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Angemon ducked just in time to avoid a black 'Hand of Fate' that wizzed past where his head would have been. It had been a very long time since the Digidestined had left their beloved Digimon friends and returned home. Angemon was engaged in a battle against his dreaded twin, DarkAngemon. DarkAngemon was once a good creature but was taken over by a virus. Now he was known as DarkAngemon or the angel of death! Angewomon (now Angemon's wife)stood next to their house as she watched the chaos above her. Angemon drew his fist back..."Hand of Fate!!!" he yelled as a beam of pure white glowing energy shot out from his right hand. The beam hit DarkAngemon in the chest, sending him tumbling to the ground. It was clear to see that the death angel had used up all of its strength in the fight and was too weak to dodge the blow. Angemon remained in the air, watching and waiting for the angel to devolve to a Tokomon....he never did! Angemon cautiously approached the lifeless angel and picked up one of its wings. The dark angel shrieked in pain as Angemon broke the wing over his knee. "Please! *sniff*....stop!" DarkAngemon pleaded as he gritted his teeth at the sharp pain that went through his wing. "That should keep you down to earth for awhile." said Angemon as he threw the broken wing down and picked up his staff. "Listen, I never want to see your face here again. Got that?!" DarkAngemon nodded his head as he struggled to free himself from Angemon who had a tight grasp on his coal black hair. "Now get out of here before I break your other wings!" Angemon said as he let go of the evil angel. DarkAngemon scrambled to his feet and quickly ran into the woods that were just a few feet away from where he had been lying. Angemon sighed as he turned to face Angewomon.
     All was quiet as Angemon and Angewomon slept. The day's events forgotten. Angewomon was suddenly woken by the sound of a baby crying. She quietly got out of bed, careful not to wake Angemon, and silently crept out of the room and down the hallway to a room on her left. The crying was louder as she stepped into a small room that had light blue walls and a tan rug. In the center of the room stood a small crib. Angewomon walked over to the small bed and looked in. "Awww...what's my little one so upset about?" she said in a soothing voice. Inside the crib lay Angemon and Angewomon's first child. He was about the size of a human baby and looked exactly like his father. He had a little helmet that came down over his eyes, six fuzzy wings, and golden hair that was just a tad shorter than Angemon's. As soon as the baby angel saw its mother, he stopped crying, grabbed the blanket that covered half of its body, and started to chew on it. Angewomon giggled as she reached in and picked up her son, who was now grabbing at her hair that was dangling in his face. Since BabyAngemon had stopped crying when she had entered the room, Angewomon thought that he just wanted to be held. She walked over to a chair,sat down, and again looked down at her little son who was contentedly playing with her hair. "No no...I don't think you need to chew on that!" Angewomon softly scolded as she gently pulled the twig of hair away from BabyAngemon. Seeing that he couldn't play with his mother's hair, the baby angel once again started to cry. "Awww...it's ok. Don't cry. Here play with this." Angewomon showed the angel a stuffed Tokomon. Without another word or cry, BabyAngemon slowly put his hands on the toy and hushed his crying.
