The proverbial camera opened on a scene of a library. The shelves were moderately stocked, with books of many different colors pertaining to just as many subjects around this region of the citadel's library.
The majority of the book-cases, which were made not of wood but of the virtual metal called Chrome Digizoid, were supplied with all the books they were intended to hold. At the most, a dozen or so books were currently absent from their resting places, and in the possession of other residents in the castle.
Lilithmon sat by the book-case that formed this improvised room's left wall, seated in an fuzzy orange large-backed chair. Her arms were folded underneath her remarkable bust, and her face was drawn in a calm and appraising semi-frown. The ghost of a smirk graced her handsome face.
Beside the seated woman was one of her so-called Dark Digidestined, the one called BanchoLeomon - a bipedal lion of large stature and muscular build, whose only garments were a hat, a pair of black-colored pants, and a long-coat. He stood around, sternly watching the proceedings.
In front of the two of them, a show of a certain nature was unfolding and had for a bit already. Atop a table, Thomas laid sprawled out, with his arms folded under his chin and a face that spoke of unmistakable boredom. The blond was starkers, completely starkers. Not a shred of clothing was to be seen on his slender, yet lightly-toned, figure.
Behind the blond, there was a short line of other young men, who were all equally bare-bodied. If any of them felt perturbed about their state of undress, they showed nothing in the way of that,
Among their lot were a brown-haired young man whose name was Takato and who appeared almost twenty years of age in stature; though he was not a mountain of muscle, he was also not humorously scrawny.
Another of the men there was Davis, a tan-skinned guy with maroon hair that went as far down that the locks reached his shoulders. His junk stood straight up, between its softened and hardened states. Though he had more muscle tone on him, he was still far from being truly ripped.
The third and first of the people lined up was a man, little different from the other two in personal build, with only his brown-grey hair to truly distinguish him from them at first glance. Making a push into the blond's butt, Takuya was unable to keep a cry of delight born of his orgasm from escaping him. His entire body shuddered as he released into Thomas, a movement punctuated by the grunt that escaped him.
After a moment of resting both physically and psychically, the brunet withdrew from blond, then he turned to his mistress.
"Well, Lady Lilithmon?" the Warrior of Flame asked the Demon Lord, both amused and with a note of lingering fatigue present in his voice. "Have we satisfied your desire to watch us fornicate yet, or must we conduct a few more rounds? To tell you the truth, I would like to take a respite for myself, in either event."
Lilithmon regarded him unemotively. "Yes, perhaps a respite will do for now. This little show has lost some of its appeal."
The five naked humans began to leave. Takuya and Davis exchanged a silent look that said everything needed, and walked a different path out of the pseudo-room than the other three did. Lilithmon paid the exiting warriors little heed, focusing instead on the empty air before her eyes. The silence lingered, almost reluctant to be interrupted by their footfalls. The lion regarded her, with mild concern in his eyes.
What to do today, pondered Lilithmon? Voyeurism on men had been a transient form of entertainment. Perhaps beginning another show, with women, would entertain more? She cursed silently, and scowled; she so detested boredom.
Which women might be willing, and which of them was she in the mood for? Sora, she supposed, might make a good 'actress', or perhaps bed-mate; she could appreciate. Rina as well, she decided, if only for the contrast between ginger and lime hair. A blond would hardly hurt either; Kyouko, Relena maybe, or Alice... Rosemon was truly talented in the area, and something as rare as a Digimon with genitalia. She was certain that Mastemon could be persuaded.
A small smile rose up on her face, at the thought. "Red hair, green hair, yellow hair. What a aesthetically pleasing trinity, really," thought Lilithmon. Perhaps, there should not be a show. Perhaps taking them to her bed was a preferable alternative.
It soon returned to her that Relena was not in the citadel at the moment, that she had set out with Machinedramon and Kimeramon towards the southern regions in search of another adventure. She supposed that it mattered little; in time, those women would return here. They always did. All of them always did.
