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Revival, Retrieval and Relaxation

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Three days had passed. Their guest was still lying on the bed. His body had been burned and scorched. His meager clothing was torn. Feathers were loose and falling. Trickles of blood dried ran down his temple to his cheek. His nose had flaky bits of dry blood in his nostrils' openings.

"Should we wake him?" asked the one to the other.

"No, mother, we shouldn't. Such a young one should not be awakened when his body has been wracked with so much damage," answered the other. He looked up at his female companion. She was wearing a crimson dress that matched her crimson hat. She had one very human hand and one clawed hand.

"Oh, Wizardmon," chuckled the woman to the male softly. She looked up at him. His hair was slightly golden and his were eyes a soft brown. He really did look like anotherWizardmon she'd known before the Myotismon incident. She sighed softly and had promised to wait for his return. He'd never came, any girl would tell you, that when you get the word, from your man's female feline friend that he'd been deleted in an alternate universe, you just give up. A cold look came over her eyes. "He's dreaming again…"

Wizardmon turned and looked. The boy's eyes were shifting under their lids. "I wonder what he dreams about."

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"Kage!" shouted the voice of Kougen. Kage turned and grimaced. He looked down at himself. His toga was red and his wings were red, but still feathered.

"What is going on?" growled the red angel quietly.

"I don't know, all I know is that we've both been subjugated," said the white copy of Kage. "I feel weird. My arms hurt and my head hurts."

"Kougen, we've been injured. I remember," whispered Kage. He reached up and touched his arm. "Imperialdramon…you see, those Digi-destined are dangerous!"

"What are we going to do?" asked Kougen quietly, looking up at Kage.

"I am going to wake us up, and we'll find that dratted dragon and teach those humans a lesson!" Kage turned and started to fade.

"You can't…" whispered Kougen.

Kage turned and looked back, "What do you mean 'I can't'?"

"The damage to our body was done by a power derived from the holy beasts, any attempts by you to heal them, will not be nearly as effective as they would be if I were to heal them…" replied Kougen. He looked up with soft blue eyes.

"Why do you care if I am better or not?" growled the red angel. "You don't think I'm right!"

"We share a body, it will serve neither of us if we are destroyed," said the white angel. He sighed, "I don't want to die."

Kage smirked. "Of course you don't…so pure and so afraid…go, I will monitor from here, any funny business and I will make your possession most unpleasant."

"Yes, brother…" whispered Kougen and he walked past Kage and disappeared.

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"He's awake…" whispered the woman. She looked at Wizardmon.

"What happened…?" whispered the boy quietly.

"We aren't sure," replied Wizardmon the wizard moved towards the boy. "We found you in the desert, a few miles from Digger's Gulch. You were burned."

"Imperialdramon," whispered the boy. "I was attacked by Imperialdramon."

"Dear…" the female had moved forward.

"You are a Witchmon," said the boy. He looked back and forth between the two figures in front of him. "I must heal myself." He winced. Something was wrong. "Darkness, so much darkness…"

The two mystics looked at each other. The boy had perplexed them earlier but this was far out of left field. Wizardmon laid his hand on the child's chest, "What darkness?"

"No time…" the child closed his eyes. Wizardmon and Witchmon looked in surprise as a soft light filled the boy. The blood receded; the bruises faded even the feathers fluffed up and re-grew. The burns faded and the toga became pristine. "Must go to the darkness, I have to face it!" The child tried to stand. His body, though healed still was in pain and he nearly fell forward, had Wizardmon not caught him the child would have fallen.

"You're not facing anything!" said the two digimon as they restrained the child.

"No, you must fight them, they will not impede our will!" shouted Kage's voice in the child's head.

"They mean us no harm," replied Kougen mentally. "They only have goodwill in their hearts…"

"Kill them!" growled the child through his lips. The couple jumped back in surprise. The change in the child was almost physical. The frantic movements of his body changed to smooth even ones. His eyes which had been confused and almost frightened were now cold and collected. "Let me be…" growled the child.

"You are in no con…ARGH!" Wizardmon felt a burst of aggressive energy rip through his body. The blue clothed wizard dropped to his knees and then to his face.

"I said 'let me be'!" said the child and he looked up at the witch. The boy stood and his eyes bore a hole through the witch. "Are you going to impede me as well?"

"No…" whispered the witch quietly as she looked down at the wizard. "Why…?"

"I warned him, he did not take the warning seriously," said the boy as he walked past the woman slowly and stiffly. "It's his fault."

"But he was only trying to help you…" Witchmon looked forward.

"You will find that only the weak need help," said the boy. He unfurled his twelve wings, "I, woman, am not weak. His lesson will teach him that."

