Chapter 11: Doubts and Deceptions
Dianamon felt somewhat tense as she approached the imposing Castle of Cherubimon. The shadows of the late afternoon began to lengthen, casting an air of mystery and urgency over her mission. She had gone to the castle that evening with the firm intention of informing him about Ophanimon's kidnapping before he heard it from other sources, thus avoiding possible misunderstandings or hasty reactions. The cold evening wind brushed against her skin, intensifying her anxiety as she mentally rehearsed how she would present the conversation.
As she crossed the castle gates, the solemn and silent atmosphere enveloped her. The hallways were decorated with ancient tapestries that narrated stories of old battles and fallen heroes. Dianamon advanced with determination, her steps echoing on the polished marble. However, just as she began her meeting with Cherubimon, an imposing figure caused her to stop abruptly: Seraphimon. The angel's arrival forced her to hide.
Seraphimon, with his gleaming armor and celestial aura, appeared incongruous in that somber setting. His golden wings reflected the scant light filtering through the stained glass windows, creating a spectacle of lights and shadows that only heightened the tension of the moment. Without losing her composure, Dianamon remained silent, and once Seraphimon had left, she emerged from her hiding place and approached Cherubimon, who was watching her with a smile that failed to hide his concern.
"We almost got discovered... Anyway, where were we?" asked Cherubimon, trying to maintain a casual tone while his eyes reflected a contained anxiety.
"I came to tell you... well... what happened. But it seems Seraphimon beat me to it..." said Dianamon. Her voice trembled slightly as she tried to stay calm. The sudden appearance of Seraphimon had not only revealed what she was about to tell her friend but had also made her even more nervous.
Cherubimon nodded, his smile slowly fading as he adopted a more serious and attentive expression, trying to calm Dianamon.
"I understand... You came to explain the details of Ophanimon's kidnapping."
Dianamon took a deep breath before continuing. Her hands still trembled slightly as she recalled the information she had gathered.
"Yes, but no. I don't know the details of the battle because I didn't participate. All I know is that they entered the castle and took her away unconscious."
Cherubimon narrowed his eyes, reflecting on what he had heard.
"But... you know who they were, right?"
Dianamon nodded, her expression hardening as she listed the culprits.
"Yes: Mercurymon, Minervamon, Marsmon, and Apollomon volunteered. Mercurymon thought that they would be enough given the numerical advantage. But that information isn't relevant. I suppose you're wondering where Ophanimon is. And I think you should know," she said, watching as Cherubimon listened more intently, his eyes fixed on her, showing growing interest.
Dianamon paused, feeling the weight of the words she was about to say.
"She is being held prisoner in Hell's Field."
The name of the place echoed in the great hall, filling it with an even denser silence. Cherubimon frowned, recalling the place that had fallen into disuse a long time ago.
"Hell's Field hadn't been used as a prison for a long time. In truth, it was predictable. You have no other place at your disposal to hide her."
Dianamon nodded, knowing he was right. Hell's Field was an inhospitable and almost forgotten place, perfect for hiding someone as important as Ophanimon. The conversation continued, but the tension in the air was palpable, every word loaded with implications and possible consequences.
Although her face drew an increasingly broad smile, Dianamon noticed the concern in the angel's eyes. The tension was palpable, and she could see the slight worry lines forming on his forehead. This was worse than the other war, she thought. The situation was critical, and the atmosphere felt charged with an uncertainty she hadn't felt in a long time.
Cherubimon, trying to maintain his composure and not let his emotions take over, leaned slightly forward, his eyes searching for some sign in Dianamon's face.
"Anything else?" asked Cherubimon, his voice soft but inquisitive, revealing a mix of curiosity and concern.
Dianamon held his gaze, knowing she couldn't hide the truth from him for much longer. She took a deep breath before answering.
"The truth is no. I'll have more information in a few days, at our next meeting."
Cherubimon's brow furrowed slightly. The word "meeting" echoed in his mind, awakening his curiosity. He knew there was more behind that simple word, something he needed to know.
"Meeting?" Cherubimon wondered silently, feeling a knot of unease forming in his chest. The answer was obvious, but he decided to probe for more details nonetheless. "Dianamon, where do you hold these 'meetings'?"
Dianamon hesitated for a moment, weighing how much she should reveal. Finally, she decided that honesty was her best option at that moment.
"At the Palace of Mirrors," she responded firmly. "Mercurymon personally informs each of us when the meetings will take place."
The name Palace of Mirrors brought back memories for Cherubimon. He had been there only once. He remembered it as a place full of mystery and secrets, a site that reflected both the light and darkness of its inhabitants. The mention of Mercurymon, known for his cunning and ability to manipulate situations to his advantage, only increased his concern.
