I don't own digimon or Heaven's Not Enough the English version is owned by Composer: Yoko Kanno Performer: Steve Conte
AN: Warning, innuendo abounds in this chapter. And this chapter is a bit of an experiment, so this chapter may seem a little, awkward.
Heaven's Not Enough
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"Wake up, Lord Lucemon," A clawed hand ran along the angel's cheek. His blue eyes flashed open. A smiling woman looked at. Her orange ears swiveled back and forth.
"Don't call me that," growled the angel quietly. "I am not a lord."
"Oh, but you are, don't you remember?" asked the woman quietly as she slid a claw down his cheek and along his neck and trailed it along his shoulder and up his arm.
Lucemon growled and moved forward. He found his work to be met with the resistance and jangling of chains. His hands were chained above his head and his feet were also chained to the wall. He moved to open his wings only to find them to be tied together and then tied to his body. Lucemon smirked, "If I am truly Lord Lucemon, as you say, then it was very unwise to just chain me down!" The angel closed his eyes and then launched forward.
The chains ran to their limits and jerked backward. Lucemon's eyes looked up in shock as streams of energy shot through the metallic bindings and coursed through his body.
"I figured you'd try something like that, to break the bindings that held you," said the female. "So I had the chains electrified."
"I see," the angel narrowed its eyes. Wafts of smoke trailed off his wings and his arms moved with a slight jerk.
"Oh, Lord Lucemon," the female slid her fingers softly under the angel's chin. "Do not be depressed. You will soon rise to your full power, and then we shall rule this world, no, we shall rule both worlds."
"I told you, I am not, Lord Lucemon, not anymore!" growled Lucemon as he turned his head from the soft caress of the woman's claws.
"You would rather be the pet of a measly human?" asked the female quietly, "instead of the lord and master of all the worlds, and to have myself as your consort?"
"I'm not interested in concubines, Bastemon," replied Lucemon with a tone of aggravation.
"Ah, you do remember some things," the feline drew in closer. Her lips ran right next to the angel's ear. "I'm flattered."
"You shouldn't be," replied Lucemon as he pulled away. "Your atrocities are known to many."
"My atrocities?" whispered Bastemon quietly as her ears swiveled slightly in thought. "Oh, my atrocities, well, not all see those things as atrocities."
"Yes, well, those who do not are weak of will," said Lucemon with a little annoyed sigh.
Bastemon growled slightly. "I bet you can sing."
Lucemon looked up in surprise at the spontaneity of the statement. "Why would it matter to you?"
"I just love song," said Bastemon quietly. She turned to the angel quietly. "I just was to believe you liked to sing, seeing as you are an angel…"
"Are you nuts?" yelped the angel quietly.
"No, I am not nuts, but you, on the other hand, are," said the woman as she walked away swishing her twin tails back and forth slowly. "You give up your one chance to reclaim that which you desired for so long, that which was denied you, by the founders, by the Digi-destined, by the humans, and by the digimon. You give up your chance to achieve utopia."
The angel narrowed his eyes. He growled softly. "Utopia…" he spat the word out. "Paradise, Heaven…all of those things are….are…."
"What?" the feline looked at the angel in the eyes. Hazel met soft sapphire. The angel growled and turned its head. The feline decided to press the issue. "Oh, but those things bring happiness to others, pleasure, oh yes much pleasure, peace and harmony. You can't tell me you wish to toss those things aside. You know deep down you want utopia, with every fiber of your being you pushed to gain it. You fought tooth and nail and now you are going to turn down your chance at heaven?" The feline woman walked forward. One of Bastemon's claws lifted up and touched Lucemon in the middle of the forehead. Something pulsed against the angel's skin and passed into his body.
A flash of murky crimson rose up from his soul. Lucemon shuddered. The shadow that had been pushed back, beaten down was rising. Its desires were strong and Bastemon was pushing its buttons, piquing its interests. Lucemon was trying to think of a way to push it down without going catatonic. He closed his eyes and growled, the only thing that came to his head was singing a song that was rattling around in his head. It had to be a spell. He growled softly. If she wanted him to sing; she was going to get it but she wouldn't be pleased though; he wasn't going to do it for her; no, he was doing it to restrain his other self.
