ve only been awake for about three minutes,” Quetzalmon replied. “You have been sleep-flying most of the time.”

“Really? Shit, I didn’t know I could do that…”

“Just keep your eyes open, will ya?! I don’t wanna have to fight one of those Rebuke guys all by myself!”

“You won’t. I’ll fight this one all on my own.”

“This one? What do you—”

“Black Sabbath.” A wave of dark energy shot across the sky. I was able to weave up and out of the way, but Quetzalmon was not so lucky. The attack hit him, and he fell straight to the ground, unconscious.

“Hey, hey…That was a bit excessive there, pal,” I said. A tall Digimon flew up to me and looked me straight in the eye.

“You are not my concern, dragon,” Mephistomon said. “I seek only Eleanora Kasuto. I seek…to remove her head.”

“You do, huh? Well, I hate to break it to ya, but if you take her head off, she might die.”

“I know. That is why I seek to remove it and present it to my master.”

“…V-Wing Blade!” Before Mephistomon could react, I spread my wings and fired off my most powerful attack, striking the Fallen Angel dead on.

“Damn it; didn’t even give me a warning…You’re a bit of an odd one, aren’t you?” Mephistomon asked.

“Nah; just lazy.”

“Well, it seems I shall have to take this battle seriously, then. Dark Cloud!”

“Twister Saber!” Our two attacks collided, generating a bright explosion. “Magnum Crusher!” Without hesitation, I flew through the blast and grabbed Mephistomon by the face, and slammed his entire body down onto the ground with enough force to split the ground beneath him. The Fallen Angel stood back up instantly, but once more, I attacked him with a Magnum Crusher to the face, knocking him back a few feet.

“For a lazy Digimon, you sure move well,” Mephistomon said, covering his bloody face with his hand. “It is as they say; those governed by sloth have much potential, but they chose to waste it.”

“Wha? I’m not governed by any sloth; I eat sloths for breakfast!”

“No, no, sloth as in—”

“V-Breath Arrow!” Before Mephistomon could finish his sentence, I enveloped him in the flames of my attack.

“Black Sabbath!” Another wave of dark energy surged from under Mephistomon, extinguishing my flames and nearly knocking me onto my back. Mephistomon ran towards me, prepared to strike, but I was too fast for him, jabbing him in the face with yet another Magnum Crusher.

Gasping for breath…now’s my chance! I lunged at the Fallen Angel and grasped my hand around his neck before shoving him to the ground. “Now, I want you to tell me something, Mephistopheles.”

“It’s Mephistomon, you twit!”

“Yeah, whatever. Why did King Desmond send you guys out here? I’d like to know why he’d be foolish enough to think he’d be able to annex this entire continent.”

“You…you don’t understand…Desmond isn’t one to think that he could be bested at anything,” Mephistomon gasped. “He will keep attacking Arcadia until it is his. I promise you that. And when Arcadia falls, the remaining continents will be his for the taking!”

“…The king has children, doesn’t he?” I asked. “This hardly seems like appropriate behavior for a father. Doesn’t he care about his children at all?!”

“Ha! Hardly!” Mephistomon laughed. “Prince Kelik is a bastard child, born to his wife by another man. Princess Tamiko…well, she’s a sweet lass, so I doubt she has any desire for this war. That being said, you can understand how a tyrant like Desmond wouldn’t care for either progeny.”
“…Pathetic! Dragon Impulse!” With Mephistomon still pinned to the ground, I surrounded myself with the aura of my attack and unleashed it with all my might. The Fallen Angel was consumed and burned in mere seconds. Mephistomon had died. “Well, well…You’d better still be alive, Eleanora; I’d hate to think I wasted my time protecting someone who had already died.”

Tamiko Silverveil

The hallways of the castle are as empty as ever…I sighed, more so from weariness than loneliness. “I suppose it’s better this way…All of the knights are either perverted or callous murderers…” I shuddered, particularly at the thought of the knight Eeno, who always seemed to be staring at me whenever our paths crossed. I looked down at the palace courtyard, seemingly the only peaceful place on the entire continent. With all of the knights gone and preparing for the war my father was planning on starting, there might be no other peaceful place in the entire world, and even this lovely garden might end up a blood-soaked battlefield. The very thought made my heart ache.

“Tami! Hey, Tami!” The voice that never ceased to raise my spirits echoed through the grand hall. Behind me, I could see my little brother, Kelik, running up to me. With a big smile on his face, he threw his arms around me, and I picked him up.

“How are you today, Kelik?” I asked.

“I’m okay, Tami!” Kelik said. “…Um…Daddy said Auntie Eris is coming over today…”

“…Eris…” The duchess of a neighboring kingdom and sister of my father, Eris was every bit as cruel as my father.

“Tami…I’m scared…” Kelik laid his head down on my chest and snuggled up closer to me. I could feel his small body tremble.

“Aw, don’t worry, Kelik; I’ll keep you safe, okay?” I began walking towards my bedroom. “You just hang out with me until she’s gone, okay?”

“In that case, you might expect him to stay in your room for a long, long time.” My heart nearly stopped.


“Tamiko…I’m afraid you’ll both be expected to visit with your aunt during her stay here,” Desmond said. “Don’t think you can safeguard your…your ‘brother’ forever, young lady.”

“Don’t think I’ll let my baby brother visit that fat, evil witch!” I snapped.

“How dare you take that tone with your father?! And don’t disrespect your aunt, young lady!” I stood still, glaring at my father, and turned away. “Where do you think you’re going?! Get back here, now!”

“Oh, Desmond, don’t go making a scene!” The voice of my aunt stopped me in my tracks. Eris walked up to me from behind my father with a disgusting smirk on her face. “So…you think I’m a witch, do you?”

“…You can put me down, Tami…” In spite of my brother’s words, I clutched him tighter against my body. I glared at Eris, who reached out and grabbed Kelik by the ear and forcefully yanked him out of my arms.

“Hmph. Was disgustingly…ordinary clothes your son wears, Desmond,” Eris scoffed.

“He’s no son of mine. Sapphira had the nerve to have him with another man,” Desmond growled. “I keep the little rat dressed as a bard so nobody will know that he’s her bastard.”

“Ah, I was wondering why you had her killed. How dare that little whore cheat on my big brother…”

Don’t talk about my mother like that!” I screamed. Eris turned back to face me, and slapped me as hard as she could across the face.

“You know…you really are kinda cute, Tamiko,” Eris sneered. “You just need to put on a little weight. Getting fat would help to show off that you are truly wealthy, you know, and you would not be mistaken for a skinny peasant.”

“…What do you want with me and my brother?” I asked. “Why are you here?”

“Aw, can’t I just visit my darling little niece and my…nephew?”

“I know you better than that, Eris. Why are you here?!” I repeated.

“Don’t you dare take that tone with your aunt!” Desmond snapped.

“Relax, Desmond,” Eris said firmly. “Tamiko, I am here to aid your father in the upcoming war.”

“…You’re really going through with it…”

“Idiot girl; the more land I have under my control, the more power I shall have!” Desmond exclaimed. “As the king of Cyllene, it is my duty…no, my Goddess-given right to conquer all lands unknown!”

“…You’d murder countless innocents just for more power?! That’s all?! You…you’re mad…You’re mad! This is madness!”

“…Tamiko. This is Cyllene,” Eris said calmly. “Get used to it…for soon, it shall all be yours.”


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Chapter 50 - A Terrible Beauty

Lucia Delbray

Isole, with her head resting in my lap, turned over and mumbled something unintelligible in her sleep. Every now and then, I would reach down and stroke her face, or brush a strand of her lavender hair away from her face. It had taken a great deal of arguing, but I was finally able to convince her to take this well-needed and well-deserved rest.

We can’t have our chief tactician falling asleep when we need her guidance, I had said. From the sound of a loud snore, I could see that Bokomon had also taken my advice, and was resting atop the big, fuzzy head of Mihiramon, also asleep. I leaned back, and nestled my face against the Exalted Beast’s scraggly but soft fur. Isole turned around once again, and rested her head on my tummy. She’s so sweet when she’s asleep…And a bit of a jerk when awake. But I wouldn’t have her any other way. She’s the best daughter anyone could ever ask for…Well, in spite of the fact that she isn’t actually my daughter, and we’re only ten years apart, but whatever.


She knows she’s adopted, and she still thinks of me as her mother…


“Oh…you’re awake?” I asked. “Are you okay, Isole? You only call me mommy when you’re sick…”

“…Or when I’m scared out of my mind,” Isole whispered. “…I’m scared, mommy…”

“Isole! What are you so afraid of, sweetheart?” I asked as gently as possible.

“…It isn’t just the Rebuke,” Isole said. “I’m…I’m afraid…of going to war…War tactics is one of my specialties, but I had always hoped that I wouldn’t ever have to use that particular knowledge…I’ve read enough about it to know that I would never want to experience it firsthand. I mean…our friends could die! I don’t…want to see anyone here get hurt, but I know that even something as simple as that is foolish, wishful thinking. You’re a frontline fighter, so you have the greatest chance of getting…k…ki…killed…I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE, MOMMY! I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE!” Isole promptly burst into tears, throwing her arms around my waist and burying her face in my chest.

…I’ve never seen her like this…She hardly ever shows her emotions like this…

“Good heavens, Lucia; what ever has gotten into Isole?” Bokomon asked.

“Doesn’t wanna go to war,” Mihiramon mumbled. “Now, get off my head, Rookie.”

“Well, no sense in trying to go back to sleep now; it’s almost morning,” Bokomon lamented.

“Just a few hours till sunrise,” I whispered. “Aw, Isole, it’s okay…Everything will be okay, sweetie…”

“N—No…sniff…no…Someone…Someone is going…t-t-to die!!!”

“Hey, give us a little credit here, love,” Mihiramon said, licking the tactician’s face. “We’re a lot stronger than you think.”

“N—No…that isn’t…hic…it…We can’t just assume that everything will be okay; we’re going up against a whole, fucking army of an entire, goddamned imperial nation! How do you honestly expect any of us to be fine?! How?!?!

“…We don’t have a choice, Isole,” I said. “We have to at least try…They’re coming, whether we want them to or not, so the only thing we really can do is try to fight them back before they get here. I don’t want anyone to die — especially you — so that’s why I fight. We…we will go to Cyllene, and fight them until they can’t fight anymore. We will do so, because it is our duty. It is our job…The job of those of us at Lachesis…”

“It is for the sake of the entire world that we must do this,” Bokomon said.

“Yeah, and if we don’t,” Mihiramon began. “If we don’t at least try to stop them…Well, it’ll just leave a bad taste in my mouth to die doing nothing as opposed to dying while trying to do something about it.”

“…I know I have to do this,” Isole muttered. “I just…never thought I would have to…”

“And you’ve been worried about that all this time, haven’t you? Isole…” I gently ran my fingers through her lavender hair. “We’ll be okay…we all will. We’ll all go to Cyllene together, and we’ll all come back together. I promise you, Isole. Have I ever broken a promise to you before?”


“You did to me a few times,” Mihiramon interrupted. “Last week, you said we’d be having steak for dinner, but we had salmon instead. What the hell, man?!”


“I know, I know; shut up, Mihiramon…Sheesh…”

“…Are you feeling better, Isole?” I asked.

“…I guess so,” the tactician replied. “Thanks, Lucia…”

“What, no more ‘mommy?’”

S—Shut up!” Isole said, turning her reddening face away.

“Aw, but you’re so adorable when you’re timid and bashful!”


“Well, just so long as you aren’t scared and crying anymore, I’m a happy mom.”

“…Thank you, Lucia. I…I love you…mother,” Isole whispered.

“I love you to, sweetheart.”

“Oi, that’s nice to see and all,” Mihiramon said. “But…”

“…But what?” I asked.

“…But someone is coming,” Mihiramon continued. “An evil presence is approaching.” Isole jumped out of my lap, and looked in the direction Mihiramon was glaring. I picked up my axe, and stood up as another Digimon joined us. “You…you’re Carmillamon…”

“…All will fall into ruin,” Carmillamon said dully. Her eyes were glazed over, and her face was pale and sweaty. “All will fall into ruin…As long as those who spread conflict and strife continue to act on their own desires, the world will continue to stay this path of destruction until nothing is left; not even the dust of those who’ve parted…”

“What are you saying?” I asked. Carmillamon’s eyes shifted, and looked at me. Those eyes…they’ve become so…so lifeless…

“…Well…looks like someone’s been busy killing some Rebuke members,” Mihiramon chuckled. Carmillamon glared at the Ultimate.

“You…it’s because of scum like you…that Analetta was taken away from me!” Carmillamon shrieked. “Eleanora…the swordswoman, Eleanora…she killed her…she murdered Analetta!”

“…Okay,” I said.

“…Okay?! No, it isn’t okay! My lover was murdered! How dare you?!”

“Well, for starters, she was kind of an assassin who enjoyed in taking the lives of the innocent…so…I, for one, really don’t see any problem with her death,” Mihiramon said.

“…No…this isn’t right,” Carmillamon whispered. “Mephistomon promised…he promised to bring me the head of Eleanora…I shall leave her to him…and deal with you four!!! Shattered Dreams!”

“Tiger Wing Blade!” Mihiramon slammed his tail on the ground; the resulting shockwave nearly knocked Carmillamon off her feet. “I doubt anyone’s ever noticed before…but I see how your attack works.”


