Some people have asked me to do another Digimon one shot. So, I decided to pull this idea that I've been sitting on. This setting takes place in Multiverse.
Darkness is everywhere. It lurks in the corners, behind objects, and follows you around. It even lurks in the pit of our hearts. You can't escape it. Everday we fight the darkness within. We try to make decisions that are right and just. Yet, sometimes we give in to it and stray away from our hearts. And sometimes, we are consumed by it. One woman has to live with the consequences of living with one of those kind of people.
Angewoman walked through the lonely hallways of a castle. The cold air stung at her skin, as she passed the unfriendly halls. A Bakemon flew past her, causing her to shiver. The little bundle in her arms did so too. She pushed him further into her chest, for comfort. "Now, now little one, they won't hurt you." She said sweetly, storking his little head. It was the little babies nap time, so she decided to take him. 'More like forced.' She thought.
They soon passed by her eldest son's room. She sighed. 'Oh, how he's grown.' She thought, staring at her young son, trying on his mask. 'He is so much like his father, that it scares me. I know he has good in him, but he is to be his successor.'
She finally reached her little babes room. He started to squirm, as she put him down into the crib. He reached his arms out, wanting to be held again. She smiled serenely, resisting the urge to coddle her baby son. 'But he wanted me to come back.' She unconsciously touched her cheek. A dark bruise was there, ruining her normal beautiful complexion. Her child started to whimper. "Sshhh, hush my child." She cooed, down to him. "Everything's going to be alright." She started to hum a little lullaby to him, while stroking his cheek. He started to close his eyes. When she was sure he was fast asleep, she kissed his head. "Don't worry, mummy will make sure that you won't be mean and rotten, like daddy." The baby yawned, baring his large fangs while doing so. She hated that her children were born witht them, but she couldn't help that. Looking back to the past, she wondered what would it be like if none of this ever happened to her. One glance to her sleeping child's form caused her to cast that thought away. She gently brushed a golden lock out from his face. 'They were worth it.'
"ANGEWOMAN!" That same cold, unfeeling voice rang again.
She cringed and babe stirred. She softly reassured him, but could hardly reassure herself. 'How I wish he'd change. How I wish he wouldn't be like this. To just enjoy what we have and let his hate and anger go.' She thought. 'But he wouldn't be what he is, if he'd listen to his heart.' She kissed her son's forehead, before getting up to leave. "No matter what, you two are my life." She said, softly to herself. "And my children are worth it." She kept pumping up her courage to face him again.
If you're not sure who the father is, guess.