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Ascending the extensive spiral staircase carved into what seemed to be a mountain, one can reach the lookout point of the nature guardian: "Primordial Venusmon ."

An Angewomon, dispatched by the Sacred Angel Temple, looked up in surprise at the towering height of what appeared to be a rock statue in the shape of a woman of imposing proportions. As she drew closer, she couldn't help but notice the intricate details etched into the stone, revealing a figure that seemed to have been sculpted with both reverence and exaggeration.
Primordial Venusmon's form resembled an ancient figurine carved from the very mountain itself. Her body exuded a sense of ancient power, with curves exaggerated to an almost surreal degree. Her breasts were monumental, resting atop a rounded belly that spoke of abundance and fertility. Her face, though weathered by time, held a serene expression, and her wide hips seemed to anchor her to the earth itself.

"You're new as an angel, so maybe you're not aware of this, but this is a good time to assign you this as your task for the month," were the words with which Lord Holy Angemon sent Angewomon to the highest point of the jungle with a massive backpack full of food.

Angewomon was slightly startled to see the statue move. It wasn't the first time she had noticed a colossal figure seated at the summit of the mountain, but it was the first time she had realized it could move.

"How embarrassing, at first I thought it was a statue made in the likeness of the guardian, not the true Primordial Venusmon," Angewomon thought.

As Angewomon approached, she realized that what she had mistaken for a static statue was, in fact, a living being. The guardian was concentrated, observing the landscape in front of her with a watchful gaze that belied her seemingly immovable form. This protective deity, who seemed to be seated in a hole all the time with a stillness that made her resemble a statue, actually ensured protection on a large scale for all who lived under her gaze. It had been a long time since anyone saw her in action, but the fact that she was seen as a kind of goddess says a lot about her effectiveness in times of large-scale conflicts.

"Oh! Excuse me, dear! I hadn't seen you down there," spoke the guardian.

Angewomon emerged from her deep thoughts and looked up to the guardian looking down at her with a painted smile (or perhaps carved one?). She definitely had a friendly aura that made Angewomon feel like she could speak in an informal tone with this woman, but still chose to be respectful.

"You come from the temple, right? Is that thing you're carrying there for me?"

Angewomon drops her backpack and remembers her task. The awe of seeing such a Digimon almost made her forget why she was there in the first place.

"Ah, pardon me," she reach into the backpack when suddenly she noticed food on Primordial Venusmon's plate. She hadn't realized since she arrived, presumably because the image of the guardian had completely stolen her attention, but she wasn't alone with her. Other Digimon were there, probably choosing to chill around after paying tribute. They all seemed comfortable around Primordial Venusmon, after all, she was their protector. The closer, the better, surely. Although they genuinely seemed to be accompanying her instead if just using her for protection. When Angewomon unwrapped the food she had brought and proceeded to arrange it in front of the protector, her followers sighed with amazement. It's unlikely they were thinking they would receive less protection just because their offerings were smaller in comparison, but stil she thought it was a chuckle-worthy silly reaction.

"You and your friends are always so generous to me and yet don't want anything in return? You could ask me for anything after feeding me so well all these years," Primordial Venusmon said as she leaned closer to Angewomon. The archangel blushed, having her suddenly so close took her off guard and made her take a step back.

Earlier that day, she had questioned Holy Angemon. "Why should we feed this Digimon? What would happen if we don't satisfy her?"

Holy Angemon laughed. "Nothing, of course. We just feel it's the least we can do! If someday we need her help, it would be good to have her well-fed and fully energized."

Angewomon smiled and bowed her head to Primordial Venusmon. "We're fine as long as you're well, Primordial Venusmon. Thank you for accepting our offering."

For the rest of the month, Angewomon brought food week after week specifically gathered to sustain Primordial Venusmon. The firm and professional attitude Angewomon showed at first quickly changed. Whenever Primordial Venusmon noticed Angewomon trying to shorten her visit due to her shyness, she would draw her closer and encourage her to relax more until the angel couldn't help but stay and expend time with her and the other Digimon.

"Why don't you sit beside me and eat with me?" Primordial Venusmon invited warmly.
"But I ate something before coming," Angewomon hesitated.
"And what's your point? Is it because of the others? They never accept to eat with me; they say that what they bring is only for me."
"I should respect their wishes, shouldn't I?"
"No one has to find out, come on, share with me. You've been coming diligently all these days just to serve me; it's only fair that you receive a reward," Primordial Venusmon urged with a gentle smile.
"And what about all those who came before me?"
"I could never convince them. All good boys and girls but terribly serious! All of them worked like perfectly lined up gears that could not give themselves the pleasure of resting with me. So, what do you say?" Primordial Venusmon's eyes sparkled with genuine interest… at least was what Angewomon felt.
"Well... I don't see the harm it could do!"
"That's the spirit!" Primordial Venusmon exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the mountaintop, as they shared a meal together, forging a bond that transcended duty and reverence
Days went by and Angewomon found herself looking forward to her visits with Primordial Venusmon, no longer because of her duty, but because of the shared meals. Each time, the tribute seemed more extravagant, and Primordial Venusmon was trying to outdo herself in her gratitude. Each time, Angewomon found herself indulging more and more, unable to resist the delicious offerings and the joy of sharing them.

