Lord Lucemon sat on his throne with cheek on fist, watching his servants go about their work of cleaning the great throne room.
Suddenly the large doors swung open and in walked Seraphimon.
"What is the meaning of this?" Lucemon demanded, raising his head to glare at the Angel-type.
Seraphimon inclined his head towards Lucemon as he approached. "I am sorry for the sudden intrusion, Lord Lucemon. But this is a matter of great importance."
"What is so important that you come unannounced, Lord Seraphimon?"
"A child has been born in the Digital World."
"So?" Lucemon inquired, uninterested.
"It seems you do not realize the rarity of such an event. A human child has been born in the Digital World. Don't you remember the prophecy?"
Lucemon, who had perked up when Seraphimon said "human child", now returned to his normal sullen mood. "Yes, I remember. What does this have to do with me?"
"We of the High Council have decided to leave the child in your care, for you are the only one truly qualified."
"What?" Lucemon cried, outraged. He stood up, fists clenched. "I will do no such thing!"
"You cannot defy the Council's decision, Lucemon." Seraphimon replied coolly.
Lucemon ground his teeth, knowing it was true. "Fine!" he spat a few moments later. He snapped his fingers.
A group of six Bastemon, uniquely distinguishable only by their different colored jewelry and bracelets, walked forward and bowed. "Master?"
"Celia, come forward."
The eldest of the group took a step forward, dipping low in elegant bow, her long auburn hair draping over her thin shoulders. "Yes, Master?" she asked with a hint of a purr to her voice.
"Take the child from Lord Seraphimon. It is your and the Elite Dancers' responsibility from now on."
Celia bowed. "As you wish." She turned and took the bundle that contained the child from Seraphimon, then left with her Elite Dancers.
Relieved of his bundle, Seraphimon bowed and left.
Lucemon glared at his servants, who had ceased working when Seraphimon arrived. "Get back to work!"
Frightened, the Digimon servants scrambled to get busy.
Lucemon sighed, dropping down in his chair. He folded his hands in front of him. "So it's finally coming to pass."
Out in the hallway, the Elite Dancers were surrounding Celia, trying to get a better look at the child.
"It's so tiny!"
"Can I hold it?"
"What shall we do with it?"
"What should it be named?"
"Aww, it's waking up!"
The small child was indeed awakening. It yawned and looked up at the Bastemon sleepily.
"Awwww!" they said in unison.
While the group cooed over the child, an Impmon was peeking around the corner, roused from a troubled slumber by the commotion.
"What's goin' on 'ere?" he muttered to himself. "I tink I'll check it eet out." He walked towards the group. Due to his small size, he was able to squeeze through to Celia. He tugged impatiently on one of her soot-grey tails, causing many bracelets to jingle with a beautiful tone. "Celia, lemme see!"
Celia winced from the pain and looked down, along with the other Bastemon, to see Impmon. She made a face. "Ah, it's you."
"What do you want, you nosy rat?" Mercia hissed, tails swaying like angry snakes accompanied by the bracelet's tinkling sound.
"Just ta see what da ruckus is all 'bout is all."
"We've been put in charge of raising a human child!" Honkora, replied, clapping her paws together gleefully.
"Human?" Impmon asked, confused.
"Yes."
"Lemme see!"
Celia stared at Impmon, displeasure evident in her light amethyst eyes. After a moment she sighed and knelt down on one knee.
Impmon still had to go on tip-toe to see over the Bastemon's arms.
The baby looked up at him and giggled.
Impmon blushed, causing all the Bastemon to giggle.
The baby reached out and touched Impmon's nose with a tiny finger.
"Aww, that's so cute!"
"I can't believe it, it likes the little rat!"
"Unbelievable!"
Impmon made a face and rubbed his nose.
The baby giggled, then yawned sleepily.
"So what should we name it?"
Celia frowned. "Hm...well it seems by the features that it is female..."
"Oh, what about Saika?" Honkora suggested. "That's a beautiful name!"
Celia smiled and looked to the others, who nodded. She looked back down at the baby, now on the verge of falling asleep. "Alright then, your name is Saika."