A/N: I'm back from Michigan and FINALLY glad to have fanfiction access.  Now for responses to ALL ur reviews, in the order I got em (thanks to DuchessRaven for her review!!!):

To Avalon: I ended it there because… because… well I don't really know why b/c I think so I can continue where it left off.

To Jes: ;-D

To Blackout12: I only get delirious on sugar for my insane fics like the humor ones.  Oh my STORY… Yah they are special plans.  And I mean SPECIAL.

To Devidramon: Really?  Cool names.  My favorite was MarshMaloMyotismon, but I didn't really comprehend it until three days later… stupid me…  I was at my cousins' house this weekend and one of them called Myotismon, "Mysto-moon" and I know someone who liked to call him "Mitosis-mon."  And even I used to make fun of his name and call him "Your-otismon."  I did that two years ago.

To Sabrina Black: I managed to make ur heart break, huh?  Everyone says that about cliffys, or it seems that way.  *shrug*  Well this could be "soon."

To Jules Verne (Shadow Rider): That was the most pointless review I ever got!  Hey I'm just kidding.

To Kyer: Ayeth, she is…  I'll try to get her out of trouble though.

To blackmage718: At least cliffhangers keep people hooked…  Glad you want me to keep going!

To CheeseWizardmon: Yah, Mayotismon the fruit is trying to hit on Gatomon's new form… she's his lady counterpart, she's good, she's Gatomon…

To DuchessRaven: Thanks!!!  Well here's the new chapter!

  OK, everyone, here's the next chapter!  This will be an… um… interesting one.  Beware of some stuff.  This isn't really romance, but it could pass for something along the lines of it.  This makes me sorta wonder if a rating change is needed.  I'm really happy because I'm finally going to get the clothes I want, this Friday!!!!!!!!!  Oh boy I'm having a bad day today… don't mind if this chapter is darker than the others.  I've had a tough week L  Besides that, my dad didn't activate Windows XP when he was supposed to so I had to REALLY postpone this chapter… now I'm back!  Enjoy!

Chapter 8: Lord and Lady

  "Why does Myotismon want Gatomon so badly?" wondered Necromamon when he and his brother Incantemon had been cuffed to a prison wall by their hands and feet, with the humans in a different prison.  The cell was small, cold, windowless, and musty, with the stone floor covered with at least an inch of dust.  The metal bars were quite small and were digging into their wrists and legs every time they moved even the smallest bit.  They were suspended by their hands and feet about a foot off the ground, with their staffs mounted on the walls, out of their reach.

  The good sorcerer groaned, "I wish I could reach my staff."  Even if he knew he was so weak already from staying at his ultimate stage too long and from fighting, and struggling to break free of other chains, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to use psychic energy to unlock the metal cuffs, and they shook weakly, then ceased the shaking.  "The bars are too strong to open!"

  "Brother," the dark sorcerer comforted his brother, "you are weak.  I am the one who started all this trouble; I must be the one to unbind you from the chains."

  Incantemon sighed, and then hung his head and closed his eyes.  The stray strands of hair fluttered in his face as he stared at the ground.  "Please, do not waste your much-needed energy on me," he told his brother.  "I may be a vaccine, but I am useless against defeating Myotismon and his henchmon… free yourself, Wizardmon."

  Suddenly Necromamon felt a sense of warmth within him as he heard the words the light sorcerer had said.  He called me "Wizardmon…"  not "Necromamon…"  He knew.  I must free them… I need the strength to save the digital world… I must give Incantemon my own power despite the fact he's too weak to break free… I don't want to be selfish…

  "Incantemon?" he asked with tears glittering in his eyes, ready to sacrifice his own strength.

  The sorcerer weakly lifted his head, feeling as if he was ready to de-digivolve or even get reconfigured.  "Please… no speaking… I feel weary… I have used up so much of my energy for healing… and my digivolving without a crest around makes it even worse…  I have never been in my ultimate form this long, and I wish to be left alone…"

  "I want to give you my strength," declared the dark sorcerer.  "You need it more than I do, and I am a worthless virus.  I am WORTHLESS!"  It echoed throughout the cell as tears streamed down his face and he hung his head in despair.  He was famished, parched, and extremely vulnerable, and his energy was quite needed, but he was willing to give it up.

