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In Our Darkest Days [Bone]
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Aug 19, 2019 0:49:19 GMT
Five hundred and eighty cycles prior to the current day, the Digital World was a much different place. Even the more 'normal' areas were torn apart by war and rough battlefields, one that drew several laymen into the battlefield on one side or the other. In contrast, the Dark Area was actually in relative peace. Yes, the land was ruled over by seven tyrannical leaders, but there was no question who was in charge.
No question, until one inevitably died. Less than one week prior, the prior Barbamon, Greed, found himself slain at the hands of Pride in a rough territorial dispute, and now the balance of power had shifted. Rather than wait for their land to be overcome, Greed's prior overseers - an Asuramon, with the assistance of several Sorcermon - had rounded up every Salamon and Mikemon that they could within the Dark Area. Some came willingly, others were drawn forcefully from their homes, but the question remained:
Where was Greed?
"Tch. Alright, listen up!" The several-masked Digimon cracked his knuckles, looking on at this bizarre encampment of cats. "None of you all are leaving until we find our Greed. So figure it out among yourselves - unless you want to challenge us head-on." A handful of Musyamon surrounded the area, enough for the group of cats - around sixty in total - to look on in either fear or annoyance.
Some knew that there wasn't anything special to them. Others reflected in silence, and still others looked on in fear. There was one, however, that looked fed up with it all - and stood up.
"Alright, that's enough - if you're looking for Greed, then I'm here!"
"Oh?" The Asuramon chuckled, looking on at a distance, as the other cats looked on. "Tch... I never wanted to stand up, but to be chosen for something like this... yes, this is something I have to be! I'm the one who will - !!"
He didn't even get to finish that sentence - as soon as he felt the confidence in his own words, he'd feel a sharp grip around his head. A Mikemon stood behind him, a dark glare in his eyes as his nails shone gold. The cat in front shivered in fear, that same glow taking over his entire body - until he fell to the side with a loud thunk. Nothing but a hunk of haughty metal.
"Don't insult the title." Mikemon sighed, walking past the rest of his brethren - and even a now-nervous looking Asuramon. Only once he stood at the front of the group, would he turn around. The Sorcermon fell to their knees, the Asuramon following a moment after - as Mikemon addressed the rest of the captured.
Or, he would have. "... Musyamon? Collect the rest of them that didn't think to kneel in my presence. Do what you want with their data." The cat gave a sigh, and addressed his new general directly. "Well? Don't waste my time. Show me around the old Greed's stomping grounds."
"... Yes, my Lord." He would stand, and the cat would follow right on along, rubbing one hand in the palm of another.
This is the story of Mikemon's first days as a Demon Lord.
Bonetrousled?
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Post by Amaranthus on Aug 28, 2019 9:42:41 GMT
The throne room of the demon lord, Lust… beautiful, but a grisly sight nonetheless. Decadent-stained glass windows lit the halls, the shadows obscuring the imagery of torture equipment hidden away as the queen of demons lounged in her throne, balancing a wine glass in her right hand while tossing a shrewd glare at her minion… a Mephistomon specifically. The Lilithmon held out her glass to the Ultimate level with a bored stare, frowning. "Be a lamb and fetch me more wine."
Mephistomon smiled and bowed courteously… though deep down, she silently cursed their mistress. She was duty-bound to serve her demon lord, but Lust…? They were truly insufferable… she almost missed her prior master, Wrath frankly. At least THEY got things done… this one just lazed around all day and maybe chokes out a minion that gets on her bad side. It was times like this she almost wished she got traded away to another demon lord, even if it meant needing to go through "re-acclimation" to fit under their idea of a loyal minion.
Beneath her smile, she had a hateful gaze. Taking the glass, the baphomet poured a fresh batch of blood-red wine distilled and curated by the best there was in all the Digital World. As her mistress sipped her new drink, Mephistomon saw the opportunity to pop the question. "As your missionary and in light of the newest Greed's appearance, I was thinking we could seek to further our ties with a fellow Demon Lord by offering a token of our appreciation." she spoke bowing to her lord. "I may arrange an order from the nearest Vulcanusmon for a beautiful, high-value gold alloy mask for our new Greed. I would think that it would do much to improve our standings with him."
