A/N: Thanks Flame! For the prompt "goodbye" :D Took a turn I didn't mean it to and ended up using a bit of the meta backstory provided by the reference book. Oops. Anyway, please let me know what you think!
2. Farewells
He hadn't been able to give God his resignation letter.
For Bagramon, this was only a minor detail in a plan made up of minor details, but still, a wee bit inconvenient considering the army was at his doorstep. No matter.
"Is Blastmon enjoying himself?"
Tactimon managed a chuckle. "That would be an understatement, sir." He didn't have to see the castle window to know there were fragments of data flying through the air mixed with the sounds of incredible roaring. "It's possible he'll ruin all of your chances at entertainment."
"I'd like to believe I have enjoyed my share of it for the time being but... I suppose showing my face would do the world no harm." He left his perch in quick strides, heading towards the door. "Order all troops to tactfully retreat."
"Yes sir."
It wouldn't do to kill his own men until after they had won.
Blastmon saw him approaching over the mounds of gems that covered his body and lumbered away, licking his lips and grumbling something unintelligible. Bagramon paid him no mind, then went to face the white knight mowing his forces like an array of weeds.
The fallen angel couldn't help his smile. It had been a long time since they had seen each other. Then, they had been on the same side: god's. But god was flawed, and therefore, not much of a god at all.
It only seemed fitting to strike the knight down here and now, as a signal flare.
"Omegamon," he said when the other approached. "I admire your tenacity."
"I can't say I do the same," came the reply. "Your stubbornness has led us to war."
"What has led us to war is that I want something you have, and I intend to take it and make it my own."
Omegamon didn't answer aloud, but the swing of his sword told him everything he needed to know.
He supposed this was his resignation letter to God then. He hoped the fool was watching.
