"Where is she?!" the man shouted shoving the antiques down from his desk. He paced around the room tugging at his hair.
"Young Master, please calm down. I'll go check on her" the maid bowed, and rushed out of the room.
The man loosened his tie, fidgeting with the end. He felt like he was going to go mad at any second. She told him that it was urgent, that she needed to see him and for him to wait in his den for her. An hour has almost passed since then and the Master has started to fear for the worst.
The sound of heels clicking against the floor filled the room. The Young Master turned and glared at the man who entered the room, "Hawkmoth".
The man bowed "Young Master, I have news" he said in a drawl voice. The Young Master walked away from the butler, "Not right now Hawkmoth, I am busy at the moment" and shooed him away.
Hawkmoth looked at the Young Master, he paced back and forth behind his desk. His nails dug on the leather of the office chair, damaging the material with half-moon indents. The Young Master's eyes would glance back at the door as he continued to wait for the young mademoiselle to enter.
Hawkmoth was unamused with how agitated the Young Master was becoming.
He was getting tired of his attitude.
"Young Master, the Miss is deceased"
The Young Master knocked down the items off his desk in one sweeping motion. His eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring, and his fists tightly clenched. He marched towards the butler and grabbed him by the collar. "What did you just say?" he hissed.
"I said-"
"What do you mean she's dead?!" he shouted, voice cracking. Hawkmoth reached for the inside of his coat pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to the young master.
"This was found in her hand."
The young master snatched the letter; his eyes scanned the page and crumpled it in his hand. He felt a sharp pain from his chest and groaned, holding on to his chair for support. There was a flicker in his eyes changing from grey to an emerald green.
"That witch! How dare she kill herself!" he angrily yelled. "If she wanted to die so badly, I should have killed her myself," he mumbled to himself going into a hysterical laughter.
"Well I'm not going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me in the afterlife!"
He went to his desk and pulled out a black ring from the drawer and put it on his right ring finger.
"Let this be known by the power of the Miraculous and the Agreste bloodline, no soul shall rest in this mansion! Every soul will forever remain entrapped here for all eternity!"
Black smoke emitted from the ring, it coiled around both Hawkmoth and the Young Master. It spread onto the floor encasing the entire mansion, seeping into every nook and cranny, finding any and all source of life. The screams of the servants, maids, and children filled the entire estate.
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