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"I'm not too worried about it..." Richter said with a chuckle. "If only you and the others knew the real strength I hide, you'd know that Blaise probably won't be a problem for me." He said, referring to his secret weapon....his REAL first friend in the digital world. Patamon was given to him by Seraphimon, but before he came in contact with the Angels, he traveled with a different partner for a good half year.

The Angels themselves never knew about this partner, and, so long as he wished, neither would Kaya. "And these bullies you talk about....I wonder if then can avoid a couple of those kicks I can execute...."

Gatomon nodded as they walked down another hallway and up a couple of stairs that Draco recognized as the way to the library
“Offcourse. I just hope Myotismon is in the mood to help us”
The cat paused briefly, eye widening in shock before she cursed with a cat like hiss
“The children! Damnit!”
She sighed opening a door with a nudge of her head and entered the library.
“I´ll have to send Muerte in after them later, damnit how could I forget them. That Impmon is lucky to have Piedmon alongside him. The ghosts would have eaten the eggs otherwise”
Shelves filled to the brim with books stood at every wall except the one with the burning fireplace and a second floor connected to the first one with a wooden latter was filled with books just like the first.
The ceiling above looked like a sky with angels and demons flying amongst clouds of white, it was a fantastic work of art that seemed alive, angels circled the 5 chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
The room was... strange... it smelled like cinnamon and warm apples and was done in a color theme of red and brown colors. Gatomon let out a quiet sight of relief when she spotted a familiar figure sitting in a red chair that was, really, more of a couch. The vampires pale blue skin seemed to shimmer in the dim light as he read the giant black leather book placed on his lap. The undead being shifted slightly when he heard the approach of three beating hearts but did not look up even once. When he addressed Gatomon after a chocking moment of silence it was with a voice that seemed to both caress and stab at the listeners ears.. if such a thing was possible. His tone and voice itself was pleasant but there was an underlying layer of ice there, the threat of a predator much too close to potential prey
“Theresa dear, it seems that you managed to draw infants and children to you wherever you go. I will not even ask how you came across a halfblood”
The cat huffed and moved closer, tails swaying back and forth in great arches behind her
“He is not mine! Draco found him and is now bound to him. Your gonna fill him in on the details while I find Kit so she can take care of the human child while I go back to my nursery!”
The vampires lips curved into the faintest smirk as his blue eyes glittered with mirth behind the cover of his red mask
“Oh do tell me why you expect me to tell anything to this… human”
Gatomon managed to purr the word angel and for some reason this made the vampires eye widen and his mouth twist into a silent snarl. Draco got a good look at the sharp fangs in the vampires mouth
“How dare you!”
The cat smirked
“How dare I? I’m a mother kid, no matter how old you are Im still the one who has to sit next to you all night to keep the nightmares at bay when you are in yer toddler form so don’t yeh tell meh to relax”
The cats sudden Scottish accent, hidden normally but apparent now that she was agitated, made the vampire lean back in his seat, glaring, but silent. The little feline on the floor nodded with a satisfied meow
“Good then. Draco..”
The blue kitty eyes glanced at Draco
“..why don’t you ask your question first so we can be done with it an focus on the little guy”




Kaya´s eyes widened briefly
“Kicks? You mean real ones? That would be unfair”
The girls eyes narrowed in contemplation and shifted from Richter to the ceiling. When they turned back to him, however, they were a little colder than before
“I don’t encourage fist fighting and neither should you, you’re a royal so setting a good example would be best. It depends, offcourse, hitting someone because your girlfriend cheated on you with another or because someone called you names might be okay sometimes, but not in real battle. I think that attacking in person when digimons are battling is cheating”
Her eyes softened once more, it was rather impressive really. Kaya showed more in her eyes than most people, every feeling, every thought was displayed in the amber depths
“You wouldn’t do that would you?”


