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Story 5

Revisited: Things Get Better

Ophanimon Falldown Mode does not understand why they've awakened back on this side. If anything, such summonings should be a bad omen for an ender of conflicts. But why didn't it feel that way?

"Scanning…" it robotically announces, examining the surrounding area. An urban zone, buildings and green spaces galore. Perfect for the creation of organic, non-digital life. Sort that would one day rise up and get their own little digital monster, the cycle repeating once more

But the building Ophanimon Falldown Mode has their focus on was a small church. Relatively well-built and sturdy, more than enough to hold her weight "Scan complete."

It was certain they were based on some kind of religion to some extent. But such knowledge had been purged so long ago that they couldn't remember which one exactly. Probably one where giant armored women were common.

It wasn't sure why, but they made a beeline towards the church. They should be a complete blank slate - the result of the perfect conditions they were supposed to be kept in. No information gained, no information lost. It should not have any memories - no feelings outside of the burning rage to just consume all that dared to oppose the light and all that fell under its banner. This felt like something different though. A feeling familiar, thought long forgotten. Echoing about within their head, silence made a luxury at that moment. So it stopped listening. Nothing good could come from listening to that nagging feeling.

At the church, the armored angel came to a stop. Gazing through the stained glass, what looked to be a man was waiting for someone at the altar. While it would assume to be a woman they were waiting for, something told it that this was somehow not the case. Why they were able to be so certain of that possibility annoyed th- The man's focus was moving.

"Ophani?" the man announces, gaze meeting that of Ophanimon Falldown Mode. Pausing for a brief moment, it moves away from the glass. Memories meant nothing to them. Just a reminder of material things

Their eyes slid shut. The man is a young boy now. He's kicking about his sister's dolls. They're all dressed in makeshift outfits meant to evoke that of a 'magical girl'. Not that it knows exactly what qualifies as a magical girl in the first place. Do they always need to be girls or is that just a suggestion? Did the outfits need to be colorful and girly, or just a general dress would do here?

"Stop that!" his sister screeches, her cries going on deaf ears. It doesn't see a problem in any of this. If she really wanted her brother to stop, she should've intervened. But no, they went to mom to snitch. Because of course they did. The woman makes her entrance and the battle is over. Good triumphing over evil. Yadda yadda yadda.

The scene starts again, yet something is different. Both the boy and girl are older. But why does the boy look so sad? Why are their cuts on their arms? Better yet, why is it thinking about those sorts of questions? Their job was to purge the darkness and make sure the light had a place. Not asking questions that could get in the way of whatever mission they were on at the moment.

Eyes opening up, it found they were still staring through the glass. The man's gaze shifts away, but it continued to look at them. For this occasion, they were dressed in a white suit with lace decorating the top. As for footwear, that looked to be a set of white shoes. Fancy ones you would rent out for an event. What appeared to be a priest had taken the position at the altar. But there was now another man standing besidef the initial one.

Unlike his companion, he was dressed in a suit and had a funny looking mask over his eyes and a hat on his head. A ring could be made out on his finger. So it focused back on the other man. Lo and behold, he too had a ring.

"Observing…" it chimes, robotic tone echoing into the building. For the moment, they watch through the glass. A handful of people did notice them. But they were given little mind and it was fine. It didn't really pay attention to them either. Even as the pretty flowers were thrown up into the air.

Afterwards, the people within the church scattered. Where they went didn't matter. It would just he-

"Ophani!"

Or would've, had someone not wrapped their arms around one of their legs. Looking down, she finds the man. Pretty easy to reduce him

"It's me! Steve!" the man shouts, Ophanimon Falldown Mode looking down at him. While that name sounded familiar, it couldn't place where. Yet the longer they stare, the more familiar that this person becomes. "I'm your partner! We used to play around after school whenever it was nice!"

His words ring out, tears rolling down Ophani's face. Bending down, Steve lets go of their leg. Instead, he carefully goes for a hug around the torso. Their partner does the same, but not before eyeing up the other man.

"Husband?" they inquire, the man nodding and grabbing hold of Steve's hand. Both their rings shined brightly in the sunset.

"Yeah." the other man remarks, entering the hug. Ophani doesn't mind, though. They can get used to sharing. It's better that way. For both Steve and her.

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"Hmmmph." Beelzemon muttered, flinging the scrapbook away. He didn't understand why this thing needed to fill him in like that. Better yet, what the fuck was that tune playing in the background? Catchy sure, it just didn't fit. Maybe one of those eighties death metal albums. The ones with the creepy looking people all dressed. "So they're married now. Good for them. I still don't see why you need to be the one babysitting me."

Ophani's lenses shifted color slightly, almost looking more red than normal. If that was even possible. Probably was.

"Family now." the fallen angel digimon cooed, looking down upon the biker. Tempting as it was to press him close to her chest for a hug, that would result in the destruction of Beelzemon. Steve would not like any of that. Neither would Keith. Yeah, he definitely wouldn't be all too happy. She doubted he would be anyway when he heard the list of crimes that his partner had committed. "Look past misdeeds."

Beelzemon looked away, muttering something under his breath. She most definitely knew. This was bad. Even if the other members of the gang did eventually find him, what was the point? You had a being raised from the fires of the darkest parts of the digital world - stripped to the core of everything that made an Ophanimon an Ophanimon and then let loose on the enemies of the light. Enemies like him.

"Play this cool." he thought and looked about the yard. He just needed one little opportunity. Anything after that would need to be thought up on the fly. "What do you like to do in your free time, Ophani?"

Ophani looked towards the house. Currently, Steve was hard at work baking cookies. Nothing her size, but just right for their spouse. They seemed like a nice person. Their building logo was a nice big blade. She would kill for a smaller one. Figuratively. Not literally. Enough trouble was caused the last time that had been said.

"Making sure you don't get out." the angel digimon cooed and carefully cradled her companion within. This was going so well. Maybe next she could show him some of her favorite shows.

Notes:

This is actually one of my favorite entries in AWC. Mostly because Ophanimon Falldown Mode is such a fun digimon that got shafted in Tri's mess of a story. Like seriously, how the fuck is your answer to what a giant armored angel could do be throw into the other abomination digimon? No! You let her cause trouble and force Kari to actually confront these issues like the main character she is.

Sorry. I needed to get that out of my system.