      It was a good hour before Angewomon finally got BabyAngemon to go back to sleep again. But not long after that, she was again awakened by the sound of her baby crying. Angewomon, again, started to get out of bed to tend to him, but stopped and listened. There was something wrong with her child's crying....it wasn't right. She turned and nudged Angemon with her elbow, hoping to wake him up, but he just mumbled something, turned over and went back to sleep while covering his head with a pillow. "Oh Angemon, get up! Something's wrong with BabyAngemon!" By now Angewomon was shaking Angemon trying her best to wake him. "Alright! I'm up...I'm up!" said Angemon who was fed up with Angewomon shaking him. He threw off the pillow, fumbled for the light on the table beside the bed, then got up, grabbed his staff, and sleepily followed Angewomon down the hall. They both stopped before they entered their child's room. They both saw shadows of someone or something in the room where their baby was at. BabyAngemon, now, was crying at the top of his lungs. Either from being afraid of the intruder in his room or from whatever the intruder was doing to him. Angemon gritted his teeth in anger and, clutching his staff, ran into the room only to be greeted by..."DarkAngemon!" Angemon slurred the angel's name. The dark being was leaning over the side of BabyAngemon's crib, tickling the little angel's stomach. Normally the little angel loved to be tickled, but it didn't like the way DarkAngemon was touching him! Before the evil angel knew what had happened, Angemon raised his staff into the air and brought it down sharply on DarkAngemon's rear. DarkAngemon yelped in pain as he jumped back, almost tripping over his own feet. Angewomon rushed into the room, scooped up her child, and cradled him in her arms as she tried to sooth his crying. Angemon had DarkAngemon trapped in a corner on the opposite side of the room. Angewomon had never seen Angemon so angry before. The feathers on his wings stood straight up and she even thought that she heard him growl a little as he continued to back the other angel into the corner. Angewomon watched to see what would happen next as she softly stroked BabyAngemon's back. "What were you doing to my son?" Angemon asked his enemy through gritted teeth. "I- I wasn't doing anything to him! Honest!" Angewomon could tell that DarkAngemon was afraid by the way he had answered Angemon's question. "Oh yeah? Then why were you leaning over his bed?" There was a long silence. "Answer the question! Why were you leaning over my son's bed??" Angemon, again, shouted the question and pushed his staff up against DarkAngemon's neck, pinning him next to the wall and making it difficult for the angel to breathe. "I...*wheeze*...was only playing with the little tyke. You know, tickling his belly. *wheeze*" DarkAngemon was trying to get Angemon's staff away from his neck, but Angemon only pushed harder causing the evil angel to almost choke as he fought to get air to his burning lungs. "Well unless my memory has gone bad, I remember my son liking his belly tickled, and unless my hearing is off tonight, that wasn't giggling I heard a moment ago! Care to explain THAT?" The dark angel fought for air all the more as Angemon continued to bare harder against his neck. Then, without another word, Angemon drew his staff back, letting his dreaded nemesis fall, gasping, to the floor. The angel coughed and gaged while clutching and clawing at his throat, sucking in all the air he could. Angemon walked over to Angewomon, looked into the blanket that held his little angel, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. BabyAngemon looked up and responded to his dad's kiss with a soft cry. Angemon looked at Angewomon, who smiled. Then Angemon leaned down and let BabyAngemon feel his face. The little angel started to giggle as Angemon playfully nuzzled him. After Angemon knew that his little treasure was ok, he turned to face DarkAngemon again, but it was too late. The death angel was...gone! Angemon looked around the night light lit room and spotted the dark figure just leaving the room. "He's out in the hall!" Angemon shouted to Angewomon who quickly darted out of the way as Angemon half jumped, half flew over BabyAngemon's bed and out into the hallway.
      Downstairs, Angemon crept silently, staff poised, through the dark. Suddenly he was hit from behind. He swung his staff around hoping to hit his target, but failed. The angel must have moved away. After a long hard struggle, Angemon finally made it over to a light switch and flipped it on, just in time to see a dark wing duck into the kitchen. Angemon ran in after the dark angel. By this time, DarkAngemon had his staff out too, and even succeeded at taking a few, failing, swings at Angemon's head. Both angels fumbled around the small kitchen, hitting their staves together while knocking over everything in their way. A
       After a hard battle, Angemon knocked the staff out of DarkAngemon's hand, but the evil angel didn't stop there. Instead he picked up his feet, while leaning against the sink, and kicked Angemon in the chest, sendind him soaring over the kitchen table. Angemon got up just in time to see DarkAngemon madly coming at him with a skillet in his hand. Angemon knocked the skillet out of the creature's hand then maneuvered his staff between the DarkAngemon's legs, throwing him off balance. Angemon, then, ran to the sink and turned the hot water on. DarkAngemon got up and again started to attack Angemon with no mercy. Like doing some sort of crazy dance step, Angemon managed to get behind DarkAngemon and pulled him over to the sink.