A dramatic take to the Plagg's cataclysm. Canon up until The Queen's Battle, then everything goes AU from there.

Prologue

Ever wondered if a kwami had unique powers for themselves? If Tikki had a Lucky Charm, or if Trixx could give his own illusion? What would happen if Nooroo had the ability to akumatize his own victims- without the use of a miraculous. It would be a dangerous thing indeed- especially if a kwami or two headed down the dark side.

There was once a time when Plagg had that ability.

Cataclysm was his special gift. More powerful than a Mirage or a Lucky Charm- they created things, and they were limited. But destruction? There is never a limit to the things that could be destroyed. Countless possibilities- each worse than the one before.

If Plagg wanted, he could destroy it all. But what was the sense in that? The world was a curious place, and with Tikki being ever busy with the constant task of making new and amazing things, Plagg merely laid back and lazily crumbled the things he should have.

It always intrigued him how much power he had. Cataclysm was not a mere destroyer at his hands, it was a demolisher- it eradicated whatever he wanted. And all he had to do was want it- and it would be gone.

The thrill that came when something fell by his touch, or how it could shrivel under his gaze. The power would surge through Plagg and escape his body to harm everything in his path. It was addicting at times.

But the danger was always there. The fear. The wariness. What if he destroyed the wrong thing? What if Tikki couldn't fix this one? These were the things that Plagg found himself pondering in the quiet times.

But the scariest of all thoughts, were the ones that requested him to test the limits. That tree- he could make every leaf fall to the ground, or he could rot it inside out and let it turn to dust- or perhaps shatter it into a thousand splinters at his command. Endless possibilities. And the fact that Plagg didn't know how much damage he could do, it unnerved him.

Not that he would ever let it show. He was Plagg- the most uncaring of all kwamis. The one that lived because of destruction. The most dangerous one of all. Equal and opposite to the great Tikki.

Tikki would control him- when she could. Her gentle words would instruct him just how much he could do- and at what limit would be overdoing. She accepted the fact that destruction was just as important as creation.

You cannot create something without something else being destroyed. And you cannot destroy something that has not been created.

She kept him stable.

And he would never forget that.

But at times, those thoughts would come back. Why was he given so much power?

The miraculous that the mage had made for him- Plagg chose the ring- for it was an object that virtually anyone could wear. Male or female, it did not matter.

Earring on the other hand, came with a sacrifice- a piercing in the simplest of cases. And Plagg would roll his eyes at the fact that Tikki's choice was so feminine. But he would know that girls would suit Tikki best- and he only wanted the best for her.

These Miraculous, they granted the user the kwami's special power. But the mage wanted it to be limited. He didn't want for Tikki's Chosen to be granted infinite creation at their fingertips- that would be dangerous. But for some reason, the mage put no limit to Cataclysm. Plagg's Chosen would have gotten just as much power as the kwami had- if only he knew how to use it.

In its simplest sense , whatever one touched, it would be destroyed. If Plagg wanted, he could have shown them how to make explosions with their bare thoughts- a single touch to make objects fall to their demise- how to shoot balls of destruction- where the only limit was the Chosen's mind.

No one needed to tell Plagg how dangerous that would fare. Destruction was not meant to fall into the wrong hands. It happened in History far too many times before. And he had to take the blame.

The dinosaurs… Poor creatures. That had been one of his worst, he was young. Young and foolish. He learned his lesson.

An entire civilization, Atlantis.

And though far-stretched, many wouldn't believe it was a gesture that brought dragons to their extinction. A foolish King who wanted all the scales in the world- and in his greed, he killed each and every one of those majestic creatures.

Plagg couldn't hide the guilt whenever he faced that kwami who had the face of a dragon- but it was that king who had discovered the power. Plagg had been fooled once too many times with misguided trust.

He would never teach another to destroy. It was a skill, an art, that none deserved to learn. Plagg wouldn't- couldn't risk it again.

And it was such thoughts that ransacked his brain when he had been fooled for the last times. When the temple in which the kwamis rested was burnt to the ground, one escaped with the Miraculous Box. Cataclysm had brought that fire- but it went out of control. That Chosen hadn't the knowledge to destroy fire. And Plagg couldn't teach him in such few seconds. Plagg saw him burn.

So when Plagg went into his century slumber in his Miraculous, he vowed to never risk it again. Under no circumstance, no matter how perfect the next Chosen would be. He wouldn't, he couldn't, he shouldn't teach them the Art of Destruction. That was a promise to himself and to all the kwamis- and Tikki believed him once again. She trusted him to keep his word this time. Plagg promised him that his knowledge would remain a lost skill even to the next Chosen.

He never planned he'd be given Adrien Agreste.

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