"Mercurymon...?" murmured Cherubimon, more to himself than to her. He knew that Digimon was a master of deceit and strategy, and anything involving his plans was a cause for alarm.
Dianamon nodded, recognizing the unease in Cherubimon's eyes.
"Yes, Mercurymon. He ensures that we are all informed and coordinated. The meetings are crucial for keeping us up-to-date on our enemies' movements and planning our strategies."
Cherubimon leaned back in his seat, processing the information. The palace of Mirrors and Mercurymon, two elements filled with symbolism and danger. He knew that the situation was much more complex than it seemed and that he needed to be prepared for whatever might come.
"Understood..." he finally said in a low voice, as if pondering deeply. To him, Mercurymon's position as a leader was unusual: among the Olympians, there were better options "Thank you for informing me, Dianamon. Stay vigilant and make sure you're safe."
Dianamon nodded, recognizing the seriousness in Cherubimon's tone. She knew that the upcoming battle would not only be physical but also a contest of wit and strategy. As she bid farewell and prepared to leave, she couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. The war had only just begun.
Suddenly, Cherubimon startled and halted the Olympian's departure. His mind raced as he considered the implications of what he had just heard. His normally serene and controlled expression now displayed a mix of concern and urgency.
"Dianamon, what if Mercurymon were to arrive at your castle right now to inform you of a change in the meeting date?" he asked. His voice carried a heavy seriousness "You would be in danger."
Dianamon maintained her composure, her face calm and her gaze steady. She took a deep breath before responding. Her tone was calm, as if she had pondered this possibility countless times.
"Don't worry about me," she said. Her voice was soft yet resolute, betraying unwavering confidence "I have everything under control."
Cherubimon couldn't believe what he was hearing. He leaned forward, his eyes searching for any sign of insecurity in Dianamon's expression. But he found none. She was completely calm, as if the prospect of facing Mercurymon in her own castle didn't unsettle her at all.
"Under control?" repeated Cherubimon. His voice reflected a mix of disbelief and admiration "Dianamon, Mercurymon is no ordinary enemy. His cunning and ability to surprise are legendary. You cannot underestimate him."
Dianamon flashed a slight smile, one that didn't quite dispel the concern in Cherubimon's eyes.
"I know exactly who Mercurymon is and what he's capable of. After all, we're family," she replied. Her words were firm and filled with conviction "I've taken precautions. My hunters are on high alert, and my castle is protected by more than mere walls. In addition, I've set up several traps and security systems that won't allow anyone, not even Mercurymon, to enter undetected."
Cherubimon looked at her in silence, processing her words. He knew Dianamon was a formidable warrior and a brilliant strategist, but still, he couldn't help but feel worried.
"Nevertheless, Dianamon, I must insist that you be cautious. Mercurymon is unpredictable. If he finds out about our conversations, he won't hesitate to try to eliminate you."
Dianamon nodded slowly, understanding Cherubimon's concern. She appreciated his worry, but she knew she couldn't let fear dominate her.
"I know, Cherubimon. But I'm not alone in this. I have allies, and for now, I'm prepared for any eventuality. Don't underestimate my ability to protect myself."
Cherubimon sighed, resigned. He knew he wouldn't be able to convince Dianamon to be more cautious. He admired her bravery and determination, though he couldn't help but worry about her safety.
"Alright," he finally said, his voice returning to a softer tone "I trust your judgment. Just promise me you'll be careful."
Dianamon smiled, a warm and reassuring smile.
"I promise, Cherubimon. I won't let anything or anyone catch me off guard. We're in this together."
Cherubimon nodded, feeling a slight sense of relief. He knew the situation was delicate, but he also knew Dianamon was one of the best allies he could have. Together, they would face whatever came their way and fight to maintain peace in the Digital World.
"It's highly unlikely that Mercurymon would change the meeting date," added Dianamon. "Because if he did, it would greatly disturb Marsmon. Marsmon would seize any opportunity to sow discord and try to take control. But in the unlikely event that Mercurymon does decide to change the date, I have a plan. Whenever I come to meet you, I inform my servants that I am going hunting."
"'Hunting...'" the word echoed in Cherubimon's mind, evoking ancient memories and a palpable unease.
Cherubimon stared at her, still surprised by this unexpected revelation.
"Dianamon," he said gravely, "Hunting was banned after your reign. I know it's one of your 'virtues,' so to speak, but if they find out you're practicing it in any territory of the Digital World, they will condemn you."
Dianamon gave an enigmatic smile, one that didn't entirely calm Cherubimon.
