SPOILER WARNING!
This is just a one shot unless I have a sudden spurt of inspiration again. It serves as a more in depth look at one of the legacies brought up in my other fic (Counterpart). I would have posted it later once the story escalated to this part, but hey, that's what teasers are for, right? I'll be updating Counterpart as soon as possible and please excuse any mistakes. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own digimon. The end.
In a crystal city deep within the digital world, a great commotion was about the Citadel. Inside a congregation of angels sat upon their lofty seats. The room they were gathered in appeared not so much a courtroom as a lecture hall of sorts. There was no bench, there was no jury if, but he was to be judged. And rather unjustly if he might add.
A Seraphimon was seated in the center, the obvious leader of the council. His voice was undercut with age, but his armor hid his withered appearance. To his left, a MagnaAngemon was seated, his stance rigid and apathetic. To his right, Clavisangemon sat, drumming his metallic fingers impatiently and every now and again shooting fleeting glances at his cohorts, such being an Angemon or two and a few odd looking creatures that he had never seen before, but knew to be powerful holy digimon. Despite their differences, no one would discriminate against them. His gaze fell briefly on a metal angel with blades for hands. He shuddered. And that was acceptable? Peh.
Bitterly, he clenched his fists, his small muscles tensing against the cold metal of his shackles. SHACKLES for Fangloungmon's sake! As if he, a mere rookie, were a threat to the assortment of upper level digimon before him. It was laughable. Indisputably unfair.
"Lucemon." The old Seraphimon cleared his throat, fighting off a fit of coughing. His fellow angels gave each other knowing glances and patiently waited for their old leader to continue. The boy in question smirked. Did the old fool even realize that as he sat, smug in his power, his "companions" were awaiting, no... anticipating his demise? Such treachery in a land of the divine. How fitting.
"Lucemon, you have disobeyed the sacred laws of inter-dimensional relations. You stole the key cards and crossed through the gate to earth, you were seen by countless humans, you resisted arrest, attacking an esteemed member of the Holy Council, not to mention that you have broken one of our most revered commandments by harming a human child-"
"THAT'S A LIE!"
He hadn't even remembered charging forward, but before he knew it, his face was pressed to the ground as two MagnaAngemon forced him into submission.
"You see, Master Seraphimon?! He is a vicious thing! Just look at what happened to the last Lucemon! Now, the fiend is part of the Seven Demon Lords! How can we risk that this little... traitor won't run to them?"
He could barely hear him over the sound of his own ragged breathing, but it didn't matter. He knew who had turned him in. He knew who had lied. He knew who he was going to pit his revenge against. And at the slight panic in the Angemon's voice, he knew it too.
"Samuel, please. Unpredictable nature or not, I will not carry out a sentence unless it is agreed upon. Do not forget your place!"
The Angemon grumbled, but bowed his head respectfully and took his seat. "Yes father."
FATHER? Lucemon glared up at Samuel, disgusted as the angel grinned back at him. That sneaky, low-life bastard. So that was it. HE had stolen those damned key cards. ...He stole the key cards. Lucemon stared, his anger lost for a moment in dumbfounded wonder. He would be in trouble for that surely, but it wouldn't be anything too upsetting to daddy dearest, at least, nothing he would have to frame someone for. Unless he was the reason that Parrotmon had gotten into the real world in the first place. Daddy would be a bit angry if he learned his son had made that big of a boo boo. Lucky for him that Greymon had...
"You devious son of a bitch." It came out more like an astounded whisper rather than the indignant accusation he meant it to be.
Of course. It was no accident. He had sent the Parrotmon to take out the Greymon and the children no doubt. But why? What could possibly drive him to such madness?
"Those in favor of finding the accused guilty?"
A chorus of "I's" could be heard. The Seraphimon didn't even bother to ask about his innocence. "And his punishment?"
"Confinement!"
"Deletion!"
"Exile!"
"Delete his programming!"
All fell silent, wide eyes fixed on Samuel as he awkwardly sat back down.
"Stop this! Please!"
All eyes shifted to the petite Angewomon who had made her way into the room. She wore no helmet, revealing soft blue eyes a crystaline cerulean that shined against her pale, rosy skin. Her long blond hair was almost golden, cascading to her hips in silken locks. She sashayed, but the child-like essence she radiated proved that she was oblivious to her sensuality.
"Serafina, what is the meaning of this?!" The elder was furious, finally rising from his seat to glower down at the lithe womon.
"Da, don't do this. He is a rookie, a little boy. And he is kind. I have seen him."
At this, Lucemon did remember her. Of course, she had been in her full armor then, but there was no mistaking her small form.
Samuel shot from his seat. "He attacked a child!"
"I don't believe that!"
The Angemon stared in disbelief. It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
The Seraphimon's voice was careful. "Are you questioning a member of the council?"
"No." her eyes narrowed with surprising menace for one so innocent, challaneging them all. "I am questioning my idiot brother. And I am questioning your compassion."
ClavisAngemon cleared his throat, then spoke as if he were cajoling a child. "Serie, there can be no compassion here. Justice is blind."
"Yet it can see his potential." No one had a retalitaion so she continued. "And you all fear it."
The Seraphimon cleared his throat, obviously not amused, but shaken. "Then... He is to be banished from Holy City."
ClavisAngemon gave a nod. He turned to look at the MagnaAngemon beside his master. "I find that adequate. What do you think?"
He shrugged. "A bit lenient, but since the child is well and the cards have been returned... Yes. I find it adequate as well."
Seraphimon cleared his throat, his voice somewhat raspy. "Very well. Lucemon, you are hereby exiled from the Holy City. If you so much as set foot back here. You will be deleted and there is no guarantee on what will become of your data. Understood?"
He didn't reply. They wouldn't care if he did.
Serafina's soft voice was the only thing he remembered before he was thrown out flat on his ass.
"I'm sorry, Tristan. Be strong."
He stared at the offending pearly gates, grinding his teeth. She'd be sorry, all right. She'd be sorry she had convinced them to lighten his sentence.
He swore right then and there to himself that someday he would return. And he would be strong. No, he would be the strongest. He would be the one in charge. He would be the one condemning people. He would set his own destiny. And no one, human, digimon, or what have you, was going to stop him.
He spared the crystal city one last glance, forever imprinting the image in his memory before he set off into the forest and his new home in the darkness.
So... I changed my mind and I'm thinking this is just going to be two chapters. I don't really want it to be an epic tale, but it needs a bit more to clarify anything. As always, thank you for reading and please, read and review!