“Your attack supposedly makes those hit by it feel like their heart has been broken. Perhaps it could, though, if you really tried,” Mihiramon continued. “But it isn’t an emotional heartbreak that they feel. Your attack…it is similar to the one I just used. You produce a shockwave, but you are able to control it so that it targets the opponent’s heart, and only their heart. As a shockwave attack…it is capable of tearing opponents up from the inside without harming the skin. The heart experiences pain…and so the one you attack assumes that it is an emotional pain, and not a physical one.”

“…You’re right…Nobody ever has noticed. And for that, you deserve a special…treat,” Carmillamon whispered. Mihiramon reared back, ready to jump. “Laura’s Temptation!” Carmillamon raised her arm and pointed, and at that instant, Mihiramon jumped. A pink beam of energy shot out from Carmillamon’s finger, and instead of striking Mihiramon, Isole was hit.

“ISOLE!” The tactician fell to her knees, breathing heavily.

“So…the curse has inflicted you, child,” Carmillamon whispered.

“What did you do to her?!” I yelled, kneeling down next to Isole.

“Relax; it isn’t an offensive technique,” Carmillamon said. “Now, Isole…can you rise?”

“…Yes…of course…” To my shock, my daughter rose to her feet, and walked over to Carmillamon.

“Isole, what are you…” Carmillamon held out her hand. My heart wrenched with pain as I saw Isole take it in hers.

“Isole…now, my dear, you will never again be restrained by the incompetence of your former allies,” Carmillamon whispered into Isole’s ear in a seductive voice. “You will forever be at my side, my beauty…You will be…forever…mine.” Isole nodded.

“Isole, get away from—” The tactician whipped around and held up her arm. She’s…casting a spell?! Instantly, a huge gust of wind swirled up from the ground in front of me, kicking up dirt that blocked Isole and Carmillamon from view. The spell ended a few seconds later. Neither Isole nor Carmillamon could be seen.


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Chapter 51 - Ghost Love Score


Analetta was dead. That could never be changed. And Mephistomon’s words still rang painfully in my ears, that her death was my fault. But as I saw Isole lay on Drask’s bed before me, slowly removing her gray mage’s robe, I could feel some of my loneliness, guilt, and despair vanish. At first, I had hoped that my attack would hit the Digimon Mihiramon; he was quite handsome, really, and an Ultimate level like myself. But as her robe fell all the way off her slim body, I was glad it was Isole that my attack hit instead of Mihiramon. She really was very beautiful; her brown eyes, at a first glance, seemed dim and lifeless, but each time she looked up at me with a reddish-pink blush on her cheeks, I could see a light in those eyes that burned with a passionate love. Her soft lavender hair fell past her shoulders; she had undone her intricate ponytail and let if fall longer and almost down to her belly. In spite of her age — I assumed late teens, roughly seventeen or eighteen — her chest was quite flat, but I didn’t care. In my eyes, this only added an air of sweet innocence to her delicate beauty.
“…I’m sorry for what my allies…sorry, ex-allies, have done to you,” Isole said shyly. She drew her legs up to her chest, giving me a timid and sad look with her eyes. “I…I’m sorry about Analetta…I know I can’t replace her, but—”

“Isole, listen to me,” I interrupted. I sat down on the bed next to her, and clasped my hand over her shoulder. “I…I loved Analetta; that is true. I feel like I might always…love her. But…like you said, she…she was killed. But I promise you this; I will never, ever think of you in comparison to Analetta. You, my dear, are your own person. I love you for who you are, Isole.”

“…Cammy…Thank you,” Isole said, giving me a shy smile. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I took this chance to slowly run my hand down her back. I delicately wrapped my claws around the strap of her red bra, and unhooked it. Isole moved her lips from my cheek down to my neck, and gently began sucking. While doing so, she reached over and pulled down on the straps of my dress. Not wanting to waste another second, I tore my dress off, as Analetta had done only hours ago before me. Isole leaned back and stretched out her upper body. I reached down and brushed my fingers on her belly, below her navel, making her laugh.

“It is erogenous…after all,” I whispered. Slowly, after lingering around her navel, my hand reached farther and farther up her belly until my fingers reached her small breasts. Her smile widened as I gently groped them.
“What are you waiting for?” Isole asked. “Go on…dive in.” As she requested, I lowered myself onto the bed, and placed my face on her chest, directly between her breasts.

Lucia Delbray

I hadn’t been able to move ever since Isole had disappeared. I simply stared at the ground where she had been moments before she vanished. My knees had gone weak, and I had to lean on my axe for support.

“Lucia…we can’t just stand here,” Mihiramon said. “Do you wanna find Isole, or not?! C’mon!”

“…Mihiramon…She just…got up and left,” I whispered, barely able to speak. “You’ve never had kids; how could you…possibly understand…what it’s like…? What I’m feeling…”

She isn’t even your daughter!” Mihiramon roared. I tightened my fingers around my axe, and glared at my Digimon partner.

“…I told you not to ever say that…didn’t I?”

“Lucia, stop it. I’m sure this is just what the Rebuke would want from us,” Bokomon said.

“Samurai Tiger Tail!” Mihiramon’s attack completely took me by surprise; he struck my sword hand with his tail, making me drop my weapon. “Lucia, shut up and start thinking clearly! You’ve done nothing but stand there ever since Isole left; and you dare call yourself her mother?! Pull your head out of your ass and take action! Don’t just stand still like a useless piece of shit, and save Isole…no…save your daughter from whatever spell Carmillamon’s put on her!”
“Mihiramon!” Bokomon gasped. I stood still, staring blankly at my partner Digimon.

“…Thanks, Mihiramon. I needed that,” I said, smiling at the Ultimate.

“We just need to figure out where they’ve all been hiding,” Bokomon said.

“Well then, why don’t you come with us?” I turned around, and saw Flamedramon looking down at us from atop a ledge. With him were Abigail, Edmund, Sieglinde, and Lupinemon. “They’ve taken refuge in a house not too far away from here, on the outskirts of a small town.”

“Probably murdered everyone in it, too,” Edmund added.

“…And you’re certain that she’d be there?” I asked.

“There isn’t a doubt in my mind,” Abigail said.

“The two of us were able to defeat LadyDevimon,” Flamedramon said.

“I was able to convince Karatenmon to leave the Rebuke,” Edmund said.

“Anyone know how many left there are?” I asked.

“Probably not too many,” Mihiramon said. “From the sound of Carmillamon’s voice, she sounded pretty bummed about something.”
“Yes…I can feel it; the overwhelming power I felt earlier when they all arrived at once as diminished,” Edmund said. “I feel…the only one left…should be Carmillamon.”

Isole Frost

Carmillamon and I lay on the bed in blissful silence, cuddled in each other’s arms.

“Isole…I am glad to have you in my life,” Carmillamon whispered.

“…And I you,” I replied. “Oh…I almost forgot…Now that we’re together, Carmillamon…I suppose this means I’m in the Cyllenian Imperial Army, right?”

“Not exactly, my love,” Carmillamon said. “It’s true that we answer to King Desmond, but we still aren’t part of the Imperial Army. But…well, it’s a bit of a secret, but I alone answer to the Duchess of a neighboring kingdom, Eris.”

“Eris? I…I’ve never heard of her,” I whispered.

“That doesn’t surprise me. She’s the younger sister of King Desmond, but she prefers to keep something of a…low profile.” Carmillamon looked deep into my eyes. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Always.” Carmillamon slowly ran her tongue across her upper lip.

“Well…Since I am among the few that Duchess Eris herself trusts, she told me something rather…intriguing…”

“C’mon, what’s the secret? Tell me already!” I giggled.

“Well…Eris told me that she has plans for…dethroning King Desmond,” Carmillamon whispered. My heart nearly skipped a beat.


“Yes…however, she feels that if this information got out, things could turn out pretty bad for her. She supports King Desmond’s conquest for this shoddy continent; she just wants it to belong to her. However, since she does support the war effort…If word got out about how she plans to dethrone Desmond…well, needless to say, it would be pretty dire for her. Soldiers wouldn’t listen to her, there would be mass rioting in the streets; there wouldn’t be anyone for her to depend on to continue the war. Cyllene could easily fall to ruins, sort of like Mandala Island many hundreds of years ago.”

“…I see…That is…intriguing,” I said.


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Chapter 52 - Grimoire Number 25

Isole Frost

“…They should be here soon,” I said, nestling my head against Carmillamon’s chest.


“My fr…my old friends,” I said. “We’re together now…remember? We should expect them to try their hardest to tear me away from you…”

“Well, I won’t let that happen,” Carmillamon said, gently running her fingers through my hair. “I won’t let anyone take you away from me…ever!”

Yeah…I’m sure…

“Should we prepare ourselves?” Carmillamon asked.

“I suppose we should…” Carmillamon kissed me on the forehead, and climbed out of bed. I watched her carefully until I was certain that she had left the room. As quickly and quietly as I could, I too climbed out of bed and reached underneath it. Ah, there it is! I gently wrapped my fingers around the worn leather spine of a dusty book, and pulled it out from under the bed. “The Grimoires of B…..mon Volume 25: Carmillamon.” It was an old book, and many of the words were nearly worn away; I couldn’t even make out who wrote this book. But as I opened it, my heart sang with relief as I saw that the contents were perfectly legible. “Let’s see…Oh, there’s a prologue; The Birth of the Demon…”

Now, before we begin, I would like to point out that it is substantially more difficult to conjure a demon of the opposite sex; this is mainly due to the fact that conjuring demons requires one to use, or rather, sacrifice, a part of their own soul. Now, obviously, it is different for me, for those of you who read my first volume.

First volume…where could that be? I thought. Could whoever wrote these gramayre be the one who’s controlling everything…? Or…no, wait; where did that thought even come from? Someone trying to control everything; I must be tired still…I flipped through the pages of the book, looking for some useful information. “Let’s see…Chapter 2; Laura’s Temptation…Wait, that was the attack Carmillamon used!”

Carmillamon was born rather differently from my other female demons. Of course, that was because there was no other way for me to first bring this species into existence. In my more early years, I met a Human woman who went by the name ‘Laura.’ Laura and I were something akin to a couple, but of course, as you might know by now, I am incapable of feeling anything. But that did not stop Laura from feeling anything towards me. And that feeling…was love. Oh, she was a good-looking lass, but I am incapable of feeling emotions of any sort. She loved me. She craved me. Her lust for me was beginning to hinder my plans…so I decided to use her to my advantage. Of course, she did not object. Why would she? Those inflicted by the curse of lust are forever doomed to do the bidding of whoever their sin has them enraptured with. And so, the basis of Carmillamon began. From myself, I removed just over a gallon of blood (as I am a Digimon, such a thing would not endanger my life), as per the requirements of the ritual. I ordered her to drink it. I ordered her to drink until her belly ached, and to continue drinking through the pain. And drink, she did. Every last drop of blood I presented to her went past her lips, and with her belly fattened and pouring out from her unbuttoned shirt, she laid back and gently rubbed it. And I began the ritual. The blood that was crammed into her round belly intertwined with her own blood, and thus the transformation began. Laura was no more. Where she lay was an Ultimate level Digimon nearly identical to her. There were a few differences here and there, naturally; her skin had gone from the regular and plain soft pink to a pale color with the slightest hint of green. Her eyes were now red, and slits, like an angered Guilmon. She wore a maroon dress, and her fingernails had lengthened into sharpened claws, and were painted red. Carmillamon rose from the altar of mists and gazed at me with a dreamy look on her face. She still loved me, even though she was transformed into a completely different individual altogether. And so I killed her. Such an emotion would have become an even greater hurdle in my quest. But with the first Carmillamon killed, the newest species I had created would now be free to be born, Digivolved into or from, and to live.

“…Nothing that will really help me,” I grumbled. “C’mon…I need better information! Wait…Chapter 13; The Fall of the Temptress. This is it!”

Now, you might be wondering; why did I create such a Digimon as Carmillamon? I have no need for love, nor am I able to experience it. But I do know that others can experience it. I know that others do have a need for love. Carmillamon was created with the intention of using such desires to my own advantage. As you may recall from Chapter 2, Laura was required to gorge herself on a gallon of my own blood. That, according to my spellbook, was the requirement for creating an Ultimate level Virus type Digimon in the manner that I did. Yes, Carmillamon is a Virus Digimon, and a Fallen Angel at that; so, it should go without saying that Carmillamon as a species is an evil Digimon. But, like other beings who can feel, she is not without faults. As love is the Carmillamon’s greatest weapon, so it is that it is also her greatest weakness. Her ‘secret’ attack, Laura’s Temptation, forces others to fall in love with her, be they man or woman, Human or Digimon. Those enamored with Carmillamon will do what she says without question. However, there is also the chance that the one under the spell of Carmillamon will have Carmillamon drawn to them instead. In that case, if they are a being of goodness, an Angel Digimon perchance, then Carmillamon too will become a being of goodness. And so we come to the main point of the final chapter of this Grimoire numbered 25; how to end the life of Carmillamon. Carmillamon is a vampiric Digimon, meaning she is, for all practical purposes, immortal. However, I must confess to you that there is no such thing as immortality, and thus, even those blessed (or cursed) with the title of immortal have their weakness, and can die or be killed. This holds true with Carmillamon. However, should there be someone who is under the curse of Laura’s Temptation, let it be known that they are the only ones capable of ending Carmillamon’s life, and it is only at these times when Carmillamon’s life is vulnerable. Recall, reader, if you will, Chapter 2 once again, when Laura was required to drink my blood to bring Carmillamon into existence. Laura’s belly swelled and expanded with each passing second, which then became a hint for me as how to end the life of a Carmillamon. My blood, which rests at the pit of Carmillamon’s belly, is the essence of her life force. Should this blood be expelled from her, her life would be ended immediately.