To her dismay however, the Lilithmon regarded the suggestion with little more but a mere side-look as they expressed a look of disgust. "Why should I bother giving anything to that sleeze anyway? All Greeds are dirtbags who only care about getting rich and nothing else. The last one got himself killed cause he thought trying to take on Pride was a good idea. This one will be just as much a dumbass." the demoness retorted, gazing at Mephistomon with a scowl. "You may be my commanding officer, but know your place Mephistomon. And know MY place."
The Ultimate level frowned somewhat, but they relented at Lust's statements as they bowed courteously to them. "Of course, madam. Forgive me." she apologized, soon taking her leave to attend to her other duties…
She certainly did know her place… she just wasn't so sure Lust did herself.
Finding the right opportunity wasn't tricky… Lust never really kept track of her minions due to her lackadaisical method governing her domain, but finding a good time where she could sneak off for a lengthy period of time without suspicion? Far trickier than you would think…
It was only a few days after the new Greed was reinstated into his position… and truth be said, Mephistomon was a bit nervous about the whole endeavor. She was out on her own, and truth be said she didn't know how ruthless this Greed was compared. Regardless, the Ultimate level was shrouded by a cloak as she held onto a box… she awaiting at the gates of Greed's domain for an answer.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Aug 28, 2019 22:23:20 GMT
At the very least, Amaranthus could be certain she was in the right place. The gates that she stood before were a radiant gold, closed before an immaculate path made of a mix of white sand and pristine granite led to a marble palace in the distance. Even when compared to Lust, the scale of grandeur and wealth could simply be felt by standing in its presence.
... Of course, this was the inherited abode of the old greed. It couldn't even be said that the current incarnation had the same tastes, or if this castle would even last to the end of the month. As the Mephistomon stood outside the gate, she'd soon hear the crackling of a flame, a familiar figure approaching from behind.
"Eh? The new Lord is just on his feet and the others are already sending their seconds to harass him?" The Asuramon was immediately and openly suspicious, cracking his knuckles as he assessed the situation. Surely the new Greed would like an example made of this one -
- But before anything could come of it, the arm of a Stingmon was held up against his chest, the bug-type glaring towards a side mask. And a few yards behind, the figure of the hour made their presence known:
A Beastmon (X). The tall feline, with golden rings hanging from their tails, gave a blink in the Mephistomon's direction. "Stingmon?"
"Mephistomon. The current Lust's personal aide and advisor - though that was a matter of at least a year ago." The last time that he would have seen Lust on decent terms.
"Hmph." His gaze settled on the Asuramon. "She decides to come of her own accord and you still harass her? Take a break and polish the statues - lest you join them."
"S-sir..." He gave a nervous bow, as the Stingmon walked on by, unlocking the gate. "Lady Amaranthus, Greed shall make your company shortly. As a matter of security, I'm afraid I'll have to examine that gift." He gave a short bow as the Beastmon and Asuramon walked past the gate. "Unfortunately, it appears that the last greed managed to break Lust's heart at some point. A pity."
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Post by Amaranthus on Aug 30, 2019 22:21:16 GMT
The Demon Lords and their armies held a very "eye-for-an-eye" idealogy... Any being that posed a threat to them was to be labelled an enemy and destroyed, though when it came to the actual confrontations between the lords, that was fairly rare. Nonetheless, Amaranthus knew she was a stranger to these parts and was quickly singled out by the four-faced demon man Digimon, pausing her movements. "Oh please, don't you know how to treat ladies? At least show me your good face, dear." she snarked, ready to spring to action if she had to...
She didn't though.
