Even through the intense surge of fury you can't help but feel a sense of surprise when your Kuma Tsume makes contact with Astamon's jaw. A feeling that is only redoubled when Sparks' fireblast hits home a moment later, carrying him towards the chamber's wall. The Demon Lord impacts a millisecond later, sinking halfway into the surface-before immediately halting in place.
Fist still outstretched, you pause as the roaring golden pyre is snuffed out by a single pulse of
Sloth, then blink in shock.
He made no move to defend himself. Why?
Astamon regards the two of you with eerie calmness from the indent his body made in the wall, aura still utterly stable and controlled. He's not angry, frightened or even excited. All you can pick up is…
satisfaction?
"Damnit Verge, why'd ya have to go and punch him?!"
"... you were in the midst of unleashing a spell."
"Yeah, but you hit him first!" Through the faux complaints, Sparks makes his way up to your pauldron, another spell at the ready. You take a defensive stance, waiting for the inevitable counterattack.
However Astamon merely pops free from the singed wall, then sets his jaw back into place with one hand. That vile, damnable smirk is
still plastered upon his face.
"Alright listen up ya bastard. I don't care if you're the Gloaming High Lord, stay away from my friggen' niece or else." You add a deep growl to his statement, claws popping free from their sheaths. It hadn't been long since you'd used
Tekkousou, but you're fully willing to try and use that technique again.
"Good." And Astamon surprises you again by
nodding in respect. "Very good."
"What?!"
C-come again?
"Never compromise on that moral resolve of yours." The confounding Demon Lord murmurs somberly, ignoring your threats so he can plop back into his seat. "Those ideals are what makes you worthy."
Worthy?… he-what is-Ideals?-Verge you…
"Sonuvabitch." Sparks curses softly in realization.
"You knew we were never gonna take that stupid bet, didn't you?"
"I had hoped for this reaction, but it wasn't a certainty." The Demon Man admits, one hand idly rubbing his jaw. "And had you accepted I would have been disappointed, but gotten rid of a thorn all the same."
"Then, you spent the last minutes provoking us as… a test?" You shoot the clearly not-well digimon a baffled look. "Why?"
"Your measure has been taken, and not found wanting." Astamon explains with a low,
happy chuckle. It makes your hackles rise up again. "You two might really be the ones to do it."
… is he about to ask for a favor?
"Er, what exactly are we supposed to be doin'?" Your friend asks cautiously.
"I've lived long enough to see my companions compromise on everything they once believed in, then fall despite, or perhaps even because of those betrayals." He explains with a very tired sigh. "And I've turned Daemon's hope for independence into a horde of slavering wretches." Astamon seems to sink in on himself, his presence suddenly seeming a great deal smaller and less impressive than before.
He just looks… tired.
"You want a worthy death."
"Spirits below…" Sparks curses.
"You actually are crazy."
"Possibly." And just like that the Demon Lord's larger than life presence is back. "But I've never been a mon to stand by and let myself be slain." His smirk returns next. "I'm merely aware that deletion is a possibility in the coming months, and I've accepted that. At least should my demise comes from the correct set of hands."
You and Sparks share a glance of disbelief, then turn to look at Astamon for an explanation. The Demon Lord calmly reaches for the damaged table, and then flicks it over.
"Revealing everything now would spoil things, I can't have that." The Gloaming's leader muses. "And as Duftmon would say, where's the fun in that?"
Duftmon?
"He another old friend of yours?"
"We've worked together before." He chuckles, finding vast amounts of amusement in
something. "And still hold Gentlemon's bets from time to time."
… why does it sound familiar?
"Tch, sounds like a real jackass."
"Quite." With that final nod the Demon Lord stands up and turns his full attention on you. "Now before I go, there is one final lesson to impart." Something about his tone sets your body on edge, and the
dark aura manifesting around his leg only solidifies your concern. "Consider this recompense for my actions today."
"Oi! What do you think you're-" Is as far as the Wisemon gets before a wave of Astamon's hand and an application of will crushes him against the floor. Annoyance dealt with, the Demon Man lazily raises his right leg up and-
"Maverick."
=== Choose One:
[]Observe.
[]Defend.
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AN: There's a few things from the outline I ended up leaving out from the final draft. Spelling a few key details out directly would be… too obvious. As for the Bet… has Verge come across as a mon that would ever bet his daughter's life?... and also huh, this ended up being shorter than I expected, only around eight hundred words.