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04 August 2009 @ 11:04 pm
Who: Luc, Jeanette, Lucemon, Lilithmon + any other Demon Lords and their servants.
Where: Daemon's Castle
What: Planning for the fight against the digidestined.

The castle was much more of what it was since the time Lilithmon first came there. It was now filled with servants doting all over the place, bowing in the presence of Lucemon and Lilithmon. The place, while still spooky, was now garish, decorated with furniture and frigthful little things, all for the Demon Lords to command over with their own amusement. It was looking far more like a base. The same digimon who had paid respect to their Lords hissed and provoked the two children with berating threats and insults. Though the Lords had explained their plans in brief to their subjects, they had left much out including that the children would actually come to stay with them. Of course for those of the Dark Realm this was most unsatsifactory, left only with sanguine desires.

However, the watchful eyes of their Lords let the digimon know of their place. They would not dare touch the children if their Lords had not asked as surely their data would be extracted on point.

Two LadyDevimon came over to Lilithmon cackling as they stared at the children with great misgivings. She paid them little mind as then truend back to the children, Jeanette still floating within the bed.

"The power Lucemon shall give to you will rid your body of any of the pain you have now, but remember we can also cause more, so make your choices wisely." Lilithmon stirred her fingers within the air, whispering a few things back to the LadyDevimon,

"These two shall take you to your chamber as for now I'm sure you are most tired, as Demon Lords we have much to discuss, but we will have a grand feast so that you may get a welcome we take pleasure in daily." In that moment the two children were whisked away, and Lilithmon turned back towards her Lord, with a rather vile smile on her face. Oh how what was happening pleased her,

"I think we may test their loyalties to fight against their friends. I think if anything it'd be a delicious spectacle."


As they went up the rather large banister, everyone floating apart from Luc, he began humming which only seemed to annoy the two LadyDevimon, but they paid no mind, only staring far in front of them, they cared little for what these horrid little creatures would discuss.

"Aha what an interesting turn of events." Luc chuckled, his sight slowly panning towards Jeanette, "So what are you thoughts?"
psychiatriet on August 6th, 2009 07:12 am (UTC)
[OOC: Luc surprises me. XD]

"Indeed, my Lord. You have but to command." Daemon inclined his head slightly, ignoring Lilithmon. She had always been his little pet.

"We shall begin tomorrow morning. We shall provide the Digidestined with two of our reasonably powerful minions, and see what they can do with them." Lucemon mused, "If they are not a match for their own kin, then we must re-think our plans. Although I imagine that we would have to destroy them. Or use them as bait or hostages. They will have no use for us as fighting tools."


"What is the difference between the two? Ultimately, what does it matter?" Jeanette asked rhetorically. That was an irrelevant point, although she didn't feel like repeating that again. She'd be repeating herself all night, and she didn't make a habit of doing that, "It is to be expected that your psyche is a simplistic matter for you, because it is rare that people consider their own psyche in the manner of a psychiatrist, let alone with an unbiased view."

Jeanette raised an eyebrow ever-so-slightly, the only reaction he would get from her. His sudden eagerness was extremely out-of-character, making it extremely in-character. Nobody liked to be understood, so he was attempting to throw her off balance.
"I have not stated that you were incapable or simplistic. Only that you are not as capable and complex as you like to think that you are. And I do not play games." she flexed her legs, slightly relieved that they responded to her commands this time. She should be able to walk by the morning. That would make things considerably easier.
"I do not know everything about you, nor have I ever claimed to. I simply know what the mask you wear hides from others. It is my job to see through such masks. Yours hides your ego. You have shown that you regard others as inferior to yourself, unless they meet a certain set of standards. People are but pieces on a gameboard to you, a mentality that you adopt in some effort to make life more interesting, for I would surmise that you find being the only intelligence in a world filled with morons who do not grasp your subtlties most trite and dull. Many do not "read-between-the-lines" deeply enough for you to acknowledge them. Those who are weaker than you are those who you can exploit and manipulate for your amusement. It follows logically that your driving goal is to find an opponent who meets your standards and who perhaps even surpasses them. This is what I have surmised to be your core mentality, which gives rise the many aspects of your personality."

"I do not 'wish' to know anything, other than what you care to reveal to me." Jeanette was beginning to tire. She was not about to abandon a potential patient, although she would perhaps have to suggest it would be wise they get some sleep. No doubt Lucemon would wish them to do something tomorrow morning. He would most likely be disappointed.
neoubermensch on August 6th, 2009 07:39 am (UTC)
(OOC: I swear there is a path in his character logic... It's just... warped... >_>
Hehe I think we'll be on time for the battle against the digidestined.)

"Yes m'lord. I shall now return to my chamber as I have things to take care of..." Lilithmon bowed her body and then dissipated into a cloud of dust, she was excited for tomorrow.


He listened to the first statement but it only made him laugh, if possibly because he had no respect for psychologists for that matter. Even what psychologists say is only made up of illusions, generally self-serving mirrored images of what they transferred onto a patient to deal with their own psychosis. It is known as a flawed practice, the DSM has constantly been changed due to flaws in assumption. He wondered as she called herself such if she had her own psychiatrist as it is illegal to practice without the assurance that you are qualified. But of course, who is to say since that therapist has one of their own. Psychology was a masturbatory practice, patients getting an opportunity to feel of value, psychologists satisfying their needs to feel superior. It was a joke, as most things were, in fact, it was why he laughed, always.

Luc nodded to her words with a feigned seriousness, folding his arms and nodding. After all, Luc wasn't capable quite ever, of being serious. Sure there were a few things that she said that were correct, but there were things that were slightly off kilter. But that didn't matter, for...

"You say you don't like games but you just played Jenny..." He giggled and then picked himself up looking down at her for a moment,

"Then I shall tell you one thing." He held up a pointer finger. "Inferiority is not of pure intellect for me, I find many of intellect substandard in fact. Human nature is vile, self-serving, and all act as festering pools of the remained failing systems of Darwin. I act as I chose to for the pure purpose that interaction is necessary and that most are comforted by feigned appearances. No one likes a nice person, they say they will, but they do not, and I must abide by the rules of human nature if I am going to push through the intentions of this world, to create something beautiful. Yes beautiful." He smiled, a more sincere smile this time,

"But sometimes, you need to be a devil to do a god's work."

And with this, Luc fell into the bed and began to nap.