When a Clown Became a Demon Lord (MPC 66A) [Completed]
Sept 15, 2019 16:06:35 GMT
Post by Yuko Himura on Sept 15, 2019 16:06:35 GMT
MPC Name: Well, you asked for it
MPC Number: 66A
Reward Requested: Posts
MPC Number: 66A
Reward Requested: Posts
Yuko and her partner Digimon, Jokermon, had once again boarded a Trailmon to their next destination, and once again the villainous jester had scammed some first class tickets for both of them. Honestly, it was only a matter of time before they actually got in trouble thanks to his little trickery and antics. And that brought Yuko to finally ask the question that had been nagging on her mind for a while now… right after she finished her first class dessert, of course. After all, in the Digital World, unlike Digimon who could just feed on data if need be, humans needed digitized food on a regular basis.
“So, what’s exactly the deal with your whole ‘Demon King of the Digital World’ title? Did it ever actually mean anything? ‘Cause, as far as I know, nobody takes you seriously nowadays.” The young Japanese delinquent asked, resting both her feet on top of their table. This got her a judgmental glare from a golden coin-shaped Digimon sitting nearby, who mumbled “Most unorthodox…” under its bushy mustache.
Jokermon, meanwhile, took his sweet time answering her question, since he was busy enjoying a glass of the finest red wine. “Ahhh… Exquisite, don’t you think? Alas, if only you were old enough to drink.” The cultured clown sighed contently, as he set his empty glass back on the table and smiled widely at Yuko. “Funny that you should ask that. In a few of my past lives I’ve acted as a proper Demon King, terrorizing the populace and having so much fun doing it, until someone put an end to me - usually either some idiot Tamer with goggles, or one of the royal dogs of Yggdrasil. Other times, I’ve been but a humble Fool, staying in the background and laughing at everyone else’s misery. Bahahahahahahaha!!” The self-proclaimed Demon King burst in loud, obnoxious laughter, annoying many of the other passengers.
“Your past lives sound so charming.” The delinquent girl remarked, sarcasm practically oozing from her tone. The more she found out about Jokermon, the more concerned she was. If his words were to be believed and weren’t merely an exaggeration of the truth, then she really had some kind of anime super-villain in her hands, who seemed to have next to no remorse for his actions. “Anything else of note you did?” Yuko reluctantly asked, almost scared to hear the answer at this point.
“Hmmm, there was that one time I became one of the Seven Great Demon Lords.” Jokermon casually replied, clasping his hands behind his head and leaning back on his seat.
The Tamer’s eyes widened considerably at that. “Demon Lords?! You mean… like that Lucemon guy? Okay, now you HAVE to tell me how that happened!”
The smiling jester nodded. “Indubitably! I was debating for a while whether I should change my title to reflect that, but ‘Former Demon Lord of Sloth’ just doesn’t sound as catchy. It happened a long, long, long time ago… I believe it must have been around the time period you humans collectively refer to as the nineties.”
“So, what’s exactly the deal with your whole ‘Demon King of the Digital World’ title? Did it ever actually mean anything? ‘Cause, as far as I know, nobody takes you seriously nowadays.” The young Japanese delinquent asked, resting both her feet on top of their table. This got her a judgmental glare from a golden coin-shaped Digimon sitting nearby, who mumbled “Most unorthodox…” under its bushy mustache.
Jokermon, meanwhile, took his sweet time answering her question, since he was busy enjoying a glass of the finest red wine. “Ahhh… Exquisite, don’t you think? Alas, if only you were old enough to drink.” The cultured clown sighed contently, as he set his empty glass back on the table and smiled widely at Yuko. “Funny that you should ask that. In a few of my past lives I’ve acted as a proper Demon King, terrorizing the populace and having so much fun doing it, until someone put an end to me - usually either some idiot Tamer with goggles, or one of the royal dogs of Yggdrasil. Other times, I’ve been but a humble Fool, staying in the background and laughing at everyone else’s misery. Bahahahahahahaha!!” The self-proclaimed Demon King burst in loud, obnoxious laughter, annoying many of the other passengers.
“Your past lives sound so charming.” The delinquent girl remarked, sarcasm practically oozing from her tone. The more she found out about Jokermon, the more concerned she was. If his words were to be believed and weren’t merely an exaggeration of the truth, then she really had some kind of anime super-villain in her hands, who seemed to have next to no remorse for his actions. “Anything else of note you did?” Yuko reluctantly asked, almost scared to hear the answer at this point.
“Hmmm, there was that one time I became one of the Seven Great Demon Lords.” Jokermon casually replied, clasping his hands behind his head and leaning back on his seat.
The Tamer’s eyes widened considerably at that. “Demon Lords?! You mean… like that Lucemon guy? Okay, now you HAVE to tell me how that happened!”
The smiling jester nodded. “Indubitably! I was debating for a while whether I should change my title to reflect that, but ‘Former Demon Lord of Sloth’ just doesn’t sound as catchy. It happened a long, long, long time ago… I believe it must have been around the time period you humans collectively refer to as the nineties.”
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Total Word Count: 512
Total Word Count: 512