“…That’s all there is too it, huh?” I closed the book, and quietly slid it back underneath the bed. “I knew that she was immortal…But a cut to the belly is all that’ll take to kill her? Not even a shot to the head ’ll work. Huh. No big deal. This is why I always carry a knife…”

“Isole.” I gasped, and looked up. Carmillamon stood, wet and naked, standing in the bedroom doorway with a towel in her hands.


“They’re here. Your old friends have found us,” Carmillamon said. “I saw a couple of them through the shower window. They’re ready to fight. Get ready, my love.”

“…Yes. Of course…my love,” I whispered.


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Chapter 53 - Blood Dawn

Isole Frost

The golden sun hung low in the deep crimson sky, surrounded by feathery clouds of amethyst. Carmillamon and I stood, side by side, and faced down my friends. Each and every one of my friends that accompanied me to Shendu Territory stood, waiting for us to move. I held my spellbook in hand, and held tight the dagger secured at my waist in my other hand, and eyed Carmillamon carefully.

Not yet…I need to wait just a little longer, I thought. She can still see me; if I tried to attack her now, I wouldn’t have a chance. She could easily kill me, or…If the “spell” on me is broken and cast on another, cast successfully…we may lose our only chance to defeat her! Hmm…come to think of it, I still don’t understand why I wasn’t affected by Laura’s Temptation; maybe she was still a bit out of whack over Analetta’s death or something? I dunno…

“I hope you weren’t expecting to win!” Carmillamon said. “Together…my lover and I are invincible!”

“Yes; I told the others about the nature of your attack,” Edmund said. “Isole is your unwilling slave; a puppet for you to use as you see fit.”

“Close, but…with a bit of difference.” Carmillamon placed her hand gently on my shoulder. “The two of us are in love. We are both equals. There is no manipulation whatsoever.”

“You will be destroyed!” Lucia yelled. “We will all vanquish you, and bring Isole back to where she belongs!”

“I will never let that happen! Shattered Dreams!”

“Andromon, reload!” Ulysses held up his Fusion Loader. A bright light shone, and the Android Digimon materialized in front of Lucia.

“Prepared for this, I was,” Andromon said. “A heart, I have none. Your attacks…hurt me, they will not.”

“Yes, I remember,” Carmillamon snapped. “But your slow attacks can’t hit me! So…we’re back to square one again, huh?”

“But can you dodge attacks from all of us at once?” Mihiramon growled.

“…Maybe.” Carmillamon bit her lip, and a small trickle of blood poured out. “Right, Isole?”

“…Whatever you say,” I said, avoiding her eyes. Almost…just a little closer…Ah, fuck it. I slowly walked over to Carmillamon, and gently placed my arms around her shoulders. “You can do it…I know you can…”

“Thank you, Isole,” Carmillamon whispered seductively.

“…Actually…that was a lie.” I removed my dagger from my belt, and quickly slashed it across her belly. Carmillamon looked back at me in shock, and blood came spilling from her mouth and stomach. “The blood of your creator sits in your belly…If that blood is spilled, you lose your life.”


“From the very beginning…I was planning on this,” I said. Carmillamon clutched her belly, and fell to her knees. “I wanted to get any information I could from you. I knew you were immortal if someone was under the influence of Laura’s Temptation, so I also wanted to find out a way to stop you. Imagine my surprise when I figured out that I was the only one who could kill you.”

“But…why…? I…loved you…Isole…”

“And that’s all there was to it. I found that book under your bed, and read it while you were in the shower. From there, all I had to do is slit your belly and free the blood of your creator.”

“…My…creator? Who…who is it?” Carmillamon gasped. “I’ve read that book…I’ve read it…many times…But who…wrote it? Do you…know? Does…anybody?”
“I don’t know. But I’m glad I found it,” I said. “Now…die.”

“…No…no!” Carmillamon tried to force herself up, but I kicked her across the face and back down to the ground. A few seconds later, her data disappeared, and was gone forever.

“Isole…what just happened?!” Lucia asked.

“…Sorry I left like that, Luci — M…Mother,” I stuttered. “But it was just as I said. I’d heard of Carmillamon before, and I knew before we came here that she would be immortal if anyone was under the trance of Laura’s Temptation. I needed to figure out how to kill her…and to find out anything else I could about the Cyllenian Invasion.”

“Well, why didn’t her attack work on you, then?” Sparrow asked. I shrugged.

“I’m just as surprised as you lot; I figure it might’ve been because she was still mourning over Analetta, so her powers or whatever were off-kilter or something. I dunno, but the important thing is that it didn’t affect me.”

“The important thing, young lady, is that you scared me half to death!” Lucia exclaimed. “I…I was so worried about you…You went off with that…that monster! I almost…gave up hope on finding you…”

“Well, if we’re being honest here, I did a little more than ‘go off’ with her,” I said, laughing nervously.

“OOOooo…like what?” Sparrow asked.

“Well…I have a feeling I might have said too much already…”

“ISOLE DELBRAY, DID YOU SLEEP WITH THAT DIGIMON?!” Lucia screamed. Sparrow, Alicia, and Mihiramon were both attempting to stifle their laughter, but were failing miserably. Siebold didn’t even try to hide his amusement, and was rolling on the ground in a fit of laughter. Eleanora placed her hands over Matthew’s ears. Zelda’s face was a deep scarlet. Flamedramon, however, had the usual look of boredom on his face.



“Well…we didn’t really take off all of our clothes…”

“I like where this is going,” Sparrow said, shortly before Lucia kicked him in the shins.

“Jeez, relax, mother; I kept my panties on at least!”

“Hurray for mental imagery!” Sparrow exclaimed, shortly before Lucia punched him in the groin.

“So…you didn’t…you know…”

“You didn’t screw her, didja?” Flamedramon asked. Abigail elbowed him in the ribs with a disapproving look on her face.

“No, I did not have sex with Carmillamon, and yes, I am still a virgin, and yes, I look both ways before crossing the street! Happy now?”

“…A bit of trivial information at the end there…but I guess that drives the point home,” Edmund said.

“But…she saw you naked?!” Lucia exclaimed.

“Lucky slut,” Sparrow groaned from the ground.

“Oh, relax; my chest is flatter than Matthew’s! Er, no offence there, uh, buddy…”

“None taken,” Matthew shrugged.

“…Don’t scare me like that again, Isole. Do you hear me? I know I’ve said this more than enough times, but you are my daughter. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Is that why you replaced my last name with yours?” I asked.


“Earlier…didn’t you notice? You called me Isole Delbray,” I said. “My last name is Frost, remember? A last name to match my icy personality?”

“I’m sorry…I didn’t notice…”

“No harm done. I was thinking of changing my last name to Delbray anyway.”

“Why? Frost is the last name your family gave you…”

“But you’re my family, Lucia. My parents were killed before I could ever meet them, and you’ve raised me ever since. My birth parents are just faceless strangers. But, hey, enough with all the mushy crap; I got some good info from Carmillamon a few hours ago.”

“What did you hear?” Ulysses asked.

“I dunno if it’s true or not, but apparently, Desmond’s younger sister, Eris, is a duchess of a neighboring area, and from what I was told, Eris is planning on finding a way to dethrone Desmond.”

“…She means to take his power?!” Flamedramon asked.

“There’s a bit more to it than that,” I continued. “If this information were to get out on Cyllene, then it would be pretty bad for Eris; she’d lose all her allies, and all of her soldiers would vanish.”

“How would that help us?” Ulysses asked.

“I can answer that, sir, if I may,” Alena said. Ulysses gave the young knight a nod of approval. “Currently, Eris is the Duchess of the kingdom of Erigor, and is one of the few allies that King Desmond of Cyllene has. Her knights take up a large portion of the Imperial Army; so, if her soldiers were to desert her, then Desmond’s army would lose a great deal of manpower…roughly one or two fifths are not from Erigor, I believe.”

“It’s also been said that the knights of Erigor are not only a large portion of the overall Imperial Army, but also some of its greatest and more powerful knights,” Siebold added.

“I see…So it would be both wise and prudent for us to leak this information when we travel to Cyllene,” Ulysses said.
“But…how will we get there?” Eleanora asked. All of us fell silent.


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Chapter 54 - King's Spear Shrine

Lucia Delbray

“How will we get to Cyllene?” Eleanora asked.

“By ship,” Isole replied bluntly.

“Well, not shit; but where in the Seven Hells are we going to find this bloody ship?” Siebold asked.

“Even if we Digimon were to wait in Ulysses’ Fusion Loader, it would still need to be a fairly large ship for this big a group,” Leopardmon mused.

“…There…might be a way,” Flamedramon said quietly.

“What is it, honey?” Abigail asked.


“Pirates?!” I gasped. “Wait…you don’t mean the Thanatos Bandits, do you?! The enemy we all spend our day-to-day lives fighting?! You’re thinking of asking them for help?!”

“Do you have a better idea?” Flamedramon asked. “Their main group deserted the mountains long ago, and set up base here in Shendu Territory, and they are in possession of a good number of ships, some of which are surely more than large enough to hold all of us and then some.”

“…No. We will not work with those monsters!” I yelled.

“Enough, Lucia!” Ulysses demanded. “Flamedramon…is right. We have no other choice. We must…ask them for help.”

“Now, we will go to where they reside. The King’s Spear shrine.”

Acacia City
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This is the first time I’ve been to Acacia. The capital city of Shendu Territory…It really is as big as they say…if not bigger! Just how does the boss know where he’s going? Even if he’s been here before, this place is…too damn big!

“…This really brings back memories,” I heard Zelda whisper.

“Oh, you mean back when Lilithmon was still alive?” Abigail asked.

“Yes…Luna and…and Thomas were both with me at the time,” Zelda answered. “We were looking for a Horcrux at the bottom of the ocean, and we were fighting a Gesomon who Digivolved into a red MarineDevimon. Tommy was blinded by Gesomon’s attack, so he wasn’t able to help…”

“So…didja spend any time at the beach?” Abigail asked, playfully nudging Zelda’s shoulder with her elbow.

“…Y…Yes…” Zelda’s face turned a deep red.

“Did he get to see you in your swimsuit?” Abigail whispered. Zelda lowered her head, hiding her face in her golden hair.

…Abigail seems…so carefree, even with all that’s going on. How does she do it? Her son and her husband are here with her, and she’s still all right! My “daughter” is here, but I’m scared out of my mind over her safety! Well, I guess Edmund and Flamedramon can handle themselves in a fight, I guess; in fact, they’re probably our best fighters, now that I think about it. But Isole…if she were to get separated from us…I don’t even want to think about it…

“We’re almost at the shrine, everyone,” Ulysses said. “We’re at the northern outskirts of Acacia, and the shine is probably less than a minute or so away.” Sure enough, like the boss said, as we left the city, the stone shrine could be seen rising high out of the earth, molded by weather and seemingly purposely chiseled into a vast and regal construction that almost appeared to shine and glow a rich ambery gold in the early afternoon sun. A pure blue stream of water trickled out from the entrance of the shrine, widening as it furthered itself from the cavern.

“…This is where the Ambrosia River begins its life,” I whispered, speaking to no one in particular.

“And from it…from the pure, blue water, many new lives are born,” Ulysses said. “Fish Digimon like Swimmon are born in the pure water of Ambrosia. They, in turn, are consumed by Humans and Digimon, providing life energy to those who feed on them. In turn, we will die, and provide nourishment for the soil and plants.” Our group entered the shrine, and we were all enshrouded in darkness. Further in, there was an opening in the ceiling where the sun’s light shone through.

“The great circle of life…One is all, and all is one,” Edmund whispered.

“We should stay quiet,” Flamedramon said. “We should try to find them before they find us.” The Armor level suddenly stopped in his tracks. “…Although…we might already be too late…”

“…You’re right. I can smell them coming,” Abigail agreed.

“You mean the bandits?” I asked. “They’re coming?”

“No mistaking it,” Abigail said. “They’re stench is unmistakable; it’s worse than a Raremon, and that’s definitely saying something.” Abigail pulled out her Bio Link Digivice, and looked to the shadowed walls of the shrine. “Stay close, Eddie; mommy will protect you.”

“Mother, I’m a grown man!” Edmund whined. The sound of several quiet footsteps echoed through the shrine. The fur on Mihiramon’s neck stood up on ends.
I guess they’ve found us! Several figures stepped out of the shadows, each one a Human bearing a weapon.

“…To have found us…you must have known about our location.” The visible figures knelt down and bowed to the hidden speaker. A large Human stepped out from the shadows now, and was followed by an even larger Digimon. Torches lining the walls of the shrine instantly lit up, showing the face of the approaching bandit. The Digimon was a Vikemon, and the Human was a bandit I had hoped I would never see again.


“Huh? Oh, so you remember me, do ya?” The man was missing his left arm, and his left leg was a peg leg. His left eye was covered by an eyepatch. “Good to see ya ‘gain, sweetheart. Now…where’s that purdy friend of yers? That tiny one with the blue ‘air?”

“Lucia, who is this man?” Sparrow asked. “And who is he talking about? Lilliana, or Larraine?”

“This man…is the leader of the Thanatos Bandits,” I said through clenched teeth. “His name is…Barbossa Thanatos. He was speaking…of Larraine.”

“Yes…Larraine was her name! Is she not among your big group, Lucia?!” Barbossa asked.

“…She is far away from you. Somewhere where you can no longer touch her,” I said.