"Not in just any territory," she replied, with a hint of mystery.
Cherubimon furrowed his brow, intrigued.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his tone betraying both curiosity and concern.
"It's not prohibited in the Dark Area," explained Dianamon, her voice calm yet with a touch of defiance. "Cherubimon, I now hunt evil Digimon in the Black Forest."
Cherubimon felt momentarily relieved, though the worry didn't completely dissipate. The Black Forest was a mysterious and dangerous region within the Dark Area, inhabited by all sorts of dark creatures. It was a place where few dared to venture, and even fewer survived. He knew Dianamon was formidable, but still, the idea of her hunting in such a perilous place troubled him.
"The Black Forest..." murmured Cherubimon, reflecting on the information. He imagined the dense shadows of the forest, dangers lurking in every corner "It's an extremely dangerous place, even for someone like you."
Dianamon nodded, understanding his concerns.
"I know, Cherubimon. But that's precisely why it's the perfect place. Evil Digimon hide there, and hunting them not only keeps me alert but also helps maintain balance. Besides, the Black Forest is a place where I can move undetected."
Cherubimon watched her closely, recognizing the logic in her words. Still, he couldn't shake the knot of concern in his chest. He knew Dianamon was strong and capable, but the Dark Area was treacherous and full of surprises.
"It seems you have everything well under control," he finally said, trying to convey a calm he didn't entirely feel.
Dianamon nodded firmly, her gaze reflecting confidence and steadfast resolve.
"I've taken all necessary precautions, Cherubimon. Don't underestimate my ability to face dangers. I'm ready for whatever comes."
Cherubimon smiled, though his mind continued to assess all possible risks. He admired Dianamon's bravery and determination, but the impending war left no room for error.
"I trust you, Dianamon," he said, his voice softer now "Just make sure you stay safe. We all depend on you more than you may realize."
Dianamon nodded again, grateful for Cherubimon's trust. She knew the mission ahead would be challenging, but she was willing to face any challenge to protect the Digital World and her allies.
"Neptunemon is going to be extremely upset when he finds out about his wife," Dianamon said, her voice reflecting a mix of concern and resignation.
Cherubimon nodded, his gaze lost in emptiness, lost in his thoughts.
"Ancientmermaimon didn't deserve this, but neither did Ophanimon," Cherubimon replied harshly. Ophanimon was not only a colleague in government to him but also a friend.
Dianamon observed Cherubimon's expression, noting the weight of his words. She knew the situation was delicate, and that any mistake could trigger a disaster.
"He'll come to rescue her soon," said Dianamon, with a firmness meant to calm the unease "Strengthen the defenses and evacuate the castle, at least until he retrieves her. Otherwise, you'll be in great danger: he struggled too much to forget the first one; he won't let go of this one so easily."
Cherubimon nodded slowly, his thoughts still distant. He appreciated Dianamon's warning, but his mind was filled with doubts and tough decisions.
"Thank you for warning me. I won't strengthen security and, moreover, in case he comes, I suppose I'd let him rescue her. Although, of course, it's too early to say: these kinds of decisions that are made coolly now aren't made so easily in the middle of a battle."
Dianamon frowned, concerned by Cherubimon's passivity. She knew they needed to be prepared for any eventuality.
"Do you think Seraphimon will bother to go rescue her?" she asked, seeking confirmation in Cherubimon's eyes.
Cherubimon reflected for a moment before responding, his voice calm yet laden with meaning.
"I don't doubt he's considered it," Cherubimon replied. "But if Seraphimon chose to kidnap Ancientmermaimon first, it's either because he doesn't know where she is or he's carefully planned things out and, in his own way, sought a more peaceful way to recover her. An exchange of hostages seems most beneficial for both sides."
Dianamon nodded, understanding the logic behind Cherubimon's words. Seraphimon had always been a strategist, someone who thought several steps ahead.
"Will you tell him where she is?" Dianamon asked, her voice laden with veiled concern.
Cherubimon shook his head, his expression firm.
"Not at the moment. If I tell him that, he'll know you've been the one informing me, and knowing him, he might make rash decisions."
Dianamon fell silent, grasping the seriousness of the situation. She knew that if Seraphimon discovered she was the informant, her life would be in serious danger.
"And that would be my end," reflected Dianamon, her mind racing through the possible consequences of her disclosure.
Cherubimon observed Dianamon, noting the concern on her face. He knew that every decision they made at that moment would have significant repercussions in the future.
"Dianamon, I trust your judgment," he finally said, his voice gentle yet resolute. "But be careful. This war is fought not only with strength but also with intelligence and cunning. We must be prepared for the unexpected."