The baby Tyrannomon blinked curiously at Toan, tail swaying back and forth behind him…
or her… hard to tell really..
“Spi-raaaal castle?”
The dinosaur repeated these word a few times, as if this would help it recognize the meaning of the words.
The baby huffed, shaking it´s head in the negative with a confused expression on it´s scaly face.
He or she was too young to understand the meaning of the words
“Mira, see no castle”
Aha, so it was a she.
The little tyrannomons gaze shifted from Toan then, the blue eyes narrowed slightly as she gazed at Kaz before turning her attention to Astamon instead. A smile found it´s way to the little reptile digimons lips as she smiled, displaying a rather impressive set of teeth
“Mommy?”

".....There's a reason I was able to crush Draco's arm...." Richter said grimly. "I've been trained in hand to hand combat, and I could probably kill somebody with just my legs. Five years of intensive training does that to a person."

He got up abruptly, and turned back around to face Kaya. ".....I don't know if you want to, but I'd actually love to spar with you." He said with a grin. If all went well, this would put his power to light with the other members of the castle....

Myotismon snorted disdainfully at Draco, eyes cold as ice as he gazed down at the much smaller human from his seat
"I can assure you child, that furball is not my mother. The mere idea of it is rather ridiculous. She is much younger than I... and certainly more irritating"
The last part was said with a pointed look in Theresa´s direction but the cat responded with a burning look of her own
"Aye, perhaps, but that´s what is takes to raise you rebels. And now, if you´ll excuse me I´ll go get the eggs before Muerte decided to eat them"
The cat walked out the still open door and closed it behind her with a soft murmur. The room was cast into silence, a strange calm only broken by the charming crackle coming from the fireplace. The ancient vampire leaned back in his chair. Blue gaze averted to the dancing flames that forced the shadows in the library to dance on the walls like wild demons around them. Myotismon closed the black leather bound book in his lap and placed it on the floor next to him before crossing his legs with an air of indifference
"So..."
The digimons voice was smooth this time, a little less edgy now that the cat was gone
"..you want to know about Sulaimon? Why?"
The vampire rested his head on one of his hands, arm propped up on the armrest as he tilted his head slightly to the left in a perfect copy of his owner. Did Kaya gain this particular quirk from the vampire?
"He died long before your birth child, it is uncommon for tamers to care about the past. Why does Sulaimon interest you?"



Kaya shook her head in the negative
"Sorry Richter, but I never spar. Evil princess or not I dont like the idea of deliberately allowing my digimons to get hurt for the sake of fun, training is okay when it´s with my own partners since they all know each others limit but sparing is a little too close to the edge for me. I´ve only ever spared with Blaise and ... well.. I didn't really like it"
The girl sat up, swinging her legs back and forth as she looked around, still admiring the strange yet beautiful room
"Why did you go trough training anyways? Is it some kind of military thing?"
Kaya looked at Richter, head tilted in puzzlement
"You dont look like a soldier"


Mira purred happily, nudging Toans hand as he petted her
“Before…. Before.. other tamer came”
The dinosaur made a vague sweep with one of her chubby arms towards what must be east, pointing at seemingly nothing
“Mommy got mad, cause… tamer made brother cry”
The digimon whimpered staring at Toan with misty eyes
“Brother not cry, is wrong”
The baby started wandering off in the direction she came from, sniffling to herself

Draco was really starting to enjoy himself, this Myotismon was a tough cookie, and he didn't like Draco already. Draco just watched as the cat started her way out of the room, turning back to the vampire digimon.
"Sulaimon is dead? I had no idea." Draco had been assuming that Sulaimon was a secretive digimon, sort of like the Sovereigns, not that he had been detroyed. "But I have been searching for him, and his mine. The reasons behind it are of course my own, I don't think they truly matter."

(Oh and Muffin Lies! Draco was thrown into BlackWarGreymon's attack, destroying his arm. Richter did not crush it!)

Kaz made sure to keep vigilant just in case, but smiled at the efforts Toan was taking to help a digimon. He was happy to help out in this endeavor, but nonetheless he made sure to keep a wary eye on the edges of the fog as they got ready to set off.