“I see…Well, when next you see her, tell her I thank her…FOR MAKING ME LOOK LIKE THIS!” Barbossa tore off his eyepatch, revealing a sickening wound where his eye had once been. The large bandit pulled a rather large scimitar from his belt, and swung it at me, barely missing my neck.

“This bullcrap again, huh?!” I retrieved my pendulum axe from the sheath strapped around Mihiramon and held it up to protect myself from another of Barbossa’s attacks. “Everyone, stay back! I’m taking him out myself!”

“Huh…sure didn’t have that there axe last time I tried to rape yer friend!” I swung my weapon at Barbossa, who was able to doge quite well in spite of his peg leg. “Now…lemme cut dem buttons offa yer shirt!” Once more, Barbossa swung his blade, and once again, I held up my axe to protect myself. The moment the two weapons connected, Barbossa raised his left leg and jammed the peg deep into my belly.


“No…stay back…Isole,” I said, gasping for breath while doing my best to dodge Barbossa’s scimitar. “I told you…all of you…that I’ll kick his ass on my own! For what he almost did to Larraine!” Barbossa swung again, and though my head and neck were spared, the scimitar tor through the top of my left shoulder. It was painful, but I took the predicted opportunity to swing my pendulum axe at Barbossa’s peg leg, slicing it cleanly in two. A look of anger and shock spread across the face of the head bandit as he fell to the ground on his ass. I held my axe to his neck. “Checkmate…you dirty old bastard!”

“Lucia, don’t kill him!” Ulysses said sternly.

“Yeah…I know,” I said sadly.

“…Why’re you lot not killin’ me, huh?” Barbossa asked. “It’s the goodest chance yeh got, right?”

“No; we aren’t going to kill you. At least…not yet,” Ulysses replied grimly.

“Um…if it’s all right, I’d like to ask him something first,” Mia said.

“…That’s fine. I have a feeling it’s a question I’d like to ask as well. Go ahead, my dear,” Ulysses said.

“…Um…Mr. Thanatos, sir? You said that you lost your limbs and eye because of Larraine,” Mia said, speaking in a meek and timid voice. “But…Larraine’s just a dancer, so…how could she have done that to you?”

“Well, darlin’, ‘fraid I don’t know how she did,” Barbossa sighed. “All I saw was…a flash of blue light…blue as the sky, like ‘er ‘air.”

“You deserved all the pain in the world for what you almost did to her!” I yelled. Barbossa shrugged his only shoulder.

“Won’t argue with you there, darlin. But…let down your guard, and I’d try it again in a ‘eartbeat.” Barbossa grinned a nauseating smile, filled with yellowed and missing teeth.

“…What happened…on that day?” Ulysses asked. “How did Larraine tear your limbs? That girl probably weighs less than your sword. How?!”

“…Yer the boss of this here group, ain’t ya?” Barbossa asked. “You sure you wanna hear how I just about raped dem lasses?”

“I wish only to hear how such a tiny girl was able to harm you. That is all,” Ulysses replied.

“…Fine. I’ll tell ya…But you ain’t gonna like it. It was about ten years ago…”

It was a dark and stormy night. Ten years ago, when I was in Valencia Territory, I came across that dancer, Larraine. She was soaking wet in the rain, but she didn’t seem the least bit disturbed, kinda happy actually. She still had a bit of sand on her from the desert, so I guess she just came up from Cyprus. She didn’t see me coming. I had her pinned to the ground in less than a second. She looked up at me, and screamed. She screamed, and tried to struggle away, but she were too bony an’ weak to get up. She screamed louder and louder, and suddenly, Lucia came, ridin’ in on her pet tiger; but me pal Vikemon, when ‘e were just a wee little Zudomon, knocked ‘em both away, and another pall o’ mine tried to have his way with her. That was when it happened. Larraine began ta glow in a light blue…well, light. That light were blindin’, and I couldn’t see nothin’. I could feel somethin’ hit me, ya know? Couldn’t see what, couldn’t even tell what it was, but it felt like claws or somethin’. When that damn light faded, I wound up like I am now; missin’ my left arm and leg, and me eye were torn out.

“…That night…that was the night I first met Larraine,” I said, shivering at the memory.

“…A bright blue light,” Zelda whispered. “Bright blue…who else had that glow? Who…”

“I’m afraid dat’s all the intel I got for ya’s,” Barbossa sighed. “That blue light’s the only thing I kin remember.”

“…I’ll ask her of this when we return,” Ulysses mumbled.

“Don’t bother; I’ve tried asking her a few times, but she doesn’t remember a thing,” I said.

“But…how did you not bleed to death?” Isole asked. “An arm and a leg, your eye…You could have bled to death in minutes!”

“Yeah, I almost would’ve, if that guy hadn’t saved me when ‘e started livin’ in me shadow,” Barbossa said. Zelda gasped.

“…In you shadow?!” Zelda exclaimed. “Is…By any chance, is his name…IceDevimon?!”

“So…yeh know of ‘im too, do ya?” Barbossa asked.

“IceDevimon?! Just how long has that bastard been alive?!” Sparrow exclaimed.

“You’ve seen him, too?” Zelda asked.

“A month or two ago, he, Matthew, and their Digimon had a fight with him at the Trillium Mountains,” Ulysses said. Zelda had an exceedingly troubled expression on her face.

“…One of my Digimon Spirits killed him over five hundred years ago…Was he reborn so quickly?”

“Well, whatever. Now that I’ve told ya my story, I think it’s ‘bout time you tell me why yer here,” Barbossa said. “I don’t think ya’ came here to ask me ‘bout that lovely young gal. Why’d ya come ‘ere to us?”

“…We need your help,” Ulysses said. Barbossa’s eye widened.

“…Me ‘elp?! Waddya want me help fer?!” Barbossa exclaimed. “Yeh lot barge inna ‘ere, break me fake leg an’ kick me arse, and then yeh ask for me ‘elp?!”

“…You haven’t said no,” Edmond said. Barbossa bit his lip, and remained silent. Ulysses sighed, and approached the bandit leader.

“Barbossa. Are you aware of the continent Cyllene across the ocean to the west?”

“Yeh think me dumb cuz imma bloody bandit?! …I could never forget…what dem bastards did fifteen years ago…” Barbossa clenched his fist. “Me daughter…not me actual daughter, mind ye, but a wee lass that joined our group. All of us refrained from touchin’ ‘er hurtin’ the gal, an’ we came teh love the lass. But then…those bastards from Cyllene came over…They found us, and we fought ‘em. But that lass…‘er name was Ansley…dem bastards…they killed her. I…I did me best to protect ‘er, but…I just weren’t strong enough. I’d heard they’d be takin’ wee dames as slaves ‘er prisoners er somethin’…but dey killed ‘er. I almost wish dey’d ‘ve taken ‘er…I dunno now. Never will…” As the bandit spoke, I noticed the look in his eye. I could see tears begin to form. Unexpectedly, I felt a tinge of sadness. I sat down on the shrine floor next to Barbossa.

“…Barbossa…that girl, over there…” I pointed at Isole. “She’s…my daughter. Not by birth, but I’ve raised her like I would a daughter. So, I…I can kind of understand how you might be feeling…”

“…The lot of us…we’d all take turns combin’ ‘er purdy red hair…She had such a cute smile, ya know? To make sure dem other bandits didn’t touch ‘er, we marked her with our group’s tattoo, on ‘er right arm…She…had a good time with us, pillagin’ an’ killin’ an’ all that stuff…And then…and then those bastards came, an’ they…they took it all away. They cut ‘er throat right before me eyes…”

“Barbossa…those are the very same bastards we’re going to fight,” I said. “Please…take us across the ocean to Cyllene; you can get revenge for Ansley…”

“…No. I can’t do it.”

“What do you mean?!” I shouted.

“I’m a bandit…I ain’t a pirate. Bandits pillage on land, pirates be at sea. I ain’t got no ships, anyway…And I ain’t got no right to avenge dat sweet lass. I…couldn’t even protect ‘er. I ain’t goin’ with ya’. Now…leave…Get outta here!”

“…Fine. We’ll go.” I stood up, and faced my numerous allies. “…Let’s go, guys.” Without looking directly into the faces of any of them, I walked to the exit of the shrine.

“What should we do?” Mihiramon asked, following after me out of the shrine.

“They don’t want to help us, and they’re not even able to,” Ulysses said. “Well, now…this is a bit of a problem…” I looked back at the King’s Spear Shrine, and sighed. At that moment, a large figure emerged from the mouth of the shrine.

“…Vikemon? Why did you follow us?” I asked.

“I was told to give you some information by my partner, Barbossa,” the huge Mega responded. “But…I feel like that would be no fun at all. If any one of you can defeat me in a fight…I will tell you what you wish to know.


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Chapter 55 - The Pirate Queen


“So, what’ll it be?” Vikemon asked. “Will yeh fight me? Or will ya puss out? I’ve gots good info for ya; be a right shame if yeh let it go ta waste, yeah?”

Vikemon’s…so big…and he’s a Mega. Can any of us…win? Maybe Flamedramon…I looked up, just in time to see Leopardmon stepping forward.

“So…yeh think yeh got what it takes to take me out?” Vikemon asked.

“Leopardmon, are you certain?” Alena asked. “He looks pretty strong…”

“Do you desire any assistance?” Ulysses asked.

“…No. I will be fine, all on my own,” Leopardmon said.

“Enough talk; now, we fight! Arctic Blizzard!” Vikemon rammed his fists together, and layers upon layers of sharpened spikes, made entirely of ice, rushed towards the Exalted Knight.

“Extinction Wave!” As Leopardmon swung his rapier, his attack tore through Vikemon’s, shattering the ice and striking the Beast Man directly in the chest. “Black Aura Blast!”

“Mjollnir!” Before Leopardmon could attack, Vikemon tossed one of his morning stars at the knight, striking him in the face and knocking him to the ground. “Viking Flare!” Vikemon jumped onto Leopardmon, and began pummeling Leopardmon in the face with his remaining morning star. Leopardmon held up his sword just as Vikemon swung once again. The two weapons collided, and both flew out of their owner’s hands. Vikemon let out a roar, and began vigorously punching Leopardmon in the face.

“Leopardmon!” Alena exclaimed, running to the Exalted Knight. Vikemon aimed one more punch at Leopardmon, and at that moment, stone pillars burst through the ground, throwing Vikemon into the air. “…Leopardmon?”

“He’s…changed,” I said. “Did he…Digivolve?”

“…No. What I did…was a simple Mode Change,” Leopardmon said, climbing back onto four feet. “Now…I am in my Leopard Mode.” Vikemon finally landed on the ground, and glared furiously at Leopardmon. “Did you enjoy my Skyscraper attack?”

“You cheap bastard,” Vikemon said, breathing heavily.

“Blockade!” Leopardmon vanished, and seconds later, blood came spilling out of Vikemon from nearly every place on his body. Leopardmon reappeared, standing before us in his original forme, and Vikemon fell backwards to the ground. “…You’d best stand down. The damage is not as bad as it feels, so you’ll be fine. Don’t push me to fight you any further, or you will not survive.”

“…Pheh! Well done…knight,” Vikemon muttered. “Very well…the info I gots…South from Acacia…not too far…is a small fishin’ town goin’ by the name a’ Thalia. When ya gets there, look for the Pirate Queen.”

“The Pirate Queen? What’s her name?” I asked.

“…Dunno. She ain’t one ta consort with bandits,” Vikemon said. “She’s a good sort, though. Always protectin’ all she can from other pirates and bandits. She’ll help ya’s.”

“And you’re certain of this?” Leopardmon asked, pointing his sword at Vikemon’s face.

“Dem’s da words I’s told by me pal,” Vikemon said. “She be a real lass, though; I’s not makin’ ‘er up. Dunno if she’s there at the moment, but she be willin’ to take ya’s. No doubts.”

“…Thank you, Vikemon,” I said.

“Don’t be thankin’ me, now. It be my pal ‘o tell me to tell ya this.” Vikemon stood back up, and walked back into the shrine, and disappeared into darkness.
“…Thalia’s not too far away from here,” Ulysses said. “Let’s go. We need to get this all over with as soon as we are able to.


Thalia was about everything you could expect from a fishing town. Built halfway over the ocean and consisting of many wooden docks and stone bridges. Many Humans, and a few Digimon, stood still and patiently over the water, each and every one holding a fishing rod, and waiting patiently for their targets to take the bait. The peaceful sound of a slowly moving river could be heard above the occasional conversation between fishermen. My stomach churned from the near-overwhelming scent of dead fish.

Well, I suppose I always did have an aversion to fish…

“…I don’t see any large ships around here,” Lucia said.

“Jeez, the smell of all this fish is gonna make me puke!” Sparrow exclaimed.

Oh, no…

“Yeah, that’s pretty common for out-of-towners,” an elderly man said. “All of us grew up here, so we’re all used to the smell of rotting flesh, heh heh heh!” I felt a surge of dizziness, and gently gripped my belly.

“Really? I think it smells quite nice,” Mihiramon commented.

“…You have problems, man,” Flamedramon said.

“Excuse me, good sir, but we happen to be looking for somebody,” Ulysses said.

“Oh, you lot are lookin’ for the Pirate Queen too, eh?”

“How did you—”

“If you’ve come to visit Thalia, there can be no other reason than to seek the aid of her,” the man said. “See that small peninsula sticking out into the sea? Her Majesty can usually be found there, through a cavern. On the other side, her great ship rests.”

“I see. You have our thanks, good sir,” Ulysses said.