Deciding to focus on other business than contemplation, Lilithmon rose from the chair, and wandered out of the room. It took her little time and effort to navigate out of the labyrinthine library and out into the hallway.
The hallway before Lilithmon was empty of people, and its walls were a shade of grey so polished and clear that it would remind even a visitor who was disinterested in the aesthetic trappings of this place of the purest silver. On the walls, there was not grandiose amounts of decoration. All that was to look at were a series of paintings, which depicted the many residents of Lilithmon's mountain-concealed fortress.
A moderately large tube jutted from the ceiling, with only a small portion of it not buried in the ceiling, and it served to illuminate the area. The floor, by contrast, was almost entirely crafted from some metal with soft-orange coloration, in every spot, and was featureless in all other regards.
She began a walk, and managed a short distance towards the roof before she heard footsteps from behind. The dress-garbed woman turned, and saw a trio of her companions. Though still a good distance away, the two gold-armored bipeds approached steadily, with Willis at Rapidmon's left side.
Lilithmon deigned it fit to let them catch up to her; Magnamon had always been good for a verbal sparring match, and she would hardly refuse another philosophical set-to, perhaps about the nature of evil.
The trio of Dark Digidestined quickly, quietly, reached up to Lilithmon, then stopped barely three metres away. "Mistress," so spoke Rapidmon. "We have a request to make. After discussing it for most of last evening, we have come to agree that we wish to end our lives."
Undisguised surprise flashed on her face, expressed primarily through her arched left eyebrow that practically bade them to elaborate.
"It is not that we despise some facet of our lives," Willis disclosed. "Quite the contrary, we feel that we have nothing further to achieve. I and they have no interest in continuing a life without purpose. Additionally, we would like you to delete our code transcripts from the central computer so that there will not ever be another iteration of any of us to roam these halls."
Lilithmon gaped momentarily, before composing herself. "You ask much of me. Are you all certain about this? Twelve years is a pittance of an age, after all."
Rapidmon nodded in affirmation. "Will you grant us these favors?"
The Lord of Lust looked pensively at them. "Strictly speaking, granting them the second request would not be an invaluable loss. The Emissaries of Darkness are an undefeatable force even without them, but I would rather not go without their company... yes, I shall."
Without any hesitation, they began a walk in the other direction, further into the fortress. They moved along familiar surroundings that differed not at all from other parts of the corridor that spiraled through the mountain, and encountered large variously-colored doors to the left after an eighth of a rotation had been traversed, and doors on their right as well after a quarter of one.
The most activity during their silent strides down through the citadel happened when they reached the bedroom that Mervamon and Ignitemon shared, in the form of loud huffing and grunting from within. The quartet paid the siblings no heed, and simply marched by.
More than thirty floors down was the room that they intended to visit, and soon enough did reach. What transpired there was a quiet affair.
The room's center was where there was a single box, crafted from what appeared to be a single slab of black diamond. Though less than twice her height, the black box nonetheless towered over Lilithmon at about four metres from top to bottom. All it had in the way of eye-catching features were the soft-white handle on the door in. The first after the second after the last, the three of them entered the box to never emerge.
Closer to the entrance, in fact barely twelve steps away, stood there a circular computations terminal which was built from emerald metal, and tipped with a blank screen. Once it had been activated, and verified her identity by means of scanning her code for the Crest of Lust, Lilithmon quickly set about activating the deletion program on each of them in turn.
Lilithmon gazed somberly at the black box, hesitating a moment before finishing their request. The console screen reported three of the code transcripts stored in its memory banks deleted. With a sigh, the Lust Lord turned around and sauntered away.
After the passage of long and silent moments, spent on pensively walking the hall, Lilithmon stepped outside, onto the flat and immaculately-clean disc that was their roof. Because the roof was empty of all things other than the staircase into the deeper regions of the fortress, she spotted almost immediately the pair who were currently on guard duty.
