Death before Betrayal
White butterflies flew around the dark room, surrounding the equally dark figure. If you looked closely, you would see a man, maybe in his mid-40s. He was dressed in a silver skin-tight suit, a silver mask that covered most of his face and a dark purple cloak draped over his shoulder. The wall opened to reveal a big window with a single hole in the middle. "Mhmm, I sense disappointment and anger. What a glorious mixture for destruction." The dark figure said out loud. A single white butterfly landed on his extended hand. Covering it with his other hand, he charged the little creature with dark energy, turning black with bright purple details. "Fly my little akuma, and evilise him." The figure said as the little akuma made his way to the window, and then to the city. It flew, until it landed on the skateboard of a lonely crying boy. The red akuma sigh surrounded his eyes. The usual purple symbol completed the look. "Skater. I am Hawk Moth. I will give you the power to take revenge on those who laughed at you when you should had won. In return, you must give me Ladybug's and Cat Noir's miraculouses. A sly grin spread on the now Skater's face. "Rock on Hawk Moth." He said, before being completely covered with dark magic. "Look out Paris. Skater is going your way."