“And you all don’t have to worry; her home of choice smells nothing of fish.”

Oh, thank the Goddess…

“That is…good to know,” Ulysses said. “Thank you, sir.” I looked up at the peninsula the man spoke of. It was a great rock formation, clearly formed through natural means. There was a thin layer of green atop it, and from a distance, I could make out a tree or two. “Let’s get going, everyone; and pray that she’ll help us…” Ulysses looked back at all of us for a moment. “…Zelda, why don’t you and Flamedramon come with me? I don’t wish to crowd the Pirate Queen in that small cavern; it looks to be quite a bit smaller than King’s Spear.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, quietly following after Flamedramon.

“Don’t screw it up. But hey; no pressure,” AeroVeedramon sighed.

I wonder what this Pirate Queen will be like. Will she be like Lucia, or Dianamon perhaps? I thought, walking into the cavern.

“Who goes there?” a stern, but calm voice asked, echoing rather quietly through the cavern.

“Is this the dwelling of the Pirate Queen?” Ulysses asked.

“…Who wants to know?”

“Look, will you just come out already?! I think it’s pretty damn obvious you’re the so called ‘queen’ of pirates!” Flamedramon shouted.

“…Very well said, Digimon.” The voice laughed, and its owner stepped out from behind a stone pillar. The woman that spoke was not exactly what I expected. She was rather tall, but had a slender and almost petit frame, and had long blonde hair. In her hand, she held a massive tomahawk that looked like it could have weighed more than its owner, and she had a huge scar running across her belly. Her manner of speaking was vastly different from that of the bandits we had spoken to earlier today; she spoke in a clear voice, and each word that passed from her lips was enunciated perfectly. “I am indeed the Pirate Queen, as many desire to call me. My name is Karen Swan. Have you come here seeking aid?”

“You…might say that,” Ulysses said. “I am Ulysses Melchett, the current leader of Lachesis.”

“Lachesis…Yeah, I’ve heard of you lot,” Karen smiled. She slowly walked up to us, still smiling. “You kill Thanatos Bandits for a living, don’t you?”

“Yes, that is our…forte, I guess you could say. These are among my oldest, bravest, and strongest companions, Flamedramon, and Zelda Kasuto.”

“…Old, huh?” Karen asked, gazing at me with a single ruby eye, the other of which was hidden by a tuft of her blonde hair. “Yeah, I can see your Mark there, sweet. Must’ve had a rough life before joining this lot, eh?”

“Um…I…guess so,” I said.

“Well, aren’t you a cute little thing? Don’t worry, sweet; I’m not going to hurt you,” Karen chuckled. “So, what is it you lot desire, then? You need some help cutting down a few Thanatos cunts?”

“No, that is not our current problem,” Flamedramon said. “Although, it was a Thanatos who directed us to you.” Karen raised an eyebrow at Flamedramon’s comment.

“Miss Swan…we need you to take us across the ocean to Cyllene,” Ulysses said. Karen stared blankly at him.

“…So…those bastards are starting to act up again, are they?”

“We’ve heard that your ship might be large enough to carry all of the allies we brought with us,” Ulysses continued. “We’ll be able to pay you up front if you desire…”

“Tell me…you plan on fighting them, right?” Karen asked.

“Of course we do!” Flamedramon shouted, a small flame twisting around his body.

“…Pay me after you’ve taken those bastards out,” Karen said. “You won’t be able to pay me if you die. That should be enough incentive for you all to come back here alive.”

“I see. Fair enough,” Ulysses said. “We have twenty Humans among us, and—”
“You don’t need to worry about numbers. My ship’s big enough to store a few Whamon, you know?” Karen asked. “I’ll only need a few minutes to get everything ready to go; I keep supplies and the like on the ship just in case I need to leave on a moment’s notice. Bring the rest of your friends to the end of this cave when you’re all ready to go.”


“Barbossa…how’re you holding up?” I asked.

“I’s gettin’ old, Vike,” my master replied. “Maybe…it be time for me to retire…I’m runnin’ low on…energy…”

“Barbossa, are you okay?!” I gasped. In the fraction of a second, Barbossa’s skin turned a ghastly white. “Barbossa!”

Now, now, my loyal servant. There is no need for you to be alarmed.

“W—Who said that?!” I asked. “Who are you?!”

Have you forgotten me already…Zudomon?” The shadow underneath Barbossa extended, and from it a Digimon emerged.

“Are…are you IceDevimon?”

“…What a shame. I was hoping you’d at least remember my appearance, Vikemon,” the Digimon said. “Whatever. Yes, I am IceDevimon. In your previous lifetime — and I guess mine as well — you worked for me as a Zudomon. Do you not remember hunting for the Diadem of Spiritual Balance in Nymphaea Province? Do you not remember Asuramon or Parrotmon?” I stared down at IceDevimon. “…Do you fear for this man’s life, Vikemon?”

“…Course I do! He’s my…partner…”

“Well, you don’t need to fear any longer, for he has no more life in him. He died the moment I left his soul.” I glared at the Champion, but I stopped myself from charging at him. I noticed myself trembling.

What is…this? He’s smaller than me…and he’s a Champion! But…I don’t feel like I can beat ‘im…

“You are correct,” IceDevimon said. I gasped. “Apologies. Did I forget to mention that I’m a mind reader? I forget to sometimes.” I took a step back.

“…Why did you kill him?!” I asked. “You saved him ten years ago…why did you kill him?!”

“…In my previous life, I was in a similar situation,” IceDevimon said. “I rested in the soul of a man named Clive Howell. In a few ways, he was similar to Barbossa; a bloody pervert who enjoyed raping and spreading misery, just like me. But Clive was a coward. He couldn’t do a single thing without me, so I abandoned him and left him to die at the hands of Thomas Kasuto and Statuedramon. The reason I needed Clive to be my host was because I was dying. Staying inside another helped me to rest, and gave me ample time to heal my wounds. Barbossa was different. He was powerful. He wasn’t a coward in the slightest. Dumb as a rock, maybe, but at least he was more intelligent than Clive, and far more independent. Because of his great power, I needed him to stay alive. Oh, I was able to come and go as I pleased…but as I left, I stole the very life force that dwells in every living being. I robbed him of his quintessence to further my own power so that one day…I’ll be able to find who I’m looking for.” IceDevimon looked up at me. “Now, tell me, Vikemon. Parrotmon and Asuramon remain loyal to me to this very day. What of you? Do you wish to rebel? Or, do you wish to receive my graces when I fulfill my goal?”

“You…you bastard!” I aimed a punch at the Fallen Angel, but he vanished before I could strike him.

“What a pity…When you were Zudomon, you were such a wonderful servant. I was blessed to have you. But as you’ve chosen to rebel, you are going to have to perish,” IceDevimon said. “Experience the ice that’s powerful enough to freeze over the flames of hell!” I reached for a morning star, but before I could get it, I was completely frozen over. That was the last thing I remembered.


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Chapter 56 - Fury of the Storm


This was the second time I had ever been out to sea. The sun was right in the middle of the sky, and the ocean shined brightly beneath it. Many of the others were spread out on the main deck, talking. A few others had gone below deck with seasickness. I myself sat with my back against the captain’s cabin. I was a bit surprised, though, that the rocking of the ship didn’t make me feel seasick like it did with many of the others, Lucia included.

Even someone as strong as her can’t handle the rocking of this ship…Those few left on the deck included the six Valencian Knights, Ulysses, Mihiramon, Flamedramon, Abigail, Edmund, AeroVeedramon, and Karen. I guess AeroVeedramon doesn’t even notice this tribulation, does he?

HEY, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” The suddenness of Isole’s voice surprised me much more than the volume. I ran to the entrance of the staterooms below the deck in time to see Isole walking up. Securely in the grip of her left hand was the wrist of Giselle’s right arm.

“Giselle, what are you doing here?” I asked.

“…I thought about what Isole told me after you all left,” Giselle said in a somber tone. “I…I’m useless without Rosemon. Ever since she left me, I haven’t been able to do anything for Lachesis. So I thought that…maybe I could be of some use, like you said, Isole…about becoming a shield when the enemy starts open-firing—”

“Giselle, no! You can’t do that!” I exclaimed. “Just because someone you love isn’t with you anymore…that doesn’t mean your life doesn’t have any meaning! My husband…he died hundreds of years ago, but I haven’t given up on life! To do that…that would mean he merely wasted his time protecting me! I couldn’t dishonor him like that…”

“But…Rosemon didn’t die…she abandoned me,” Giselle said. “She was right to do so…She left me because I was an idiot…I was a stupid, selfish coward…”

“…Dumbass! I didn’t mean for you to take my words seriously!” Isole hissed, lightly pushing Giselle away. A short but thick wave hit the ship’s hull, causing the entire vessel to rock back and forth violently. Isole and Giselle both fell to the floor, and both had a hand over their bellies.

“…Abigail, why don’t you take those two below deck so they can rest?” Ulysses asked.

“Yes, sir.” The Bio Hybrid bowed to our boss, and walked the two girls down below. I breathed a deep sigh, and sat back down to look up at the sky. The sound of footsteps caught my attention, and I turned to see Karen approaching me.

“Hey there. How’s it going?” she asked, sitting down on the deck next to me.

“Who’s steering the ship?” I asked.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, sweet; Pherania knows how to steer pretty damn good, so she volunteered,” Karen said. “So, then…You got something troubling you, don’t you, sweet?”

“…Nothing in particular,” I said. “I’m just worried about the whole situation in general. We’re fighting the Cyllene Imperial Army. I’m just…scared…”

“…You’ve had a rough life because of that Mark, haven’t you?” Karen asked. “Wanna talk about it? I’m a good listener, you know? If you want to talk, I’ll listen…”

“…Nothing too…out of the ordinary, I suppose,” I said quietly. “My father left us before I could even see his face. My mother was an abusive drunk who belittled and assaulted me whenever she could. Everyone I met hated me…until I met Thomas. He was the first regular Human who was ever nice to me, and he was still nice to me even after he found out what I am…I married him a few years later, and had a beautiful daughter with him, Hannah Victoria Kasuto…Of course, he didn’t have the Mark, so he…he’s dead now…” Karen’s hand gently clasped my shoulder.

“…Sorry…I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories or anything,” she said. “I was just…I just wanted to know if there was something I could do…”

“Karen…You know, you aren’t exactly what I was expecting,” I said. “When I heard you were a pirate…”

“Aw, don’t worry about that; you wouldn’t be the first to think I’d be a coldhearted bitch because I’m called the Pirate Queen.” I looked up at her and smiled. Well, I tried to look up, but the huge gash on her belly kept drawing my attention. Karen seemed to notice; she leaned back against the railing and patted her stomach. “Beautiful, isn’t it? This scar came from a fight to remember, for sure. Oh, I just love it when people notice it; it’s like my prized possession!”

“Oh…didn’t it…hurt?” I asked.

“Meh; a little bit, I suppose,” Karen shrugged. “Want to know how I got it?”

“Um…not rea—”

“Well, it was a little over a month ago…”

There I was, standing face-to-face with the hugest Snimon you’d ever see. I don’t know why, but that thing was pissed off about something or other, so he was having a bit of a temper tantrum back in Thalia. Well, I didn’t want anyone to get hurt, so I stood up to that Snimon all by myself. It was a pretty easy fight. Just a few swings of my axe was all it took to dispatch of him. Well, before I could lop off his head, one of his sickles cut into my belly. I took the opportunity to smash his head in, and I killed him. I was able to stop the bleeding, but I could never get the scar to go away. Not that I actually tried hard.

“And that’s how it happened,” Karen said. “Wanna touch it?”

“No…thank you,” I said.

“Suit yourself.” Another big wave hit the ship, making the ship much more violently than before. “…No…something isn’t right,” Karen muttered. The sky gradually darkened, as did the ocean water. A heavy rain suddenly began. “Everybody, something’s coming!” The water began swirling next to the ship, forming a whirlpool. From its center, an enormous black head rose from the depths.

“What…what is that thing?!” I asked. The rain was now pouring down, flooding the main deck.

“No, it can’t be,” Karen said. “That Digimon is called Cetosmon. It is one of the most hideous Digimon that lurks among the ocean floor, and one of the very strongest…” The Digimon leapt out of the whirlpool, and began flying in the sky. Six eyes, three on each side of its black and whale-like body, were glowing a frightening yellow color. “Cetosmon is an Ultimate level Digimon, a Whamon that has been infected by an evil virus. Its nose is pointed and made of iron; if it rams into a ship, it can easily break a hole, flooding the ship with water. All of this rain was caused by one of his attacks, the Endless Night. This is not good…”
“What should we do, Karen?” Ulysses asked. Karen looked down the stairs leading to the staterooms.

“We’ll have to take him out in the air, before he can ram into the ship,” the Pirate Queen said. “We can’t count on those burdened with seasickness to fight. Leopardmon, Mihiramon, and AeroVeedramon, can you handle him?”

“Yeah, no problem,” Mihiramon said. “HEY, AEROVEEDRAMON! LUCIA SAID IF YOU DON’T WAKE UP RIGHT NOW, SHE’LL CUT OFF YOUR—” The sleeping Dragon instantly jumped to his feet, and took flight after Cetosmon. Mihiramon flew off after him.

“Well, I’ll be damned; that actually worked,” Leopardmon sighed, taking to the dark, clouded skies as well.

“Shipwrecker!” Cetosmon began flying through the air slowly, almost appearing to be slithering.