Witchmon knelt down next to Wizardmon. The wizard was badly injured, both on his chest and on his back. The boy walked out of the door and glided off.

"Wizardmon are you ok?" asked Witchmon.

"I feel…" the wizard turned and looked at the woman. There was a pained gasp. She looked in horror as the wizard's data started to fade.

"The child…" Witchmon looked up and growled. She walked out of the house. He hadn't glided far. She lifted her claws. "Baru Luna…" She lowered her claws. "No…Wizardmon wouldn't want it…"

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Lucemon looked over himself, "You did a good job, Kougen."

"Don't thank me," Lucemon growled in Kougen's manner.

"Stop speaking out loud," replied Lucemon to himself.

"You are a monster, you killed him," grumbled Lucemon. "He meant us no harm, and you killed him and tried to act like you hadn't, she was going to strike us in the back…"

"I noticed," smirked Lucemon quietly. "She knew better in the end though…"

"You're proud of it aren't you?" growled Kougen's mannerisms.

"Now we haven't time to worry about that," replied Lucemon the angel closed his eyes. He pushed Kougen down a little in his mind. "You feel the darkness it too?"

"Yes, a darkness is pervading in the northern mountains in the southern quadrant, over looking the Zip Sea," whispered Kougen's voice. "I remember this darkness, no darknesses. Three of them, two I know…"

"They are too powerful together," growled Lucemon. He blinked. "We must have the Gospel, or an army…I must return to Chuuten City to gather reinforcements!"

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RhodoKnightmon looked at the walls and let her eyes trail up to the high domed roof and then down to the tapestry depicting the four holy beasts and their battles with some shadow form beast. One of the wall hangings showed four figures standing with little balls of light in their hands a fifth figure stood in the center of the four and had a dark bubble in his hands. The four holy beasts, in the next tapestry, were sending out their power and a portion of the shadow took a form. RhodoKnightmon recognized it as Apocalymon. The next tapestry showed five large digimon looming in the background as Apocalymon was driven behind a wall of fire. The final tapestry showed hundreds of shadowy goblins being sucked into the black circle on one of the children's chest.

"I have been here nearly four days, and m'lord is still absent," yawned RhodoKnightmon.

"You would not doubt thine master would, thee?" asked a familiar, male voice. RhodoKnightmon nearly jumped from her armor and turned. His form fitting, grey, metallic armor sparkled in the light that leaked through the window. A red cloak was wrapped around his shoulders. "Why are thoust here, m'lady?"

"I have come to report to Lord Lucemon, Medieval Dukemon," said the pink warrior defensively. "Why have you returned from your assignment!?"

"I have come to tell, Lord Lucemon that I have finished my search," replied the knight as he laid his staff length battle axe against the wall. The grey armored knight caught an intrigued glance from RhodoKnightmon. "Doest something bother you?"

"No, of course not!" said the pink knight defensively. "I won't let that overgrown tin can take credit for my work!"

"I see…" Medieval Dukemon turned to the large doors that constituted the entrance of the throne.

Suddenly the door slammed open. A very distraught looking angel flew through the opening; light streaming around his humanoid figure, and though his face was obscured by shadow; his sapphire eyes burned with a cold flame and cut the darkness around his face.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE!?" shouted the boy. He turned and glared at the two knights. The nerves in their skin burned with intense pain and the two were sent to their knees before their angelic lord. "That was just a warning scruff on the neck, compared to what will happen if you neither of you cough up the Gospel of the Fallen Angel."

"My lord, you seem, perturbed," Medieval Dukemon glanced weakly up at the angel in front of him. "May, may I ask why?"

"It is not your place to be asking me what I am worried about!" Lucemon drew his face in close to the knight's helmet. "Now tell me, something I want to know…Why…are…you…here?"

"I have come to report that I have…finished my search…" The knight winced as a slightly stronger jolt of pain shot through is nerves. "And we…I have not found the text…"

"I see…" Lucemon looked at Medieval Dukemon. His eyes narrowed angrily.

"My lord, please…" Medieval Dukemon winced as a third pulse ripped through his body.

"I send the four most powerful digimon out to search for a book! A BOOK!" bursts of lightning flickered in the angel's eyes. "I DO NOT EXPECT THEM TO COME UP EMPTY HANDED!"

Medieval Dukemon grasped his throat and fell backwards. Lucemon's eyes shot up to RhodoKnightmon. The pink warrior winced, not from pain but from the sheer force of the anger that washed forward from the angel.

"Lord Lucemon…" RhodoKnightmon gulped softly.

"You best not have disappointed me, RhodoKnightmon," said the angel calmly. He looked at the twitching Medieval Dukemon. "I do so dislike being disappointed…"

"I-I…" RhodoKnightmon was shivering, and thusly clanking her armor. She felt like a rookie in the face of Lord Lucemon. "I found the…the…Gospel of the Fallen Angel…"

An evil smile cut across Lucemon's lips. "I see. Let me see it!"

