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16 July 2009 @ 01:19 pm
 
Who: Demon Lords
Where: Daemon's Castle
What: Plotting

 

The double -door  entrance to Daemon’s castle was blasted off its hinges as Lucemon, leader of the Demon Lords, strode in, his fury enough to make any Digimon tremble before him.

Any Digimon, that is, except the accursed GranDracmon! Lucemon’s pride had been stripped away, and he had been humbled before him. Such power! He had even managed to twist several of the Royal Knights to do his bidding – although why he would care to was beyond Lucemon, for they were naught but fools, and weak-willed ones to obey him so. Their power was nothing compared to that of the Demon Lords. Yet this GranDracmon was so much more than both. Not only had he overcome the combined power of light and darkness that was at Lucemon’s fingertips, he had enslaved his armies and cast him from the Dark Area in contempt. HIS dominion! The impertinence of it drove Lucemon past the point of rage, and it was all he could do to keep from roaring his defiance. They would suffer! His Royal Knights would be destroyed utterly, their data scattered across the Digital World never to reform again, and GranDracmon himself would die a thousand deaths before Lucemon would allow him the privelege of complete annihilation. His revenge would be terrible to behold, and he would take back that which was rightfully his!

Lucemon’s eyes narrowed as he was met with no challenge as he walked into the castle. This worthless building belonged to Daemon, and no doubt if he were here by now he would have greeted his leader. Which suggested that he wasn’t here. Lucemon was slightly surprised, for he had never thought that Daemon would abandon his precious castle, but that begged the question – where WAS he, if not here? Where were any of his brethren? He had not seen them for many years, although he had made it known that he was still their unquestioned leader and that impertinence would be punished severely. Now, of all times, he needed to rally his brethren behind him, so that they count regain their power over the Digital World. Alphamon had returned – Lucemon could sense his presence and his power, as he was sure the other could sense his – and GranDracmon had made his move, using his Royal Knights as his puppets. He made no move himself, content to sit within Lucemon’s domain. That would be his undoing. Lucemon would rally his brethren behind him once again, and together they would crush GranDracmon’s Royal Knights, and force him to reveal himself. Then, they would allow Alphamon to fight it out with GranDracmon, and destroy the survivor. Lucemon hoped fervently that is was Alphamon. As much as he wanted vengeance, he had waited far too long for the leader of the Royal Knights to make an appearance in the Digital World. Alphamon was the one Digimon who could challenge his supremacy – excluding this new threat, GranDracmon – and he had long desired an opportunity to crush him, to prove his superiority once and for all. However, that opportunity would have to wait, or be missed entirely. Lucemon was no fool – personal pride, whilst important, was secondary to power. Power was everything.

His anger still not spent, Lucemon blasted open the door to the dining room. The great table that they had once all sat around was covered with a thick layer of dust, and cobwebs covered every inch of the place. A thought re-lit the candles upon the table and the chandelier above, bathing the room in a warm orange glow. Lucemon crossed over to the end of the table, took his customary seat at its head, and sat back to wait, his eyes on the entrance. His brethren would know he was here by now, they would be able to feel his rage as if it were their own. They would know that he commanded their presence, and they knew that Lucemon was not patient, and that failure to attend him would lead to most dire consequences. In light of what they face, they needed to unite their powers. The threat was twofold, and idiocy was intolerable. Supremacy was theirs, as it always had been. It was time to re-establish that supremacy.

 


 
 
 
luciferspride on July 17th, 2009 08:24 pm (UTC)
"On the contrary, Lilithmon. Now that they are his puppets, they are more powerful than what they were once before. Else they would have been swept away by Alphamon long before now, or I doubt GranDracmon would have even bothered with them in the first place." Lucemon put his feet up on the table and settled back into his chair, "Still, you may have them to play with, if that is what you desire. I have no use for them."

"Well, what else would he be doing? The fool had the Digital World in the palm of his hand when I was...temporarily incapacitated. He should have destroyed me - or at least dared to attempt it - and then conquered. He is clearly waiting for something as well. Perhaps it is indeed the Digidestined they both seek to wager upon in their game. However, they both ignore the third player - us. That will be their undoing."

Lucemon ignored her comment. No doubt Lilithmon would love to get her hands on the other Demon Lords, almost as much as she would love to have him in the palm of her hand. However, he was not one to show favouritism to his underlings. He would settle accounts with the others himself.

"We need to divide them. They are strong only when they work as a team. Break up that team, and you break up their strength. If they exist, we must ascertain their motives, and their identities. Then may we prey off of them. Alphamon will not leave File City, so they will be unprotected outside of it. A staged rescue - perhaps if they are attacked by one of those puppet Royal Knights you or I could intervene and destroy it - to gain their trust, or approach them if they travel individually. Although that may be too much to expect, for they are usually a rather close knit group."