“Magnum Crusher!” AeroVeedramon held up both claws, catching the flying whale by the nose.

“The two of you, listen up; with a Digimon this gargantuan, we’ll have to attack together!” Leopardmon commanded. “Black Aura Blast!”

“Dragon Impulse!”

“Tiger Wing Blade!”

“Blood Tide!” Eyeing the three Digimon that opposed him, Cetosmon shot a forceful stream of blood red water from three of his eyes and struck all three of the Digimon, nearly shooting them out of the sky.

“Black Wing!” Catching Cetosmon by surprise, BioLadyDevimon soared out from the ship and struck the Sea Animal in one of his eyes. Cetosmon roared as blood erupted from his now empty eye socket. The remaining two eyes from that side eyed the third, dangling from the tip of Abigail’s spear.

“Abigail!” Flamedramon called out.

“Don’t worry, dear; we’ve got this!” BioLadyDevimon said, blowing her husband a kiss. “Now, let’s take this freak down!” The Bio Hybrid swung her spear-arm, tossing Cetosmon’s eye into the churning waves of the deep, black ocean.

“Blood Tide!” The ocean turned from an infinite blackness to a deep crimson red, and resembled an ocean made entirely of blood. Geysers of deep crimson shot up from the violent sea and struck the four Digimon that opposed him. BioLadyDevimon, Leopardmon, AeroVeedramon, and Mihiramon fell, and soon disappeared beneath the surface of the ocean.

“No! Abigail! ABIGAIL!”

“Don’t jump, father! You’ll never make it!” Edmund exclaimed, holding tightly onto his father’s arm. Cetosmon began circling the ship from above, occasionally dripping a large splat of blood onto the deck.

Abigail…this…this can’t be happening…I had never had a loving mother in my life. After Thomas died, I was beside myself with grief. But Abigail was always there for me. By the time we, Flamedramon, and Mercurymon began traveling alone on Apollomon’s final request, I had already come to see her as a mother figure. She was a Bio Hybrid who could turn herself into a Fallen Angel Digimon. But she was always so…so kind to me. She comforted me when Thomas died. She was very gentle, and loving. I think, in a way, I sort of reminded her of Irene, who she seemed to be close to, so I was told.

“ABIGAIL!” Flamedramon screamed and screamed the name of his wife, but no response. No response, that is, until a huge, silver head emerged from the reddened sea.

“MetalSeadramon!” Karen said, smiling wide. The silver-colored MetalSeadramon rose up entirely from the ocean, and four figures were resting on his back.

“Abigail! Is she…Is she—”

“Don’t worry about a thing; all four of them are fine,” MetalSeadramon said, lowering his large head down and gently rolling the four off and onto the deck.

“What brings you here, old friend?” Karen asked.

“What do you think?! The whole ocean turned red!” MetalSeadramon exclaimed. “Thought you might be in trouble, so I came to check on you. Glad I came when I did; Cetosmon ain’t exactly an easy opponent, even for a Mega.”

“…You’re a special case, though,” the Pirate Queen said.

“I suppose I could be.” MetalSeadramon looked up. Cetosmon was still circling Karen’s ship, not seeming to have noticed MetalSeadramon’s presence. “Thousand Florin says I can take it down in one attack.”

“What?! No! Leopardmon couldn’t even hurt it! It should take you at least two or three attacks!” Karen retorted.

“Whatever; challenge accepted! River of Power!” MetalSeadramon unleashed a powerful energy blast from his nose, striking Cetosmon’s left flank clear through. A huge gush of blood spilled from the Sea Animal’s mouth, and slowly descended to the crimson waters that were changing to a deep dark blue. Soon, the huge Ultimate was completely out of sight. The dark clouds in the sky vanished, and the rain stopped. “Hand it over, Karen. I earned that thousand Florin.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get it for you later. I’ve got a job over in Cyllene with this lot here.”

“Yeah, I heard about the war and everything,” MetalSeadramon said. “…Honestly…I really would love nothing more than to help you and all of those Arcadian folk…But…I’ve got some business to attend to, you know?”

“Oh, that’s right…Well, that’s all right. You go and take care of that…job,” Karen said.

“…See you later, Karen.” The large, coiling serpent flew off, heading back to Arcadia.


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Chapter 57 - The Deflowering of Amber

Augustus Maxwell
Cyllene Imperial Continent
1 Day

To my dismay, I sat once again with the other two generals of the Cyllenian Royal Army, Eliza and Agamemnon, and their subordinates, Eeno and Barbamon. To my side was UlforceVeedramon. The six of us sat or stood in a rather large storage room of the castle.

“Our scouts have conveyed that they spotted a large ship approaching from the west,” Agamemnon said. The grey haired knight pulled a cigarette from his mouth and exhaled. “Should be here in ‘bout a day or so, if ‘m not mistaken.”

“Looks like they’ve responded to the invitation,” Eeno smirked. “But what of the Goddess’ Rebuke?”

“They must have all died,” Eliza said in her usual dull voice. “If Carmillamon weren’t such a whore, she’d have won for certain.”

“Win what?” I asked. “I had assumed that the Rebuke was sent to entice the Arcadians into war by killing innocent people. Was there another mission for them?”

“You’ll have to excuse me; I had simply forgotten to mention,” Eliza replied. “Before I sent the Rebuke off, King Desmond asked that I have them fight that mercenary group should they show themselves. It seems that they did, in fact, encounter that group.”

“By mercenary group…do you mean Lachesis?” Agamemnon asked.

“I can think of no other. His majesty predicted that they would interfere, as they did with the revival of Lilithmon and the rest of the Order of the Enchantress five hundred years ago,” Eliza said.

“So…that means we’ll have our fun soon; very soon,” Barbamon cackled. Eliza nodded.

“Oh, man I can’t wait to touch those ladies,” Eeno said, running his tongue across his lips. “Once we’ve defeated them, I’ll take my time laying down with ‘em, one at a time, over and over…”

“IF we defeat them,” UlforceVeedramon asked. “Whore or not, Carmillamon was still defeated. They cannot be taken lightly under any circumstances.”

“Why, UlforceVeedramon; that is precisely why we cheat,” Eliza said.

“That’s why you cheat, sniper,” Agamemnon grumbled. “I prefer crushing the skulls of our enemies with my bare hands.”

“I generally prefer crushing the ladies’—”

“Nobody wants to hear what you like, Eeno,” I interrupted. The assassin sneered, and turned away when the room’s door opened.

Amber…why did you have to come in here? Why…When those four are all together…You know what they do to you! The dirt-and-grime-covered maid walked in, carrying a small plate with a cup of tea on it.

“Here’s your tea, Miss Eliza,” Amber said, handing the beverage to the sniper.

“Jeez, took ya long enough!” Eliza snapped. She took a sip, and immediately spit it out onto Amber’s face. “What the fuck is this?! Tastes like piss and shit!” Eliza threw the cup, hitting Amber in the face shortly before shattering to pieces, several of which cut the maid’s skin before falling to the stone floor, shattering into even more, smaller pieces. Without seeming to notice what had just happened, Amber stooped down and began quietly gathering the pieces of the broken cup, only to have Eliza drop the plate onto her head, which also shattered. “Don’t just stand there, cunt! Get a broom and clean up the mess you’ve made!”

“At once, my lady,” Amber said.

…Even after all that, she’s still smiling? ...How could they do this to her…

“Watch yer step!” Agamemnon snickered, throwing his still-lit cigarette to the floor just in time for Amber to step on it with her bare feet. A small flicker of pain crossed her eyes, but quickly vanished, and the slave left the room. Eliza, Eeno, Agamemnon, and Barbamon all began laughing uncontrollably. I eyed UlforceVeedramon, and quietly left the room after Amber.

“Amber!” I called out. “Amber, wait up!” The maid turned around and smiled at me. In her tiny hands was another cup of tea.

“Is there something I can do for you, Sir Augustus?” Amber asked.

“…Are you okay?” I asked.

“What do you mean, sir? Of course I am alright,” she smiled.

“But…Eliza…she…And Agamemnon…they…”

“There is nothing to worry about, Sir Augustus,” Madelyn whispered. I looked deep into her eyes, a vibrant color that matched her name. Thin streaks of blood slowly trickled down her lovely face. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a clean, white handkerchief, and slowly blotted clean her face. “S…Sir Augustus…you know, there…there really isn’t any reason to worry about me…This happens…all the time…you know?”

“Yes, I do know…and that is precisely why I worry,” I said. “Why do you let them do this to you?”

“Because I am a slave.”

“…And do you know why you are a slave, Amber?”

“Because it’s my job.” I sighed. I took the cup of tea from her, and looked into her pretty eyes.

“…Amber…if any of those four…do something like that to you ever again, you come to me. Okay?”

“…If that is what you wish, Sir Augustus.”

“Yes, I do wish. I…I order you to tell me if they hurt you again. All right?”

“Yes, sir!” The young blonde bowed at the waist, and turned to walk off. Her long hair trailed behind her in the air. I clenched my fist, and walked back into the storage room. Eliza and Eeno looked at me, both with a disgusting grin on their faces.

“What took ya?” Eeno asked. “Babyin’ the slave again, August?” I walked past the man, and slammed the cup of tea on the top of a barrel next to Eliza.

“Is that from the slave?” Eliza sneered.

“Drink it or I’ll pour it down your throat,” I said. Eliza rolled her eyes and looked away. I shoved the sniper against a wall, and as I said, I poured every last drop of tea into her mouth. As soon as she swallowed, I rammed my fist into her belly. Eliza fell, coughing up spots of tea onto the floor. Agamemnon looked past us, with his usual stone faced expression. Eeno and Barbamon both looked rather amused. UlforceVeedramon stood at the far corner of the room with his arms crossed, and remained silent. “The next time I catch any of you four hurting Amber…You’re dead.”
“I’m going to be honest, I was expecting a more intimidating threat from you, Blue General,” Eeno said. I struck the man in the face, and quickly left the room again.

Eeno Freightheart
4 Hours

Casually, I walked through one of many vast hallways of Cyllene Castle. My nose, covered in dry blood, was probably broken from Augustus’s punch, but I didn’t care very much. Not with what I had on my mind; or rather, with whom I had on my mind. And that somebody was none other than our slave, Amber. If memory served, she was around fifteen years old, and I thirty-six.

The perfect age, she is, I thought. I slowed my pace, and looked up at a door. The door. The door leading to Amber’s bedroom. Quietly, I turned the ancient bronze doorknob and slowly opened the door, releasing a wave of dust into the air. I snuck into her surprisingly large bedroom, and to my delight, she was standing at the opposing side of the room, looking at me.

“Sir Eeno, is there anything I can do for you?” Amber asked, smiling as always. My pulse was racing with excitement. I had been waiting for this moment for so very long.

“Yes, actually…there is something that I would like you to do,” I said, closing the door behind me before slowly approaching the maid. “Amber…I would like for you to take off your clothes.” Her smile faded away for the first time in years.

“You…uh…E…Excuse me?” she asked timidly. I struck her across the face.

“I said for you to take your clothes off, you stupid little cunt.” Amber began to blink back a few tears as she began to realize the inescapable fate that was about to befall her. Ah, there’s the look I’ve been waiting for! She reached up to her shoulder, and slowly, very slowly, pulled down on her sleeve. “No, idiot; you gotta do it faster! Like this!” I grabbed Amber by the collar of her gown, and ripped the entire dress down the front, and tossed it to the floor. I grinned at the frightened and embarrassed expression on her face as she attempted to cover herself with her hands. “We ain’t done yet, doll. Now, don’t move; don’t want to kill you before I can have my fun.” I pulled my stiletto from its holster and slid it underneath her bra strap near her armpit, and cleanly sliced the garment off. Next came her panties; I slid my thin stiletto carefully down the side of her leg, and slit apart her final article of clothing. Amber stood naked in the middle of her room, tightly hugging herself out of fear and humiliation. My pulse was racing quicker than it ever had before, and I thought for certain a vein or two of mine might burst from the sheer speed.

“…Um…M—Mister Eeno…Am I…done…now?” Amber asked. Her cheeks were nearly as red as blood by now.

“Finished? Oh, no, my dear; why, I’ve only just begun!” I grabbed her by a single shoulder, and violently shoved her down onto her bed. I held both of her arms down, and took a moment to examine her naked body. Her breasts were still rather small, due to her age, but they were still sufficiently rounded. I could control myself no longer. Having gone mad with lust and excitement, I threw myself onto the bed on top of Amber, and at long last, my fun began.


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Chapter 58 - The Promised Land Far Away


It had been a trip much shorter than anticipated – we had all expected it to be longer due to the vast distance between Arcadia and Cyllene – but at the same time, it felt as though it took forever for Karen’s ship to pull up to a dock on the continent of Cyllene.

“Just a few more minutes, everyone!” Karen shouted. “We’ll arrive at Cyllene shortly!”

“Are you ready for this, Zelda?” Abigail asked.

“…I guess I have to be, don’t I?” I replied. “But…nobody here knows their way around; we don’t even have any maps of this continent!”

“All of us will pull through it safely,” Ulysses said. “Don’t worry, Zelda.”

“…I just wish Statuedramon was here to help us,” I whispered. “He always stole maps wherever he went, because he was always getting lost…”

“And then he lost them,” Flamedramon added.

“…And then he lost them. Yes.” I smiled, thinking of the fond memories I had with my late husband’s partner Digimon. “Maybe we should have tried to find—”
“We don’t know exactly where he is, Zelda,” Abigail interrupted. “All we know is that he was asked by one of your Spirits to be a ‘guardian of the east’ or something; that narrows it down to the entire Celosia Province. Celosia isn’t exactly small, dear.”

