"I believe in myself and my duties, nothing more
Like a catching, storm waiting.
What is freezing like? -I wanted to know
What is tasting like? -I wanted to hear
What is wanting like? -I wanted to show.
But under a heavy layer of snow, you only got yourself, and your duties.
Nothing more..

3 years ago. That was when all went wrong. That was when the sickness caused many to die, and even more to lay under their own sorrow. Never had Paris been filled with so many Akuma's before, or sadness for that matter. People believed that the sickness came from animals, doves, and birds. That they had carried death under their wings from faraway countries. They should have known better. But how could they? Soon after research, they found some rare virus in a patient's pulmonary capillary. A dark shell around the lungs, and under them a heart tightened with black blood. They caused some traumatic issues. vomit of blood, hallucinations, lost vision and then death. They called the sickness "the 3. wing" and all the infected for FREElings. No one was sure why the 3. wing came, or how to prevent or even cure it (that's probably why they blamed the birds). But one thing was clear. Don't you ever get near a FREEling. If you breathe the air in, they have. Touch them, stay too close. You'll die. The only living organisms that can live beside those, are the Akuma's. Somehow their bodies flow with the same blood. And with that, a new era began. Paris had gone underground. Like all the other cities, countries, continents. Every bit of humanity was slowly disappearing from the surface of Earth, digging their way into freedom. Underground cities were created. New systems, new rules who should prevent more danger from coming. A strong circle was made in the PARIunderground, with headmasters and strong-willed fighter's who now ruled the few humans that were left. The rules were strictly made and tightened the security for all the civils. The overhead André Bourgeois controlled every rule, protected the city with all his might. Like many, he had lost too much and had already become a hard shell.

Paris had gone underground. Like all the other cities, countries, continents. Every bit of humanity was slowly disappearing from the surface of Earth, digging their way into freedom. Underground cities were created. New systems, new rules who should prevent more danger from coming. A strong circle was made in the PARIunderground, with headmasters and strong-willed fighter's who now ruled the few humans that were left. The rules were strictly made and tightened the security for all the civils. The overhead André Bourgeois controlled every rule, protected the city with all his might. Like many, he had lost too much and had already become a hard shell. Everyone underground knew that an offence against this meant capital punishment.
1. never leave you room after the siren.
2. never hide an Akumatized civilian.
3. never go up on ground, without the patrol's permission.
4. do your duties, this will prevent water.
5. every secret must be spoken in front of the circle.

this was what they lived by. and never could they broke any of these. The forbidden could never be broken. No lies would stay so for long, no secrets would ever stay hidden. Everyone knew. People lived on survival, different forces were made so the whole city could run around. The different groups had each their own duties. The collectors got up on ground in the daytime. They would roam the earth from water and supplements, with big oxygen supply containers, suits and gloves to hide every contact with the FREElings. With them was the free'ers who protected the city from the Akumatized, and held the walls underground strong. They went up on ground with the collectors every day, and in the night the best of them could hunt down Akumas and burn the FREElings. These two groups wherein the circle as well. Only the best and strongest among the city could hold their emotions down and held their head up in the midst, could join this group. The city of iron bars, rules, hidden light and deathly secrets. This was what was left of the loving Paris. Eaten op by emotions. By black butterflies.

In this city. This century of darkness slept a light girl deep. She's what caught my story, why I choose to look back underground. How she, in the land of deadly sins. Had secrets no one knew of. How she turned the unlucky faces around and made ground shine brightly. How she found him./p
How she saved him, carried him out of raven wings.
How she fell in love with him.
And he in she.
How they blew evil away.
How they shared.
How she kissed him.
How she died.
For him.