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The push would catch Cadaiver off guard as he rolled out of the way of a random ice shot. The clown would look at the injured angel and frown. "In the end, they all deserve what they get." Cadaiver would be serious now, a hidden force had been unleashed within him as he listened to Demios's bs about friendship and love and all the other things that he would kindly skewer on sight. He would turn to look for paramiere and notice that the spot where she had been hiding had been hit.

The clown would sigh and begin to walk away from the angel, heading for the battle taking place in front of the castle. He would lick his lips as another knife would appear in his hand.

Paramiere hadn't noticed all that was happening. First she was watching a fight, the next she was being carried off by a beelzemon and placed with her enemy. She would look at the tamer she was told to protect. "Just so you know... if I wanted to, I would kill you right now and move on with my life." With a flicker of her claws, they would erupt with flames. "It would be very... easy to do so." She would start to approach the boy ready to dive her claws into human flesh, it wouldn't be the first time she'd killed, but the first time to take the life of a human. The very idea was tempting and butterfly giving. "But..." She would break way, the flames dying down, "There is something in me that says not to." She would act like she didn't know, but she knew that it was because she was no longer a untamed digimon, but a partner to a human... a pet.

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Neither serpent would show any sign of yielding to the attacks. Despite popular belief, the creator of these two had actually put some time and effort into their design.

The one being attacked by Skylar would shake its heads furiously and then get hit by another way of fire attacks. Scratches could be seen across his face and burns could be seen developing on his once shiny armor. "Giga ICE BLAST!!" It would roar, shooting high speed ice spears at the digimon that would either hit or continue to fly off into the distance.

The other serpent would recieve the attacks from Grademon and Beelzemon. It would flinch from the gunshot and then roar in anger. It would lash its tail out from hiding and sling it at both beelzemon approaching and then pull it around to catch the grademon and put him in a squeeze.

Dante's black would hit metal and bounce off, leaving only a dent in the metal. This would cause some damage, but only enough to enfuriate the beat. "HELL SQUEEZE!!" It would cry as it coiled its tail into a bone crushing grip around the digimon.

Particles would rain down on the two MetalSeadramon like dust. There would be no effect as these were merely homunculus, puppets of their former selves, with one purpose alone. There purpose was to keep intruders out of a castle that was said to house some of the strongest being on the face of the Digital World. On the bright side, the attack would to show some physical harm to the giant beasts.

The MetalSeadramon facing Phoenixmon would cry out in pain as the particles made contact and caused something similar to a continuous burn as it hit already damaged and slightly broken armor. The beast, now angered as well, would launch itself towards the flying beast in hopes of catching it with its sharp fangs. "You will pay for that!"

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Aside from the fight Cadaiver would stand off watching. He would tap one foot out of impatience and cross his arms. As much as he wanted this to be over, he had no mind whatsoever in helping. "You... boy, stop playing around and end this!!" He would glare over in Chris's direction and point a knife at him. "I know that you've been touched by dark soul... Why do you hesitate? Do you not know that such slothfulness will get you killed?!"

Cadaiver was slightly amazed, he knew this power as he had seen Marcus use it a number of times. Confidence and conviction were the only thing that connected the light with the dark, the good with the evil, without these two neither would be a threat to the other. The clown dispersed his knife and noticed Paramiere. He whistled for the rookie to join him and watch as Chris would open the path for them.

"So this was your plan after all? I'd figure you'd get bored and do away with the situation yourself." Now standing next to the clown, Paramiere would watch as the helpless digimon became helpful in their grand scheme of things.

"I don't like getting my hands dirty unless I have to or want to. Besides, Data type digimon are not in my list of interests... especially not the reptilian kinds." The clown digimon would run his white glows through his hair and wait.

"I do have a confession, I had a chance to rid ourselves of this boy, but I couldn't." The digimon would have a voice of disappointment in herself.

