For Digimon Manga/Game Flash 119 - prompt: possessive
11. Palm
Even gods bowed to logic, it seemed.
Barbamon would have laughed if he could have.
So close, it was so close to perfection, to the ultimate of ultimate powers. A Demon Lord in the right… who could say that all too often? Not Lucemon, Leviamon once in a great while, never Lillithmon or Demon, the fools.
But him? Ah, he knew the words to speak, especially to the vulnerable and the weak. He knew the emotions to play on. Just finding the people who could benefit from his words, finding those most receptive to the cause, it was a tiresome joy, but a joy none the less.
And now he had done it. Now he had the person who was needed the most, the ally who understood his ideals the most.
Yggdrasil was such a good creature.
It was nice to be right.