Angelwings02
Angel was on her knees, scrubbing the throne room floor. Her hand shook as she dipped the cloth back into the water. Master had fed on her far too much. She still had not recovered from the last time.
Myotismon suddenly burst through the double doors, slamming them open. She jumped to her feet. Master wished everyone to remain standing in his presence. If he addressed her personally she had to bow, but otherwise she must remain standing.
Master was in a bad mood. He must have been talking to Etemon again. Talking to that stupid monkey always made him angry.
She could tell that he was out to punish someone. She just hoped it was not her this time. She feared she might not survive.
"Where is the Gukomon who was on patrol last night? He never reported in."
Angel bowed as she answered, "Last time I saw him he was on the roof, counting stars."
Silently she breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed Master was going to punish someone else.
"Idiot, why are all my slaves idiots? Send a Bakamon to get him down."
"Yes, Master."
Myotismon was almost to the door when Angel's knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor. He whirled angrily to find her forcing herself back up.
"Fool." He kicked her, sending her petite body smashing into the stone wall. Now he would not have to wait for the Gukomon to get there to take out his frustration.
He was across the room in a heartbeat, picking up the crumpled form of Angel and pinning her to the wall, holding both her thin hands over her head with one of his. With his other hand he turned her face to the side, exposing her pulsing veins. He could smell her fear, but he noticed something else about her.
Her eyes lacked their normal brightness, and she seemed far more tired than usual. He touched his lips lightly to her throat, enjoying the fluttering of her pulse against them, and the stiff terror with which she held herself, but at the same time his mind was flashing back over the last two days-remembering the last time he had fed off of her, it had been an exceptionally heavy feeding.
He slowly kissed down her throat, she moaned and tensed as his mouth touched the place where he bit her last time, he let his mouth hover over her in anticipation-if he fed again so soon it might kill her.
He could feel the tenseness of her body as she waited for him to sink his teeth into the wound-"No, I don't think I'll punish you that way. Not this time. That's too easy, not as much fun."
Angel looked at him in confusion, and fear. She had no clue what was coming. So naïve.
He pulled back and looked into her silver eyes, they were bright with fear, the unknown was always fearsome.
"Master?" her voice trembled with trepidation.
He grinned maliciously, then kissed her full on the lips, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth demandingly. He could feel her eyelashes against his cheek as her eyes opened wide with surprise. He could hear her heartbeat getting louder as her confused fear increased.
He pulled back and gave her a nasty smile, "Brace yourself Angel, this will hurt."
Before she had time to react her white gown fluttered to the floor…
Silverangewomon awoke suddenly. She had been dreaming a strange dream. She wondered what it could mean.
"Bidyangemon, wake up. It is time to go." She glanced out through the opening of the hollow tree, the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon.
"You're really going out there at night?"
"Yes. I would rather be awake at night, when Myotismon is, than to be asleep and have him sneak up on me."
"I don't know. Your logic seems kinda messed up to me. If you wanted to be safe you wouldn't be here at all."
Silverangewomon declined to argue with him. After all they had been through this ten million times the day before. She had to discover why there was no Absolution in Darkforrest.
She climbed slowly through the opening in the tree trunk and down to the ground. He warily followed her.
She set off, studying plants as she went, there did not seem to be any unusual plants which were native only to this area. Bidyangemon saw a plant he recognized from his herbal remedies class and stopped to take a look at it. He did not notice when Silverangewomon moved on.
"Hey, furball, what you looking at?"
He looked up, expecting to find Myotismon glaring down at him. Instead all he saw was a rookie digimon that looked like a bat that had swallowed a basketball.
"Not that it is any of your business, but I am looking at these herbs."
"Oh, not any of my business huh. I am Demidevimon, and if is say it is my business, then it is my business. And I say it is my business."
"DARKNESS BITE!"
Bidyangemon dodged out of the way and prepared his own attack.
"SINGING HALO!"
The golden halo on his chest glowed bright and an energy attack, shaped like a whirling halo flew towards Demidevimon. As it passed through the air it made a high pitched singing sound, doubtless the trait which earned the attack its name.
With no more ado the two rookies were at it full out. Before too long they were battling above the trees.
Bidyangemon could feel himself beginning to tire and his opponent showed no signs of weakness.
"Help," he squeaked, between attacks. "Silverangewomon, help me."
Out of the corner of his eye he could see her watching the battle.
"You don't need my help. You are evenly matched in this battle."
What? She won't help me. He realized suddenly that Silverangewomon expected him to take care of this himself. He pulled back a few feet and glanced at Demidevimon.
The masked digimon did not seem the least bit tired. Was this how it would end. To come all this way simply to be deleted. No. He would not be destroyed by such a powerless foe.
Silverangewomon watched as light suddenly surrounded her friend. She had suspected that this would happen. She had felt the excess power that he needed to digivolve building up in him over the last few weeks.
