Fairymon slowly woke up, having taken a beating for struggling against her captor, a Digimon she knew as Panicmon. Fairymon then realized something – SHE WASN'T FAIRYMON! Somehow, someway, SOMEONE, changed her into Venusmon, her Mega form. "Hello, my dear Venusmon." said an out-of-sight voice. A voice she recognized. "Hadesmon." Venusmon growled. "In the digital flesh. And, this time, my dear, NO-ONE will come to save you. Without you those foolish friends of yours, what were their names again?" "Nymphmon, A.K.A. Enchantramon, and DemiNagamon A.K.A., X-Nagamon." Venusmon said in the same growling tone. She saw no reason to spoil the fact that she had another friend, one who she hoped was coming right then. "Ah yes, though Panicmon seemed to think there was another among your number now, making three who would try and come rescue you." Said Hadesmon, now coming out of his cover in the shadows. "Panicmon is panicking you, and for absolutely no reason, I might add. There is no-one else who may come to my aid, so you have nothing to worry about. Though you can forget about milking me for information about the Prophesy of the Six Sprite Digimon. I have nothing you don't already know. Put simply, I have squat besides what YOU told me." Hadesmon and Venusmon kept up the debate for the next few hours, at which point, Hadesmon gave up. He believed she was telling the truth, when in actuality, she knew a great deal more then what she said. 'Whew! I was almost at the breaking point. It's better if he doesn't know what I know, or I'd be data by now.' Venusmon thought.
500 Miles South Of Hadesmon's Castle In The Dark Area
Impmon, Nymphmon, and DemiNagamon were slowly coming out of unconsciousness, courtesy of four, very worried, one more so than the other three, motorcycles. The motorcycle Impmon used to ride as Beelzemon, Behemoth, the black motorcycle, had apparently made some friends. Two, the blue and gold and the white and green, seemed to be made for more feminine bodies, and the last new one, the red and blue, seemed to be for someone with NO body at all. Behemoth immediately went to Impmon's side, as if begging to be ridden. "Hey, DemiNagamon, lookit! Rhea, Leviathan, and... Valkyrie. Hey Rhea, who's the new 'cycle?" Asked Nymphmon. The blue motorcycle revved its engine, and spun a doughnut shape into the ground. "Behemoth, huh? Hey Impmon, you wouldn't happen to ride that one, would you?" Said Nymphmon. "Yep." The white motorcycle revved it's engine questioningly. Behemoth revved it's engine back, apparently trying to reassure the white one. The red one rolled up lazily to the blue, black and white motorcycles, the last of whom seemed to be getting extremely agitated. The white motorcycle turned around as to not face any of them. It then sped off towards the Dark Area. The other three cycles waited for their riders to Digivolve first. "Nymphmon..." Nymphmon started her Digivolution. "DemiNagamon..." DemiNagamon also began his Digivolution. "Impmon..." Impmon started Digivolving as well. "...Digivolve to..." The three said simultaneously. "...Enchantramon!" Said the new form of Nymphmon. "...X-Nagamon!" Said the Digimon who used to be DemiNagamon, "...Beelzemon!" Said Impmon, now Beelzemon. "Beelzemon, eh? Fairymon'll get a good one out of this." Said Enchantramon. "Sure Nymphmon. Whatever." Said Beelzemon. "It's ENCHANTRAMON! EN. CHAN. TRA. MON." Said Enchantramon. "Got it. Nymphmon." Said Beelzemon, smirking and climbing on Behemoth. "ARGH! GET BACK HERE YOU!" Yelled Enchantramon, climbing on her own motorcycle, called Rhea, and sped off after the white Valkyrie, who was Fairymon's/Venusmon's bike, and Beelzemon and Behemoth, X-Nagamon and his bike, Leviathan, straight behind them. Rhea and Behemoth seemed less then interested in their rider's feud, as they had spats of their own every ten minutes, or so Valkyrie told them. They were bikes, time didn't really matter to them, not after they found their riders. But Valkyrie knew more than the others did. So she would know how often they fought, though she had a habit of exaggerating, a LOT. Behemoth slowed down, bit by bit, so it didn't make Beelzemon suspicious, as Rhea sped up, soon getting beside Behemoth and refusing to move. The two riders saw that, unless they jumped off, or the bikes either dropped of exaustion, or reached their destination, they were stuck like that, side by side, until they settled the name bit. So, as a result, the two bikes, not to mention poor Leviathan and X-Nagamon, who were dragged into the fight, got major headaches. That is X-Nagamon got a headache, the bikes got I.A.I. Chipaches. Independent Artificial Intelligence Chipaches. Behemoth and Rhea were just about ready to dump their riders so they could find another ride, when everyone heard gunfire. Valkyrie was being attacked! Or... she was attacking the guard of Hadesmon's Castle. The other three bikes looked as though, if they were humans or Digimon, they would have