The insectoid Digimon that intervened was not alone; the presence of the Beastmon immediately identifiable to the devil goat... from which she returned the favor by kneeling to the new heir of the emblem of Greed. To not would have been a great show of disrespect... and suicide for most. Still, the Mephistomon kept her cordial attitude as Stingmon identified her for the new lord(ess).
As soon as it was just her and the Stingmon, Amaranthus dusted herself off as she held the package within one palm. "Of course, of course... I merely wished to offer a housewarming gift for the new Greed. A token of appreciation from Lust's faction you could say... I assure you, regicide is not my intentions towards the new Greed." she politely spoke as she handed the gift... from which if it were opened up, an ornate golden-beaked mask. Despite their surrounding's darkness, it glimmered radiantly and held a polish so clear that it was able to reflect its surroundings perfectly.
Even though she was bound to Lust as their servant... she couldn't help but chuckly grimly at the mention of her master's fling with the past Greed. "Ahhh yes... She still has not forgiven him for petrifying her pet after it decided to go and wander into your territory... I do not exactly expect her to open up to the current one frankly as well." she mused, placing a hand by her chin as she scratched it. To be fair, she WARNED Lust to not try and chain a Breakdramon up. "Regardless, it is my duty as her domain's adviser and diplomat to assist in patching our relations with the other Demon Lords. As the winds of fate blow, new avenues open... no?"
Though she maintained an almost polite and gentlemanly persona, Amaranthus deep down was frankly quite terrified. She was going against Lust's wishes and would surely be either tortured at best... and with what she was hoping to achieve was found out? Death would be mercy when it came to Lust's hands.
She was taking a gamble here coming all alone.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Aug 31, 2019 2:31:09 GMT
The Mephistomon's compliance and respect was well warranted, of course: her kneeling was met with a simple nod from the Beastmon, not earning a single word in her direction. In the face of a being who could likely smite her with little effort, perhaps Amaranthus would feel this as a blessing.
Or perhaps she would simply see it as 'par for the course', being used to the same interaction with Lust.
"Hm? A housewarming gift from you?" Stingmon's tone was curious at that. "Interesting. I figured that it would have been a token offering from Lust herself." All the same, the insect still took the package in hand, opened it, and examined the golden mask within. He didn't comment on its quality, turning it once around, even taking a moment to hold it briefly against his face.
"It hasn't cursed me, and it hasn't made me an eternal servant to Lord Lust, so I should assume that this is fine." He replaced the mask in the box, giving a nod to the goat's chuckle. "Indeed, though to be fair, a beast made of drills and tank parts didn't seem to fit Lust's motif... at the time, anyway. And yes, there is some value in bridging that gap... though I should warn you, you should not treat this greed with the same manner as the last. My Lord holds competence in the highest regard, though perhaps due to his youth, I would say he's... impatient. At any rate, please follow me." It wouldn't take long for the Mephistomon to be led through the castle gates, across the path into the abode proper. Perhaps Amaranthus would remember this place from ages ago: a royal palace with fine linen, meticulous statues of 'greater catches' lining the front walkway, and fabulously expensive linen comfortably felt beneath one's feet. But there was definitely a different air to this place.
Gone were the rich aristocrats lining the halls, seeking to expand the wealth of their Lord. Gone was the boisterous amount of free-flowing wine and alcohol... no, at the moment, fear reigned these halls, as of a group uncertain of their new Lord. It certainly would not ease the Mephistomon's fear - but she was in too deep to simply back out. She'd be led across the hall, a golden gate opened that led to Greed's court.
The Beastmon sat on an elegant wooden throne, the side of their cheek rested in a palm as she boredly sat against an armrest. The Stingmon gave a half bow, heart over his chest: "Lord Greed, I present to you our visitor, an envoy from Lust's court. She has brought a gift for you as well."
"Hm?" They eckoned the insect forward, taking the package in their hand. Stingmon had already earned Greed's trust, as they did not question the item's safety as they opened it. A familiar looking mask was on display to the feline.
