Okay, this is...
Yeah, an incest coupling is going to feature prominently in this chapter, so if that ain't anyone's cup of tea, I advise clicking back or to a different chapter.
To elaborate, the setting is a little something I like to term - Lilithmon's Emissaries of Darkness AU - basically a world where everyone from the various animes/mangas are made immortal size-shifting demons. At the time of this story, the pairing is Mervamon/Ignitemon.
Why am I even writing this pairing? Well, it's a brief but interesting story, really: Because Angel of Darkness 003 requested it in one of the forums.
Well, here we were, in the depths of the Dark Area...
What was it, thundered the omniscient narration?
Why, it was the one of the Digital World's hundreds of dimensions where the Seven Great Demon Lords resided, dimensions that Dagomon & Hikari both created and destroyed at their leisure, but that was a tale for elsewhere and elsewhen and elsehow.
Perhaps, it was best described as Hell, or the closest thing to it in this particular multiversal mess of things - though to be technical, there were a heckuva lotta hell dimensions in the Digital Monster multiverse, so it was in and of itself not really surprising.
Much like the earthly biblical Hell, it was a sevenfold realm; each Demon Lord ruled over their own dimension, and it was in Lilithmon's personal dimension that this story found its humble beginnings, and more specifically, it was in the depths of her castle.
To any human onlooker, this particular room of her castle would seem mildly (or perhaps, quite) disorienting territory, primarily in its sheer proportions.
Indeed, by human standards, it was far too big to called a single room – the human race had towns smaller than this one room. In that room was but a single immense rectangular structure, a simple green in coloration, larger than just about any building in the Human Worlds, stretching almost a kilometer in distance across the vast room, and hundreds of metres tall. As beheld by human eyes, its purpose might seem beyond grasp, but the concept of it was well-known to humankind and Digimonkind.
To fully understand what that object was, it was necessary to first 'scale up' one's height and field-of-vision, from the about two metres that humans generally were, to not ten metres, nor fifty metres, nor 100 metres, nor 200, nor 300, but all the way to 450 metres of height.
From that perspective of the room, it seemed considerably more mundane, by the general human definition of 'mundane'.
It was a run-of-the-mill bedroom, with Mervamon and Ignitemon – or two people who were dead ringers for them, anyway – of the Fusion Fighters barenaked in the bed.
From the perspective of time as linear (but let us not entertain the idea that time was not linear; it was hardly the point at this moment), they had spent several days in there just bumping uglies incessantly and in all manners of ways, but how long they had been screwing around hardly mattered: Time was meaningless in Lilithmon's realm, in large part due to its residents.
Which residents? Well, that was perhaps a question to be answered best with another question: What would you do, if you were one of the mightiest beings in your multiversal cluster?
Would you want to form an interdimensional empire with trillions of soldiers at your beck and call, and reign over countless planes and forge them into new Hells as Lord Daemon - the Super Ultimate Digimon of myth - had so often done over his 500,000 years of life?
Would you want to raise up an interdimensional religion whose foremost task was to spread the faith of you across all creation, as Lord Lucemon had so often done over his 500,000 years of life?
Would you simply want to make both of these terrible and wondrous things possible, and then sit back and bask in the glory of your work, knowing that all these horrific things were but shows for your amusement, or turn the tide of the eternal battle between good and evil as you pleased, as Lord Dagomon & Lady Hikari had done so very often over their 12,000,000 years of existence?
For Lady Lilithmon, the answer was none of these things. What she had done instead, with her limitless power and resources, was- well, that hardly needed saying at this point, did it? Oh, it did, did it?
Well, what Lady Lilithmon had done was create doppelgangers of the Digidestined of five universes, and make them her agents and concubines.
In their dumb and huge bedroom, time passed. Minutes and hours and days passed almost literally in the blink of an eye, and they spent all that time, soundly asleep. Finally, one of the siblings awoke from their great slumber.
Mervamon sat up, supporting herself with one arm, and glanced down at her brother and lover. She felt familiar sensations, guilt and unease and shame, at the sight of him.
They were sister and brother, and siblings just didn't do the things they did, that they had done for many years. She had lost count of how many years they had lived here - however long it had been, it had been long enough that they had become parents, and outlived the boy.
At times, it felt like only weeks or months, and other times, it was as though she had spent centuries in the blink of an eye, living, loving her brother in ways that felt so right and was so very wrong.
It had all felt wonderful, in more ways than the word 'wonderful' could immediately capture, but sometimes her mind just wouldn't let her forget how wrong and taboo and sick it was that she and Ignitemon did this, even in a world where nobody cared in the least who or what your lover was.
Briefly, she pondered how this could linger to nag at her, even after what might as well have been centuries. It was sort-of amusing, in its own way.
She glanced at her bedmate. Allowing herself to drift back down memory lane, a multitude of memories returned to her. A nostalgic smile formed on her face.
In all the years that they had lived here, they had been many things to one another - brother and sister, lovers, best friends, sparring partners, comrades in battle - and she was certain that several more such denotations would come to apply to them, in the centuries to come.
Hours passed, time dragging itself along much like a flearidden mutt that couldn't be arsed to move. Ignitemon had stirred from his long slumber, and quickly, they had begun discussing, well, just about anything that happened to strike their fancy.
Dagomon and Hikari's activities - the Multiverse Re-engineering Project - was but one conversation topic indulged in at some point, as were their multitude of new dimensions in tedious detail.
They spoke of a hell dimension ruled by an Angewomon and Myotismon, happily married tyrants and conquerors, where untold millions lived. Their conversation drew up an image of a castle perched atop a mountain, and of a city populated by Digimon of all kinds, living in eternal fear of them.
They spoke of a hell dimension where Lucemon was revered as God by countless Sistermon Noir and Blanc. Their conversation formed an image of uncountable churches, each one the size of a small continent, all scattered across an infinite land.
They spoke of the others living here.
About Takato and Rika and Henry, who had twisted love and psychotic obsession into some happy medium.
About Relena, who had lived for several millennia and seemed perfectly happy with that.
About Spencer and Sarah, who had spent their few centuries of life in happy marriage, doing whatever struck their fancy.
About Rosemon and Machinedramon, who preferred endless intercourse to social interaction.
Eventually, that pastime proved less than satisfactory as well, and they settled for sitting on their bed, looking directly at one another.
They beheld one another not with love, nor hatred, nor neutrality - merely examining the other like the beautiful, perfect, magnificent artwork they believed them to be.
There, they sat for hours and days on end, immobile, their silence speaking louder than words could. In such fashion, they intended to meet the rest of eternity, or however long they could be bothered with this.
Finally. You have no idea how long it took to write down this one.