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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 08:08 am (UTC)
[OOC: Mmmyep. We just need to fast-forward time a little bit. Want to do that in another thread or here?]

Lucemon watched her go, then turned to Daemon, "I shall be retiring as well. I have much to contemplate. Select two of your better minions, but not one who is overly powerful, and have them prepared for the Digidestined by the time morning comes. If Beelzemon were here I would send him alone and have done with it. I swear, I'm going to rip those sub-ordinate dogs to pieces..." Lucemon trailed off angrily, turning his back on the motionless Daemon and walking away.

Daemon watched him go silently, seething. His day would come one day, of that he had no doubt. He was content to wait for it. When it came, it would be all the more sweeter.
He turned his mind to the task ahead. Perhaps a LadyDevimon and a Myotismon, respectively, would suffice. Although they were powerful Digimon for commoners, so perhaps not. He continued to muse.


Jeanette had expected him to shrug off everything she said to him. It was unsurprising, really. Many patients laughed it off, so fearful were they of confronting their own psychosis. It mattered not to her.

"My name is Jeanette, not "Jenny", and I did not just play. You asked a question of me. I answered. Nothing more, nothing less."

"I knew of this already, although you have given me a clearer idea of how your mind works by confirming it aloud. Much of what you say is mirrored in your acts, or lack thereof. Many would call your behaviour self-destructive. I am not interested in making judgements however, only in making observations."

She watched him for a moment, pondering his last statement. A messianic complex, as well. Yet he still clung to the same ideas of good and evil that plagued living creatures in general. A shame.
"'Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment.'" she said quietly to herself. Quite true of this one.