Description
Ascending the extensive spiral staircase carved into what seemed to be a mountain, one can reach the lookout point of the nature guardian: "Primordial Venusmon ."

An Angewomon, dispatched by the Sacred Angel Temple, looked up in surprise at the towering height of what appeared to be a rock statue in the shape of a woman of imposing proportions. As she drew closer, she couldn't help but notice the intricate details etched into the stone, revealing a figure that seemed to have been sculpted with both reverence and exaggeration.
Primordial Venusmon's form resembled an ancient figurine carved from the very mountain itself. Her body exuded a sense of ancient power, with curves exaggerated to an almost surreal degree. Her breasts were monumental, resting atop a rounded belly that spoke of abundance and fertility. Her face, though weathered by time, held a serene expression, and her wide hips seemed to anchor her to the earth itself.

"You're new as an angel, so maybe you're not aware of this, but this is a good time to assign you this as your task for the month," were the words with which Lord Holy Angemon sent Angewomon to the highest point of the jungle with a massive backpack full of food.

Angewomon was slightly startled to see the statue move. It wasn't the first time she had noticed a colossal figure seated at the summit of the mountain, but it was the first time she had realized it could move.

"How embarrassing, at first I thought it was a statue made in the likeness of the guardian, not the true Primordial Venusmon," Angewomon thought.

As Angewomon approached, she realized that what she had mistaken for a static statue was, in fact, a living being. The guardian was concentrated, observing the landscape in front of her with a watchful gaze that belied her seemingly immovable form. This protective deity, who seemed to be seated in a hole all the time with a stillness that made her resemble a statue, actually ensured protection on a large scale for all who lived under her gaze. It had been a long time since anyone saw her in action, but the fact that she was seen as a kind of goddess says a lot about her effectiveness in times of large-scale conflicts.

"Oh! Excuse me, dear! I hadn't seen you down there," spoke the guardian.

Angewomon emerged from her deep thoughts and looked up to the guardian looking down at her with a painted smile (or perhaps carved one?). She definitely had a friendly aura that made Angewomon feel like she could speak in an informal tone with this woman, but still chose to be respectful.

"You come from the temple, right? Is that thing you're carrying there for me?"

Angewomon drops her backpack and remembers her task. The awe of seeing such a Digimon almost made her forget why she was there in the first place.

"Ah, pardon me," she reach into the backpack when suddenly she noticed food on Primordial Venusmon's plate. She hadn't realized since she arrived, presumably because the image of the guardian had completely stolen her attention, but she wasn't alone with her. Other Digimon were there, probably choosing to chill around after paying tribute. They all seemed comfortable around Primordial Venusmon, after all, she was their protector. The closer, the better, surely. Although they genuinely seemed to be accompanying her instead if just using her for protection. When Angewomon unwrapped the food she had brought and proceeded to arrange it in front of the protector, her followers sighed with amazement. It's unlikely they were thinking they would receive less protection just because their offerings were smaller in comparison, but stil she thought it was a chuckle-worthy silly reaction.

"You and your friends are always so generous to me and yet don't want anything in return? You could ask me for anything after feeding me so well all these years," Primordial Venusmon said as she leaned closer to Angewomon. The archangel blushed, having her suddenly so close took her off guard and made her take a step back.

Earlier that day, she had questioned Holy Angemon. "Why should we feed this Digimon? What would happen if we don't satisfy her?"

Holy Angemon laughed. "Nothing, of course. We just feel it's the least we can do! If someday we need her help, it would be good to have her well-fed and fully energized."

Angewomon smiled and bowed her head to Primordial Venusmon. "We're fine as long as you're well, Primordial Venusmon. Thank you for accepting our offering."

For the rest of the month, Angewomon brought food week after week specifically gathered to sustain Primordial Venusmon. The firm and professional attitude Angewomon showed at first quickly changed. Whenever Primordial Venusmon noticed Angewomon trying to shorten her visit due to her shyness, she would draw her closer and encourage her to relax more until the angel couldn't help but stay and expend time with her and the other Digimon.

"Why don't you sit beside me and eat with me?" Primordial Venusmon invited warmly.
"But I ate something before coming," Angewomon hesitated.
"And what's your point? Is it because of the others? They never accept to eat with me; they say that what they bring is only for me."
"I should respect their wishes, shouldn't I?"
"No one has to find out, come on, share with me. You've been coming diligently all these days just to serve me; it's only fair that you receive a reward," Primordial Venusmon urged with a gentle smile.
"And what about all those who came before me?"
"I could never convince them. All good boys and girls but terribly serious! All of them worked like perfectly lined up gears that could not give themselves the pleasure of resting with me. So, what do you say?" Primordial Venusmon's eyes sparkled with genuine interest… at least was what Angewomon felt.
"Well... I don't see the harm it could do!"
"That's the spirit!" Primordial Venusmon exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the mountaintop, as they shared a meal together, forging a bond that transcended duty and reverence
Days went by and Angewomon found herself looking forward to her visits with Primordial Venusmon, no longer because of her duty, but because of the shared meals. Each time, the tribute seemed more extravagant, and Primordial Venusmon was trying to outdo herself in her gratitude. Each time, Angewomon found herself indulging more and more, unable to resist the delicious offerings and the joy of sharing them.