"I'm not surprised," the digimon would respond, making it seem as if he knew all along. "You're officially a partner to Marcus rather than an employed. You share a bond with him now and as much as you may not like to hear it, you slightly share an interest in the things that he's interested in... meaning that you..." He had to pause for a moment to think out off the possible outcomes from what he was about to say and then prepare accordingly. "you... have a certain liking for the boy. Not as Marcus does, but let's just say that you have a tolerance for him now."

"Damn, I was afraid you were going to say that." The guilmon crossed her scaled arms and sighed, not showing the aggression that Cadaiver had predicted.

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All around the two MetalSeadramon were small bursts of light that turned their prey into much larger prey that could fight back now. First was the Grademon that erupted from the serpents grips as much talker warrior digimon that resembled a member of the royal knights. Second was the gunslinging demon that changed into the form of what would have easily been mistaken for the Demon Lord of Gluttony himself. Finally was the large bird who had completely changed species, changing to an angel with vibrant blue armor and a certain holiness to him that made the sea serpent quake in fear.

There end was swift, almost as if they had not previously been on the doorsteps of victory. The first that faced the Beelzemon BM and Alphamon was overcome by a black flame-like gunshot powered by ancient runes of digital magic. In a matter of moments he was destroyed, turning to stone and then crumbling as he fell in to the water below the bridge.

The second could have sworn that he was seeing two of the angel as another one with black wings had appeared next to the first. In a matter of moments, he too met his fate at the power of light and darkness combined. His defeat was a little more explosion as his body petrified and then exploded, showering the field with rocks of the once powerful dark lord digimon.

One would notice that as the rocks flew, those that hit the castle would be repelled by a near unseen force, leaving the castle and it's structures (the bridge) in tact.

With the guards gone, all that would be left for Chris would be to open the door and step in, more than passing the point of no return with strong digimon following behind him.

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The sounds of fighting had long since ceased, giving the Pandamon an idea that the battle was over and that the twin guard snakes had been defeated. The very idea of fighting this omnious victor had him liking his lips as he turned another corner in the west wing of the castle. The group would be moments from their destination. A dark power could be felt steadily getting closer and closer with each step taken.

The grip of darkness would only increase its hold on Marcus as he got closer. The thing on the inside of him would notice it and start to react like a baby bird seeing its mother draw closer with a delicious worm. The boy's digisoul would start to be seen crackling around his body in the orange color that had been identified as his 'other' soul.

"Someone's getting rather anxious." The pandamon would say with a slight chuckle as he cocked his head back to see Marcus with orange eyes and a growing orange soul that was not his own.

The lillymon would also notice this, but also notice that Marcus's temperature had been rising as well with beads of sweat visible on the human's forehead. "Ocelot, what... what's happening to him?"

"It's simple... the beast wants out now." He would stop for a moment and then turn to look at Marcus. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that hearing about this mysterious tamer coming for him has only increased the process."

Marcus's ears would perk up at the comment.

"Oh, so I'm right... little Marcus here has lost the ability to keep his cool knowing that someone, despite his efforts in coming quietly, is about to be in the most danger they've ever been."

"You... I'll KILL YOU!!" The boy would cry as he attempted to attack the digimon. He would stop, his legs sticking in place.

The sound of heads turning could be heard as the statues of digimon that surrounded them turned to look in Marcus's direction.

"Don't fight it now... you've allowed it some much use of your body that you didn't notice that you were slowly losing control. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that right about now, the thing on the inside of you has control over almost every part of your body except for your head." The pandamon would shake his head. "You children will never learn... come on." He would say as he continued to walk now.

Marcus's body would follow Pandamon. As he was now aware of the truth, he began to wonder for how long had he been at a loss of control and only doing as he wished because it was what both egos wanted at the time.