  "Don't… think… that… way…"

  "Let me give you my energy before—"

  Suddenly the CLANG of metal against metal caused the door to open to reveal none other than Myotismon standing in their midst, gripping a bolt of Crimson Lightning and whipping it against the wall for practice.  The wall started breaking off in chunks.

  "Before you die," Myotismon continued, pointing the bolt of Crimson Lightning right in the sorcerers' faces.  Only Necromamon was able to react, for he still had the energy.  "Let me see… Necromamon… shall I whip you first?"  He stepped into the cell and paced around, deep in thought.  Then he stepped right up to Incantemon, who was trying to regenerate himself.

  "You're not getting away with anything you do to Gatomon," the dark sorcerer threatened, positive he was going to receive a severe whipping.  "If you do so much as lay a finger on her you will have to answer to me."

  The vampire turned away from the extremely weak Incantemon and stepped over to Necromamon.  What he did was try to vex the dark sorcerer by stepping up to his face.  "You are a very brave digimon to try to threaten me like that," he declared, reaching out and withdrawing the dark sword from its holder.  Then he stroked the sword gently.  "Ah, I love the feel of a sword in my hands," continued Myotismon, removing his gloves and running his hands up and down the blade of the sword.

  "If you slaughter Gatomon you are going to be incredibly sorry for your actions," threatened Necromamon.  "Especially if you use my sword to do so!"  He struggled to break free, but was whipped across the side by the lightning, being shocked in the process.  He felt his side aching and tried his best to keep his mind off the pain.

  "Yes, but what if I slaughter…" said the vampire, taking the sorcerer's sword and gently drawing it back.  Then he quickly pointed the tip of the blade right at the good sorcerer's face.  "Incantemon?"  The blade was less than a millimeter away from the tip of Incantemon's nose and one wrong move could have slit his face open.

  "INCANTEMON!" shouted the dark sorcerer.  "Don't move!"

  Myotismon glared an extremely cold glare that could send shivers down anyone's spine, and kept the sword pointed.  Suddenly, the vampire drew the sword around in circles, less than a millimeter away from Incantemon's delicate face.  Necromamon concentrated, trying to get the sword away out of Myotismon's hands and back into his own, but it didn't seem to work.

  Finally he got the sword to move slightly, but accidentally slitting a thin cut on the side of his brother's face.  Red blood ran down Incantemon's pale cheek as his brother became enraged.  Incantemon wasn't able to do anything about it, for he had fallen into a deep sleep.  As Myotismon ran one of his slender fingers down the cut and licked the blood off of it, Necromamon made the sword fly right onto the ground.

  "Get away from him," said Necromamon.  "That's it!  I now give Incantemon my energy!"  Suddenly a ball of precious yellow energy was extracted from the dark sorcerer's body and was absorbed into his brother's.  As he opened his eyes and the energy revived him, the color drained from the dark sorcerer's face and he lost almost all of his energy.

  "My, that was very noble of you, wasn't it," growled Myotismon, taking the sword off the ground and pointing it at Necromamon's face.

  "Leave my brother ALONE!" shouted Incantemon, suddenly getting a burst of energy large enough to concentrate hard enough to tear the cuffs apart as if they were merely twigs or green stems.  As he landed gracefully on the ground, the light sorcerer grabbed his staff and pointed it at the vampire, letting out a sunburst of yellow light and forcing him to hit the wall with great impact and land in the next cell, injured and unconscious.  Then he used smaller bursts to get Necromamon's staff off the wall.  Then he handed it to his brother, who felt some energy flowing into his fingertips and breaking off the wall little by little.  Finally, he was almost completely revived.  "Wizardmon, we don't have time," he told Necromamon.  "We need to leave.  I was able to temporarily knock out Myotismon for a short time.  Come on, let's find Gatomon quickly before he regains his strength."