"Heaven's not enough…" the angel's voice rang in an undulating and slow pattern as he tried to push back the accusations of Bastemon, to toss down the crimson force within himself. "If when you get there it's just another blue…" Bastemon looked up in surprise, Lucemon was actually singing.
A flash of emerald energy spiked in Lucemon's mind's eye as the crimson energy seeped upwards from his heart. He bit down hard and continued the slow serenade trying to force back the beast that was building its strength, "and heaven's not enough; you think you found it and it loses you…" A dragon raged forward snarling, lavender flames rasping from its mouth as Lucemon's eyes tightened and his memory burned. His voice sped up slowly. "You've thought of all there is, but not enough, and it loses you in a cloud!"
Tears flashed from Lucemon's eyes. Bastemon fell back. Dark and Light energy were meshing, snaking around the angelic body. Two streams raised their heads and struck at each other.
A flicker of golden, streams of light filled the sky of Lucemon's mind. Lucemon's slow plodding voice sang faster, with more intent, "'There' most everything is nothing that it seems, 'where' you see the things you only want to see…" flashes of a dark angel looking at his light counterpart surged from his memory. The words rushed forward with conviction, "I'd fly away, to a higher plane, to say words I resist, to float away, to sigh," the small emerald boy floated in front of an insect, "to breathe….forget…."
Lucemon shook his head to clear his memory the crimson energy flashed upwards again trying to force those hated memories to resurface, "And heaven's not enough, if when I'm there, I don't remember you." A flash of Mark, standing behind him as he faced off against a dark feline, charged forward. His voice faltered in a soft sob but he continued in a slow rolling rhythm, "and heaven does enough, you think you know it and it uses you," the medallion, the virus, the Burgermon village flashed into his mind. Lucemon closed his eyes tightly, the tears squeezing free, "I saw so many things, but like a dream, it loses you in CLOUD!" the last word exploded into a sob.
The angel opened his blazing blue eyes. His voice changed singing fast and solid, "because I couldn't cry, because I turned away, couldn't see the score…" Lucemon's mind looked back to the burning remains of the Burgermon village. "Didn't know the pain of leaving yesterday, really far behind." The angel closed his eyes again, and he drooped his head slightly. His voice still rang forward in spastic bursts of song, "In another life, in another dream, by a different name, gave it all away, for a memory, and a quiet life," Lucemon's mind fell silently backwards as it remembered the beginning, the battle, the attempt to keep his order, the strike of golden energy against an evil text, "And I felt the face, of a cold tonight," Mark's weeping eyes, as the last of Lucemon faded into deletion, flickered in front of the angel, "still don't know the score, but I know the pain, of leaving everything far behind!" the being of light was in front of him now, her blazing, angry, accusing eyes drilled holes into him. Three strong bursts of song erupted from his throat, "and if I could cry, and if I could live, what truth I did then take me there…" The chains sloughed to dust around the angel. Lucemon walked forward slowly. He lifted his head and his shining sapphire eyes looked at Bastemon, "heaven goodbye…."
"Stay where you are!" shouted Bastemon loudly. She lifted her claws.
"You hold no sway over me, anymore," said the angel quietly. His ear wings flicked upward. "You have another one of the digi-destined here."
"You won't get her!" growled Bastemon. The angel put two fingers forward. A blue and gold burst formed on the fingertips and flashed forward. It was surprisingly strong and forced Bastemon to the ground. The angel took to the air and started to make a move for a window when suddenly two streams of red swept around the angel.
Lucemon's flesh burned as the ribbons cut into the skin. Lucemon screamed as the ribbons slammed Lucemon to the ground. The angel struggled but whatever power the creature had possessed had fled him. Bastemon walked forward and then snagged the angel by the ear wings, "Maybe I shouldn't have you sing anymore…mmm?"
"Can't…hold me…I won't…be manipulated," hissed Lucemon quietly. "You will not make him come back, his time is over!"
Bastemon lowered her lips to Lucemon's ears. "Lord Lucemon," she purred in the angel's ear, "don't resist, hurting you is not the plan, that is, unless you want me to hurt you."
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Michelle lifted her head. "Someone is here."