(I had no time to spell check this or read it trough twice so sorry if it seems… confusing somehow)

The baby digimons mouth opened in what must have been a reptilian grin as she threw herself at the tamers legs, hugging them with such force that Toan almost fell flat on his a**
“Thank you, thank you! Hat man is kind, Mira like hat man very-very much! Bad tamer is home, home this way!”
The tiny dinosaur lifted a clawed hand and pointed into the heavy fog
“Home is big, and taa-aa-aal”
The child let go of Toans legs and held her arms out to demonstrate just how ´big´ her home was with the enthusiasm of any young child, and it seemed to be rather big
“Taller than mama, taller than papa”
With a last gesture into the fog she grabbed Toans arm, ripping his sleeve open in her hurry before she tugged and ran towards what she deemed ´her home´ and soon a rocky path appeared out of nowhere, Mira followed it, barking out greetings to invisible beings in the darkness around them.
Spiral castle. She was taking them to spiral castle.

The air around them was heavy with darkness, so thick one could almost taste it in the air like the bitter tang of blood and frost. Mira´s breaths came out in tiny clouds as the warm air from her lungs entered the cold environment and soon after that the temperature dropped several degrees until breathing turned difficult. The air was so cold that taking it in hurt the lungs like stabs of needles and the baby digimons whimpered silently, stepping closer to Toan and rubbing her head against his leg in a bizarre parody of an affectionate Golden Retriver sized kitten. Her blue eyes shifted with few seconds pause as she gazed into the darkness, seeing things that Toan and Kaz could not. Every now and then Toan could sense something moving, feel the shift in the frosty air when a massive body changed position, Kaz was however blissfully unknowing of the other beings- unused to dark creatures as he was, and the beings following them must have felt this for they circled him in particular, creeping closer and closer, sometimes so near that a clawed hand reached for the boys neck, ready to slay and kill, only to be stopped and fade out of existence as Toan turned his gaze to them, as if they feared or perhaps respected that the boy was under the tamers protection. Whoever they were, they could feel darkness in the boy, and it was this alone that kept the two young humans alive as they approached the Dark Tamers headquarters.
…but it was not enough, some hearts were simply too pure, too good.
All at once the creatures stopped, so suddenly that Toan and Mira both felt it like a jolt trough the body.
There was only silence.
Mira´s breath danced like snakes in the air as it rose above her head like smoke from the mouth of a dragon and disappeared into the heavy blanket of fog and mist surrounding them, the swirl of silver colors seemed to thicken even more and then, right before their very eyes, it turned dark.
A heartbeat, hollow like drums in the distance yet alive somehow, echoed through the mists and the silver fell away into a cloud of black smoke.
The word fell into darkness.
Mira yelped and crouched down, tail curling protectively around Toans left leg as she growled in fear and stared with narrowed unseeing eyes into the black ink around them. It was impossible to see at all so the action was futile. There was something there though, it´s presence was almost tangible in the darkness. Kaz felt something touch his back, fingers or claws ran down his spine in a mockingly sweet gesture before it disappeared once more and a female voice giggled briefly before it vanished.

´Who goes there´
Mira let out a frightened scream when words sounded right behind them. The tone was flat and lifeless but the voice was raspy and dry like death itself.
Then the woman returned, voice warm and sweet- but mad, insanity lay just below the words themselves.
Beautiful spider, lures the flies to her net with honey, then eat –eats -eats
´Who goes, who goes. Who knows, who knows?´
A chuckle followed the strange rhyme, this time from somewhere above them.
Kaz and Toan were in trouble indeed… since both their digivices had lost their glow and died like a useless phone with empty batteries.




Myotismon regarded the boy with a truly bored expression, pale blue eyes narrowing briefly before he turned his gaze from Draco to the black book. The vampires glove clad fingers flicked in a controlled wave towards the floor and the book rose up on command, leafing through hundreds of pages until it stopped on the page Myotismon had been reading before Theresa and Draco bashed into the room in such an unbecoming way. The undead lord turned his attention back to the book, head rested in one hand, legs crossed and book soaring in midair in front of him. Draco could barely make out the words written with gold threads in the cover forming the letters E-N-G-E-L. The fire crackled pleasantly, casting it´s glow into the dark room. The scent of cinnamon, a smell that Draco recognized from his earlier visit to the library assaulted his senses, but another weaker smell followed it like a silent note in a symphony of silence-
Roses… Trust a vampire to smell of roses.
The vampire let out a breath that sounded like an aristocratic sigh, closing his eyes
“Well if they do not matter then why search. I have more important things to do than tell human children tales from the digital worlds past”
As if that was his final word to a horribly mannered child he began reading his book once more, ignoring Draco completely

