11-26-2006, 06:15 AM
"Angel honey, I have something I wish for you to do." Lilithmon glanced away from the window of her bedroom to stare at her daughter.
Daughter. What an unusually alien concept to one such as herself. Brought about from a night of unbridled lust with one of those digidestined, her child, Angel now stood before her. The child was somewhat of a disappointment really as she appeared human with seemingly no digimon traits at all.
"Yes, mother?" Came Angel's quiet reply. Angel, short for Evangeline, was the outsider of her mother's family. They treated her with the minimal respect only because of her mother. It was hard being the daughter of one of the seven great demon lords when you've nothing to prove such.
"Here." With a light toss, a small box floated over to Angel.
"What is it?" Angel asked, opening the box to reveal two dark idols that seemed to pulse with an unusual power. Staring from them to Lilithmon, she couldn't help but be a bit confused over the strange gift.
Staring at her daughter quietly, Lilithmon returned her gaze to outside her window. "..Your father wanted you to have these once you were old enough." She finally spoke, a softness in her voice normally unheard by Angel. Rising and walking towards her child, she chuckled as the girl flinched upon her approach.
Unsurprising as she used to torture the child in every way she could think of to draw out the child's latent power. "What are they..?" Angel wondered, relaxing after realizing she wasn't to be hit again.
"Power." Lilithmon replies simply, staring down at Angel. "As well as your last chance to prove yourself worthy of being called my daughter."
Angel wanted to tell her mother, to show her she did have powers.. but no. Now wasn't the time. Picking up both idols, Angel gritted her teeth as they began to fuse into her flesh upon touching them, transforming her body before Lilithmon's eyes and leaving a new form before her.
"So.. just as I suspected. You're a chosen child like your father was.." Lilithmon spoke to the newly formed hybrid before her. "Can you use the other form, Angel?"
"It's Twilightmon now." The pink-haired warrior of darkness spoke, narrowing her eyes. While quite different in appearance, Twilightmon seemed more like a normal digimon instead of a legendary warrior. "I can't use the other spirit yet.. that will take some time."
Lilithmon offered a small smile in response, finding this new form more appropriate for a child calling herself the daughter of Lilithmon. "I wish for you to cause destruction.. mayhem.. death and despair all in the name of chaos." She spoke, her smile slowly widening. "And when you've become strong, come back to me and we shall see if you truely are my daughter."
Smirking, Twilightmon placed her hands on her hips. "Yeah.. we'll see alright.." Was her only words as she walked out her mother's room to begin her journey. With her mother's words, she found a purpose for living, for enduring such torture for fourteen years. And now she would have her revenge someday soon.
Daughter. What an unusually alien concept to one such as herself. Brought about from a night of unbridled lust with one of those digidestined, her child, Angel now stood before her. The child was somewhat of a disappointment really as she appeared human with seemingly no digimon traits at all.
"Yes, mother?" Came Angel's quiet reply. Angel, short for Evangeline, was the outsider of her mother's family. They treated her with the minimal respect only because of her mother. It was hard being the daughter of one of the seven great demon lords when you've nothing to prove such.
"Here." With a light toss, a small box floated over to Angel.
"What is it?" Angel asked, opening the box to reveal two dark idols that seemed to pulse with an unusual power. Staring from them to Lilithmon, she couldn't help but be a bit confused over the strange gift.
Staring at her daughter quietly, Lilithmon returned her gaze to outside her window. "..Your father wanted you to have these once you were old enough." She finally spoke, a softness in her voice normally unheard by Angel. Rising and walking towards her child, she chuckled as the girl flinched upon her approach.
Unsurprising as she used to torture the child in every way she could think of to draw out the child's latent power. "What are they..?" Angel wondered, relaxing after realizing she wasn't to be hit again.
"Power." Lilithmon replies simply, staring down at Angel. "As well as your last chance to prove yourself worthy of being called my daughter."
Angel wanted to tell her mother, to show her she did have powers.. but no. Now wasn't the time. Picking up both idols, Angel gritted her teeth as they began to fuse into her flesh upon touching them, transforming her body before Lilithmon's eyes and leaving a new form before her.
"So.. just as I suspected. You're a chosen child like your father was.." Lilithmon spoke to the newly formed hybrid before her. "Can you use the other form, Angel?"
"It's Twilightmon now." The pink-haired warrior of darkness spoke, narrowing her eyes. While quite different in appearance, Twilightmon seemed more like a normal digimon instead of a legendary warrior. "I can't use the other spirit yet.. that will take some time."
Lilithmon offered a small smile in response, finding this new form more appropriate for a child calling herself the daughter of Lilithmon. "I wish for you to cause destruction.. mayhem.. death and despair all in the name of chaos." She spoke, her smile slowly widening. "And when you've become strong, come back to me and we shall see if you truely are my daughter."
Smirking, Twilightmon placed her hands on her hips. "Yeah.. we'll see alright.." Was her only words as she walked out her mother's room to begin her journey. With her mother's words, she found a purpose for living, for enduring such torture for fourteen years. And now she would have her revenge someday soon.