Obviously I do not own Digimon ect. The characters presented therein in the manner in which they are presented however are the interpretation of my brain thoughts. Octavia is also mine. Anyway I haven't written anything on here in a very very very long time. I can't guarantee I'll be great at updating. However, the story you're about to read follows the first interpretation of my long standing Digimon character and the world they live in. I hope you enjoy. This is rated M for Beelzemon's and Octavia's combined pottymouths, possible gore, torture, and character death.
She looked more like a princess then a newly minted member of the Data-police and a soon to be royal knight. What with the long blonde hair that had once been bound up in a tight bun, but had come undone in her struggling, and her bright fierce blue eyes. Her features were aristocratic, beautiful, enthralling in a sort of ethereal way and had she been wearing a gown rather then the flat dark blue military style Data-police ceremonial uniform from her graduation the look would have been complete. Humans had never particularly caught his eye as anything, but pests, unlike his fellow Demon Lords, but even Beelzemon had to admit she was breathtaking. He could certainly see why Dukemon was so taken with her. She was the perfect princess to his white knight and here the Demon Lords had gone and stolen her away right out from under his nose. Of course they had no doubt he'd be kicking in there door any minute now in his rage to retrieve her. However, by then it would already be too late.
It really was a brilliant plan, brilliant enough that even he'd stooped to playing the pawn however briefly for Lucemon. Then again as the Demon Lord of Pride had so mockingly pointed out it was only fitting that Beelzemon be the one to take part as it had been him who had off'ed Dukemon's last partner. An arrogant, overconfident, and impudent man, personally Beelzemon thought he'd been doing Dukemon a favor by getting rid of the bastard. The girl was certainly an improvement. He'd read her file, though admitting to taking any interest in his target, a human target, was something he was far above doing. Her name was Octavia Armstead, she'd been top of her class academically, a trained medic, smart, willful, perhaps a bit on the small size combat wise, but her marks in strategy and tactics were some of the highest the academy had seen in decades. Given that the partner she'd been slated for could more then compensate for her lack of physical strength it seemed like a match made in heaven between her and Dukemon. While most Royal knights only remained partnerless and off-duty for the month of mourning that was required of them Dukemon had agreed to wait almost an entire year for the girl to graduate. Octavia receiving her diploma at the age of twenty-one, one of the youngest graduates they'd had to date. Her other classmates would go on to choose their partners, but she'd been slated for Dukemon from the second Beelzemon had put his gun to that arrogant prick of a former partner's head and pulled the trigger.
Looking at the girl now where she lay bound and gagged on the circular stone table around which each Demon Lord sat he almost wished he hadn't. She had a fire to her most humans lacked and even here amidst her enemies she struggled with all her might, her eyes spitting insults at them even if her mouth couldn't. He didn't personally have anything against her, hell had circumstances been different he might have even liked the little doll. However to back out now would show weakness and Beelzemon knew to show weakness was inviting every single digimon at the table to take a potshot at him. So instead he concentrated on trying to hate the little human. It was after all her fault that his favorite royal knight to beat into a fine red paste had been off the roster. If Dukemon hadn't been waiting for her Beelzemon wouldn't have been bored all this time. If Dukemon hadn't insisted on picking her he wouldn't have had to kidnap her from her graduation with the intent of holding her hostage and then killing her in front of her would be partner's eyes. If she hadn't~
"So it is settled Beelzemon will take the hostage out to the wastelands to lure out Dukemon while we distract the other Royal Knights. Once Dukemon arrives Beelzemon will end the girl and prove once and for all the folly that is human partners to Dukemon and his kind. Perhaps then he will come to see things our way and understand that bonding with these lesser beings only weakens digimon as a whole." Lucemon spoke wrapping up his long winded speech and jarring Beelzemon from his thoughts.
"I expect the Royal Knights will be here any second now. You and our guest had best be on your way. It would be a shame to keep the Lady waiting." Lucemon all, but purred his words practically dripping with venomed honey as he eyed the prone form of the girl before him. Beelzemon had no doubt that had it not been so dangerous Lucemon would have surely kept the girl as some sort of slave or pet. The half-demon digimon's emotions when it came to humans were as twisted as he himself.
Letting out a non-committal grumble at the Demon Lord of Pride's prodding Beelzemon kicked his booted feet up off the table where they had been resting to stand to his full height. Stretching leisurely he turned towards the girl appearing for all the world to not give two shits about the fact the entirety of the Royal Knights would be kicking in their door soon enough.
"Come on doll~" He drolled lazily as he dragged her over to him with one clawed hand, gripping her about the waist to shoulder her as easily as one might a sack of grain. "You and I gotta date with destiny." Beelzemon spoke strolling for the backdoor where he knew Behemoth would be waiting.