#ask-sassywizardmon

“Myyy…L-lord?” A Bakemon opened the door to the thrown room where Myotismon was having a quiet moment with his queen Wizardmon.

“This better be good,” he growled, his lips still against the blushing stitched digimon’s neck from a kiss.

“Ehehe,” the ghost looked to the ground, he would have blushed too if it was possible. “It’s just…DarkCherubimon has…um…returned. She wishes to speak with you, m’lord..”

Wizardmon’s ears perked up and he pushed Myotismon’s head away and wiggled free of his grip. Taking his place in a smaller seat beside the vampire, he smiled to the Bakemon and said “Let her in.”

The Bakemon backed away and opened the door, allowing DarkCherubimon to enter. At first, everything seemed proper and right. Surely, the large rabbit like digimon had returned successful from her spying on the Celestial and other holy digimon.

But as DarkCherubimon got closer, it became apparent that there was something wrong. Something very wrong. She was transparent! And her eyes were pure white now.

Wizardmon took off his hat, bowing his head. "Oh DarkCherubimon..." he whispered.

Cherubimon stopped at the same place that she had once stood days before, down on one knee as she bowed to Myotismon. A quiet fell over the room for a moment. "M'lord...I'm sorry. I failed you," she finally broke the silence. "The holy digimon saw through my disguise, broke my magic spell and captured me. They offered to heal my data, make me holy again," she said, looking up to the vampire lord.

"And?" Myotismon asked, sounding bored.

"I spat in their faces and they killed me. I am only loyal to you, Lord Myotismon."

The vampire leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. "I can see that. Did you get any information before you were found out?" He asked in a softer voice.

Cherubimon nodded and told her master all that she had found out. Once she was done, she stood up. "M'lord, might I ask something of you?" Myotismon leaned back in his chair, nodding to show he was listening to her. "Would it be possible for a small tomb stone to be created for me in the grave yard? So that I may be remembered?"

Myotismon closed his eyes, a frown on his face. "No," he said, pushing himself to his feet. Wizardmon scolded at the vampire, about to speak but Myotismon continued speaking. "A small tomb stone will not be enough for such a loyal servant. I will have a beautiful grave marker constructed for you," he said flashing Cherubimon a fangy smile.

The large rabbit like digimon smiled back at Myotismon and nodded. "Oh thank you, m'lord...And thank you both for everything you've ever done for me," She smiled even wider, a few tears starting to come to her eyes and roll down her face. "Good bye."