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Chapter 4: Dire Wedding
Myotismon waited impatiently for the final 20 minutes of separation from his bride to be over. Of course, to his ever-faithful lieutenant, Phantomon, that was a good 10 years, but someone had to train and look after Lady Hikari, no?? After the final 20 minutes had passed, Myotismon quickly opened up a portal to the Digital World, finding in this action an enjoyment which he had never felt before.
A few short seconds later, he was that much closer to union with his bride. "Oh, Master Myotismon, I thought you would never come to get her!!!! Raising her to be your bride has been quite...interesting," Phantomon greeted his master, clearly relieved that he had finally arrived.
"Oh, do cut it out!!! I'm not here for YOU, you pandering simp-I'm here for my blushing bride," Myotismon huffed, waving his right hand in a none-too-subtle dismissive gesture; Phantomon observed that Myotismon had never been one for the subtle approach.
"And now, without further ado, I present...your bride," Phantomon purred, bowing deeply as Lady Hikari exited her chambers. Myotismon had expected her to be a stunning sight, but even he had not prepared himself for what the innocent little girl of eight had grown up to become in ten years' time. Long brown hair cascaded down her slender shoulders, which proceeded seamlessly into smooth, ivory arms and the most ladylike hands Myotismon would ever have the pleasure of kissing. Meanwhile, his eyes were diverted to her ample bosom, and went right down the hourglass curves of her waist to admire those two alabaster legs that would shame the columns of the Parthenon with their beauty. All of this beauty was encased in a white wedding dress and obsidian high-heeled shoes-that last part had been Phantomon's touch, proving that he was good for something...
"You have done well, Phantomon. Now, let us get on with our wedding-my bride and I wish to be together sans you! Isn't that right, my little blood droplet??" Myotismon smiled at his bride, bringing his right arm around her waist.
"I couldn't have said it better myself, my lord," Hikari breathed out; Myotismon could not help but shudder with pleasure every time she called him "my lord."
"Master, you might like to know that I brought a few...guests here as a diplomatic gesture," Phantomon told Myotismon matter-of-factly, gesturing to his left towards three individuals that Myotismon had never seen before in his life. On the left sat a puppet with his strings, wearing overalls and carrying a mean-looking two-handed hammer; to the puppet's right hunkered a massive mechanical dragon, with one of his claws replaced by a rather large cannon and with two more cannons on his back; to the dragon's right sat a man with his face in black-and-white clown make-up and his bright orange hair in a ponytail dressed in blue pants, brown shoes, and a poofy red shirt carrying two sheathed swords on his back. "And who might you three be???" Myotismon demanded, angry at Phantomon's having gone over his head about his plans for a solitary wedding.
"I am Piedmon, leader of the Dark Masters, Lord of Spiral Mountain, and Apocalymon's representative in the Digital World. The large fellow to my left is Machinedramon, Master of All Technology and Tyrant of Nirvana. The puppet is, as you might have guessed, Puppetmon, King of Tricksters and Keeper of the Obsidian Forest. There is one more of our number- MetalSeadramon, Grand Admiral of the Digital World and Kaiser of the Seas- who, due to physical restrictions, could not join us on this happy day, but he sends his regards. I am quite familiar with you, Myotismon, for your regent has told us much of your prowess," Piedmon rambled, deliberately ignoring Myotismon's clear annoyance with said rambling.
"Well, do try to keep quiet during the ceremony-Hikari has waited a long time for this," Myotismon growled, clenching his fists from being barely able to control his anger.
"Affirmative, Myotismon-we will ensure that the dim-witted man-child to my left does not disrupt the orderly procession of your matrimony," Machinedramon replied, stomping the ground near Puppetmon in order to make his point.
"All right, then, let's do this, shall we???" Phantomon smiled, starting into a 2-hour sermon he had prepared over the last five years just for this. The sermon dwelt on Myotismon's favorite theme: himself. The sermon was basically an attempt by Phantomon to paint Myotismon as Azulongmon's gift to the two worlds-and the femmes thereof, in particular. Though Puppetmon fell asleep several times during this sermon and began to snort loudly, Machinedramon was as good as his word and put an and to any such nonsense. Finally, after the 2 hours had passed, Phantomon reached the part that Myotismon had waited for for what seemed like an eternity: "Do you, Myotismon, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part??"
"I do," Myotismon replied, barely able to contain the passion within him.
"And do you, Kamiya Hikari, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part???" Phantomon asked Hikari, although he was all but sure of her answer.
"I do," Hikari replied, equally excited by the imminent union of two souls.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," Phantomon concluded, backing up to give Myotismon room for the dramatic dip he made while kissing his bride. After what would have been an excessive amount of time for anyone else, but seemed just right for Myotismon, the two lovers drew out of the kiss.
"And now, my dear, our pact is sealed for all eternity. Merely tell me what it is that you want, and I shall give it to you," Myotismon beamed upon his bride.
"You know what it is I want, Master: to rule the people of Earth by your side," Hikari replied, at the height of a passion that was a heady mix of lust for power and lust for the groom.
"Then you may consider it yours," Myotismon purred into Hikari's ear, still overjoyed by the events of the past few hours.
"May I take that as an order to ready our forces to leave for Earth under the command of you and your bride tomorrow morning???" Phantomon asked sycophantically, always eager to please his master.
"Yes, indeed," Myotismon growled, breaking down a few seconds thereafter into Maniacal Villainous Laughter©. After he calmed down, he thought for a moment just how incredibly lucky he had been: here he stood, on the verge of conquering Earth, with the one woman who could render his unstoppable by his side. There was just one problem: the Digi-Destined waited for him still, but Myotismon knew that, soon enough, they would be buried in unmarked graves...or perhaps even join the Eighth Child in eternal service to him...