“And neither was Statch’s mouth,” Flamedramon said. “Or is ego, or his temper, or his…mouth…again, or his—”

“Yeah, yeah, we get the point, darling. The point is, Zelda, is that even if we could have found Statch, I doubt he would have been able to come with us, you know? You saw how deeply he wished to fulfill the wishes of Fanglongmon, and he would have been torn between obligation and helping his friends. It’s better that he doesn’t find out about this.” Ulysses stared hardly at us during our conversation, as if in deep thought. Finally, he turned to AeroVeedramon.

“You got that, Aero?” he asked.

“Right; if things go wrong, I fly back to Arcadia and find Statch, wherever the fuck he is,” the Dragon yawned. I blinked.

…It’s like words don’t even need to be said between the two, I thought.

“INCOMING!” Karen yelled. Her eyes were fixated on another, much larger ship with several cannons pointed at hers.

“FIRE!!!” a woman’s voice called out.

“Tiger Wing Blade!” At once, the numerous cannons of the opposing ship open fired, and had Mihiramon not attacked when he did, deflecting the fire of the enemy ship, Karen’s ship would have undoubtedly sunk to the bottom of the ocean. The larger ship drew in closer and closer, and in no time, it had Karen’s pinned against the side of a cove.

…What do they want from us?

“Those bastards…they’re with the Royal Army,” Karen grumbled.

“…The Cyllenian Army?” I asked. “But…they’re pirates…aren’t they?”

“Doesn’t matter to the bastards on this side of the pond,” Karen replied. “Clearly, they’re good at their job, which I’m guessing is the usual pirating business of taking control of other ships and their crew and valuables.” I looked back at the larger ship. A tall woman with deep crimson hair had a smug grin on her face.

“Ahoy there! You the Kapp’n of this ship, blondie?” she asked, looking at Karen.

“Who the hell do you think you are?! Do you know who you’re speaking to?!” Karen asked. “I am Karen Swan, the Pirate Queen!”

“Oooh! Impressive!” the redhead said sarcastically. “And I be Ansley; the Crimson Queen of the Pirate’s Sea!”

Ansley?! Wasn’t that the name of Barbossa’s—?!

“What do you want with us, Crimson Queen?!” Karen sneered.

“I be ordered by Desmond ‘eself to keep me eye out fer a ship comin’ this way from tha west!” Ansley said proudly. “And lookie here; a shipfull a morons come an’ sail right inna our waters! Talka ‘bout good luck, ai, boys?” From Ansley’s ship, howls and cheers of triumph rang out. “Well, whaddya lot say, uh? Ready fer us to decapitate you, then?” Ansley held up a brilliantly shinning rapier above her head, and leaped over from her ship to Karen’s. The two captains glared each other down, and gripped tightly in their hands a weapon; Karen’s massive tomahawk, and Ansley’s slim rapier. Ansley made the first move, and rushed Karen with her rapier aimed at the blonde’s chest. Karen, however, responded by swinging her tomahawk just in time to block Ansley’s attack, and with the lightest flick of her writs, sliced Ansley’s rapier in two.

“…Nobody…pirates…MY…ship!” Karen yelled, grabbing Ansley by the neck and shoving her against the railing of the ship.

“…You ain’t too bad a fighter,” Ansley chuckled, punching Karen in the throat to break free from her grasp. “…This be takin’ too long, and I ain’t had no breakfast yet; my belly’s a-rumbling!”

“Leaving so soon, coward?” Karen asked. Ansley shrugged, climbing the railing and jumping back to her ship. “…You aren’t abandoning your orders, are you?”

“All orders be followed ‘till me belly’s empty,” Ansley said, turning away. “Oi! We lot are headin’ fer somewhere with some grub! Time fer me to stuff me belly with everythin’ in sight!” More excited cheering came from Ansley’s ship, which turned away from Karen’s and sailed off towards the horizon.

“…That…was an incredibly short fight,” I said.

“I doubt that’s the last we’ve seen of her,” Karen said.

“If we do, we might be able to count our fortunes,” Ulysses said. “Her name was Ansley, right?”

“…You think so too, Mister Ulysses?” I asked.
“There’s not a doubt in my mind. That young lady was the very same Ansley that Barbossa thought had died fifteen years ago.”

Augustus Maxwell

“…They have arrived,” Agamemnon said.

“Those from the Western Continent?” I asked. Agamemnon nodded.

“I saw it. Our pirates pinned their ship against a cove, but something drove her away,” the older man sighed. “If I know that Ansley, it was probably because of her gut. No amount of food can fill up that empty void, I swear…”

“Speaking of guts…have any of you seen Duchess Eris?” Enno said, hanging upside-down from the rafters of the ceiling.

“How could we not? She’s been her for a few days,” Eliza said. “…But I see your point. She just keeps getting fatter and fatter with each passing day.”

“Eris has been known to honor her family’s older traditions, and elder traditions in general,” Barbamon said. “In the old days when money was scarce, being fat was considered a sign of wealth and being small was a sign poverty. Eris has always been a show-off, I suppose…”

What fools these knights can be. The enemy has already stepped foot on our soil, and the only thing they’re talking about is how fat Eris is!

“…I kinda miss those days,” Eeno said. “I like a girl with a little meat on her bones. Very sexy…”

“Then you and Eris are a match made in heaven,” UlforceVeedramon sighed.

“Tch. If Ansley keeps eating the way she does, soon she’ll make Eris look tiny,” Agamemnon said. “If it weren’t for that quick-ass metabolism of hers, that is…”

“Some girls get all the luck,” Eliza sighed. The sniper squeezed what little of her belly as could be seen from her top. “Getting prepped for war makes me stress eat, and I’ve got a date early next week. Hope he doesn’t dump me for being too fat…”

You of all people?! I wanted to scream out loud. You of all people have a date…What is this world coming to, Goddess Arcadia…

“Nah, don’t you worry about that, missy,” Agamemnon said. “You’re really purdy, no doubt. The guy ’d have to be gay, blind, or married to turn you down.”

“Why thank you, Agamemnon,” Eliza said.

“Now, onto business. Augustus; try and intercept that group from the west, would ya?” the older general asked. “You’re young and you’re strong. I know you can handle each of them on your own, even if they all fight you at once.”

“Thank you, Green General,” I said. “I swear…I will not let you down.”

“Not a possibility with you, Blue General.”


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Chapter 59 - Cold Wind to Valhalla

Desmond Silverveil

A ship has approached from the west. It’s time…by Goddess Arcadia, it is finally time! My dreams of conquest will finally come to fruition…

“Good day, brother.” I looked up from my bedroom window, and saw my younger sister, Eris, walking up to me. “Is it time?”

“…Almost,” I said quietly.

“Almost? What do you mean, brother?” Eris asked.

“…That bastard child of mine…He continues to badger me with questions about his mother, as he has done all his life. It is beginning to grow bothersome.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“…I’ve been looking for a way to rid myself of that pest,” I continued. “With the upcoming war…I believe I have the answer I have been seeking.” I looked down into my sister’s crimson eyes. “He will be killed…the same way Sapphira was.”

“Oh; you’ll publicly announce him as a traitor?” Eris batted her eyes. I nodded.

“Yes…word will go out that he is why there are invaders from the west,” I said. “The idiot masses won’t know a thing about what is truly going on; but if they are given a reason as to why our country has been invaded, they will be all the more willing to go along with whatever bullshit I tell them.”

“…That’s a good plan, brother. But what of your harlot daughter?”

“I require an heir. She must stay alive, and she must remain here, at all costs. I grow old, dear sister; naturally, I would hand the throne to you should something befall me, but protocol insists that a direct descendent of mine rule after my passing. If both were to die, the people would grow suspicious.”

“Yes…I understand, brother,” Eris said. For a moment, I saw a flicker of rage in my sister’s eyes, but it vanished soon after. I ignored it, and left my bedroom to find UlforceVeedramon standing just outside, as I had ordered him to mere moments before.

“UlforceVeedramon…I have a request to make,” I said.

“Whatever it is you desire, Your Majesty, I shall do so,” the Exalted Knight said. I grinned.
“I need you to bring Kelik to me. Immediately.”

Tamiko Silverveil

My precious younger brother was curled up, fast asleep, in the middle of my bed. I sat on the floor, with my back to the side of my bed. Every once in a while, I would hear Kelik whimper in his sleep; when I’d reach up to gently stroke the side of his face, he’d stop, and smile. This went on for a few hours for the past few days. He hadn’t left my room once since Eris came to the castle, and I hadn’t left his side. A knight I had posted to guard my bedroom, Kentaurosmon, would visit us to bring us both our meals. I hadn’t been too hungry, though; my stomach was in knots worrying about Kelik, in spite of growling with hunger occasionally.

Poor little thing…I swear, if Eris places a stubby, fat finger on him, I’ll—

“My lady. I am here to visit.” My door had opened without my notice, and UlforceVeedramon looked down at me with a sad look in his eyes.

“…What is it, Ul?”

“…King Desmond has…requested the presence of your brother,” the Exalted Knight said. My eyes widened.

“…But…he can’t,” I whispered. “Ul, don’t you realize what my father and Eris want to do to Kelik?! That’s why the two of us have stayed in my room for days! You can’t…you can’t take him away from me…”

“I’m afraid I haven’t any choice, my lady. This is what the king has ordered of me.”

“…Kentaurosmon!” The red-armored Mega poked his head into the room. “Kentaurosmon…you can’t let him take Kelik away…” Kentaurosmon walked all the way into my room.

“UlforceVeedramon…why don’t you give Tamiko a break?” he asked. “You know as well as I do how much Desmond loathes his son. Do you not think it unwise to bring Kelik in alone to His Majesty?”

“Of course I do, Kentaurosmon. But I am a knight of Cyllene. And knights of Cyllene always follow their orders!” Kentaurosmon clenched his fist, but didn’t back down from the other Mega Digimon. “Stand aside…old friend.”

“…No. I was ordered by Milady Tamiko to ensure that she and her brother were not disturbed, and I do believe taking Kelik against their wish would do much more than disturb them!” Kentaurosmon exclaimed, holding up his crossbow at UlforceVeedramon.

“…You mean to turn your hand against me?” UlforceVeedramon asked. “…I do not wish to fight a fellow Exalted Knight…especially an old friend of mine. But I must do what His Majesty has ordered of me! Ulforce Saber!” Before Kentaurosmon could react, UlforceVeedramon’s attack struck the side of his torso. Kentaurosmon fell to the ground, clutching his side as blood began to spill from the wound when UlforceVeedramon kicked him in the face and knocked him out cold. I stepped all the way to the far end of my room, trembling with fright over UlforceVeedramon’s actions. Miraculously, Kelik had not awaken, even when the Exalted Knight reached and hoisted him up off of my bed by the arm.
“…No…No, don’t take him!” I screamed. “You can’t…you just can’t…” UlforceVeedramon gazed at me, unmoving for what seemed to be hours before he turned to leave my room. “No…Get back here!” I grabbed Kelik’s wrist, but UlforceVeedramon shoved me to the floor, and quickly left my room. “…No…Kelik…Please…Don’t hurt him, father…”

Desmond Silverveil
5 Hours

It had all happened much quicker than I could ever have hoped for. Thanks to a messenger, word had gotten around to the nearest town of Kelik’s “treason.” A large crowd had gathered in a ring just outside the castle. At the center of the ring of Humans and Digimon was a wooden platform. There was a cacophony of cheers, yelling, and simple conversations among the crowd — mostly angry — that made one incapable of thought. I didn’t mind. It was all going according to plan. Eris and I approached the platform and walked up a few stairs. At the very center stood Kelik; his arms and legs were bound with chains and a heavy iron ball, and above him hovered a Phantomon.

“It is time, brother,” Eris whispered excitedly.
“Yes…it is…” I turned to face my unknowing people. “Everyone gathered here today, remember these words!”

Tamiko Silverveil

Kelik…Kelik…Where could father have taken you?! I must have searched the entire castle two or three times over since UlforceVeedramon had taken Kelik away. My stomach churned in agonizing pain every time I checked the dungeons, not only from fear of seeing Kelik chained up behind bars, but also from seeing the other prisoners covered in blood, grime, and chains. I made a vow to myself to free them after I found Kelik. I had removed my heels long ago so I could run easier and faster, and though my bare feet and chest ached from nonstop running, I continued on my search. I ran outside the castle, hoping I might find Kelik outside. Instead, I found an enormous crowd of people. …No…Could Kelik…could he be— I ended my thought immediately, and continued running to the crowd.
“Remember these words!” Desmond roared. “Armed soldiers from the western continent have breached our shore, and they plan on bringing us into a needless bloodshed! Although it pains me to admit this, it was recently revealed to me that my son, my very own flesh and blood, Kelik Silverveil, has been leaking information of our knights’ formations to the great western enemy, and it is for this reason that they were able to breach our shores on this very day!” This comment rose up a surge of outbursts among the crowd. I kept trying to force my way through the hundreds of people, but the sheer number of them slowed my advance drastically.

“I saw a ship arrive on the shore just a few hours back!” several people said.

“The king speaks the truth!” a few others said.

“How could the prince do something like that?!”

“…Who is Kelik? I never knew the king had another child besides Princess Tamiko…”

“I recall hearing of a bard living at the castle going by the name Kelik.”