((Not quite that easy to get there... you'll have to navigate your way to your destination, with as little OOC knowledge as possible. Care to play a game? twisted ))

As Chris and his team of small digimon enter the castle, the odor and aura of pure evil would permeate in the air. They would enter a massive hall with entrances and exits on all sides. He would notice two different halls on the first level. In the back center would be a massive statue of an angel and devil fighting among each other and a set of stairs on each side that would lead to the second floor.

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Cadaiver and Paramiere watch as the door opens and feel the darkness rushing from out of the building as Chris opens the doors. They both look at each other as Chris tries once more to speak to them as if they were friends rather than enemies. Reluctantly, the two venture into the castle, keeping their distance from the boy. The make note of the change in power from Chris's digimon. Something happens to the two of them, but a change is not as noticeable in them as it is Skylar and the others.

"Well then, so much for thinking that Chris and his new found courage would get us all the way to Marcus."

"Child, you should have known that there was more to this place than a few big shots and their beastly guard serpents." Cadiaver would shake his head and walk through the castle's main floor, staying on the blood colored carpet. He made his way over to the large statue and examined it. There was a certain admiration that he had for this piece of art. "Kind of Ironic, don't you think?"

"What do you mean?" The guilmon would walk past Chris and join Cadaiver at the statue.

"This place wreaks of the demonic, but yet this one sculpture remains intact as the world sees it, good overcoming evil." He would scratch his chin as he continued to look. "I would think that it would be quite the reverse here."

"That is because as much as one would like to change things to fit their ideals, there are a few things that will never be altered." At the top of the stairs would be a rather bony creature with black wings and a wooden staff. His skin would be red and it would be apparent that he was clothed in very skiny black pants that covered his legs as tight as another layer of skin. Light from the lanterns around them would glitter off the various pieces of metallic arm that was in small areas of his body like the digimon's hands and feet. "Nonetheless, I am SkullSatamon and to what pleasure do we owe such a large group... we have become quite busy as of late, I wonder what the situation could possibly be this time." He would say as he shifted from talking to the group to talking to himself.

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Marcus had to merely watch as his body walked against his own accord towards there destination. At the end of the hall they had been walking for what seemed like hours, a set of golden doors would appear in the growing darkness. A line of light could be seen creeping out of the areas of the door frame.

"Aw, don't be too upset with yourself, your torture is almost over... I think." Pandamon would stand at the doors and then open them, allowing the light to flood out and overtake the darkness.

Within the doors a boy with short blond hair and shining wings would be standing or rather floating with a smile on his face. "Why hello there... Marcus. Come right in."

Marcus would groan, not wanting to go, but not really having much of a choice as the boy's voice only seemed to drive his body even further from Marcus's control.

Pandamon and Lillymon would follow behind Marcus and close the doors, resealing the light and returning the dark hall back to its previous state of morbidity.

((I do, but only because I know that you can take it... the question is for how long and I told you, you won't have to worry about fights here, that would be really mean to do.))

The skeletal creature would walk do the stairs and come to me Chris, easily towering over the boy. "Hmmm... is that so?" He would begin to circle around the boy and his petit digimon and angel. "Well I can't say that I know of a Marcus, but I do know of a Lucemon... regrettably, he said that he wished not to be disturbed, not even by me, is own brother." He would stop and scratch his bony chin. "Do you have any idea why that might be?"

Cadaiver and Paramiere would step away from the group, not wanting at all to be associated with Chris and his gang of do-gooders.

((In all honesty, I want this to be an experience for you as well as it is for me... develop your character outside of the points when he's about to die. :/ ))

Ah, yes... that was always a rather found hobby of Lucy." The digimon would walk away from Chris, not at all saying that he wanted him to follow aloud, but it would be wise to if Chris wanted to hear the rest of what this digimon had to say. "I wouldn't be surprised if your so called friend was unfortunate enough to be one of his victims." If the digimon had ears they would have perked up at the sound of Chris asking about a Pandamon. "Oh, poor brother Beelzey... he too, assuming the same of Marcus, feel victim to Lucy's tests... got'em locked up in the suit of a panda he did... not to bright the reason behind it either." The SkullSatamon would chuckle as he used his staff as a walking stick to help him up the stairs. He would stop at a very large see-through door at the top of the stairs, not yet on either the east or west wing. "So I take it you want to see Lucy?"

