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Piemon perched on air, a cup of his favorite wine held in one hand from which he took occasional sips as he waited for his son to wake up. The sphere he'd inserted would do its work well, if matters ran as he expected them to. Until now, his eldest had been what many would term a 'benign' virus type.

But no longer. He'd crafted that sphere flawlessly, engineering it to remake his offspring into a very much not benign virus. A proper child of his.

He would do the same thing to the others when he had them. He quite looked forward to having his own court again, one made up of some of the most powerful Digimon around. He would even make certain to revive Vamdemon – vampires weren't so easy to dispose of as the Chosen thought they were.

His son stirred. A soft, confused groan echoed for a moment. Piemon sipped his wine and stared down to where the boy lay sprawled at his feet.

There was a hint of movement, little more than his fingers flexing. Then another, stronger. A drawing in of air, and then slowly, his head raised up and he looked around. His eyes met with Piemon's.

His eyes weren't blue anymore. Scarlet as his own, brilliant with power and glee. He sat up more fully, streaks of black appearing in his hair as he did. He raised his hands and stared at them, moving them carefully.

"It happened," he murmured. His voice seemed much the same, but touched now with two points it hadn't been before: wonder and a kind of twisted glee. Piemon approved of both.

His son's head jerked back up to look at him. "Father."

Piemon quite liked how that sounded. He could get used to it. He nodded. "Anbumon." He used the word on purpose. He wanted to see how this far better incarnation of his son would react to it.

He smiled. A savage slash of an expression that spoke of delight and wildness. "Yes. That's who I am."

"And who you will always be." Piemon finished his wine and disposed of the glass before he looked back at the other. Now he could accomplish the tasks he'd been aiming for since the moment he'd spawned his offspring. "First we find out all that you're capable of."

Anbumon nodded, looking back at his hands as he rose up, moving as if he weren't entirely certain of how his body worked. He likely wasn't; the sphere would have given him full dominance for the first time. He'd never moved under his own power before.

"I want Yagami Taichi," he said at last. "I'll bring you the others when you want them, but I want him."

His eyes jerked up to meet Piemon's. "He's going to be mine."

"Of course. But first we develop your abilities. You'll need them to fight their Digimon and them." Piemon rose up. "Taking him out will make claiming the others that much easier as well."

Already the Chosen were reduced by two. His son stood by his hand where he properly belonged and once he finished with Takeru, he would have his delightful consort to amuse himself with. Taking Yagami would make it three and make it far less likely that the Chosen would even have the time to meddle in his affairs before he could crush them absolutely.

They would only find their way in here after he left. Though his Digimon servants would certainly convince them that they had time to come to a rousing rescue. He almost wished that he could see their faces when they arrived to find the inner temple empty.

Anbumon nodded, though he could see his son wasn't thrilled about having to wait. He wanted what he wanted, here and now, and restraint wasn't yet properly developed. But Piemon knew he could take care of that. There would be several lessons he could teach that would involve how to keep Yagami properly restrained once he was taken.

And all truth to tell, Piemon also looked forward to the reaction of the Chosen to finding out that two of their number were his sons and one of them the get of Vamdemon. He knew full well they considered the vampire their most nightmare-ish of enemies. He equally anticipated taking that position for his own. Before very long, the very mention of his name would cause nightmares in all of them.

He moved over to where Takeru slept, each moment his spell working deeper and deeper into him. He'd crafted that as skillfully as he had the sphere that awakened Anbumon's true viral nature. It wouldn't have the same effect, but it would be fascinating to deal with once he woke up. Unfortunately, that wouldn't be for days. Anbumon's awakening came much quicker as his viral nature was a part of him. Takeru was being changed in other ways.

Now he scooped Takeru up and draped him over one shoulder. Then he turned towards Anbumon.

"Take the egg," he ordered, indicating it with a jerk of his head. "Keep it safe; I'll need it later." It was too high up for it to have been noticed earlier, but black streaks swept around the egg as well.

Takeru would need a bodyguard once he awoke, and Piemon saw no reason not to put someone to the task who already had experience protecting him. But this time, he intended to choose the path of evolution. Enough of angels. Enough of Holy Angemon.

When the Chosen found this place, they would find little more than traces of blood, a few burned places, and nothing more. There would be no sign of where he'd taken his precious prizes. No trace of a scent to track or a trail to follow.

They would not find Piemon or Takeru or Anbumon. Not until Piemon himself wanted them to. And even then, it would be more because Piemon found them.

This time, there would be nothing at all that the Chosen could do to defeat him. They would try but that was it.

This time, he would be the victor.

The End

Notes: Well, that's it. There will be a sequel (and more fics in general) but for now, this one is done. And many more WIPS to go… All of which I will finish before posting/resuming posting.