Dianamon nodded, grateful for Cherubimon's trust. She knew the battle ahead wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to protect their allies and face any challenge that came their way.
"I know, Cherubimon. I will do everything I can to keep us safe and ensure our enemies don't gain the upper hand."
Cherubimon smiled faintly, recognizing the courage and determination in Dianamon's eyes. He knew that despite the dangers, together they had a chance to change the course of the war.
"Then let's proceed with our strategies and keep a low profile for now."
Dianamon nodded once more, feeling a renewed determination. She knew the road ahead would be challenging, but she was ready to face each challenge with courage and cunning.
Cherubimon was startled once again by the soft, sweet voice coming from the hallway. It was a girl's voice, calm and serene, as if trying to reassure anyone who heard it, enveloping the atmosphere with a sense of peace.
"Sistermon, come in, be at ease," said Cherubimon, recognizing the newcomer.
Before them appeared a figure of short stature. Sistermon Blanc, with her delicate demeanor, advanced with soft steps. Her face was nearly completely obscured by an extravagant, yet charming, rabbit-shaped hat. The hat's large ears moved slightly with each step, partially concealing her youthful features. Beneath the hat, a cascade of soft and shiny gray hair fell in a neat bob that framed her face in an adorable manner.
Her clerical attire, though not serving the traditional function of a nun's habit, was an elegant ensemble meticulously cared for in shades of white and pink. The outfit was richly adorned with golden crosses and embroidered details that reflected a blend of solemnity and tenderness. The folds of her clothing moved with subtle grace, accompanying each of her movements with innate elegance.
Sistermon timidly entered the office, her delicate hands clutching tightly onto a small notebook held against her chest. Her large eyes, filled with curiosity and timid resolve, peeked from beneath the brim of her hat as she regarded Cherubimon and Dianamon with respect.
"Tell me, dear, what is it?" asked Cherubimon, undisturbed and not at all bothered by the interruption. His voice maintained a calm and paternal tone, contrasting with the tension in the room.
"She has awakened," stated Sistermon Blanc curtly, as if annoyed by what she had just conveyed. Her tone conveyed palpable unease, something not typical of her usual demeanor.
Dianamon furrowed her brow, her mind racing to understand the meaning behind those words. "Who?" she wondered to herself. "Ancientmermaimon perhaps? No, that's unlikely." Uncertainty pricked at her, causing a pang of concern.
Cherubimon turned to Dianamon, his expression shifting to a seriousness that brooked no argument. His eyes, usually warm, now reflected an unusual hardness.
"Dianamon, it's best if you leave," said Cherubimon. His demeanor turned cold and severe, firmly suggesting that she vacate the premises. "A very troublesome prisoner has just awakened, and I will have to take measures."
Dianamon eyed Cherubimon distrustfully. She knew there was more to his words than met the eye. The tension in his voice and the way he avoided her gaze suggested he wasn't telling her the whole truth. "What prisoner could be so dangerous to warrant my absence?" she wondered. Doubt seized her, but she decided not to confront him at that moment.
"If necessary, I will leave," Dianamon simply replied, her voice remaining calm though her mind was swirling with unanswered questions.
Cherubimon nodded slowly, his expression relaxing just a fraction. He seemed relieved, yet there was still a shadow of concern in his eyes.
"Thank you," Cherubimon said, his tone softening once again.
"Dianamon, is that you?" came a distant female voice, like an almost forgotten echo that pierced the silence with a mix of hope and desperation.
Dianamon recognized the Digimon calling out to her. Her voice... she remembered it almost perfectly. It had been years since she last heard it, but the tone and emotion in those words were unmistakable. She understood then why Cherubimon wanted to send her away: she knew the identity of who was imprisoned there. He wanted to avoid their meeting, protect a secret that now, finally, had come to light.
"I'm sorry, Dianamon," said Cherubimon, breaking the deathly silence that had settled between them, his voice laden with a mix of regret and resignation.
Dianamon turned slowly. She felt confused and hurt, her expression reflecting it. A storm of emotions raged within her, each one struggling to surface.
"I must go," Dianamon replied immediately. Her voice remained steady though her heart was in turmoil. She needed to leave, to escape from the suddenly suffocating reality.
"Dianamon, wait," Cherubimon said, his tone pleading. He didn't want her to leave like this, not without an explanation.
"Tell me," Dianamon said, coming to a halt. After that revelation, she didn't want to linger any longer, but the urgency in Cherubimon's voice momentarily stopped her.
"She's confined here by decree, not by my decision," Cherubimon began, his words filled with sorrow. "But aside from that, I haven't lied to you. You can trust me."