A creature with a spindly mud-brown body whose torso was armored in violet-black metal, and possessed a multitude of knife-like red talons protruding both from its hands and from its feet, laid sprawled out over the roof near its southern end (from a bird's eye perspective, one might note that that the cardinal directions were denoted on the roof, in the DigiCode language), intently gazing over the continent beyond.
By its side (the left side, incidentally) sat a fair-skinned and raven-haired young human male; dressed was he in a suit that covered every spot of his body, save for his head. Just as Diaboromon did, Diaboromon's human, Arata as he was named, cast his gaze out over the world.
Both heard the sound of footsteps, but neither felt like turning around to see how it was. "Arata," muttered the Mega. The lean-figured man shot the virus a dissuading look. Lilithmon paused in her strides behind the duo, regarding their exchanges with amusement. "Arata, tell me who this is," repeated the virus, in a voice of ambiguous gender. Arata sighed mentally, then turned his head ninety degrees.
"Mistress," greeted the Tamer, moving to face her without getting up. Diaboromon gave the smallest possible shrug, at hearing who their visitor was. "I hope you are enjoying the day."
A small smirk flowered on Lilithmon's face, its shine reaching up into her eyes. "I suppose that I am. It is far from unpleasant, Arata. Now, how has your current stay up here been?"
After a bit of pensive silence, Diaboromon wagged a claw, "Fairly uneventful. I think that it was an hour ago that an ArchDevimon happened to fly over the castle, and I shot that one down. I know not nor care what became of its egg."
Lilithmon nodded, satisfied with that report. "And I trust that you have patrolled the north, west and east as well?"
Mild unease flashed in the eyes of the partner pair. "Erm, no," answered Arata flatly. "I think we may have forgotten to do so."
Lilithmon supposed that it was somewhat understandable: Logically, two people could not give their full attention to four compass directions. She eyed the pair wearily, "Then I strongly recommend that you correct that oversight. The very last thing we need is another pack of Arkadimon infiltrating the fortress."
Whatever answer the Tamer and Digimon were about to give was silenced by a single thunderous footfall, sounding of metal colliding with metal. Lilithmon spun; Arata rushed onto his feet; Diaboromon flipped over so that she could see what had arrived now. They recognized the creature as not one of their own, as a ChaosGallantmon.
The dark knight's silver-and-blue armor shimmered in the sunlight, shield and lance at the ready. The knightly demon raised her lance at the Lust Lord, and spoke with a woman's voice, "Be thou Lilithmon?"
"Indeed, I am," confirmed the Lord of Lust, amiably, curiously inspecting the armored stranger while folding her arms. "Care to introduce yourself?"
The knight-in-shining-armor glared balefully at the demon. "I have come to slay thee, monster, and forever end the tyranny of the Demon Lords. No other shall suffer because of you, I, ChaosGallantmon, swear it! I care not how many of your so-called Emissaries of Darkness you will send to stand against I in my noble quest, I shall slay them all if I must to achieve this victory!"
Lilithmon looked distinctly unimpressed. "Allow me to correct you, on multiple points. First: You will most certainly not kill anyone who resides within this mountain, if you even could. Second: The Dark Area exists to supply the Demon Lord collective with whatever we desire whenever we do, and one renegade soldiers won't change what has been the way of the world for millennia uncounted. Third: The only one who will die here today is you, just like every other self-appointed freedom fighter to cross our paths."
ChaosGallantmon shot her a befuddled look, and adjusted her stance to better guard herself with her shield. "What madness do you mouth, Demon Lord!?"
A smirk grew on Lilithmon's lips. "Rather slow today, are we? I will spell it out for you then. The Dark Area is so vast a world that we might well call it an infinitude onto itself. For many a millennium have we, the Seven Sins, reigned absolutely in this world. Our subjects, wherever and however they might live, are beyond number. Do you think that in all this immensity, you alone would rebel against us, are you truly so blind?"
ChaosGallantmon said nothing; she just continued to glare at the archfiend. She refused to think that there might be truth to what Lilithmon had just said.
