A/N: Hey guys, sequel to Light of the Sun! Thanks for all the support so far! Please put this on alert as at least for a while I will not be able to provide daily updates. Too much school and this week was absolutely horrid for various reasons. Anyway, moving right along, please check out my other stories too!

So... that said, warning for violence, cursing, blood, some symbolism (probably?), and a whole lot of dead things and a very unusual (and possibly unrealistic) case of MPD.

Don't kill me guys.

All right, enjoy, and let me know what you think!

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The girl before them is light in a sense that hell is on the other side of her hands. She cradles the scythe like a lover or a precious life, and smiles, so sweet and innocent and blood-dark. There is no hunger in her face, all pure joy curves and blood that smells like ashes.

She is the Light, she is the scouring Light that conquers them.

Hikari watches VenomVamdemon roar and smiles. "Hungry, aren't you?" She strokes the scythe. "Starving beast. What should we do with you?"

The flames shiver up her arms and legs and rip into her jacket sleeves, smoldering the rest of the violet flames and turning them to nothing and baring her arms and the blood staining the back of her ruined jacket.

"Well?"

Taichi watches his sister turn to look at him, at them, but there is nothing that looks familiar in that smile, in that happy expression.

"Well, what?" Yamato says, expression furrowing. "Are you Hikari? Or what?"

She smiles, all mischief and joy. "I don't want to answer that," she replies. "Besides, aren't there better things to worry about? There's still a prophecy to fulfill after all."

"Hikari," Ofanimon croaks. "Come... come down..."

Her voice is weak, a puppy's whimpers after a smack on the nose. Hikari seems unmoved, but her voice softens. "You don't have to protect me anymore, Ofanimon. It's time to rest."

Ofanimon struggles anyway. "No…"

Hikari smiles. "You're so cute… but you really don't get it." She opens her mouth to continue, then pauses, expression quizzical, as though something had come to her attention. "I guess I shouldn't say it. Who knows what could happen then?"

She tilts her head just so, and Ofanimon slumps. Her metallic shoulders shake and imitate the motion of sobs.

Though saying the words would be too much, Sora realizes they all know what the floating girl in front of Ofanimon is saying.

Hikari doesn't need Tailmon anymore.