Where: Daemon's Castle
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.