  Since the door to the cell was wide open, the two sorcerer digimon fled the dungeon in search of their friends, first freeing Erika.  Kari was not in the cell with her.

  "They took Kari!" the teenage girl exclaimed.  "Bakemon took her into another room!"

  Myotismon had finally regained his consciousness, and he was incredibly furious at how Incantemon and Necromamon had fought together to blast him through the wall of a prison and succeeded.  He vowed revenge on the brothers as he finally arose from the heap of broken-off pieces of wall around him and weakly stood up and stormed through the prison to his throne room.

  And what a sight he was to see… His hair, usually neatly combed back, was messed up, covered with gray dust, and even tangled slightly.  His face was slightly smudged with grayish dust and part of it was covered with his own blood.  His cape was torn and dirty, his once-spotless suit was covered with dust and even had a cobweb on it.  His gloves were somewhere…  The silver ornaments on his boots were tarnished, and the boots were also covered with dust.

  "Damn Incantemon and Necromamon," he growled as he started wiping the blood off his face.  Finally he made it into the throne room, where his lady counterpart was chained to the throne and looking more frightened than she was when she was Gatomon.  "My lady, I am ready for you."

  "Lord Myotismon!" Lady Myotismon gasped at the sight.  "You… you… you look as if you have been through a harsh battle!  Where are your gloves?"

  The vampire's lips curled into an evil grin as he walked uprightly towards his counterpart and came within an inch of her.  Then he slightly leaned over her and breathed in the scent of her sweet-smelling hair.  "I must prepare myself for you… Lady Myotismon," he said seductively as he stood over her.  His voice was slightly hypnotic as Phantomon floated into the room.  Myotismon cradled his lady's chin in his hand as her eyes began to close softly.  "You look tired, my dear…"  Phantomon sent out powerful waves from his eye pendant into Lady Myotismon's, and she started to fall half-asleep, still hearing her lord's speaking.  "You must sleep, sleep the deepest sleep of your life… and you will be under my control…"

  All of a sudden, the vampire lady changed physically, in front of her male counterpart's eyes.  Her eyes clouded over and became an opaque grayish-yellow color; the cerulean blue of Gatomon's eyes were no longer visible.  Her mouth was slightly open and she was sitting still and no longer fought the urge to escape.  Myotismon backed away from the scene and out of the room as Phantomon's distant yet strong and wavery voice echoed throughout her mind.

  "You are in Lord Myotismon's power…" the phantom disclosed as the hypnotism took place.

  Suddenly, Lady Myotismon was not able to remember a thing except that she was loyal to her male counterpart and would remain loyal to him forever.

  Meanwhile, the two sorcerers and Erika were trying to find their way, and they finally made it to the throne room later.  When they did, they were too late, for the chains binding the vampire lady to the throne were broken and the power from the hypnotism was in its full effect.  The only slight light was on the vampire lady's throne.  Nothing else was seen.

  "Gatomon!" the dark sorcerer exclaimed.

  Lady Myotismon stared evilly at Necromamon and Incantemon, thinking of nothing except to destroy them.

  "It's us, Gatomon!  We're here to rescue you!" exclaimed Erika.  "We'll get you to de-digivolve and find Kari—"

  "CRIMSON LASH!" she exclaimed, raising a hand in the air and forming a whip of a weaker version of Myotismon's Crimson Lightning.  She whipped it out with a huge crack and it cracked again as it hit Erika in the side, making her fall over and start to burn.

  "Gatomon!"  Necromamon was appalled at the attack.

  "I am not Gatomon," said Lady Myotismon.  "I lament my life as a vaccine!"  She prepared to attack again.  "RAGING NIGHTMARE!"  The attack much like the Nightmare Claw came out and blew dark energy fire at the three, just missing them.

  Incantemon realized something.  "She's under his control!" he exclaimed, seeing her hazy yellow eyes.

  "They know, my lord," said Lady Myotismon.  The light grew slightly lighter, but still the same extremely dim light in the castle.  This time a fire was glowing near the throne, shining a soft yellow glow on a newly revived Myotismon, sitting on his tall throne and holding a glass of red wine.