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On first glance, Paramiere would not like this SkullSatamon simply because of how nice it was. She would cross her arms and stare at it, keeping watch in case something was to go amuk.

On the other hand, ChaosPiedmon would be the complete opposite, finding a certain liking in the deviled digimon. He would be quick to follow it with his eyes and then in actual movements and the digimon moved up the stairs. He and Paramiere would keep behind Chris and company.

"Well then, we must move on then if you want to make the show. I here that his works of art are really quite interesting." The digimon would start to walk up the left set of stairs, using both walking stick and guard rail as he walked. "I wonder what he has in mind for a human or rather... is this Marcus a human or a digimon with a yggdrasil-forsaken nickname?" Despite how most society when use the lord and forsaken in the same sentence, SkullSatamon's was quite tamer without a hint of aggression in his voice.

The SkullSatamon would stop in his progress at the question and then look back with a look of surprise on his black face. "If asked a question, would you not give an answer? If asked to do something that was in your power, would you not do it, just for the sake of having some sort of peace with yourself and the other?" The digimon would shake his head and then tap the base of his staff on the carpeted stairs. "You humans are quite odd, I don't see how you have not yet destroyed each other with all this confrontation that you cause with petty antics and whatnot." He would turn from the boy and continue to walk. "If you ask to go somewhere and see someone and I have an answer to both, I will do what I can because I'm not one for confrontation." The digimon would ascend into the West wing, up a spiraling staircase and then enter a much brighter room with statues of digimon, lined against a near white wall that only reflected the light of the many candle sources.

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Marcus would step forward towards the angel and look at him with a glare of anger. His body would be burning as the orange colored aura flickered around his body like the starts of a soon-to-come fire.

"My, my, my... look at you. I almost didn't recognize you, you've grown well." Lucemon would come to stand, no longer floating, and would walk around the boy as he inspected him. "Overuse of darksoul has done you well, your features have been modeled by it. You no longer have that naive, innocent look that you had three years ago. How have you been?" The boy would chuckle and return to standing in front of him.

"I would have been better without--"

"The thing inside of you?" Lucemon would interrupt. "Yes, I dare say that your growth was because of it... otherwise, you'd probably be dead by now. I'm surprised that you've managed to stay sane."

"It wasn't easy, but... like you said, I've changed."

Lucemon would sit on air again and cross his fingers in his lap. "That you have and now it's time to collect the results of my little experiment." Lucemon would point one hand at Marcus and then raise it slowly.

"What tha?!" Marcus would be shocked as he was lifted from off the ground. "Put... Put me down!" He would cry.

"Hmph... you can't keep it inside you, ya know? Otherwise, you will be consumed as it eats its way out of you." The angel would then rise and begin to walk towards the boy and then thrust his other hand into the boy's chest, an aura of digicode, coding his pale, white hand.

"GAK....GAAAAAH!!" Marcus would scream as the hand entered him. The digital pain of it all would cause his digisoul to ignite like a wildfire, consuming both him and Lucemon. "St... STOP... IT HURTS!!" He cries like a child being tormented physically.

"Oh stop your whining, it'll only take... a second." The angel's smile would fade into a frown of frustration as his hand would start to dig inside of Marcus's chest, in search of the digitama that he laid inside of the boy so long ago. "Well... this is a bit of a surprise." He would say as something black and corroded would begin to sprout from the hole.

Black tendrils would slowly start to wiggle and around the boy's digital wound. It would appear as if there was a dark creature taking habitation inside of Marcus's body and it had been nurtured well by the darksoul, causing it to become corrupt and evil.