Stolas and Blitzo arrived at an emptied out market in the evening, having eventually realised the four that should have returned at some point had not. Their search soon led down an alleyway, empty but for one thing - a note, stuck into the wall by a golden handled silver knife. Blitzo took it down, and the Imp's rage grew as he read it.
"Some dickhead's kidnapped them! And my employees too!"
"Some DEAD dickhead, Blitzy... Where did they take my Owlette?" Stolas seethed.
"A warehouse near here..."
The warehouse was indeed nearby, and despite his rage, Stolas noted the cliché.
"Abandoned warehouse lair. How unoriginal," the Prince scoffed as they entered.
It was well lit, and seemed like a normal ruined warehouse, full of junk... apart from the dozens of keychains hanging from the rafters.
"It's meant to be corpses or at least bigger dolls for intimidating decorations! Get out here, asshole!" Blitzo shouted.
A clown-like creature emerged from the shadows.
"Welcome, gentledemons. I am Piedmon... Do you like my little collection?"
"Show us your prisoners, release them, and I'll make it quick for you," Stolas demanded
"Oh, I'll have to decline most of that, but I can show you quite easily. Gaze upon them!"
With a flourish, five keychains appeared in his hands. Sitting front and centre, a tiny hellhound and an owlette, flanked by imps holding hands, another hellhound, and a pink sinner. The two were briefly shocked by the sight.
"Gaze? There's an idea..." Stolas hissed, and let his eyes glow red.
Blitzo looked away, and then back at Piedmon, who... was unaffected, and yawning.
"Sorry, but long story short, I'm immune to your trick there. Meanwhile you are not immune to mine..."
A handkerchief emerged and was flung, but Stolas and Blitzo dodged.
"You immune to bullets too, bitch?" Blitzo said, firing his pistol.
Pidemon drew a sword and sliced the bullet from the air.
"No, but when you only have one shot you make it a lot easier."
Stolas tried to telekinetically hurl some of the junk, but that was just as easily cut. Blitzo's reloading was interrupted by further handkerchiefs.
"Damn it, I just need a few seconds to... Oh shit," Blitzo said as one of the falling cloths hit his and Stolas's tails, and it began sucking them in.
They struggled, but it was in vain. Blitzo had slid in further, and Stolas grabbed his hand to try free the imp..
"Don't give in, Blitzy! There's a way out of this, we'll get free and so will our daughters!" The Prince urged.
"Stolas, I...." Blitzo tried to respond, but the suction of the handkerchief won out and dragged both under swiftly...
Piedmon came over, admiring yet another hand-holding result as he took Loona's phone out. The lock screen posed no barrier to the Digimon, and he sent out a voicemail to two numbers.
"Verosika... Stella... The contract is complete. I'll deliver your special requests presently," he said, ending the message. He grinned as he held up the transformed Imp and Prince.
"And soon, the collection will also be complete...."