"Interesting. Many simply bring random items of wealth to try and gain my appreciation, but this is personalized... and a fit for my eventual form as well, no doubt. To think that Lust had such a template..." Amaranthus' gift, at the very least, tickled the feline's interest, her tails flicking idly as she examined it.
"Very well, we shall accept this gift into our court. Mephistomon, you may stand." With a nod from his Lord, the Stingmon would take the box, and move into a room towards the back. The Beastmon sat tall, attention now fully on her guest. "Please forgive my current state and this land's disarray. Acquiring enough data to reach my penultimate form has taken far more of a toll than I would like to admit. Now."
"To what do I owe this visit?"
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Post by Amaranthus on Sept 1, 2019 12:40:23 GMT
The demon smiled, chuckling at the curious inflection within Stingmon's voice. Lust would have had her tongue for this, but that was assuming she was caught. "I thought it wise to not involve the madam with this... partly as I feel she'd be an aggressor to the new lord to be frank." she politely mused, though couldn't help but chuckle at the Stingmon's opinion of his new master. "Heh. Already talking behind his back, eh? Oh don't worry... I'll keep that between us. I will take your word." she cheekily teased in a casual manner, an attempt to take a bit of the edge off herself.
She either was going to walk away from this place a free mon, or another statue for Greed's collection. Beat whatever punishment Lust would have in store if they caught wind of her intentions.
Amaranthus had only been graced with the honor of coming to Greed's home once... back when Lust and the past Greed were a pair however briefly... No one quite knew what this new lord was like; as there have certainly been times Demon Lords were practically instant-death radiuses to all... even their own minions weren't immune to being slaughtered for merely looking at them funny. The fact she wasn't already a golden statue decorating the halls was at least a good sign...
The moment they reached the Beastmon in question, Amaranthus kneeled once more... Greed did not take offense, so that was a plus. "Handmade for the occasion. A Demon Lord should hold a touch of care for their appearance... even if it is to strike terror into the hearts of their subjects and enemies. I hope it will serve you well in the future." she sweetly spoke, finally standing as she was told to. "There is no need for apologies. Its a rare occasion for a new Demon Lord to be crowned, and I feel my own lord is squandering the oppurtunity to form a new bond after how poorly she and the last Greed burned out. I'm honored that you allowed me this visit to begin with."
She wasn't intending to simply cater to his ego though... He surely was a busy individual, and she didn't want to waste his time without making it clear what her goals of this visit were. "Well, first and foremost... I wish to introduce myself. Amaranthus; Lust's personal adviser and aide. When her moodiness is allowing her emotions and poor judgement get in the way of things, I help correct those mistakes." she introduced herself, her tone shifting to a more serious tone as she shifted the intent of her visit. "However, as of recently... I'm afraid Lust has not been quite living up to her title. Ignoring the plights of her subjects entirely and lazing about in her abode all day, indulging her hedonistic ways. Even if she denies it, there has been talk and unrest about the potential for rebellion... Needless to say, her subjects have lost faith in her."
It was then that the demoness gave out a sinister smile, flashing her teeth as she gazed at the egyptian goddess-esque Digimon before her. "What I wish to inquire... is if you wish to indulge in a little forceful democracy? Obviously, it won't be without great compensation. All I need is a little helping hand..."
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Sept 1, 2019 18:28:30 GMT
"True. A Lord's visage can be just as damning as their power."
The Beastmon agreed with that much. As for the comment on her current appearance, Greed simply returned a shrug, not really certain of Lust's intentions one way or the other. That was, perhaps, not what Amaranthus wanted to see with what she wanted to discuss further.
She introduced herself, and to Greed's delight, got straight to the point. The Mephistomon was displeased with Lust's current treatment of her subordinates and her land, so she decided to try and enlist the help of Lust's apparent equal to try and stem the problem. "Hm..."