face-faulted at their friend's brash, shoot-first-ask-questions-later attitude. As it was, they had anime sweat-drops on them, or oil-drops, considering they were machines. With the bikes help, Enchantramon, X-Nagamon, and Beelzemon had the guard Bakemon down in a minute flat. One Bakemon seemed to be the boss, so he was who they pumped for information."What do you know about the prisoner named either Fairymon or Venusmon?" Nymphmon was expertly grilling the Bakemon on medium rare, and was slowly turning up the heat. The Bakemon cracked as she reached the fine line between medium rare and well done. "All right, all right! All I know of a Venusmon is that Hadesmon plans to make her his bride, so some prophesy won't come true. Plus, that Venusmon is so beautiful, any mon worth being called a mon would want to make her his bride." Said the Bakemon, looking far away as he spoke about the Venusmon. "Sounds like our Venusmon, Enchantramon." Said X-Nagamon. "Wait-wait-wait. I thought we were here for Fairymon?" Said Beelzemon, getting a bit confused. "We are. Venusmon is Fairymon's Mega form. And it's the reason the Bakemon captain looks like THAT." Said Enchantramon, pointing at the Bakemon, who was getting farther and farther from reality with every second, so Enchantramon pulled one last question out of the hat. "Bakemon, can you tell us where she is?" She asked. "Yep." Said the Bakemon "WILL you tell us?" Asked X-Nagamon. "Sure. She's up there in the middle tower. Probably getting told about the wedding now." Said the Bakemon. And, sure enough not a second later, came a scream of defiance, and several shrieks of terror. "YOUR TELLING ME I'M SUPPOSED TO MARRY THAT DISGUSTING REAR END OF AN ORGEMON?" The outraged Digimon, presumably it was Venusmon, shrieked at an attendant."
With Venusmon, In The Middle Tower Of Hadesmon's Castle
"YOUR TELLING ME IM SUPPOSED TO MARRY THE DISGUSTING REAR END OF AN OGREMON?" Venusmon yelled, her face a mask of contorted rage. The trembling LadyMamon before she turned her back to her, as if expecting to be whipped. This feeling, Venusmon knew all too well, from before she met Nymphmon, then DemiNagamon joined the duo, which became a trio, who became a quartet soon after DemiNagamon joined, due to Impmon joining the group. Her fury fell away, and instead of whipping the poor Digimon, she turned her around, and hugged her. "I'm sorry I scared you." Venusmon said. The LadyMamon just stood there. No-one had been this kind to her since she was made a slave to Hadesmon. "Wh-why? Why are you kind to me?" Said the LadyMamon tearfully. She thought she was being set up. "Because I felt guilty, about making you scared. I never want to make anyone feel scared, or angry, or sad." The LadyMamon looked at Venusmon and her kind, but small and rather sad, smile. "Can I trust you?" This was when the LadyMamon knew she was not being set up. This being truly cared. About her, and every living thing in the Digi-World. "Yes, except, I've never been asked that before. But I will not fail you." Said the LadyMamon, proud that she had been asked for her trust. " I know that you were forced into this life of servitude. If you were to escape it, what would you do? Would you attempt to take over the world, as many dark Digimon do, or would you be kind and compassionate? And if you choose the second choice, and these are choices, would you stick by it, no matter what?" "I-I-I would choose good, I would help, even though I would be shunned by normal society. And I know of others who would do so as well, many of the other slaves here would do so, and quite a few of the soldiers, as well." Said LadyMamon. "Good, then go and get them, tell them that when the sounds of battle begin to sound throughout the castle, that is when you must leave for your new lives, if you wish them. But tell only those that will help, and not hinder, the world and the cause you have chosen. In short, do not tell those who would continue to do evil things. Do this, and I will make sure you all escape, for new lives. This I swear, and I stake my honor and pride on it. The road will be tough, but you will be rewarded greatly for what you do for others, and if there are those who wish to live in isolation, because of the fear of being shunned, let them do so. And a little mischief does not do much harm, as long as it is nothing but benevolent mischief, and not something that could get people hurt. By the way, your liberation should begin any moment, so go find those who fit what we have spoken about, and take them to safety, then when the battle is across from the doors, run for it." As Venusmon fished her words, the sounds of the very battle for Venusmon's, and maybe hundreds of others, began to ring throughout the castle, but too near the door for them to escape. "Get me out of here. I must help them." Said Venusmon, and the LadyMamon obliged, knowing that her life could be saved by this Digimon, who had sworn it would come to pass.