Hey guys! I don't know how many times I got wrapped around the axle with this chapter, but I think I've gotten it to a good place now.
Cold-heart-Angel23 - Glad to meet a fellow SC fan! I've been playing the games since I was a very young kid, so it's a franchise that's very near and dear to my heart. :)
SupergodzillaSailorCosmos - Thank you! This wasn't as quick as I anticipated it would be, but I hope this wait will be worth it for you.
I don't know what it is, but this chapter feels shorter compared to the last one. But stuff will happen. So buckle up, put your tray table up, and put your seat in the full upright position, 'cause l'enfer s'est dechaine!
04/10/19: I just need to put a sticky note somewhere. -_- Miraculous belongs to Thomas Astruc and Soul Calibur belongs to Project Soul and Namco. Proceed.
Chapter Two
L'Enfer S'est Dechaine
Adrien waited until the last sword - a katana forged from ancient Damascus steel - had gone to its new owner, and then shut the TV off and jumped up off his white sofa. Rounding the arm rest, he loped across the room and practically pounced through his door. As one of Paris' most beloved heroes, things barely surprised him anymore. However, with every step he descended came another question he wouldn't be content without an answer to.
Adrien hopped off the last step of the large staircase and zipped straight to his father's work room. Not even offering a knock, Adrien thrust the door open.
"Father," Adrien greeted coolly.
True to Gabriel, his brusque grey eyes fixated on his computer screen, his fingertips flying as he input one command after the other.
"What is it, Adrien?" Those same eyes didn't so much as flit to glance at his son, and the tone matched a little too perfectly.
The blonde brushed off his father's callousness and stepped forward, his approach slow, but still reverently cautious. "That rapier, Flambert -"
"You watched the auction," Gabriel interrupted.
"You heard what Alec said," Adrien continued. "Flambert was connected to the Sorels - our ancestors. You didn't try to buy it out from that other person?"
"I have no use for it," Gabriel replied, still not bothering to look Adrien in the eyes. "It belonged to the traitor that caused them to lose all influence they had."
Traitor? This was the first Adrien had heard anything about a traitor within the Sorel family. However, this information was but smoke in his eyes. "But a broken weapon was worth ten grand to you? It was missing half of its own blade!"
"I have need for this particular blade," Gabriel answered.
Adrien raised an eyebrow. "What need?"
"It doesn't concern you."
The words ignited embers of indignation in Adrien, and his legs started moving towards his father. How many times had he heard those words? It didn't concern him. It was for his safety. It was best for him. He stopped just before the steps leading to his father's work area, the stomp reverberating in ripples through the room.
"Father, I mean no disrespect," he started, "but I think this does concern me. Nathalie just walks in and tells me you're attending a weapons auction, and I have no idea why you're going. I don't even know what drew you to this specific weapon in the first place! The way it looked? The place it came from? Ostrich Burger or whatever it's called? What about that drew you to it more than something that came from the Sorels? Our family!?"
"Adrien -" Finally, Gabriel raised his gaze to meet him, but his son wasn't done.
"Father, I don't understand you!" Adrien was on the verge of shouting now. "You need to know where I am on a 24/7 basis and I can't go anywhere without a bodyguard shadowing me, but when I want to know about you, you just turn me away and send me to go do Chinese or whatever you say is in my best interest! Can't you tell me why you wanted to go to the auction in the first place?"
All of the frustration that had built up in Adrien over the years of rolling over to this nonsense had finally come unchained. The words flew out of his mouth like prisoners finally seeing the sunlight. But as Adrien finished, ice erupted in his veins. He couldn't remember the last time he had spoken to his father in this way. And because he hadn't done that, there was no way to know how Gabriel Agreste was going to react to this.
This is it, Adrien thought. Father's gonna pull me out of school for sure! Maybe even ground me for eternity and then I'll never see my friends again! What did I...what am I gonna -!?
"Did you review your Chinese lesson for tomorrow?" Gabriel asked.
"Father, I...huh?" Adrien wasn't surprised to hear him ask the question, but it was still the last response that would have come to mind.
"Did you review your Chinese lesson for tomorrow?" Gabriel repeated, a slight sliver of impatience in his tone.
Had Gabriel completely ignored what Adrien had just said? No harsh retaliation that threatened the life he had come to cherish? Maybe it was pushing it, but there was likely a way out...
"N-No, Father," Adrien managed.
"I will not have you falling behind in Chinese," Gabriel replied coldly. "Go review your lesson this instant."
"Y-Yes, Father!" Adrien hoped that Gabriel didn't notice his voice sneak up an octave. Trying to look as casual as possible, Adrien calmly turned around and walked away from his father.
