He Was Alone

There were five of them.

They were all unique.

And they were all had powers.

The five heros of Paris protected their city from the one who had turned on them. There was Queen Bee, Carapace, Rena Rouge, and of course, Ladybug and Chat Noir. There had been a sixthミHawkmoth. He betrayed the others when he heard of a greater power that was created when using the Black Cat and Ladybug miraculous. A power that could bring back someone who was very dear to him.

But he couldn't get the miraculous.

How was it that he, the oldest of the group had one of the lesser powered jewels. Why was it that he, the eldest, not the leader of the group. Why wouldn't they, the younger ones not listening to someone who was by far older, and in his opinion, wiser? What he could do with the power he sought would change the world for the better. And it would give him a second chance. You see, he wished his wife were alive again. So he plotted. He snuck in the dark, seeking secrets on how his wish would be fulfilled. He heard of the secret power. But he didn't hear of the reaction.

You see, for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. If he brought his wife back, someone would have to die in her place. And that someone would have to be close to him. Like a close friend.

Or a son.

But he didn't know about the reaction. So he sought for miraculous desperately, even betraying his friends and causing damage to the city he loved so much. He sent out champions, attempting to fetch the miraculous for him. But they all failed. And his wife remained stone cold.

So he tried harder.

But nothing worked.

He cried himself to sleep at night, wallowing in his misery at his failure. He couldn't save her. She was...gone. And there was nothing he could do about it. The five heros outsmarted him every time. He gained no ground over them.

He was alone.

Finally, he had to admit that he couldn't do anything about it. There was nothing to be done. His wife was dead and never coming back.

So he renounced his miraculous.

The Butterfly Brooch was put to rest. He sent a beacon into the sky to signal the heros to come and get him. He admitted defeat. He was tired of the back and forth. He had tried. He had failed. There was nothing to do about it. He had lost the war. He had lost everything.

He was alone.