For They Shall Be Filled
By:
Vain
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Vain: Where's the Kaiser, Remy?
Remy: Je
ne sais pas, chere.
Vain: Don't
tell me that you're still mad at me!
Remy: Non, I read ahead.
Vain: Oh. Good. Mollified now?
Remy: Oui. M'I gonna get some action wit'
dis Maddie femme?
Vain: . .
.
Remy: Ask
Ken 'bout de Kaiser. He was wit' him
last. Oh, et FYI: he smelled like
sewage.
Vain: Ken
or the Kaiser? No, nevermind. I don't want to know . . . R&R PLEASE!
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~"What will you give me if I deliver Him to you?"
And they counted out to him thirty pieces of silver.
-Matthew 26: 15
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Part Twenty-Two
Lord Damon
shifted, admiring his new form in the digital sunlight. Arukenimon watched him with a smile of
satisfaction adorning her small mouth.
"I take it you are
pleased."
The robed Mega
digimon regarded her coldly from beneath his cowl. Insect. Apparently, she still thought that she was dealing with a rookie—she
would have to be taught otherwise. He
looked away from the white-haired woman to the Child stretched out next to him.
The Child of Hope.
Damon regarded the
blond and his Patamon intently as he compared the boy to his newly recovered
memories. This boy . . . He has
grown much. The Patamon can only
digivolve to Magna Angemon: an Ultimate. Hmm. They present no threat to
me or my power.
"Didn't you hear
me?! I asked you a question. You really should pay more attention to your
Master."
Master?
The cowled head
turned back to Arukenimon. She is
only an Ultimate. Yet she thinks that
she means something to me? Hardly.
He turned back to
the boy. No, this Child was no threat
to him. Still, there was something
tugging on the edges of his awareness—something potent. There were lines of Power running here. They were strong. He followed the lines he sensed with his eyes. From Hope . . . to Light . . . to . . . to .
. . Kindness? Kindness? Kindness was not a Sacred Crest. Demon walked over to the dark-haired boy
with a hidden frown. His eyes flickered
to the Wormmon curled up on the boy's chest in a protective embrace and
lingered there for a moment in contempt. A wormmon—the weakest of the virus digimon—the most cowardly.
Hmph.
Kindness. What is so special about you, Child? The former Digimon Emperor, repentant for
your actions, yet spiteful and contemptuous of your own remorse. But no, that does not make you
anything. Arukenimon wants you,
too. But where are these lines of Power
running to?
Damon focused his
attention on the Child's Crest. This
is . . . interesting . . . This Crest is weakened. It is most definitely the boy's Trait, but . . . It is
incomplete. It is missing the
Anti-Crest property. How is this
possible? All Crests carry their
Compliment dormant within the Crest . . . except this Child. And there are lines of Power running through
the boy connecting him to the Sacred Crests . . . ? A halved Crest, a schism within the Child's soul, and lines of
Power with the other two Sacred Crests: it all fits. Is it possible? And yet,
there was a great darkness in this one's soul—it was an unnatural evil,
something that was not his, but has merged with his soul to create something
new—something familiar . . .
Arukenimon cleared
her throat loudly at Damon. The
foreboding creature's head snapped up, angry at being interrupted. He had been close to something.
"Are you even
listening to me?!" the pale woman demanded, arms akimbo. "You have a job to do! The Brat Emperor is not your
concern—Hope is your target. Or have
you forgotten what he did to you?"
My target? She
actually thinks that I should submit to her . . .? Damon turned away from Ken's limp body and
approached Arukenimon. She was hovering
expectantly over TK and tapping her pointed toes in aggravation.
Damon flowed over
to her silently and raised a clawed hand over the sleeping Child's angelic
form. The narrow woman resisted the urge
to recoil in fear. Perhaps three
strands had been just a bit too much. A
Damon might be a bit more than she could handle alone. . . But she refused to let him ruin
this. That simpleton could do it
without trying. Granted, she had been
the one to force Demideveemon to his highest digivolution, but she had not
expected Damon to be so . . . incredibly strong. Stronger than her. And so
fast, too.
Yet Damon was in
her debt. If it weren't for her, he
would still be a flying bowling ball.
Arukenimon just
hoped that he appreciated that.
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"Light has
received the Blessing?"
"Yes. Are you still displeased?"
"There is a
saying on Earth in the land of America: This hurts me much more than it hurts
you."
"I fail to
understand the relevance."
"… Have you
felt anything out of place yet?"
"It is
nothing. Shifting temporal winds. What more did you expect? It is difficult to work across dimensions."
"And Gennai?"
"It is taking
most of our energy and concentration to maintain the separations of body and
spirit."
"…"
"I am sure that
everything is fine."
"That does
nothing to put me at ease."
"Come. The next test begins."
"Nor does
that."
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