If Nooroo had to look at another white butterfly he was going to go insane. That being said there wasn't much else to do from the inside of a massive room that had been designed to stop Kwami from escaping. His current owner might not have known a great amount about his kind, but the bits of the text he had managed to translate from the book had allowed him to create a great number of wards to not only make the area inescapable, but a fortress against enemies.
Even Ladybug and Cat Noir at their best and with all the training Plagg and Tikki could provide wouldn't be able to scratch a single stone. And that was giving them the credit of being able to find this place. He had no doubt that from the outside the building would look like any of the other hundred of buildings that had risen in Paris.
Escape was a fantasy, a dillusion he couldn't even bring himself to imagine anymore without tears forming in his eyes over his own weakness, his inability to fight against the utter wrongness of the situation.
He hated it.
That thought shocked him out of his despair for a moment as he quickly shook his head in denial of the thought. "No, I didn't...I don't…" he held himself and looked down, shutting his eyes as if by focusing with all his effort he could make his feelings not be true.
His kind weren't supposed to hate, weren't supposed to wish ill on anyone. Villains were people they hadn't redeemed, evil was just misguided rage, and hatred was just another way of giving up.
Those were the words the Kwami lived by. Even Plagg on his worst day didn't hate anyone or thing, through he got annoyed he never hated.
But even now as he tried to fight against it Nooroo felt the truth of it rise up. He hated Hawkmoth, he hated being his prisoner, hated how he was just a tool. His kind were given the ability to empower others in order to do good throughout the world. Now he was just another tool in the arsenal of a madman bent on ultimate power.
Hate was the only possible way to describe his emotions, it was the only thing that fit. He didn't want to see Hawkmoth redeemed, he wanted to see him destroyed.
Small tears welled up in his eyes as the feeling built up inside of him, growing like a disease until one of the butterflies landed on his small head.
And instantly turned black.
"I still really don't get the point of this Plagg." Adrien groaned with a mild bit of discomfort and an obvious edge of annoyance to his tone.
"Well I can't have my chosen one looking so weak while fighting against villains, so I am bumping up your training schedule so next time we won't look like chumps," the small cat Kwami tossed a piece of cheese into the air and devoured it whole as it fell. "Thus by you need to focus on gaining new powers."
"Yes I got that much, but why do I have to stand like this?" The young man looked down at himself, standing on one leg while balancing three books with the other, a glass bowl sitting on top of his head, and the rod that normally held his shower curtains up in both hands. "I don't get how this is supposed to help me."
"Hm, how do I put this so you understand it?" Plagg sat back and thought for a moment. "My powers are tied to destruction and decay, which means that you need to be super focused on their use, if you don't all sorts of bad things can happen."
That gave the boy pause for a moment as he digested the spirit's words. "Sort of like if I am not careful my Cataclysm can hurt more people than it helps?" most of the time he was okay, but he knew that holding the power of destruction in his hand meant that one wrong touch could easily collapse a building on someone.
"What do you know even you can learn things," the spirit laughed at its own joke but quickly moved back to the topic at hand.
"This new ability works a bit differently through, you draw in a large amount of destructive energy in order to boost your already increased strength and speed, think of it like a power up in one of your games. It also comes with a new weapon and a rather stunning coat, I hear even the Ladybug's throughout history couldn't deny that Cat Noir looked good in it." the last bit wasn't strictly true, but love motivated the boy he had chosen far more then tales of power.
Now that got Adrien interested in the training. Any chance for Cat Noir to impress Ladybug was a chance he was more than willing to undertake, even if he had to look like an utter fool in order to accomplish the goal. "Okay so whats the next step, another name call out?"
"Well its honestly a bit simple, all you need to say is…" Plagg frowned for a moment as he felt a sharp pain shoot through his body. It was unusual for Kwami to feel much of anything unless they were sick. "That is to say...just…" the pain hit him again and sent him from the air to the ground as his small body began to shake from the intensity of the pain. "A...A...A…" the black spirit began to mumble a name under his breath as his body shook wildly on the floor.
"Plagg...Plagg!" Adrien quickly dropped the assorted items, not caring for a moment about the broken glass as the bowl hit the floor or the priceless books that slammed into the hard ground. He picked up the Kwami with all the care in the world and gently ran his finger along its body. "Whats wrong buddy, come on what are you trying to say?"
"Marinette you need to take this more seriously!" Tikki sighed while looking down at her chosen knitting a rather lovely new scarf. She had been at it for the last few hours, which normally wouldn't be too bad if she hadn't promised to focus on learning a new technique as Ladybug.
"I can get to it in just a minute right?" The girl asked while carefully moving knitting, not wanting to add any more needle marks on her already poked and bandaged fingers. "I need to have this finished before the snow starts falling so I can give it to Adrien. Oh I can just imagine it!"
Snow fell from the sky like small feathers shed by angels, bringing with it the cold but joyous time of winter. All was happy and peaceful, all except for young man whose scarf didn't seem to be doing much to protect him against the elements.
Suddenly a girl appears from seemingly nowhere, offering a much thicker and warmer looking scarf, a playful smile on her face. "I saw how cold you were, and I thought that I would pay you back for loaning me your umbrella."
The boy took the gift with a smile plain to see on his lips, looking at her with eyes consumed by the fires of love. "You made this for me?"
"Of course I did...because...I love you Adrien!" The girl wrapped her arms around the boy, looking up to him to hear the answer she had waited so long to hear.
"I...oh Marinette I love you as well, lets get married and have three kids and all sorts of exotic pets we will collect during our honeymoon around the world!" the two embraced under the snowfall, their lips slowly coming toget….
