The Two Coronamons

Chapter 16: All for Dad

Axeknightmon sits on his throne looking at a small screen.

"You've got to be kidding me..." He grumbles. Piedmon walks from the shadows.

"What's wrong my lord? Is this something about Whispered digivolving again?" Piedmon asks. Axeknightmon shakes his head.

"Yes, but another part. It seems he's gotten a bit closer with the human."

"So in other words, he won't be as destructive as before..?" Piedmon smirks.

"To have your way of thinking, Piedmon. It would be a gift..." Axeknightmon chuckles. "He'll be destructive in a different way. But fear not, he'll be the only wild virus program in the digital world. Come with me." Axeknightmon stands up and walks to another dark room. There is a small podium off to the side. Connected to it are seven collars, each one with a different ex general's name on it.

"What will collars do? Taming them for a dog show?" Piedmon remarks.

"Not exactly. Once I get that brat and his digimon away, except for Coronamon of course, I will hunt down each general, and force them to wear what I'll call the "Whispered collar"." Axeknightmon says.

"Wow...creative, sir." Piedmon says sarcastically, shifting his weight to one hip. "And how exactly would this "Whispered collar" work?" Piedmon asks, tracing the outline of the collar on top that says "Dorbickmon".

"Simple really, once the collar is on, spikes fueled with darkness would sink into their neck, changing them. Each of them would get their own Whispered form, with a color change. Though, it also works as a mind control device, limiting free will or thoughts to almost nothing. And one more cool thing, this will give them upgrades to their armor and fighting ability, making them stronger!" Axeknightmon says, looking at Piedmon.

"Genius, my lord. But what if the enemy is able to break the collar?" Piedmon asks. Axeknightmon laughs sinisterly.

"The only way those collars come off..." His laughter grows louder. "Is their demise" He looks at Piedmon who starts snickering as well.

"You never fail to amaze me, My Lord. So let those brats warn the generals, they're doomed anyway." Piedmon laughs along loudly with Axeknightmon. Myotismon hears them from a far corner while he bandages his arm.

"And I thought my laugh was ugly..." He scowls, returning to aiding his wounds. "Ugh...out of all the time Piedmon had to be right, why earlier? Now I won't be allowed to fight anymore. This is bullshit." The vampire curses, taking his red mask off and laying down on his bed. "At least I don't have to deal with that flower when she digivolves." Myotismon chuckles.

(With us)

"You know what? I think fighting that Axeknightmon guy would be better than all this walking." Lalamon complains.

"Lalamon, you're not walking. You're floating." I snap back, turning my head to the side.

"Same thing. I'm used to floating around." She adds. "But seriously though, I can't wait until we find our next resting point. Why must we walk so much anyway?" Her complaints filled my ears as I stopped and fully turned my body around.

"Do you want Axeknightmon to wreak havoc on innocent digimon? Do you want to risk your own father getting hurt?" I accuse, Lalamon reeling back.

"No I would never!"

"Then quit complaining and show you care about your loved ones!" I bellow, turning back around. Lalamon seals her mouth shut and flies lower to the ground, next to Guilmon.

"Damn, that was harsh." Whispered admits.

"Like you haven't said worse." I snap and continue walking, and they all follow me. He was right though, it was harsh. I know it to be the truth but my sleep wasn't so peaceful and I was known for being rude and a bit more snarky. I kept on walking. The trees were certainly at peace, the leaves green and lush. I grip onto the satchel gifted to me by Olegmon. I take a few deep breaths as I walk, trying to calm myself down. I got this far with them, I don't want the group broken up. I was doing okay until my foot got stuck on a branch and I found myself falling down a bit of a steep hill.