A/N: Bit short, but I'd forget to do it if I didn't do it now. Next time, we start Arc 3! Until then, here we go. Hope a question is answered. At least one. XD
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"What have you done, pi?"
Hikari stops laughing slowly and turns to the Digimon behind her. Plotmon doesn't stir under her arm. Piccolomon pointed his spear at her, pink body to her seeming like little more than a hovering slab of meat with fur. "Nothing too exciting," she tells him and he glares.
"You've killed them, haven't you, pi? You've killed the worlds' only hope!" He lunges, eyes maddened from fear, so much beautiful fear.
Hikari hums, giggles, and swings the back of her scythe into his side. "Careful," she singsongs. "If you die, there goes another piece of hope! And that would be rather problematic, I guess!"
He spins back to her. "The world needs them, pi!"
"You're the one assuming everyone is dead!" Plotmon begins to stir and Hikari chuckles. "You know as well as I do if they died that easily no one would be here and you would have been more useless than you are now."
The pixie pauses in its charge. "Who are you?"
"The Child of Light," Hikari replies without missing a beat.
Piccolomon snorts. "No, you definitely are not."
She shrugs. "And what difference does it make? Your demons are dying, are they not?"
Piccolomon's staff begins to spark. "Not all of them. You need to die."
Hikari chuckles and swings her blade under. It catches Piccolomon through the back and cuts. He barely gets a chance to breathe.
She sighs. "Oh it's a good thing you all are so expendable."
In distant points, seven lights begin to glow. On Hikari's chest, her own briefly glimmers.
"And oh we of the good shall remake this kingdom… and from it a new ruler will rise." She looks at Plotmon and takes to the air again. "But will they be Queen… or King?"