"My lord," RhodoKnightmon looked up, "I was to believe there is a…reward…"

Lucemon's eyes shifted suddenly. His face became grave. "Oh, RhodoKnightmon, I am a bit disappointed. Don't you realize? The reward is that you'll be allowed to live, for if you had not had the book I would have reformatted you and your metal chum into something far more useful. Now if you would….hand….the book…over NOW!"

RhodoKnightmon was forced backward by an unseen barrier. Her body was numb and her fingers clumsily enclosed around the book that was bound to her arm. She gently drew it from the bindings and lifted it weakly into the air. "Here, is the text that you sent us questing for…."

"Yes…" hissed Lucemon happily as his hands hungrily gripped the leather bound text. His fingers played over the golden lettering and he let out a soft moan of pleasure as he slid his nimble fingers up the book's spine.

The pain that enveloped RhodoKnightmon disappeared. She had almost instantly recuperated. She sat up and saw that Medieval Dukemon was also sitting up lightly testing his arms and legs and feeling his neck for damage.

"Are you pleased with my finding?" RhodoKnightmon asked as she lifted herself to her feet.

"Do not fish for compliments, RhodoKnightmon, but I must admit, there is some pleasure from being reunited with this text," Lucemon looked at the book. His eyes shot up over the top of the leather book cover. "You must go for Dynasmon and Alforce Veedramon. We have things to attend to, now that your quest is done." Medieval Dukemon and RhodoKnightmon looked at each other. Medieval Dukemon stood and looked at the angelic child. Lucemon snapped his eyes up, "Are you deaf? I said, 'Go.' Do not disappoint me again, Medieval Dukemon, I fear you won't survive the experience."

The grey and crimson knight nodded and turned and snatched up his axe and walked from the throne room.

"My lord, I am glad you have your text back…" RhodoKnightmon bowed.

"Do not make thin my patience," said Lucemon. "Go, you can show your pleasure with action." The pink knight bowed and turned on her heals and glided off. The angel smiled and hugged his book softly. "Oh my Gospel, I have my Gospel. I will soon be strong enough to take over both worlds and bring my utopia to all, even if those goodie goodies try to stop me; but first…I must deal with a certain insurgence in the mountains overlooking the Zip Sea."

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Sumi walked through the village. It was one of those little fishing villages alongside a lake. She looked dismally down at her D-3. The map still reluctantly showed the destined digimon to be in the village.

"Come on," growled the child as she turned and looked in one of the huts. A pile of Gekomon were giggling insanely and hiccupping. "Where is it?"

"Maybe your device is broken," chirped Otamamon cheerfully.

"How can you be so cheerful in this dreary place?" asked Sumi as she looked around.

"Oh I don't know there seems to be something in the air," chirped Otamamon as he giggled a little.

"Uh…huh," Sumi bit her lip. She looked up; there was a little restaurant up ahead. It had a palm branch roof and bamboo siding. "Let's try in there."

"Ok," chirped Otamamon.

"Do you have to be so happy all the time?" asked Sumi with a little growl.

"I can't help it, like I said, 'something in the air.'" Otamamon giggled. He hopped playfully in front of Sumi.

The girl reached the door of the restaurant and slid the grass read door to the side and walked in. She saw him. A white seal was laid out in a chair giggling in fits. He gasped for air and turned to cough only to fall out of the chair with a plop and laugh all the harder. His red mane was mussed and his purple spots had bits of dirt on them.

"Gomamon…" sighed Sumi. She looked at the rookie with a little disappointment. "I had hoped for someone a little less, jesterly."

"Ah, come on…" giggled the seal. "Have some fun and let down your pretty mahogany hair!"

"Gomamon, Mr. Kido is probably wishing you were with him!" yelped the girl as the seal grabbed her dress and pulled her to the seat.

Otamamon started giggling uncontrollably. The tadpole was soon rolling on the floor as Gomamon tried to failingly juggle seat cushions.

"Come on guys we have to go!" shouted Sumi with aggravation.

"Oh…I don't think you'll want to go anywhere!" growled a beastly hissing voice from outside. A long purple and red serpent neck, soon followed by two more, the one on the right was golden; the other had a purple flip-flop marking on it, exploded into the restaurant. Five more heads, of varying degrees of metallicness, scaliness and toothliness, were visible flailing behind them as the front of the restaurant was shed. Steam shot out of its nose. "Alcohol Breath!" the steam showered the restaurant's innards.

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Lucemon has his book, and Sumi has found both Gomamon, and trouble…Will Lucemon take on this darkness? Or will the shadows escape him?