"Don't worry I'll get him, this time!" growled Labramon.
"No…" said Michelle in a cold voice. "No, not him, someone else is in the castle, a digi-destined, or a destined digimon," Her stark, almost empty, eyes looked up to where her crest was hanging. The crest flickered weakly in the shadows of the room. "I don't know if it is good or if it is bad."
"Michelle?" Labramon looked at the child who sat in front of her with its back to her. "Please, Michelle."
"Shadows and daylight," whispered Michelle quietly. Her back leaned against the chair, "together, in view of each other."
"Michelle we have to get out of here?" Labramon struggled against her chains. "You aren't tightly bound, you can get untied! Hurry before he gets back!"
"Why? There is nothing outside that is not here, we are fed, we are allowed to sleep," the girl turned her head to Labramon. A shadow fell over her face. "I like the darkness, it's comforting. It let's me forget."
"Michelle," Labramon slumped down the chains jangled slightly. "Please, don't give up…"
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"My lady?" a figure stepped from the shadows and looked at Bastemon as she tussled with the rebellious angel on the ground. He lifted an interested eyebrow at the snarling Bastemon. The angel was grunting and wiggling and trying to bat the feline woman's arms and hands away. "I am sorry, if I am interrupting an attempt to persuade our guest…"
"Do shut up!" growled the feline as she grappled with the wiggling angel. "Help me restrain him; he's being more resilient than I believed."
The angel looked up, "Him? Why is he working with you?" growled Lucemon loudly as he pulled his hand free and pushed against Bastemon's face.
"Silence," A metallic blade slid from its sheath and glowed blood red. A stream of red energy flashed forward. Bastemon scrambled backward as the stream encircled Lucemon. The angel seized up and twisted against the red aura that covered him.
"You can't do this!" the angel yowled as he dropped onto his back writhing against the red energy. "If you…" Lucemon's eyes glazed over and his head fell to one side.
"You idiot what did you do?" shouted Bastemon as she leapt at the figure. The male digimon lifted the flat of his sword deflecting the angry claws of the feline and pushed Bastemon away from him sending her staggering to the ground.
"Do not worry, he is not dead, his spirit energy has just been consumed a bit, it will restore eventually," replied the figure quietly. He looked at the angel. "This creature has a dual existence; I can sense the darkness and the light within it, interesting."
"Well he is mine so leave him alone from now on! I don't take kindly to you breaking my toys!" growled Bastemon loudly as she stood up.
The figure took a step forward. His hand slid under Bastemon's chin, "I was your…toy…once…"
The hazel eyes of the feline seemed to melt a little from the touch and Bastemon slumped slightly at the knees. The figure then took a step back and turned letting his coal black wings unfurl slightly, giving the effect of a cape billowing out behind him and he disappeared back into the shadows.
After the figure had departed, Bastemon growled and then turned to the unconscious Lucemon, picked him up and then walked him to the wall to put him on another set of chains and cables.
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"We should have went back…" said Steven quietly as he trudged along at trail.
"We couldn't find our tracks," reminded the lizard, "it was like the forest gobbled up what ever attempts we made at finding our way back."
"Yeah," whispered Steven quietly. "I just wish I could get back to my brother, he's all alone."
"He's not alone, he has Lucemon with him," said Ryuudamon quietly. Steven looked at the armored lizard with a 'that's what I mean' look and sighed.
The lizard looked forward and then looked back to his partner. "Steven, Lucemon is a very capable digimon…"
"I know how capable he is, that mural was pretty well made," replied Steven with a little snort.
"That's not what I mean, Lucemon has given his life for Mark, that is even something I have yet to do," explained Ryuudamon.
"And how many times has he tried to kill my brother?" growled Steven. His hands were digging deeper into his pockets.
"I am sure Lucemon would never, knowingly try to kill your brother," whispered Ryuudamon. "If you remember, the first time was a virus…and even then Lucemon stepped in to protect Mark."
Steven chuffed loudly. "It's always someone else's fault. Just like with Amy, her wandering off was our fault!"
"Honestly, she was not completely wrong; you two did treat her very…" Ryuudamon looked up. Steven was growling under his breath.