"If I may, Lord." Stingmon spoke up, and with a nod, the insect explained: "This is not entirely uncommon. The Lords are unmatched, but in a consistent stalemate where they know they cannot fight another without weakening themselves on other fronts. Lust is not the first - several Lords have fallen into lethargy and boredom in this status quo."
"And Lady Amaranthus desires that I help stem the issue? I must say, the matter is interesting. Coming to any other Lord might have seen your head on a stake... but I can see the interest in a 'second' acting on their own desires." The Beastmon gave a grin. "I know you spoke of compensation already, but truly, I need to know how I can benefit. Speaking so strongly against your own Lord, I think you already know that your assets might already be in Lust's hands. And a golden mask, elegant as it might be, is a mere trifle in comparison to what you are asking of me."
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Post by Amaranthus on Sept 15, 2019 16:31:06 GMT
Alas... It seemed the Elephantmon in the room had to be addressed. It was quite clear now that her intentions were not benign for her lord. She nodded towards Stingmon's quick explanation. "Lust has grown lax... Allowing me to uphold some of her own personal duties among her subject. As far as she believes, she is in absolute control of her domain. She does not pay much mind to just WHAT is going on behind her back though, and that my friend is her weakness."
Treachery and betrayal... it was the working mon's tool for climbing up the ranks, and the minions of the demon lords were often not no exception. Of course, no one usually had the balls to even try that on the demon lords... usually at least. You either had to be on top of them from the getgo, or be suicidal essentially to try and pull that on them. "Obviously, I cannot face her head on... but I believe you are in possession of something that could change the tides." she mused before reaching into the robe she had... pulling out a vial. "Extract of Bacchusmon. A benign substance on its own, but mixed with alcohol...? An antithesis to nearly all digital lifeforms. I know the past Greed had some connections to one, and likely a vial of it still remains in your possession... Not even a demon lord would be able to injest it without ill effect."
Poisoning a lord...? It was a underhanded and cruel tactic, but an effective one nonetheless. However, the new Greed was a shrewd one and pointed out that compensation wasn't something she could give immediately. "Of course, of course... Lust will need to die for me to compensate you, but her fortune...? I have no need for it. Plus wouldn't that be a feather on your cap? The lords may not think of you as a threat in your current state... yet having a hand in the death of another lord so soon? That my friend is something bits couldn't buy." she spoke, seeking to plant a thought of ambition.
Power was something that wasn't simply handed down... it was earned, and even the lords had to engage in cutthroat behavior like this to stay ahead of the game. The way she saw it...? She was opening the path for a ne
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Sept 15, 2019 18:19:32 GMT
"So Lust has grown bored, and her defenses are more lax... and you wish for me to take advantage of it."
The Beastmon summarized the situation quite succinctly, tapping her claw against the edge of Greed's throne, letting Amaranthus carry on with her explanation. She spoke of a potential method - essence of Bacchusmon? "Hm, the gluttonous serpent? He's not too difficult to placate, and we do keep such poisons in store. Still, its not as if Lust would simply take a gift from us without inspection. For example, if your mask had been 'poisoned', Stingmon would have been the one to receive the ill effect."
Still, it was something to consider, the feline mulling it over as she considered her options. And Amaranthus mentioned she'd make good on payment, through Lust's own coffers, even choosing to play to his sense of pride. Greed chuckled - and she'd stand. Stand, and walk right up to the Mephistomon, claw raised to gently grasp underneath her chin, a dark grin spreading on the edge of her lips.
"I like you." She nodded. "So solely focused on this goal, willing to put everything on the line for it. Call it a little informal, but I'd like to extend my congratulations for being accepted into my inner court. Mm... Stingmon?"
"My Lord?"
"Send Asuramon to Lust's castle. Extend my gratitude for sending one of her trusted vassals as my own servant - and make it clear that Asuramon is the 'return gift'."
"As you wish." The insect bowed, the Beastmon's attention returning to the Mephistomon.
"I trust this is acceptable?"