"Ouch!" The young woman looked down at her finger and frowned, noticing a small dot of red appearing now on one of the few patched of unbandaged pale skin. It was always a danger of working with needles that one might get hurt if the mind wandered, and it was next to impossible for her to work on a gift to the boy of her dreams without any wandering.
"Oh Marinette…" the small ladybug spirit floated over and gave a gentle kiss to the girls finger, causing the wound to quickly close itself. "I know how much you like this boy but you need to focus a bit more on getting better. Hawkmoth is getting better at making stronger villains, and we must always be ready to face what comes."
The girl put aside her needles for a moment and focused on the small fairy. "But even so he has yet to defeat us, Cat Noir and I have faced everything he sends with what we have right now."
"Ladybug and Cat Noir have always been quite powerful, but if you start underestimating your enemies you will be in for real trouble," Tikki looked down. "Hawkmoth is far from the only villain who has sought to hurt the world, and I worry that if you start to relax that you won't be ready whe...wh…" Tikki's body began to shudder as an ominous feeling ran through her very core.
"Tikki?" Marinette reached out to her friend, worry plain to see on her face. "Are you sick again, I can take you back to Master Fu if…"
The small red and black spirit dropped from the air and curled herself into a tiny ball on top of the scarf as the pain struck again. "...ku...aku…."
Fu slowly ran his hands along a mans back and grinned as he finally tracked down the knot in the his clients back, running his gentle but firm hands against it until it was soothed. "And there you go, make sure to lift with your knees next time, too much pressure on your back will simply cause it to return." it wasn't unusual for him to work with builders now a days, especially with all the new grand buildings being brought up or needing repair.
The customer nodded his thanks to the old man and made an exit from the shop, leaving the old man alone to close up and get to the busy task of making himself a meal.
"Hm, now then let's see about dinner, Wayzz if you want to eat join me in the kitchen!" The old man chuckled to himself, knowing that the old spirit would no doubt already be waiting for him. His joy turned to concern however when he found his small kitchen empty. His Kwami wouldn't miss one of their scheduled meal times, not for the last one hundred and sixty years.
He quickly made his way into the small room he had set aside for the spirit to find it caught in the middle of a painful spasm in the middle of the floor. "Wayzz, whats wrong?" The old man leaned down and cupped the spirit in his hands, having only seen this sort of activity once before.
"It returns, the heartbroken, the hate, and the dark wings." the turtle Kwami looked toward its partner and let out a low painful rasp of agony.
Fu placed his hand over the Kwami and began to slowly chant out in his native language, letting his own mystic energy flow into his Kwami to ease the pain. If what Wayzz was saying was true then it would soon come time for him to enter into this battle and reveal the truth to Ladybug and Cat Noir.
Their real enemy had just awoken.
Nooroo looked at the butterfly and quickly backed away in a panic. "Akuma."
For its part the butterfly simply looked at the retreating spirit and flew toward the ceiling, only to bounce off of the spell that made it impossible for the Kwami to escape. For a moment it seemed as if the corrupted butterfly would simply just wait on the wall and look down at the power granting spirit.
But then the darkness that had covered the butterfly spread forth from its body and covered the wall, draining away the energy from the hidden runes built into the foundation of the building and drawing it into its main form. As the light drained from the final rune the darkness all at once retreated back into its small form, which phased through the now plain structure and into the outside world.
Nooroo watched in awe as the beast that had been freed from him made short work of a magic powerful enough to hold an ancient spirit. Part of him wanted to follow after, to try and reclaim the creature that he had imprisoned inside of himself all those years ago, hidden behind his strong will and desire to do good.
The truth was however that he was scared, his powers had been corrupted and used to perform dark deeds, even if he could confront the demon that had leaped into the butterfly the more likely outcome would be his own demise. It was pure luck that the demon hadn't known of his already weakened state.
Suddenly a door opened into the large room, as a tall thin man entered. "Nooroo, transform me." Before the spirit could protest he was absorbed into his owners Miraculous, transforming the man once more into Hawkmoth.
"Hm, pain, despair, rage. All swimming and dancing in this city," the large window opened as he extended his powers outward into the city in order to track a likely target. "Yes, you will do." He cupped one of his butterflies in his hands and fused it with a combination of Nooroo's energy and his own dark will before sending it flying.
After only a few minutes of waiting the man smirked. "Shipper, you desire to see the romance rule over this world, this power I will happily give to you so long as you perform a simple task for me."
A satisfied smirk came over the man's mouth. "Very good."
A single black butterfly danced through the night sky, standing out against the snow and full moon. Suddenly a pigeon dived down and captured the insect in its beak, swallowing it and resuming its flight. Before it could get too far however the bird fell like a missile from the great height it had reached and slammed into a snow covered rooftop.
The bird's body began to shift and change, until the pigeon had transformed into an abnormally large crow, black feathers unnaturally oily, as if the bird had dipped itself in tar.
For a moment the bird sat and looked over the buildings and city, until a suddenly cry of terror rang out through the once quiet streets. Terror and chaos was coming from one of the still busy parts of the town.
The crow let out a massive caw before taking into the air following the sounds of terror as Hawkmoth's new villain began their campaign of terror over the city.
((Hello everyone and welcome to my newest fanfiction. First chapter is a bit light on content but only because I need the introduction in order to build up to new and better things. If you like the set up or want to see where this is going feel free to drop a review or like, even a follow would be okay I suppose. Also looking for a beta reader if anyone is interested. Until next time.)