Chapter 4: Dire Wedding
Myotismon waited impatiently for the final 20 minutes of separation from his bride to be over. Of course, to his ever-faithful lieutenant, Phantomon, that was a good 10 years, but someone had to train and look after Lady Hikari, no?? After the final 20 minutes had passed, Myotismon quickly opened up a portal to the Digital World, finding in this action an enjoyment which he had never felt before.
A few short seconds later, he was that much closer to union with his bride. "Oh, Master Myotismon, I thought you would never come to get her!!!! Raising her to be your bride has been quite...interesting," Phantomon greeted his master, clearly relieved that he had finally arrived.
"Oh, do cut it out!!! I'm not here for YOU, you pandering simp-I'm here for my blushing bride," Myotismon huffed, waving his right hand in a none-too-subtle dismissive gesture; Phantomon observed that Myotismon had never been one for the subtle approach.
"And now, without further ado, I present...your bride," Phantomon purred, bowing deeply as Lady Hikari exited her chambers. Myotismon had expected her to be a stunning sight, but even he had not prepared himself for what the innocent little girl of eight had grown up to become in ten years' time. Long brown hair cascaded down her slender shoulders, which proceeded seamlessly into smooth, ivory arms and the most ladylike hands Myotismon would ever have the pleasure of kissing. Meanwhile, his eyes were diverted to her ample bosom, and went right down the hourglass curves of her waist to admire those two alabaster legs that would shame the columns of the Parthenon with their beauty. All of this beauty was encased in a white wedding dress and obsidian high-heeled shoes-that last part had been Phantomon's touch, proving that he was good for something...
"You have done well, Phantomon. Now, let us get on with our wedding-my bride and I wish to be together sans you! Isn't that right, my little blood droplet??" Myotismon smiled at his bride, bringing his right arm around her waist.
"I couldn't have said it better myself, my lord," Hikari breathed out; Myotismon could not help but shudder with pleasure every time she called him "my lord."
"Master, you might like to know that I brought a few...guests here as a diplomatic gesture," Phantomon told Myotismon matter-of-factly, gesturing to his left towards three individuals that Myotismon had never seen before in his life. On the left sat a puppet with his strings, wearing overalls and carrying a mean-looking two-handed hammer; to the puppet's right hunkered a massive mechanical dragon, with one of his claws replaced by a rather large cannon and with two more cannons on his back; to the dragon's right sat a man with his face in black-and-white clown make-up and his bright orange hair in a ponytail dressed in blue pants, brown shoes, and a poofy red shirt carrying two sheathed swords on his back. "And who might you three be???" Myotismon demanded, angry at Phantomon's having gone over his head about his plans for a solitary wedding.
"I am Piedmon, leader of the Dark Masters, Lord of Spiral Mountain, and Apocalymon's representative in the Digital World. The large fellow to my left is Machinedramon, Master of All Technology and Tyrant of Nirvana. The puppet is, as you might have guessed, Puppetmon, King of Tricksters and Keeper of the Obsidian Forest. There is one more of our number- MetalSeadramon, Grand Admiral of the Digital World and Kaiser of the Seas- who, due to physical restrictions, could not join us on this happy day, but he sends his regards. I am quite familiar with you, Myotismon, for your regent has told us much of your prowess," Piedmon rambled, deliberately ignoring Myotismon's clear annoyance with said rambling.
"Well, do try to keep quiet during the ceremony-Hikari has waited a long time for this," Myotismon growled, clenching his fists from being barely able to control his anger.
"Affirmative, Myotismon-we will ensure that the dim-witted man-child to my left does not disrupt the orderly procession of your matrimony," Machinedramon replied, stomping the ground near Puppetmon in order to make his point.
"All right, then, let's do this, shall we???" Phantomon smiled, starting into a 2-hour sermon he had prepared over the last five years just for this. The sermon dwelt on Myotismon's favorite theme: himself. The sermon was basically an attempt by Phantomon to paint Myotismon as Azulongmon's gift to the two worlds-and the femmes thereof, in particular. Though Puppetmon fell asleep several times during this sermon and began to snort loudly, Machinedramon was as good as his word and put an and to any such nonsense. Finally, after the 2 hours had passed, Phantomon reached the part that Myotismon had waited for for what seemed like an eternity: "Do you, Myotismon, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part??"
"I do," Myotismon replied, barely able to contain the passion within him.
"And do you, Kamiya Hikari, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part???" Phantomon asked Hikari, although he was all but sure of her answer.
"I do," Hikari replied, equally excited by the imminent union of two souls.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," Phantomon concluded, backing up to give Myotismon room for the dramatic dip he made while kissing his bride. After what would have been an excessive amount of time for anyone else, but seemed just right for Myotismon, the two lovers drew out of the kiss.
"And now, my dear, our pact is sealed for all eternity. Merely tell me what it is that you want, and I shall give it to you," Myotismon beamed upon his bride.
"You know what it is I want, Master: to rule the people of Earth by your side," Hikari replied, at the height of a passion that was a heady mix of lust for power and lust for the groom.
"Then you may consider it yours," Myotismon purred into Hikari's ear, still overjoyed by the events of the past few hours.
"May I take that as an order to ready our forces to leave for Earth under the command of you and your bride tomorrow morning???" Phantomon asked sycophantically, always eager to please his master.
"Yes, indeed," Myotismon growled, breaking down a few seconds thereafter into Maniacal Villainous Laughter©. After he calmed down, he thought for a moment just how incredibly lucky he had been: here he stood, on the verge of conquering Earth, with the one woman who could render his unstoppable by his side. There was just one problem: the Digi-Destined waited for him still, but Myotismon knew that, soon enough, they would be buried in unmarked graves...or perhaps even join the Eighth Child in eternal service to him...