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Post by Amaranthus on Sept 16, 2019 22:29:05 GMT
Stingmon offered good points that could prove to make the entire operation a failure if not handled well... the demon lords were used to the concept that the other lords might be out to take their lives if a feud is started, which meant this type of protection was often necessary. A shame that Lust placed her trust in the wrong individual for her case. "Child's play. That would be in my jurisdiction to protect her from would-be assassin attempts at her life, but she will not expect me to inflict wrong on her. I after all am her most loyal servant." the goat demon chuckled, already getting giddy about the concept.
The new Greed while certainly had the attitude any demon lord should have, credit was due however that they were surprisingly... fair. You know, if he/she wasn't just lying out of their ass... but it was a risk she was willing to take to escape the hellhole caste she had been born into. "She actually was presumptuous enough to assume you a dirtbag... someone not worth her time. Why not we prove her wrong?" she teased, a cruel smile to match Greed's.
For thirty cycles, she had endured being with that bastard woman... At a time, she had been naive enough to tolerate Lust's whims... but their incompetence to the name of Lust had mocked her for too long.
She gently reached for the feline demon's claw, planting a kiss on it. Such a display might have come across as essentially suicidal to your average individual... but Amaranthus felt at ease. "It shall be an honor to work with thou... This is the greatest flattery for me." she spoke, bowing courteously.
Asuramon was certainly an angry fellow it seemed, and a bit of an unfavorite just from the treatment he received earlier. It was a hilarious though to send him Lust's way, but now was not the time. "Let me return to her first... Truth is, she does not know I am even here. Of course, she doesn't need to know that." she gently informed Greed, smiling with a gleeful sadism. "I eagerly will wait for a signal from you to poison her. I already have followers eager to start a coup too, including her personal general. Her military will be easily crippled once it is struck."
And who said you couldn't have friends in high places?
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Sept 16, 2019 23:32:01 GMT
Oh, Greed definitely liked her. Even put in such a precarious position, Amaranthus took her position in stride, her voice calm and her demeanor grateful, even going as far as to plant a kiss atop her new Lord's hand. If the Mephistomon tried to do this with any sort of regret or stammering, perhaps there would be repercussions - but this demon was already proving to be a much more loyal servant than most.
"So you'll endure your mistress' wiles a touch longer? Oh, yours is a Greed that will be satisfying to sate." The Beastmon almost started to purr. "We shall organize the poison. A proper brew should take about a week's time." This Greed seemed confident in his words - did he already have a background working with such chemicals? "I trust that will be enough time to make arrangements on your end? Though I should caution, there's no guarantee her successor will be any better."
The feline smirked, stepping back to her throne. "After all, quite a few didn't agree with my new methods. Several were so content to just rest in the wealth of my ancestor... tell me, do I look like Gluttony?"
He teased, giving a signal, and the insect would step forward. "Shall we provide you an escort to our borders?"
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Post by Amaranthus on Oct 2, 2019 22:03:48 GMT
"I've endured a special form of hell all my life. What more does a few more days matter?" the Mephistomon chuckled... A small price to pay for both a freedom she so desperately coveted, and the power that could be attained. Her lord's insufferable personality has irked her for many years... to have the chance to erase it was just the appetizer for the future she seeked. She bowed, giggling girlishly at the plot that the demons were coming up with. "Take your time... I shall make sure our machinations will be prepared for that fateful day."
Despite her own ambitions, she didn't see nor care for contesting the position of Lust should it become available. She was humble in that regard and content with just the idea of perhaps serving Greed. Besides, you couldn't just simply usurp that title... the Crowns of each Demon Lord were fickle forces that were highly-selective of their chosen lord. You did not take the title... you were chosen for it. "Well, I personally just seek to better my own standings. I'll leave the rabble to sort out whose the new Lust is when that time comes." the demoness mused, eager to least move to greener pastures.
Or at least as green as it gets in the Dark Area. Nonetheless, the Mephistomon eagerly took the offer up as she walked up to the Stingmon's side... ready to make towards neutral ground.
