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What a lovely specimen. He could be useful for his experiments.
That’s what Ken thought when he saw the other from a distance. Without knowing anything about them as he watched the other be walked up to the crown’s dais.
Of course, he didn’t expect to actually be allowed to experiment on the servant yet. All new servants were kept off the list of allowed specimens until they did something bad or the crown was certain the original master didn’t want them back.
Ken stayed in the shadows, watching the proceedings without being able to hear their low voices, and fully knowing that only weak digimon wouldn’t know he was there. Then his name was called for and he marched out of the shadows towards the dais.
“Ken, this one is yours.” The Lord of the Castle stated calmly. Ken blinked behind his purple tinted sunglasses.
“I already have Wormmon, Lord Milleniummon. A human is useless to me.”
“Even a human that can shift between organic and digital? At will?” The dragon chuckled, no doubt having their own agenda for giving Ken such a useful new servant.
Another human like himself and Ryou-san? And one not empowered by Milleniummon? Oh all the possibilities for how and why it happened. What differences might be between them.
“Thank you, milord. Must I be… careful with him?”
“He’s yours.”
Ken thanked the crown again, before leading the boy away. Once far enough, he stopped and turned around to examine his new servant properly.
“Call me Master Ken, you’ll do as I ask, when I ask it. Some of your duties will be to fetch me food and drink at appropriate times. Your name and digital form?”
Kouichi Kimura was no longer. When given the corrupted spirits of darkness, the chosen had lost his humanity just as Cherubimon had designed. But instead of being drafted into the war, the newly christened Duskmon, warrior of darkness, was assigned to the powerful digigod known as Milleniummon.
Duskmon was a clean slate with all the power of a warrior and no strings attached. Well, except for those that kept him under command. He didn’t know - couldn’t remember - what else there was. The warrior figured that it was simply... destiny that he became the prince’s plaything.
As the heir apparent lurked within the shadows, the spirit could sense their presence even in a lower powered form. As Ken was called forth, the warrior lowered to a knee, bowing his head before them.
Kouichi could have been mistaken for a relation of the prince. But under the influence of the spirits of darkness, Duskmon’s lower form appeared slightly different. The usual dark blue eyes seemed purple due to the glassy red data flowing through him, and black lines dripped down over his cheeks.
“Duskmon, human spirit of darkness,” he replied at once, straightening his stance. “Whatever you ask, when you ask of it, is my command, Master Ken.”