(I’m not making this easy am I? hmm.. How to make Myotismon talk when he doesn’t want to.. Who could possibly make Myo-chan tell Draco XD)




Kaya winched slightly as she imagined Draco losing his arm in such a way, her own arms ached with a strange phantom like pain in sympathy with her friend. She had to shake the image of Draco, bleeding and screaming in pain, out of her head in order to answer Richter
“I don’t know actually. He is recruiting at the moment so he could be gone for several days…”
Kaya tilted her head once more
“I still don’t understand why you are so eager to meet him. He won´t want to spar with you, royals rarely battle each other, it makes the loser look weak to his or her master and the lower ranking tamers”
The redhead gestured wagely with one hand, eyes glazing over as her lips curved into a smile
“ He´s too much of a gentleman to accept anyways, so well behaved and mature”
The younger tamer chuckled softly, she got off the bed and walker towards one of the windows
“I…”
Kaya´s sentence ended there as she was interrupted by a soft knocking on the door. She turned around and took a few steps in the door direction before she paused, shrugging at Richter in apology
“Oh sorry, your door”
The knocks continued, growing in volume





( Ehm.. well that was brief… you might wanna detail that a little more next time Black_blood_cat)

Pain.
That was the first thing Himiki felt as she returned to the land of the living. A flaring pain emanating from her left wrist and arm. She wanted to open her eyes and look, felt she needed too, she didn’t know where she was! But her body felt heavy and cold, dead somehow, and with a silent sigh she faded back into unconsciousness.
When she woke up the second time someone was in the dungeon with her, a being that was taller and bulkier than the Ghoulmon. The things voice was male, gruff but had a pleasant Irish lilt to it but she found that she was too confused to focus on his words. A cold, huge hand picked her up and placed her on a softer surface before some kind of heavy, thick fabric was thrown her way.
She managed to pull the blanket over her before her exhausted mind let go of it´s grip on the world.
She faded back into nothingness

“Is it hurt?”
A voice, female this time. She sounded scared.
“Shush! Gloria get back here, don’t touch it!”
The voice was male, but it was not the one from before, this one was louder and younger.
The blanket slipped
“It´s a little girl!”
“Gloria leave her alone”
“But it´s just a human girl, and I think she´s hurt”
“That is none of our concern”
“Don’t be mean Daniel she needs out help. Rip the blanket we need to bandage her wounds”
“Fine-fine.. But don’t blame me when The Ripper returns and he tears you apart for helping her!”
“Would you just get on with it!”
A sigh.
The sound of fabric tearing before careful fingers bandaged the claw marks on her arm, there was absolute silence, as if they others were afraid of her.
When she opened her eyes, two blurry forms screamed and ran.
A few feet away on the floor sat a Terriermon, her eyes were torn as if something with sharp teeth had bitten her and the Falcomon behind her did not look much better, his left eye was swollen shut and great handfuls of feathers were gone from the areas around his claws and tail.


When Blackmetalgarurumon regained consciousness it was nowhere as slow and pleasant as his tamers, he woke very suddenly in a strange room. The floor, ceiling and walls were all made of something resembling rusty metal and the stench of dried blood was thick in the air.
His heavy form was cushioned and protected from the cold floor below by a nest of hay, a pitiful bed perhaps but it was thick enough to be pleasant.
There was nothing else in the room besides a locked door.

"Damn" Astamon muttered as he got his gun ready. Of all the digimon they had to meet, it had to be her. He pointed his gun into the air and was about to fire but Toan reached a hand out and stopped Astamon
"Wait for it to make the first move."
Astamon begin to complain under his breath but followed Toan Direction.
"We come, we go. you don't know know. worry not, we'll never show. So let us pass and let us through, for a war not fought is the war I choose." Toan said playfully as he begin to continue forward. He swung his cane in the air and it extended twice it size becoming a staff. Even though he was smiling and acting playful, he was beginning to feel the danger they were in. His shoulder tense, his remaining sense open for the slightest warning of an attack.