'Why can nothing be easy?' two different Mega thought at roughly the same time but from very different locations.
'Not even three weeks since our talk and already the rumors have reached MY ears. How in the Makers Names can they fly swifter than UlForceVeedramon, and yet more crooked than a Devidramon with a bent wing?' Gallantmon specifically continued.
Seraphimon meanwhile branched off differently, 'Though I may be able to dismiss some of the more lurid details, that still leaves a strange picture which none can explain it to me. Has she been untrue, was it merely as she told me, it all comes back to the list- that was when she began to act so strange- yet, it is in my hand and nothing strikes me as wrong or odd. Dangerous true, but were these beings not dangerous they would not be on here. So what am I missing?'
Just then there was a knock on the door, "Lady Ophanimon has returned."
"Thank you, I will be down after I collect myself," Seraphimon responded, as a dismissile.
"She is right behind me," the servant informed, as the door opened and Ophanimon stepped into the room. She gate was confident, after she had glanced over the room only a minor frown marred her delicate features, she closed the door behind her. She was not remorseful, though there was anxiety in the way she held herself, as though to brace against a blow.
They both heard the servant pace halfway down the hall. "Am I no longer allowed in your private chambers?" she asked him evenly.
"Have you been in another's?" he responded as his dread was working its way into a frenzy of rage. Why couldn't she have given him more time to sort all this all out?
"None, merely asking after the truth and a blessing."
"Blessing?" he repeated, her calm reply flooring him. "Whose? For what?"
"That there might be no secrets between us. That I might not have to hide myself from the only mon I have ever loved," she said as she crossed the room and gently laid her hand on his chest plate. "Had the secret merely been mine I would have told you long before it came to this."
"What would you have told me?" the Angelic Mega asked tensing, readying himself for anything from his love shifting to a fiend to her telling him that she had not been true and begging his forgiveness. He thought himself prepared for anything.
"My family has an ability you see, to take a more human shape." Shapeshifting, okay now what is "her" original form? "It doesn't change how we act, or how we feel-" but it sure makes it easier to convince others you are someone you are not. "-but when I saw my brother's name on the list I had to see if it was true, and while I was there I worked up the courage to ask him if I might let you know- for out of the four of us- he is the one with the most to lose."
'Soon she's going to strike, if I can just get my hands into position…'
"My name is Magnadramon," she said, as her form danced in what seemed to be holy light, before settling into the appearance of the Southern Dragon King.
Seraphimon's mental functions stopped. SYSTEM ERROR… REBOOT… REBOOT… REBOOT…
After about five full seconds Seraphimon's poor mind began to catch up to what had just happened. Magnadramon… Holy Dragon Type… not evil… Then the pessimistic side jumped in, you already know she can change her form, what's to say this isn't some kind of trick?
"If what you say is true, then this should not burn you," he said somewhat shakily before illuminating his own hand in holy light and lightly reaching out for her. She chuckled, moving in to the touch, causing him to begin to stroke her fur. "It's true, you are the… the Southern Dragon-"
"-King," she interjected smoothly. "Equal to my brothers in all ways."
"By brothers you mean…"
"Azulongmon, Megidramon, and Goldramon? Yes," she replied after finishing the question for him.
"And all can do as you can?"
"Verily."
"But… Megidramon… evil… how… why?"
"It's a common misconception," she told him. "And one my brother dislikes greatly. He has never been wicked, nor was he able to choose his looks or powers. He merely suffers for the fact that should he ever become truly enraged, the world shall crumble around him. And yet in his humanoid form, all that power is considered just as divine as your- and mine- own."
And then that thought wound its way through Seraphimon's head. 'Oh shit. Megidramon has a human form.'
"He can?"
"Yes."
"Holy?"
"I did not misspeak."
"How?"
"That is something none of us have been able to figure out."
"Who?"
"Gallantmon, Love. That was the reason I had to so urgently speak with him."
And while yes, that did explain Ophanimon's hurried leave, Seraphimon was still trying to orient himself after the world had taken so many loops and spirals in the last minute or so. He still found it difficult to equate the Royal Knight to the raging, snarling, hate dragon that Megidramon was constantly portrayed as.
"Does anyone else know?" he asked, still somewhat worried.
Magnadramon chuckled again- this was fun; and best of all, she knew that once he calmed down, should this ever be brought up again Seraphimon would be able to laugh at himself- "Of course, in addition to Azulongmon, Goldramon is with him nearly every day- and then of course there is Examon who we trained when he was a naive Perfect, or at least half of him we did anyway."
A stray thought crossed Magnadramon's mind that perhaps she was having a bit too much fun. She quashed it, first she had said no secrets and she meant it, and second, it wasn't often that she was able to indulge herself in merrymaking like Megidramon and Goldramon often did. And it seemed that only with Seraphimon was she able to open herself up- the main reason that her brothers hadn't already tried to scare Seraphimon off.
"Goldramon lives in the castle of the Royal Knights?"
"Well for his form he somehow managed to split himself in twain and goes by UlForceVeedramon and Magnamon. We have no idea how he managed it, but he did. Magnamon has most of Goldramon's power- while UlForce has most of his disposition and skill."
Seraphimon learched heavily toward the bed. "I think I need some rest," he told her.
"Would you like me to tell you the rest now or after you've had some sleep?" she asked jovially her eyes sparkling unfamiliarly in mischief as her brothers' were want to do, while lying beside him. Really there wasn't anything more to tell him
Seraphimon groaned, "Later please. I don't think I can take much more."
"Alright then," she said returning to Ophanimon. "I will still be here when you wake."