“Now, my people; hear me!” Desmond continued. “For my son’s treason, a decision has been made by my cabinet.” Desmond raised his arms, and looked towards the sky. “On this day, my son, Kelik Silverveil, shall be executed!” My heart instantly stopped. My entire body froze over with numbness.

…No…He…can’t be…serious…I've always known my father hated my little brother. My mother, Sapphira, had grown weary of Desmond’s abuse and cruelty. She had decided to leave him for another man, one far more kind, and she took me with her. As fate would have it, Desmond found us. The man was instantly killed, and it was soon discovered that my mother was pregnant with that man’s child. After the child was born, my mother was killed as well.

“Phantomon! If you would do the honors!” My father locked eyes with me. It was as if he was expecting me. I ran quicker and quicker through the crowd, but I ran into something.

An…invisible wall?!

“Ready yourself!” Phantomon held his scythe up to the sky.

“No…no! Kelik! KELIK!!!!” I tried forcing way through the barrier, but to no avail. “NOOOOO!!!!!!”

“Tamiko! Don’t look!” A hand grasped around my arm, and pulled me back. “There is…nothing that can break through UlforceVeedramon’s Tensegrity Shield,” Kentaurosmon said.


“Turn away! This is not something you need to see!” Kentaurosmon exclaimed.

“Shadow Scythe!” Somehow, I was able to wrench free from Kentaurosmon’s grasp just as the Phantomon lowered his scythe. Time seemed to slow as much as it could have. The scythe tore into the back of Kelik’s neck. He tried to scream, but nothing made it past the gag in his mouth but blood. And soon, his head fell and hit the platform. The crowd went wild with applause and cheering. I fainted at once.


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Chapter 60 - Spirits of the Past

Continent of Cyllene

Cyllene wasn’t very different from Arcadia. The large city our group walked through looked no different from a place like Acacia or Yew. The Humans all looked the same, and pretty much every Digimon I saw I had already seen or known of beforehand. Still, I was racked with fear.

I guess I’m still the same old coward I’ve always been…Can’t do anything without Tommy by my side.

“Keep your eyes open, everyone,” Ulysses said. “I’m sure the Imperial Soldiers are aware of our presence by now, and we’re sure to run into some sooner or later.”

“We have a plan, right?” Sparrow asked.

“…Sort of,” the boss replied. “We’re short on numbers here, so we should try to make this quick. Our plan is this; we storm the castle, take either King Desmond or Duchess Eris hostage, and force their hand.”

“I can see why Geitz knew you weren’t a good leader,” Alicia muttered under her breath.

“Oh, like you can do any better, slut?!” Isole asked.

“I would think that you could, you insufferable, flat-chested—”

“Enough,” Ulysses said in a calm, quiet voice. “It was — and is — Isole’s plan. She didn’t say we’d all simply rush into the castle all at once to our deaths, Alicia.
“No; the plan is a bit more…complex…than that, I suppose you could say,” Bokomon said. “In the end, it probably is the same, though, but the plan is for our large group to split up into several smaller ones, thereby dividing up Cyllene’s army and giving our groups an easier time defeating our enemy. With the task complete, the groups are to rejoin at a designated locale, and then storm Castle Cyllene. There will be a few soldiers left, but our groups will undoubtedly have decimated most of the remaining forces.”

“What do you mean by ‘remaining’?” I asked.

“Remember what I learned from Carmillamon? That Duchess Eris plans on assassinating King Desmond?” Isole asked. “Our groups will be dropping off this bit of information here and there to the point where the knights don’t fully trust Eris. Of course…we’ll have to wait to storm the castle until we hear word of Eris’s plan working, but with that knowledge in mind, I highly doubt most of Desmond’s troops will be willing to do what Eris tells them. With them out of the way, our job becomes a hell of a lot easier.”

“…I see…So that is what you are planning,” an unknown voice said. All in our group instantly became alert, as a tall swordsman, garbed in a blue cape and wielding an enormous golden broadsword. “In truth, I had no idea Eris planned on murdering Desmond. If I may ask, how did you come upon this information?”

“And just who the hell do you think you are?!” Flamedramon snapped.

“Oh, do forgive me. I am Augustus Maxwell, Blue General of the Cyllene Imperial Army,” the man said.

A…general?! So soon?! We haven’t even fought any regular soldiers yet! And he’s so young, too! Just how strong could he possibly be in order to be a general?

“We got the info from Carmillamon,” Isole stepped forward. “There really is no advantage or disadvantage in me telling you. All of the Goddess’ Rebuke have been annihilated, with the exception of Karatenmon.” To my surprise, the young general smiled.

“I see. So, the rumors are true,” Augustus said. “Well, now…I guess if you lot were capable of taking nine of them down, I suppose I oughtn’t take you lightly.” The man slammed his golden sword into the ground, and reached to his pocket. “I see many powerful Digimon, and even Humans, amongst your ranks. Such a serious battle I’ve got ahead of me; I shouldn’t leave it up to the strength of a weak Human like myself.” From his pocket, Augustus pulled a grey pouch.

No way…Is he…Could he possibly be a—

“My friend…come from the other side and aid me in this battle,” Augustus chanted, holding a small stone in the palm of his hand.

He is…He’s a Summoner!

“Come forth, Beelzemon!” The general held the Talisman up high, and before him, the Digimon Spirit appeared at once.

“Yeah…hear ya loud ‘n clear, boss man,” Beelzemon smirked.

“Yeesh…just got a chill down my spine from the memory of that Digimon,” Abigail said.

“Don’t worry; I won’t let him touch you this time,” Flamedramon said. “Even if this one isn’t Michalis, I’ll keep you and Edmund safe!”

“No…let me handle this!” Mia exclaimed, reaching into her own pouch. “Spirit Digimon are much stronger than others of their species, and Beelzemon was already strong to begin with! Come forth, Blastmon!” The massive Digimon appeared from a golden light emitted by Mia’s Talisman, and glared down at the vastly smaller Beelzemon.

“Ho boy…You’re gonna owe me for the headache I’m gonna get from fighting this big lug, boss,” Beelzemon sighed.

“Yes; whatever you wish, my friend,” Augustus replied.

“…Mia, let me help you,” I said. “I’m a Summoner too, and—”

“If you wish to fight as well, Milady, then you will have to face a different Digimon than Beelzemon,” Augustus said, pulling out another Digimon Talisman. “Come forth, BlackWarGreymon!” Another Mega Digimon appeared before the general, looking directly at me.

Not another Mega! I don’t have any Digimon Spirits past Ultimate anymore…

“…Well? Do you wish to aid your friend?” I looked over at the younger Summoner, who gave me a reassuring smile.

“…Yes! I will! Come forth, Greymon!”

“A…Greymon?” BlackWarGreymon asked. “Are you certain you wish to send my…Champion form to battle me?”

“I do have an Ultimate Spirit…But I trust my friends! And I trust Greymon to be able to handle you!” I shouted.

“If you insist. Terra Destroyer!”

“Nova Blast!” The two fireballs collided in the sky, swallowing each other up and vanishing.

“Huh…not half bad,” the opposing Spirit said.

“Final Subago̅n Punch!” Blastmon rammed his fist to the earth, creating a mighty tremor but just barely missing the nimble Beelzemon.

“Double Impact!” Beelzemon’s attack hit Blastmon directly in the face, making the massive Spirit raise his thick arms to his face, looking like he was trying to wipe the pain away as one would do so for a face full of sand or dust.

“Dramon Killer!” BlackWarGreymon held up his gauntlets just in time to protect himself from being skewered by Greymon’s piercing fangs. Greymon pushed down harder, and BlackWarGreymon’s legs began to sink into the earth.

“Hold tight, BlackWarGreymon!” Augustus commanded.

“Got it…boss,” the Spirit grunted.

“Diamond Machine Gun!”

“Double Impact!” Blastmon fired all of the crystals from his body, but Beelzemon shot them all in the air before they could travel too far, and shattered gemstones sparkling in the sunlight rained down onto the ground. “Darkness Claw!” Beelzemon leaped into the air, and raked his claws across the larger Spirit’s face.

“No, Blastmon!” Mia reached into her pouch once again. “Come forth, Aquarimon!”

“Premenitmon!” I nearly choked and gagged in shock from the newest Digimon Spirit that popped into existence.

“Well, now…it seems that almost all seven are here again,” Abigail laughed.

“…Sephyrus,” I whispered. As I went through the memories I had of that man’s Bio Hybrid form, I realized that Abigail was right. Augustus had Summoned Beelzemon, BlackWarGreymon, and Premenitmon, the Digimon forms of Michalis, Saias, and Sephyrus. Mia had Summoned Blastmon and Aquarimon, the Digimon forms of Magnus and Irene. Abigail herself was LadyDevimon. The only one missing was Arbormon, the Digimon form of Adrian.

“Premenitmon, you know what needs to be done. Handle Aquarimon,” Augustus said.

“Anything for you, boss!” Premenitmon replied, holding his staff up to the target given to him. “Golden Ankh!”

“Aquarius Knight!” Water erupted from Aquarimon’s urn, taking the form of a knight that protected her from Premenitmon’s attack. “Aquarius Wyvern!” The knight shifted into the form of a dragon that flew headfirst into Premenitmon, knocking the Spirit off his feet and flying backwards into the air. “Goddess Urn!” Gallons of water shot from the urn, once more striking Premenitmon until his back slammed into a tree. Premenitmon vanished from sight, and the tree he hit had nearly fallen over from the force of Aquarimon’s attack.

“Diamond Machine Gun!” Blastmon attacked once again, and while Beelzemon attempted to shoot down each of the airborne crystals, Blastmon rammed his fist down onto him, defeating Beelzemon with a Final Subago̅n Punch.

“Nova Blast!” With his arms still clamping Greymon’s jaws open, BlackWarGreymon was struck by a stream of flames, and was miraculously defeated in mere moments.

“…I see…You were able to defeat all three of my Digimon,” Augustus said. “Very impressive; especially your Greymon, Milady. It isn’t very often you see a Champion level Digimon defeat its Mega form.”

“It’s my bond with my owner that’s made me as powerful as I am now,” Greymon said.

“I can see that each and every one of you will prove to be an insurmountable obstacle for the Royal Army,” Augustus continued. “…You should count yourselves lucky. If I were one of the other two generals, I’d take it upon myself to end your lives here and now to prevent any further casualties for my army.”

“But…you aren’t,” I whispered, looking into the eyes of the general. “You’re letting us go…?” Augustus nodded.

“That’s the plan. I’ll stand down for now, and I will not call any soldiers after you. But I have a feeling I’ll be seeing all of you again soon enough,” the general said, smiling at us before drawing his blade from the soil before turning to walk away.

“…Should we follow him?” Sparrow asked.

“No. For all we know, he could be expecting us to follow him, and he could easily lead us into a trap, or an ambush,” Ulysses said.

“But…do we believe him?” Lucia asked. “What if he’s…I don’t know…preparing to ambush us from behind? What if he does call a bunch of knights to fight us?”
“…No. He wasn’t lying,” I said. “I could see it…in his eyes. A man like him…he would never lie.”

“Very well then. Now, I’d like to place our plan into action,” Ulysses said. “There’s a fairly large city up ahead, according to my Fusion Loader. Now…Alicia, I’d like you to lead a group to that city, and scout things out for us. The main group will go in later. I’m expecting some number of soldiers, maybe even a general, to be waiting for us to appear. If things go wrong, Alicia and her group will lead us out. Does that sound like something you could do?”

“No sweat!” Alicia smiled.

“Very good. Take…Bokomon, Matthew, Coronamon, Giselle, Elizabeth, and Quetzalmon with you.”


Tamiko had lain unconscious in her bed since Kelik’s execution. I realized that it may have been wrong to attempt to stop her, but if I wouldn’t have been able to break through UlforceVeedramon’s Tensegrity Shield, Tamiko would have fared much worse. The only thing I could do was ensure that Tamiko didn’t see her brother die, but I even failed to do something as simple as that.

“Yes…how truly pathetic you are.” I jumped at the sound of Desmond’s voice. I glared at the king. His partner Digimon, Parrotmon, stood behind him, laughing silently to himself. “That…is what you were thinking…wasn’t it, Kentaurosmon?”

“What are you doing here, Desmond?” I asked. The king gave me a smug, triumphant grin.

“What do you think? I’m here to gloat,” Desmond said.

“Not very kingly of you,” I muttered under my breath.

“Perhaps…but…Either way…I’ve got that bastard child out of my castle for good. Now then…”

“Don’t tell me you plan on executing Tamiko too!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Kentaurosmon. I need an heir, after all. She’s no use to me dead.”

“Yeah! Use yer head, will ya?!” Parrotmon exclaimed.

“…Desmond. Why have you come here?”

“…You know, Kentaurosmon, I was really hoping you wouldn’t be here,” Desmond sighed. “Just like that time about ten years ago.”

“You…you plan on molesting Tamiko again?!” I aimed my crossbow at the king’s throat, glaring daggers at the man whose cruelty knew no bounds.

“…Yes…this was how you stopped me back then, wasn’t it?”

“You keep your grubby weapon out of His Majesty’s face!” Parrotmon squawked.

“Don’t worry about it, Parrotmon,” Desmond said. “Kentaurosmon…we both knew each other’s secret, so we both agreed to keep quiet. Isn’t that correct…?” Slowly, I lowered my crossbow. “You have no need to worry…I won’t try anything tonight. Not with your presence ruining everything.”

“You better pray to the Goddess that you don’t try anything ever again,” I said firmly.

“…You always have amused me, Kentaurosmon,” Desmond chuckled.