Demonic Acquaintances
astamxn:
A sense of direction was honestly a gift thought the virus type as he once again, was lost. He sometimes didnât mind the little unexpected journeyâs. But he was growing hungry by each passing minute he spent wondering around.
He could feel his energy slowly leaving him..
âI need to find myself a snack before I de-digivole or somethin..â
He mumbled and then sighed loudly, letting his body slump as he walked more into the unknown area.Â
Having had of enough of standing around, Lucian spreads his wings and takes flight. Perhaps he could cool his head down even more by scouting for potential intruders. And thatâs just what he was doing, and finding no one to his dismay. That is until Lucemon spotted a familiar form in the distance heading to where he once was.Â
Was that...? It was. Could Balmung have reconsidered?
Completely disregarding his previous goal, Lucian quickly descends to where he spotted Astamon. âBalmung!â He shouted, to get the digital demonâs attention as he approached. Landing a few feet away from who he thought was Balmung, Lucian gives the other virus his full attention. âI see youâve returned. Have you changed your mind that quickly?â