"But as I am feeling generous, I will allow you to have the fight you came for," said Lilithmon, and snapped her fingers. With a declaration of "Empress Emblaze," a wall or a wave of solidified shadow rose up behind her, and from that emerged a truly hideous thing.
The thing that Lilithmon had created moderately resembled a five-fingered hand, but it was made from diseased flesh and far dwarfed its conjurer. Where there should have been fingers, there were instead the heads of five different varieties of dragon. In the palm of that hand, there was an eye-ball with a multitude of irides, and two mouths as well.
ChaosGallantmon had only a half second or so to react and process this event before the hand snatched her up, and went off with the knight in its grip. The Demon Lord and Dark Digidestined glanced briefly in ChaosGallantmon's direction.
Then, Lilithmon turned to the duo, getting their attention.
"I believe that this resolves that little distraction," spoke their ruler. "Now, before I forget again, I came up here because I have some unfortunate news. Rapidmon and Willis and Magnamon are no longer among us, and they asked me to erase their code transcripts."
Somber looks flashed onto their faces and eyes. Arata looked glumly away, unsure of how to think about the fact that his lover had elected death - the only kind of permanent death available to them here - without consulting him.
Once again, the metaphorical camera opened, and recorded a particular region of Lilithmon's citadel. On this particular occasion, it was one of the five rooms that made up their seventh floor - the arena, where Lilithmon's followers went to engage in combat whenever they desired such.
At the moment, only three people who dwelled in this castle occupied the room - the Demon Lord herself and their faction's two members who could move through time as easily as through space.
An easy silence reigned in their hall of battle, giving Lilithmon time to ponder.
Some of their subjects imagined, she reflected idly, that traveling into other universes, and the biverses of the timestream, was a difficult thing to achieve, that being a DarkKnightmon or Parallelmon granted you great power. It was the reverse, however, that was closer to the truth of the matter. All that was required was the ability to conduct even a rudimentary form of real-space coding, and knowledge of the access codes into the Lower Realms.
Dismissing the bit of thought, the Demon Lord turned to other matters. It took her only a long moment of intent thoughts to reprogram the fabric of existence until it gave her what she wanted - a portal to a reality within the timestream.
A few steps ahead of the Demon Lord, a hair-thin sheet of space measuring barely sixteen square metres began to react to what Lilithmon desired, in two different places - from two disconnected spots and outwards, tiny rectangular pixels slid back into non-existence, gradually giving way to a concrete roof-top in some other world and in to a jungle area in some third reality.
Lilithmon turned to them, shooting a brief look. Her intent, that the stage was set for one of them to comb this one of her favored recruiting grounds, carried without error to her friends.
Millenniummon began sauntering forward, into the gateway that connected to the roof and the world of the Digidestined. Mastemon strode forward as well, stepping into the world that the Tamer Union knew best. With Lilithmon alone as their witness, they began their search, accessing the timestream with their respective abilities to do so. Thus was there left an empty and quiet roof for Lilithmon to gaze at, which quickly bored her.
After a minute or three of silently waiting for their return, Lilithmon began losing her patience. She began to walk, quickly settling into a rectangular circuit for herself to follow. Really, reflected the devil with a touch of exasperation attached to the thought, what good was four-dimensional movement if the ability did not make you incapable of tarrying? She dismissed the thought, deciding against exploring it further. Such absurd and surreal notions was what GranDracmon liked to spend his days. Lilithmon fancied herself a sensible sort, unlike the Dark Sun God.
Finally, after what felt like a long while to Lilithmon (objectively, she knew it could only have been twelve minutes or something close to that, but it still felt like a small eternity), Millenniummon emerged. She observed that the dark dragon held a partner pair in the iron-tipped talons of her lower arms.
Both the French teen girl and Floramon glowered at the Mega who had abducted them. For her (or perhaps, their) part, Millenniummon gave them not a look or a word in response. The Mega quietly lowered them, slowly enough that the human and Floramon could gain stable footing, and then released her hold on them. "Happy now?" grumbled the four-armed dragon.