Once he was back out in the foyer, the blonde boy released a frustrated sigh. All he had wanted to know was why that sword, and instead, he was brushed aside to do Chinese. It wasn't the first time, and probably wouldn't be the last, but…
Is nothing ever straightforward with that man?
Sighing once more, Adrien started up the steps to go back to his room and review the Chinese lesson. Before he even got to the steps, three soft, but audible thuds resounded from the front door. He swung his head to face it. Nathalie. She must have returned with the sword.
Maybe she would have some answers.
Adrien rushed back downstairs and opened the door, stepping to the side to let her through. Nathalie sidled through, cradling a hefty bundle of red velvet in her hands. The sword had to be wrapped in it.
"Hey, Nathalie," Adrien greeted.
"Adrien," Nathalie responded, her stoic professionalism unwavering.
Once she was fully inside, Adrien closed the door, and Nathalie started straight for Gabriel's work room. However, Adrien scuttled in front of her, causing her to abruptly pause. He was getting answers, even if it aggravated her.
"Hey, Nathalie? Did Father say anything about why he wanted to go the auction?" Adrien asked.
Nathalie stared at her boss' son for a moment.
"It's nothing to be concerned about," she said.
Seriously? Adrien thought. "Was he after a sword in particular?"
"It's related to your father's work," Nathalie pushed back. "Nothing beyond that."
She's not saying anything either, Adrien thought. And knowing her, I've run into the wall for this conversation. "Okay."
Adrien returned to the staircase and ascended, drifting back to his room. Before he reached for his doorknob, he glanced over at Nathalie. Lifting her elbow, she knocked against the door to Gabriel's work room. Just a minute later, the door opened, and she sidled through before it closed. Adrien narrowed his eyes, turning the knob to his room.
What about that sword is so important to fashion design? he wondered.
Nathalie glanced at the closed door behind her before turning back to Gabriel.
"Are you sure this is it?" Gabriel asked. "This is Soul Edge?"
"It was recovered from Ostrheinsburg and its shape suggests a zweihander," Nathalie assured. "I had no idea it would be in this rough of condition, but -"
"Let me see it," Gabriel interrupted.
Nathalie squatted to the ground, setting the velvet down so that she could unveil the sword with utmost care. Once the velvet had been completely removed, she lifted the blade into her hands once more. Gabriel scrutinized it carefully, tracing the broken, jagged lines with his eyes.
"To have caused this much damage to the sword, it had to have come into contact with something extremely powerful," he concluded.
"There are rumors of a counterpart of it having existed at one point," Nathalie said. "Perhaps they clashed before it found its way here."
Gabriel eyed her with a quiet indignance. "This lead you gave me better not have been a waste of time, Nathalie."
"A shred of power must remain," Nathalie countered. "It must."
Gabriel glanced between her and the sword for what felt like eons. Then, he extended his hand toward the sword and gripped the hilt tightly.
"Manon! Put those down, you'll break something with those!" Marinette pleaded.
Manon's pitched giggle filled the living room as she hopped onto the couch, her tiny hands gripping a ladle and a pot lid.
"But Marinette, I wanna grow up to be a hero like that girl!" she trilled.
Marinette sighed. All it had taken was her turning her head away for two seconds, and this little terrorist from Hell had somehow gotten into the drawers and cupboards.
I knew I shouldn't have used my homework as a story, she internally groaned. ...I guess she could have grabbed a knife. Okay, Manon. She steadied her hands and stepped forward, ready to pounce and swipe the appliances out of the toddler's hands -
The apartment door opened. The sound caught Marinette so off guard, she lurched forward, her arms flailing as she hit the floor. Propping herself up on her arms, she watched as Sabine and Nadja entered together, laughing about something. Manon's sienna eyes widened.
"Mommy!" she cried jubilantly.
"Hi, sweetie," Nadja replied. Then, she noticed her daughter's choice of toys. "...Manon, why do you have a ladle and pot lid?"
Manon giggled again, lifting the appliances.
"I'm a warrior!" she cried. "And I'm gonna fight a pirate!"
The two mothers glanced at each other, and then at Marinette, who just grimaced.
"She wanted me to tell her a story," Marinette explained. "She wanted something different than superheroes, so I just used some homework I had."
Nadja raised an eyebrow. "I guess this homework involved a warrior and a pirate?" Marinette smiles and nodded awkwardly. The reporter turned back to her daughter. "Manon, put those down. We're going home."
"Aww, already?" Manon asked, lowering the lid and ladle. "But I was just starting to have fun!" Marinette knew her ace trick was not far from her sleeve...
