Prologue

It's here! It's finally here! LAUNCH THE CONFETTI CANNON!

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Ashes and smoke blotted out the sun, darkening the sky above a burning Paris. The sound of screaming sirens filled the air as buildings crumbled down. Flames roared with the wind, growing rapidly and spreading in all directions, immune to all efforts to put it out. Pieces of infrastructure piled all over the streets and even the people, as they run around desperately looking for hospitality. The sirens only got louder as everything was getting worse. All was doomed to destruction. A laughter echoed through the city, resonating evil and invoking fear among everyone. Paris belonged to him now, and soon, so would the world.

An old man, brought to his knees, cried quietly in the midst of all the chaos, occasionally stroking the wailing infant in his arms. His tears dotted the ground as he took one last look at the two bodies laid sprawled across the ground. There was no hope to look up to now. Everything was fated to die away. No one could save them now.

But there was no time to mourn; he knew what he had to do. He got up slowly, holding the baby close to him taut and ran looking back at the purple butterfly shadowing over the horizon.

A/N: Not all characters in this fan fiction is ours. We own our OCs. The rest of the characters belong to Thomas Astruc.

~NinjaFlautist