Though not entirely satisfied, Catherine eventually nodded. It surprised her a bit that the strange creature spoke Japanese, but it was fortunately a language she understood. Then, the blonde felt a tug on her hoodie. Darting her eyes down, she noticed that Floramon was pointing with her petaled hand to her left. The blonde turned in that direction.
For a moment, wordlessly, Catherine Deneuve and Lilithmon gazed at one another. Catherine frowned, disoriented by this chain of events and unhappy with that. Lilithmon gave the red-hoodie-and-green-skirt-ensemble-wearing teen a welcoming smile.
"Welcome, both of you, to my humble abode," greeted the Demon Lord. "I am Lady Lilithmon, and I do so hope that we speak a common language; that issue might be tricky to circumvent if we do not."
Floramon looked uncertainly at the woman. Catherine blinked, unsure if she had heard her right.
"Yes, I speak Japanese well enough," retorted Catherine, with undisguised frustration, "but if you think that we're in the mood to make nice with you after you had," she gestured with her open hand to Millenniummon, "this hideous thing kidnap us into the Digital World, you've got another thing coming."
Millenniummon shrugged, vaguely disinterested. "I suppose that I should apologize for that, then," began the black dragon, visibly befuddling the pair. "I didn't mean to hurt you, just to bring you here so you guys and Lilithmon could have a moment to talk."
"Indeed," intoned the archfiend. "I ask only that you hear me out and give thought to my offer. If you then refuse me, Millenniummon will do everything she is able to escort you home, and you need never give this little happening any further thought."
Catherine blinked once again, next settling into an evaluating stare aimed at Lilithmon. The flowery female beside the blonde mentally decided to humor the weirdos; the sooner they could leave, the better. "Alright," said the French teen after a pause, with her tell-tale accent quietly tinging her voice. "If you just want to talk, then, let's talk."
Lilithmon flashed Catherine an inviting smile. "I believe we should begin with introducing ourselves. I am Lilithmon, Lady of the Dark Area, queen to all who dwell in this world. Who do I have the pleasures of conversing with this day?"
"I'm Floramon," replied the Rookie, and gestured to her human, "and this is Catherine."
Lilithmon looked them over again. "Pretty names for pretty people," she complimented. "Now, the reason I asked Millenniummon to fetch you is that I would like for you both to join my faction. I assure you that the position has quite lucrative benefits attached to it. For you, Floramon, an elevation to the Mega level. For you, Catherine, the elusive prize of immortality. For both of you, a new home to live in, with many others who accepted what I am offering to give you, and a new Digivice to accompany your induction, and many more creature comforts as well."
Gawking, the title-less duo were at a loss for words. Lilithmon's smirk was unwavering for the entirety of the pause before the next word. Catherine was the first to speak, and she spoke thusly: "Wow."
Wow was right, though Floramon. In all her years, she had never heard of anyone who didn't spend entire centuries on striving that far down the road of strength that they could Digivolve that far and stay in that form for good.
Catherine drew a breath. "Are-are you serious?" questioned the eighteen-years-old, gazing with wide eyes at Lilithmon. "Me, immortal?"
"Entirely," announced the devilish one. "Now, there is something equally relevant you both should know, that might influence your decisions," she went on. "Are either of you familiar with the story called the Metaphor of the Cave?"
The pair shared brief looks. Millenniummon scoffed with amusement, a bit curious to see where this was headed.
"Can't say I am," said Catherine, "what is it?"
Lilithmon raised her index finger to her lower lip, looking briefly pensive, then lowered the appendage. "The Metaphor of the Cave revolves around a person who has spent their life inside a cave, and has never experienced the world that lies outside of it. In coming here, you have left the proverbial cave. The biverse you two were hatched in is only an illusion, thin and temporary, conjured up by the timestream. The world we are in now, the World of Darkness, is the true world."
Floramon blinked, unsure what that was supposed to mean. "Biverse? True world? Dark world? What?"