She watched with intent interest, for some reason she could not remember any of her digivolutions, or the time before her deletion. According to her textbooks you were supposed to remember things like that, according to her teachers it was not unusual for her not to remember.
The light slowly receded and revealed Bidyangemon's new form. He was humanoid, about two foot tall, with a wingspan twice his height, dressed in pink. He had long purple hair, his face was masked from view by a gold mask, and a gold halo marked his muscular chest. She recognized the type immediately-Chunoangemon.
"Ha, take this-HALO REVOLUTION!"
The attack was quite similar to his singing halo attack, but much more powerful. Demidevimon barely managed to get out of the way.
Myotismon watched from his perch on a nearby tree branch. This was an interesting turn of events. Demidevimon was supposed to attack Biddyangemon, so that Silverangewomon would come rushing to his aid, luring her straight into his trap. Instead she had refused to help, and Bidyangemon had successfully digivolved.
He looked around for the female and found her lighting gracefully on a branch not to far from him, apparently she had not seen him, her face was turned to the sky watching the battle above her.
It was the perfect opportunity. One blast of his Nightmare Wing at this distance would destroy anything, but his curiosity got the best of him, besides, it would be much more fun to capture her alive. He shuddered at the thought of the things he could do to torture her.
He sent a telepathic command to the Dokugumon at the base of the tree. Perhaps if her distracted her it would be able to trap her in its web.
"Why didn't you go help your friend?"
She turned to look at him, her silver eyes burning into him. If she was surprised that he was there she hid it well.
"He did not need my help. Their power was evenly matched. If I had interfered the fight would have been overbalanced."
"That's right. You are the preserver of balance. But isn't the balance thrown off now?"
"Yes. But it isn't an unnatural balance. I usually don't mess with a natural unbalance because natural unbalances tend to adjust to rebalance themselves. Watch."
Myotismon turned his eyes back to the fight above him. She was correct, within the course of only a few minutes Demidevimon digivolved also, becoming his champion form of Devimon.
"Interesting. So what is an unnatural unbalance?"
The Dokugumon was busy spinning its web, just a little longer and she would be trapped-his for the taking.
But it was not to be, the combatants had gotten too far from her sight and Silverangewomon leapt to the air, coming down on a tree branch twenty feet away. Myotismon, and the poor Dokugumon followed her.
"An unnatural unbalance is a balance that can not right itself," she continued with her explanation. "Like when the Dark Masters killed most of the angel types and took over the digital world. That was an unnatural unbalance, because the dark forces purposely extinguished their light counterparts, and nature could not rebalance the situation."
The two combatants dropped suddenly from the sky. Curiosity flashed across her face and she flew to the place where they fell to see what had happened to them.
She found them on the floor of a small clearing, Myotismon landed behind her.
They had simultaneously fallen asleep from the sheer exhaustion of their digivolutions. She knelt to check on her friend. She gently moved him to a more comfortable position.
She was about to stand when the glimmer of moonlight caught her eye. She noticed for the first time a pool of water at the edge of the clearing. There was nothing extraordinary about the pool, but something about it caught her attention. She stared at it hard, trying to place the sensation she was feeling.
"It mystifies you doesn't it? Do you remember it? It is where you died before," malice lined Myotismon's voice.
She stood and turned to face him again, the light of the full moon reflecting in her silver eyes. Something about those eyes-
"You hate me, don't you? Why? Is it because of that stupid prophesy?"
Myotismon was startled by the bluntness of her question.
"I don't really hate you. But the prophesy says that you will destroy me. It is only natural that I would try to defend myself from that."
"True, but I think you misunderstand the prophesy. It simply says end your reign of terror. That doesn't mean I would have to kill you."
"I'm not here to bandy words angel," he sneered. "Get ready to defend yourself."
A jolt of an undefinable emotion burst through Silverangewomon's body at the leering words. What was it that caused this sense of de je vu.
"GOLDEN ILLUMINATION!"
Before either of them had the chance to attack Goldangemon suddenly appeared in the sky above them. Floating not far from him was Damangemon.
"I told you it was dangerous to send her out alone, she isn't ready to deal with this world. We must take her back."
"It may not be our place to interfere, Goldangemon."
"She almost got herself killed again. She is clearly not ready."
Myotismon focused suddenly on Goldangemon, pure rage on his face.
"Goldangemon, I have a bone to pick with you. A little matter of revenge. I think I'll start by killing off your precious pet. DARKNESS WING!"
He turned and launched his attack at Silverangewomon, catching her off guard. Without looking back her leapt into the sky to challenge Goldangemon.
Myotismon's attack was far stronger than Silverangewomon had anticipated. While it did not destroy her, it threw her well across the clearing, she tried to right herself in the air, but her head struck a branch and she dropped from the sky, straight into the pool which had destroyed her before.