The Sublime Assassin

"My bet’s on Batsy." He huffed, he needed to calm down and he knew it. The paged-crusader already found one of his weak points he didn’t need to feed into anymore than he had.

As far as the bet went he had to go with his gut. He knew Batsy was crafty with her powers and he had much more faith in that she’d be able to secure the position. He wasn’t fond of her but nonetheless he did respect her and trust her to an extent farther than the other Lords, Lucemon included.

"The Whore? Well I guess that makes sense. Out of all us Demon Lords, she is probably the one who actually able to preform a takeover successfully; But you have missed someone."

Baalmon chuckled for a moment, before he grabbed one of the paper amulets off his mantle and tossed over to Astamon. Turning around to exit the room, he added. "That is who will be moving for control in the Dark Area first. All the Demon Lords, myself included are expendable to it. Its been making its moves in the background, but its about read to take a more proactive role in the Digital World. And it looks like it will start its plan to return with a fight right here in the Dark Area. It will being "peace" to this chaotic place we call home. "

Upon examining the paper amulet, an image of a tree could be seen. Below the image was a word that had become legend in the Digital World. The amulet read Yggdrasil.

Well, that was certainly a different offer than he expected. It also happened to hit a chord (or was it more of a nerve?), of his. Gritting his teeth the Mon knit his brows together before speaking again, “I was feelin’ generous that day.” he growled.

It was certainly true that he let the Angewomon go, though he wasn’t sure that it was so much from his preferences. He’d sensed something…different, from them but he couldn’t tell just what it was. That’s why he left a marking on their mask, so he could identify them if they happened to evolve or de-volve into whatever else.

"You’d eat anything. Now, go on play your game."

"Seems like I hit the nail on the head." He smirked. It had been a while since any of the Demon Lords has seen Astamon show any emotion other then boredom. Baalmon had discovered a loose string in him, and he wanted to see just what found happen if he pulled on it. But that would have to wait.

"Alright, Since we have come to an agreement, Whoever loses owes the winner a favor to be determined when it is to be redeemed. Seeing how we have a meeting to attend, let makes this quick. Who do you think will make a grab for Lucemon's seat first? Don't worry about me making a move for it, I figure that voids the deal."

The mon yawned, still tired from his rude awakenings, which, much to his dislike, were becoming quite frequent now. He lifted his arms up to cross over his chest while the other pondered the offer at hand.

"First off, that would be the worst punishment you could ever bestow upon a mon. Secondly, I ain’t interested in no virus, hell-raiser." He’d almost shuddered at the thought alone. As for the other offers the Mon didn’t seem any more interested. Killing annoyances was easy, well, at least if they weren’t another Lord; The other Lords never seemed to listen nor care about one another so he doubted that the paged-crusader here could stop them.

"You’re not bringing much to the table, other than a favor in return."

Surprised that none of his offers had enticed Astamon at all, Baalmon found himself growing annoyed. He figured the mutt would have love to spent a night with Lilithmon, She seemed just his type. As he thought about his next offer, something occurred to him.

"Not interested in virus types, What about a tasty morsel of a Vaccine. I heard that you had an encounter with an Angewomon and let the bitch live. I wondered why, but maybe she was your type." He laughed. "Want me to get you an pretty little angel to play with, I'd rather sink my teeth into their data, but I won't judge if you keep it."

Astamon huffed at little at the soul comment, his brows furrowing together to match his disgruntlement. He wasn’t much of a gambling mon,

…

Okay, that was lie. He gambled plenty when he wasn’t home but that was another story for another time. He liked gambling more when he knew the stakes and while the Baalmon had given him an answer of sorts, something in his gut tugged at him, urging his to decline.

"Well, that’s fine and dandy for you, but what’s in this little bet for me?"

"You can't fool me, Astamon. We all have out vices, It is a normal trait among those of us in our line of business." He had heard a story or two from an annoyed Lucemon, those stories pointed to Astamon enjoying a game of chance.

"What am I offering? Thats a good question, Lets see..." The cloaked mon went on to ponder that question for a minute or two before replying. "I could always offer a favor of my own, Whether thats killing off some annoyance for you, or keeping one of the Demon Lords off your back for a while. Hell if you want, I'll get the Whore to take you for a spin."

"I give credit where it’s due. Plus, if shit goes down like it seems it will I don’t feel like being on six Bad-sides." He shrugged, climbing and clamoring out of his pit of pillows.

Arching a brow at the amulet he seemed weary of them when the paged-crusader pulled it off and checked over it. He was always like this with the predicting and knowledge Digimon, that’s why he hated visiting Barbamon in his hell hole library. There were some things he just preferred not to know.

"The hell am I gonna bet with? A bunch of plants?"

"Usually people tend to bet their soul, although I'm pretty sure Lucemon has yours on his trophy wall. And while those plants of yours are nice, I think we can arrange a better deal, How about a favor of sorts to be determined when necessary, You never know when you'll need an ace in the hole."

After he placed the amulet back on his mantle, he crossed his arms in front of his body. He enjoyed games like this, rolling the dice on people's lives was always a good way to kill time.

Astamon brought his hands up to his hips, pushing back the gray trench coat and bringing his thumbs up to hook at his pant pockets.

"You’re underestimating them a bit much there. Sure, alone they don’t seem much of a threat, but you gotta remember, they got influence. Not just over one another either.

Batsy’s got the big-bad Tin Man and he’s got his own little army at her command.Barbs got whatever shit magic he keeps down in that shit-hole of his and books documenting who knows what. If Rainbow-Breath wasn’t such a gargantuan garbage disposal he could just eat ya and be done with it. Well, that or sit on ya, either way it aint gonna be a fun time.”

Despite all the sleeping he got, or tried to, Astamon knew quite a bit of what was going on with the other Lords. It was part of his job to keep in check with everyone and report whatever, much to his dismay. If anything the biggest threat he could foresee would be a power-hungry page-caped crusader or Batsy herself.

"Never would have guessed you of all people would have spoke so highly of the others chances; Especially the whore's chance. I didn't think you to got along, when your always fighting for Lucy's love." Baalmon pulled off one of the amulets from his mantle. Examining it he placed for a moment, before he looked over at the Mutt again.

"Well I guess time will tell who will win that power struggle won't it. How about you and I make a little bet on who moves for the position of power first." We waved the paper amulet back and forth for a second. "Unless you believe those rumors that this mantle of mine has all the answers to any question written on it."