Lilithmon responded with naught but a chuckle. "Oh, those terms are but a few of the things we know of here. There ought to be time for you two to learn more of such later today. If you happen to be curious about how I know these things, let us just say that I have a friend who likes to delve into... eldritch and otherworldly matters, I suppose an apt phrasing. Now, regardless of that, what do you think of my proposition?"
Catherine was beginning to think that this was all just some seriously crazy dream. It made more sense that way. The blonde shrugged, "dunno. It sounds too good to be true that you'd do all that for us. What's the catch?"
Millenniummon shot the pair an annoyed look. "You shouldn't question my lady's generosity, everything she's offering you is on the level; trust me on that score. Me and my human, Relena, we've been around for over fourteen-thousand years, and it's been one awesome ride."
Catherine gasped; Floramon just gaped in failed comprehension. "Fou-fourteen-thousand..." breathed Catherine, amazed.
"Indeed," said Lilithmon, with her characteristic unwavering smirk. "To address your query: There is no 'catch', as you put it, save that you would have to leave the world you were born in. All good things come at a price, whatever it might be. What will your aswers, I mean, answers be?"
Floramon was quick to give her answer. "Well, I'm sold on it," she then turned to her fated human comrade. "How about you?"
All three (or four, depending on how you were to count it; Millenniummon was formed from two souls and bodies) of the battle hall's occupants fixed their gazes on the young woman. Catherine, consciously ignoring their staring to think in peace, began to turn and walk forward.
The blonde gazed, with somber blue eyes, out over the battle-scarred area. It took her a moment to reach a conclusion. Then, she spun to meet the three.
"Yes," the blonde gave a flat smile.
Lilithmon's smirk widened, and became almost radiant. The Demon Lord turned to face Floramon. "Then, let us proceed with elevating you to the Mega level," she informed the Rookie. "I should begin with expanding her DigiCore before activating her Digivolution sub-routine. To do that, I would need to know a reasonable quantity of data," so noted the devil. "Millenniummon, conduct a scan of Floramon."
The dark dragon gave her mistress a sheepish look. "I left it in my room, sorry."
Catherine looked cluelessly at them, but didn't feel curious enough to ask.
Lilithmon pursed her lips briefly, in a thin line that spoke at length of dissatisfaction. "I suppose that I will have to improvise, then. Execute program: DigiCore Data Transfer," she spoke with sudden solemnity.
On the floor beneath the foursome of allies, an arcane circle manifested without prior warning over the course of a split-second. Its text and symbols glowed a bright, almost pleasant shade of green. The text, however, alarmed Catherine a bit, as it was of a clear demonic nature. Lilithmon took note of the surprise on the blonde's face, but did not hesitate in her continued speech.
"Move one-hundred gigabyte from system-designate-Lilithmon to AI-designate-Floramon. Nightmare Soldier data ratio: Zero percent. Jungle Troopers data ratio: Zero percent. Virus Buster data ratio: Zero percent. Dragon's Roar data ratio: Zero percent. Deep Savers data ratio: Zero percent. Nature Spirits data: Zero percent. Metal Empire data ratio: Zero percent. Wind Guardians data ratio: Zero percent. Begin transferral in zero seconds."
The coding embedded in the arcane-looking circle and its runes began to do its work. Before their eyes, light-blue barcode streams of something that Catherine and Floramon did not recognize, but Millenniummon did, as Fractal Code began to emerge from several points on Lilithmon - her forehead, her skin-covered hand, her right eyeball and breast and wing, her stomach and her left leg - which all moved by themselves through the air and the space between them, and into Floramon.
Of that infusion, the Rookie registered only the warmth that accompanied the new surge of power; the specific change worked in her DigiCore, the upshoot in its quantity of virtual energies to one-hundred-and-sixteen gigabyte's worth, eluded her conscious mind.
With the utterance of a few simple words from Lilithmon - "Execute Digivolution-dot-EXE file of system-designate-Floramon: Mega" - the tiny little plant began to glow white, so brightly that every detail and pixel of her form was obscured.