Dianamon looked at Cherubimon, her mind grappling between loyalty and betrayal. "I suppose so," she finally said, though deep down, very deep down, she wasn't sure. Doubts gnawed at her, but she also understood Cherubimon's reasons, even if she didn't fully agree with them.
Cherubimon knew he had failed Dianamon by keeping that from her. Yet, Ophanimon's words echoed in his mind: "She could be your insurance," she had said. He needed to believe he was doing the right thing, even as each decision seemed to plunge him deeper into uncertainty.
"Now I really must go. My huntresses will be worried," Dianamon said, trying to regain some composure.
"Dianamon, when will you return?" the angel asked, his voice reflecting a mix of concern and hope.
"I don't know," she replied, a hint of sadness in her voice. In that moment, she wished she could say never, but she resisted. She knew her anger would eventually dissipate. "Forgiven, but not forgotten," Dianamon thought, her words echoing like a mantra in her mind.
With that, she departed the way she had come. Her steps echoed down the hallway, leaving Cherubimon with unspoken words on his lips. Her figure slowly disappeared into the shadows.
"Don't worry," Sistermon said reassuringly, trying to ease the tension in the room. "She'll come back."
"I doubt it, Sistermon, I doubt it," the angel replied, his gaze lingering on where Dianamon had been moments ago. "Let's get back to our task: we have an Olympic to calm."
Cherubimon turned to Sistermon, the concern still evident in his eyes. He knew things would never be the same after that conversation, but he also understood the need to move forward, facing each challenge with the same determination and hope he had always shown.
Meanwhile, Dianamon was already on her way back to her castle. From her vantage point high above, she could spot two of her huntresses standing guard diligently. Two of her Crescemon were efficiently patrolling her castle, their slim, armored figures reflecting the moonlight in a spectral manner. The sight of her loyal warriors provided her with some solace, though her mind remained tangled in recent events.
As she approached, the Crescemon greeted her warmly, bowing their heads in a sign of respect. Dianamon maintained a close relationship with her huntresses: the few who remained after so many conflicts. Their loyalty was unquestionable, their efficiency, legendary.
However, the sense of betrayal she felt towards Cherubimon remained palpable, like a shadow refusing to dissipate. She had trusted him and learning that he had been hiding something so crucial hurt more than she was willing to admit.
As she prepared to enter her abode, one of the Crescemon stopped her with an urgent gesture.
"Dianamon, my lady, you have a visitor," she said firmly yet respectfully.
"Who is it?" the goddess asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and caution. She hadn't expected visitors, especially at such late hours. Moreover, after her discovery at Cherubimon's castle, she didn't want any more surprises.
Once again, dark thoughts engulfed her. The conversation with Cherubimon echoed in her mind, fueling her suspicions and doubts.
"Perhaps Mercurymon has come to see me in my absence. I hope he buys the hunting excuse," she thought. Her mind raced to anticipate possible scenarios and ward off the toxic thoughts that engulfed her.
"We don't know who she is. We can only tell you she's a female Digimon who wishes an audience with you. She's waiting in your office," the Crescemon reported, her tone indicating the urgency of the situation.
Dianamon felt frustrated that she couldn't avoid seeing her. Allowing her into her office in her absence had been a major mistake made by her huntresses. Still, she said nothing to them. She merely smiled and headed to her office, irritated.
There, seated in her chair, was the figure. The feminine form, cloaked in shadows, exuded a haunting yet familiar presence.
"Hello, Dianamon," the young woman began with a soft yet firm voice. "Do you know who I am?"
The presence of that young digimon completely unsettled her. Her heart pounded and her mind struggled to accept what she was seeing. She was supposed to no longer exist, her presence erased from the world. Yet there she was, in her office, staring at her with an intensity that disarmed her.
Dianamon felt a wave of conflicting emotions: fear, surprise, and deep unease. Reality seemed to crumble around her as she tried to find the right words. The figure in the chair continued to watch her, their gaze penetrating and expectant, as if relishing Dianamon's reaction. The mystery of her identity and her sudden appearance filled the air with tension.
Dianamon took a step forward. Her voice trembled slightly as she asked incredulously:
"How is that possible...?" she whispered, unable to finish the sentence, as the mystery of the visit became increasingly unfathomable.
The young lady didn't immediately respond; her enigmatic smile persisted, allowing the silence to linger and the tension to mount.
"Come now, Dianamon. You know things aren't always as they seem," she finally said, her voice caressing each word with a tone that was both reassuring and unsettling.
Feelings of betrayal, doubts about Cherubimon and his prisoner, and the unexpected appearance of this figure who should have been dead swirled in Dianamon's mind, creating a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts that promised to change everything.