"Mephistomon? Ohhhh Mephistomonnnn... May I inquire why my breakfast hasn't gotten here yet?" the haughty voice of Lust echoed across the chamber, balancing a glass of blood-red win in her hand... a tone that was increasingly losing its patience.
Amaranthus was... grinning and bearing it. Mornings with madam Lust were not particularly pleasant, partly due to her lord's crabby personality. It took generally a warm shower and plenty of alcohol to perk up the demon lord's mood... A very fine line between grace and the monster they really were. "Yes, well the cook was having difficulty... Acquiring the ingredients to the course. Errr... human-world lobster isn't exactly easy to come by... and no, I do not suggest we raid Leviamon's Ebidramon troops as a substitute." the Mephistomon mused, feigning diligence as normal.
"See that his hands are chopped off and fed to him forcefully. What am I paying these morons?" Lust irritably ordered, soon enough drowning her frustration out with more alcohol before holding out the glass to Amaranthus. "A little more wine. dear?"
Amaranthus solemnly nodded, motioning a pair of DemiDevimon that pushed along the wine cabinet... she picking one particular one. "Amontillado. Courtesy of Bacchusmon." the demon proudly spoke as she poured the liquid... Lust looking at it with little an afterthought before downing a sip.
The demon lord seemed to pause, savoring the sour taste for a moment before gazing back at her vassal with a curious look. "Tastes a bit off... You sure this is the right brand, Mephistomon?"
Amaranthus nodded, to which Lust seemed to take as an answer before continuing the drink. She honestly couldn't help herself feeling a tad bit giddy... Greed's gambit was having its pieces fall into place. Amaranthus estimated about a fifteen minute or so before the first ill effects arose... plenty of time to set up last-minute arrangements. "Allow me to go find our unruly chef and see that he cooks you a substitute dish... pre-hand chopping of course." she lied before soon making her way out of Lust's personal chamber... a demonic smile curving on the goat's face.
Those in the know of this coup were set to attack the moment a sign is given... All that she needed now was Greed to play his part.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Oct 2, 2019 23:17:54 GMT
Better her own standings? "Oh, your motivation is admirable. Sticking your neck so far out for your own end... that's exactly what my vice is about."
Greed would chuckle, and Amaranthus would either head out on her own or be led to the border. Yes, it would take a week to procure and curate the poison to an acceptable form, but there was another end to be met as well: though definitely more powerful than the average mega, Greed as a Beastmon would pale in comparison to Lust's full strength. If they truly wanted to succeed against a full-fledged Lord, then they would need one in turn. Especially when the full potential of Greed was a master of infiltration.
Over that last week, and especially over the last two days, Amaranthus might notice a difference in her court. A few of those that seemed vibrant or joked around suddenly seemed to be very stiff and professional, following their role to a T - and, more importantly, a few of those that were tasked with keeping an eye on the Mephistomon no longer seemed to pay them any mind. This wasn't the role of simple bribery, either: though subtle, perhaps the demon would notice the 'scent' of a Lord emanating from them.
Lust, lax as she was, probably didn't think to check the lower members of her court, which gave Greed quite the insight to her land. It also allowed Greed, disguised as a mere Mikemon, far more freedom to slip through Lust's land than she'd like to admit. And on that day, he would find himself within spitting distance of the castle.
The signal was given. The poison would soon take effect - and all that was left was to press the issue, to perform something so absurd that Lust would forget about the wine, entirely. Appearing in a stark flash of light, Greed himself appeared, in his strongest form, walking right towards the front gates of the castle, package in hand, and two gold-plated Hi-Andromon on either side of him.
Lust's guard would be called - but they were hesitant to engage, as Greed would simply reach forward and wrench open the gate to Lust's abode, a wide grin on his arrogant face as he did so, perfectly fitting the image of that arrogant man as he'd press into the foyer. "My, you call this a worthy reception? Not a single person who wants to greet me? For shame, I figured Lust, of all of us, would appreciate the company."
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