  "Myotismon…" the dark sorcerer growled.  "What have you done with her?!"

  "It was merely a process called hypnotism, Necromamon," replied the vampire.  "I believe you know all about it."  Phantomon flew out and stared at the dark sorcerer, who dared not make eye contact.  "As you see, Phantomon has special hypnotic powers that can alter a digimon's mind.  I believe that my lady was still Gatomon within.  Because the potion never worked, I had to resort to hypnotism."  He took a sip of the wine, waiting for the reaction from Necromamon.

  "Heartless fiend," growled Necromamon.

  "Perhaps I must hypnotize you next," said Myotismon.  "Phantomon, begin the spell!" he commanded.

  Closing his eyes to avoid any waves of hypnotism and making eye contact with the phantom, the dark sorcerer searched his mind for a way to bring Gatomon back to real life instead of thinking she had to follow the vampire for the rest of her life.  I know there's a way… let there be a way…  All of a sudden his ears began ringing with the sound of a thousand wails of agony as the entrancing spell got to him.  All he was able to do was open his eyes.  His mind screamed for him not to yet his body responded to every wave of hypnotism as his eyes opened wide and began to cloud over.  There was nothing he could do, and all that could help him now was his own powers.

  "You will remain loyal to Lord Myotismon… follow him… follow him…"  The voice of the phantom echoed through his mind before Necromamon realized he was also a sorcerer and able to produce a countercurse.

  "NEVER!" he shouted, pointing his staff right at Phantomon.  "DARK SPELL!"  The blast of dark energy shot right out at the phantom ghost, causing him to fly back and hit the wall behind him.  As he came to his senses, the dark sorcerer saw he had just saved himself.

  Myotismon was furious at this, and shattered the wine glass in his hand.  Then he rose from the throne and formed a bolt of Crimson Lightning in his hand.  "I tried to use the potion, I tried to use hypnotism.  It seems to me the only way to make you loyal is to attack.  CRIMSON LIGHTNING!"

  "DARK SPELL!"

  "INCANTATION: FIRE!"

  The two attacks flew right at the vampire, who warded the fire off with his lightning whip but was not able to stop the Dark Spell in time.

  "CRIMSON LASH!"  Suddenly Lady Myotismon produced her attack, which sliced right through the Dark Spell.

  Necromamon gasped, seeing that he was going to have to fight to have his friend back.  All of a sudden, Myotismon got the inspiration to end all inspirations.  He would marry Lady Myotismon, and together they would rule over the digital world without Necromamon getting in the way.

  Dark digimon had gathered from all over Digiworld for the occasion.  Necromamon and Incantemon had been locked up in a very nearby prison (which was adjacent to the ballroom, where the wedding was held) for an execution following the ceremony.

  "You can't let him get away with this!"  The light sorcerer's voice echoed through the cell as the Bakemon locked them inside without their staffs.

  "I am much more powerful than you ever will be," said Myotismon from near them.  Instead of his blue suit and normal black-and-red cape, he was wearing a fancier black suit that seemed to look like it was made of leather and was tighter on him than the usual blue suit, and a longer black-and-gold cape lined with red, with the top three feet above the top of his head and the bottom trailing on the floor..  Even his gloves and boots had changed into black leather ones with golden bat ornaments on them.  The only things that hadn't changed were his mask and his hair.  "Your Gatomon is mine."

  "I will bring her back no matter what," said Necromamon.

  The vampire started to laugh at this, then he turned around and walked away.

  "We're nothing without our staffs," said Incantemon.  "I must try to remember the incantation, and fast."  He closed his eyes and put his fingers against his temple, trying his best to get a recollection of the right incantation.  Then he started muttering something to himself.  Light seemed to reflect off his pale grayish face and his hair began to blow upwards as if it was in a breeze.  Suddenly the light died down and his hair fell back into its place.

  "What's wrong?" the dark sorcerer quietly asked his brother.

  "I couldn't remember it… and look what's about to happen!"

  Suddenly huge bursts of dark music rang throughout the old castle ballroom.  It was a combination of a pipe organ with deep brass and even small beats of drums sounded out.