"If she'd just grow up, and not be so whiney and in the way," growled Steven as he walked forward.
"Not everyone can hide their emotions in a pit…" whispered Ryuudamon.
"I don't…" Steven growls turned incomprehensible mutters.
"A village is up ahead," said Ryuudamon. Little thatched roofs were ahead of them. Smoke dangled from the house coverings. "Maybe they'll have seen someone."
"Yeah," grumbled Steven as he walked forward.
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The village was quite a bustling place. The gear like, Hagurumon were hovering around carrying fruit and vegetables. Red and black, dragon-like digimon were walking around carrying sticks and meat; these were the Guilmon as Ryuudamon pointed out. A few Gotsumon were wandering around to.
"Looks like they are doing some sort of celebration…" whispered Ryuudamon. One of the gears hovered towards them.
"We're doing as our queen has asked," said the gear, "we're having a large party."
"Queen?" Ryuudamon looked up at the gear in surprise.
"Yep, our new queen, she's going to help us revive our master, Majiramon," said the gear.
"How is she going to do that?" growled Steven. "Sing?"
"Why would she sing?" asked the flabbergasted digimon. "No, she's going to get us a sacrifice…"
"Sacrifice, what kind of sacrifice…?" Steven looked at the gear inquisitively.
"Never you mind!" Steven closed his eyes and winced hard at the sound of the voice behind him.
"Ryuudamon, don't tell me it's her," whispered Steven to the, black armored lizard.
"I think I should be silent then," replied Ryuudamon.
"Why me? Why this village? Of all the dang places in this stupid world…." Steven started to grumble.
He turned slightly. He winced again as he saw in front of him, a hazel eyed girl, in a red mini-skirt. She had dark brown, almost black, hair. A pink top accompanied the red mini-skirt. Her build was slim but not scrawny. A plump, lavender penguin stood next to her in a yellow sun had and a yellow dress, the bird digimon didn't seem very happy with the attire but stood quietly to the girl's side.
"So, whatcha do, chase off everyone else?" the girl growled loudly.
"No…Brendan went looking for you," growled Steven. "Because of your stupidity he went off and then we had to go looking for him, leaving my brother back at the camp, now I can't find my way back!"
"It's not my fault!" shouted the girl back.
"Amy, you left!" Steven yelled back. "You can be such an idiot!"
"I'm not an IDIOT!" shouted Amy loudly.
"Then why do you act like one?" retorted Steven. Amy scowled and narrowed her eyes.
"I am not stupid, you boys are such…jerks!" shouted Amy. Her fists were clenched to her side. She was glaring at the blonde haired boy.
"We weren't the ones to wander off like a child," grumbled Steven.
"I am a CHILD! In case you hadn't noticed, you are one too!" shouted Amy.
"Just because I am one, doesn't mean I have to be immature like one," returned Steven.
"Are you calling me IMMATURE?" Amy yelped.
Penguinmon looked to Ryuudamon and Ryuudamon looked at Penguinmon, the two of them sighed and looked to the ground shaking their heads.
"You are immature," shouted Steven. He put his hands up and let his hands hang weak wristedly, "here, I'll show you. This is you, 'Oh no, I complain all day long, blah blah blah, waah waah, waah…'"
Amy narrowed her eyes. "Fine, if you think you can be a jerk to me, then you have another thing coming."
"What are you going to do? Put me in jail?" sneered Steven.
"As a matter of fact…" Amy looked around her and a group of Guilmon was standing next to her.
"Oh come on…" Steven narrowed his eyes.
"Take them away!" shouted Amy loudly. "Take them and put them in a jail cell! Throw away the key!"
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AN: Well, this is the first time I've tried to put a song fic thingy in a story, so this chapter was a bit of an experiment, I don't think we'll be trying that much in the future though…yeah… I hope this chapter was passable. Yes there is a bit of innuendo as well.
Mainly during the singing, Lucemon is having flash backs, from Fall of Harmony, and then from earlier chapters of this story.
Dark Qiviut: Yeah I noticed it was a milestone, but I'm not one to do anniversaries or things, so just a regular chapter to me. You could say there was a wee bit of agitation, especially in the Michelle area of the digi-destined universe.