In her own mental landscape within her DigiCore, Floramon glowed gold, but not so brightly that it obscured the Rookie from sight. A beam of digital energy shot forth and upwards from the Rookie. Where it came to a halt, her Champion body, which was Kiwimon and who was likewise enveloped in gold light, unleashed another such burst of raw power in the opposite direction. That blast as well halted, and where it did, her Ultimate form, Garudamon, was formed as another radiant and golden construct. The avian turned around, unleashing a third and final blast up into the heavens.
There, streams and bits of code worked rapidly to construct Floramon's Mega level manifestation - a slab of bright-brown stone carved to resemble a bird, of comparable proportions to an Imperialdramon in Dragon Mode, with patches of lush emerald grass in place of feathers to be its plumage and a mighty tree growing where there might have been a tail.
In the external virtual space, the glowing Rookie was expanding her code-constructed rapidly into her new form. Though Catherine was alarmed by what that might do to her, it quickly proved a false worry, as Floramon's, or rather, Ceresmon's strikingly large legs did not swell so far that they reached her human nor the other two.
Catherine began to walk, with the intent of getting a good look at the freshly-minted Mega. From a spot next to a rather large rock, Catherine took in the sight of Floramon's Mega form. "You look awesome," gushed the female. Ceresmon shifted in her stance and spread her wings wide, proudly showing herself before her human.
From her spot in this room, close to the door now, Lilithmon observed the giant bird curiously, with her skeletal index to her pursed lips. "Fascinating," thought the archfiend. "If I remember right, one of those teams in the Lower Realms has a Ceresmon among them as well. These two certainly make a fascinating addition to my collection."
The Demon Lord gave a brief round of applause to the demi-god. Both Catherine and Ceresmon moved their heads in Lilithmon's direction, right for the former and left for latter.
"My congratulations are in order," complimented the dress-garbed woman, smiling slyly to them. "Now... well, I do not honestly know how to best segue onto the subject, so I will tell you directly. From what I know of the Ceresmon species, they have a second body to use and inhabit instead of their true larger forms, and if it is all the same to you, I would like to see yours, Ceresmon. The activation phrase for that program should be, Ceresmon Slide Evolution."
The rock-constructed bird looked uncertainly at Lilithmon. "Are you sure about that? I mean, I've never heard about something called Slide Evolution before."
Lilithmon shot a prolonged look up at the avian. "I do not imagine that true omniscience is possible, but from having lived longer than most, I know more than most."
Ceresmon turned her head to Catherine. The blonde, after a momentary pause to ponder the issue, gave the Mega a nod.
The demi-god exhaled. "Ceresmon Slide Evolution," she said, matter of factly. As soon as she had, every inch, nook and cranny of her body released the tell-tale white glow that accompanied a Digivolution. The trio of spectators watched silently, as Ceresmon felt, the faux-Olympian's body change and shrink from a gargantuan avian to something strikingly similar to a homo sapien in size and shape.
The glow abated, laying bare every hue and texture. Her appearance was indeed that of a homo sapien, with soft and milky-white skin tone. Her body's proportions were broadly slender, and her various garments widely styled with an evident floral theme in mind, and her chest looked almost disproportionate ample for someone of her build.
Lilithmon observed the demi-god almost hungrily, her abundant bosoms in particular. This form of Ceresmon had a different kind of beauty to it than the bird, and it was one that she eagerly anticipated taking to bed.
Catherine observed the demi-god openly disappointed. "Aw, c'mon. Before, you were this badass giant stone bird, and now you're just... I don't know what even to call this, a garden-variety stripper?"
Ceresmon Medium folded her arms, opening her mouth to speak. Lilithmon decided that this moment was a good time to step in. "I believe that you ought to continue that little exchange later, because your living quarters await evaluation. I will take you there," announced Lilithmon, getting their attention.
The raven-haired demon punctuated her statement by turning around, and starting to approach the door. With a brief look, the partner-pair agreed to continue the issue later, and they began to follow.