  "It's so entrancing, yet it reeks with darkness," breathed Necromamon, listening to the bursts of music.  "Just like Myotismon…  That music fits him perfectly and soon, Lady Myotismon."

  "She is only a pawn in his master plan, remember?  She has been hypnotized, and there is only one way to reverse the hypnosis."

  Suddenly they saw heads turn towards the doorway at the end of the ballroom, covered by delicate black see-through curtains.  A long crimson carpet was rolled out from the end and the curtains fluttered apart as the crowd of evil digimon rose from their seats.  As the curtains parted, Lady Myotismon seemed to just float through, her long black dress's fifteen-foot train trailing behind her.  Her dress was black silk, sleeveless, and very revealing, with much of it clinging to her curves and the skirt flowing onto the floor below.  She was also wearing long black-and-red gloves and a long black veil.  She stepped forward, not hesitating one bit.

  "It's too late, Necromamon!  I must try NOW!"

  "Please don't harm yourself trying to do so!"

  Meanwhile, at the end of the aisle, the vampire lord was standing tall and shooting glares at the sorcerers and admiring his lady.  Also, Angemon had been digi-napped and was chained to the ground, Phantomon flying near him with his scythe to show that if he messed up or refused to perform the ceremony he would be executed.

  Incantemon closed his eyes and put two of his fingers against his head, reciting what he remembered of the incantation.  With every word of the incantation he spoke, an aura of light surrounded him and his hair started to blow into the air as if there were a gentle breeze blowing.  "Anthisei metarii ei dir myostike, anthisei entérr téan rốn eir dhei… ta dirrǔne… ta dirrǔne… I don't remember the rest!"  His hair relaxed and

  "NO!" shouted the dark sorcerer.  "I've never learned that incantation!"

  The angel's strong voice rang out through the hall.  "… to unite this mon and womon in holy matrimony…"  Only everyone knew there was a hint of fear in his voice which made it slightly shaky.

  If only I hadn't tried to digivolve… if only… then Gatomon would be herself and we wouldn't be here… I know my brother is weak for he hasn't been able to de-digivolve and the crest hasn't been found…  The dark sorcerer started to gently weep to himself as the voice continued its nervous droning on.  Suddenly it came to the crucial point of the ceremony, the point where it all mattered.

  Angemon took a breath, then began to speak.  "Do you, Lord Myotismon, take this lady digimon, to be…"

  All of a sudden, the dark sorcerer's mind filled with thoughts all of a sudden.  Forgotten incantations and memories floated past himself.  And he found himself thinking the poem.

"When the Digiworld has fallen,

When the data code is broken…"

Oh why am I thinking this?

"When the goodness has disappeared,

What will stand strong is our word spoken.

The seas may have been drained dry…"

THAT'S IT!

  "Incantemon, we might not need an incantation after all," said the dark sorcerer.  "This might or might not work."  He spoke up and decided to recite the poem.

  "… till death do you part?"

  "I do," said Myotismon.  It was almost as if he cared.  He did care about his female counterpart, but only for power and self-satisfaction.

  "When the Digiworld has fallen,

  When the data code is broken,

  When the goodness has disappeared,

  What will stand strong is our word spoken.

  The seas may have been drained dry,

  And the green grass has turned to dust…"

  "Do you, Lady Myotismon, take this digimon, to be your husband…"

  "And though the sun may never shine,

  Three digimon stay strong, they must…"

  "To have and to hold…"

  "The Alliance of Three, digimon of light,

  To fight evil though they rule the Digi Land,

  Though the world is no more and hope may be lost

  They will restore it to how it began…"

  "For richer or for poorer, through sickness and in health…"

  "For Light has not turned to Darkness

  And Hope will never be Despair,

  The Virtues of the Alliance will prevail

  And will always remain with them there.

  And with them the Digiworld is blessed…"

  "Till death do you part?"

  "WITH THE POWERS OF LIGHT!"

  It came down to that.  Would the sacred poem of the three friends work, or will Lady Myotismon be forever loyal?

To be continued…