Nadja smiled reassuringly. "We'll go home, and you can have more fun tomorrow."
Manon just smiled and dropped the appliances before running towards her mother. Nadja promptly scooped her up, embracing her.
Looks like the baby doll eyes aren't coming out today, Marinette thought, getting to her feet.
"Thanks for watching Manon tonight, Marinette," she said. "The auction was a major success."
"Oh yeah?" Marinette asked. "That's good."
Sabine smiled softly at her friend. "I'm glad to hear things went well."
"All right, I'm gonna take her home," Nadja said. "Thanks so much again."
"Of course," Sabine replied. "Any time."
Nadja set Manon down and led her out of the apartment. Once the door was closed, Sabine turned to Marinette.
"Marinette, I thought I should tell you," she said. "Gabriel was at the auction."
Marinette's eyes bugged out of her head. "Gabriel was at the auction?"
Sabine nodded. "Well, remotely, at least. His assistant had a tablet so he could see."
"Did he buy anything?" Marinette could only wonder what would bring the revered Gabriel Agreste to attend a weapons auction.
"It sounded pretty strange. From what Nadja said, there was an old, beat up weapon there that was missing half of its blade. Gabriel bought it for ten thousand dollars."
If Marinette's jaw dropped any further, it would hit the floor. "T-t-ten thousand!? Ten thousand!?"
Sabine only smiled. "It was amazing to me how pristine some of them looked. These weapons went as far back as the Middle Ages."
"I wonder what the wielder had to fight for it to be missing half of itself?" Marinette asked.
Her mother shrugged. "It could have been anything. But either way, it found itself a home. Who knows, maybe Gabriel will hire someone to repair it."
Marinette considered that scenario for a moment. "...I could see it."
"I'm going to go help your father with payroll."
"Okay. I'll talk to you later, Mom."
"You really are a lot of help for Nadja. I hope you know how much she appreciates it." Sabine turned and walked out, heading back downstairs.
Marinette exhaled. Another round of babysitting survived. Somehow, Manon managed to get even more unpredictable with every visit.
"Just think, Marinette," Tikki suddenly chimed from her collar. "This will be good practice for if you and Adrien start a family someday."
The girl chuckled. "That's true." Oh, she couldn't describe how much she looked forward to that day. The big house. The three children. The cat - no, the dog. And the hamster they would name -
Marinette yawned. After her little adventure with Manon the Would-Be Holy Warrior, there was an unprecedented amount of energy drained from her mind. It was only nine thirty, but sleep didn't sound like the worst thing she could do. She climbed the stairs back to her room. Once the trap door was shut, she changed into her favorite pajamas, and then climbed the ladder to her bed. She collapsed against the mattress, asleep before her head hit the pillow.
"MARINETTE!"
Tikki's scream ripped Marinette from sleep, and her bluebell eyes snapped open. She shot upright, her eyes trying to make sense of what was happening. Once her surroundings came into focus, she gasped sharply. The entire room was illuminated in an ice blue light that impaled through the window.
"What the-?" Marinette bolted straight over to the ladder and climbed down. It was then she saw Tikki floating in front of the window, her blue eyes so wide with horror, they were almost the size of her head.
"No," Tikki muttered, shaking her tiny head. "No, it can't be!"
"Be what?" Marinette pressed. "Tikki, what's happeni-!?"
When she glanced out, she saw it. A towering pillar of blinding light shot skyward several miles away from her, piercing through the dark clouds and dimming the street lights in comparison.
"An akuma?" Marinette stepped back, clenching her fist, her blue gaze hardening. "We better transform, quick!"
"Marinette, wait!" Tikki held out her hands. "This isn't an akuma!"
The dark-haired girl paused, taken aback. "It's not an akuma?"
"It's worse! Much worse!"
"S-Sabine?"
Marinette darted her head to the trap door in the middle of her room. "Papa?"
"Sabine, what are you-!?"
"HRRRAAAAAAGH!"
A crashing noise. Her father crying out in agony, and a thud.
"PAPA!" Marinette recoiled, only sure that something bad had happened to her mother, and likely something even worse to her father. "...Tikki, spots on!"
Tikki was pulled into the earrings, and a wave of pink magic descended over the girl. Not a second later, she was garbed in a red and black spotted bodysuit and mask. Marinette Dupain-Cheng slipped into the shadows, Ladybug rising to take her place and stop this...thing.
She ran to the trap door and threw it open, jumping straight down into the main living area. What she beheld knocked the air straight out of her lungs.
Tom Dupain lay on his back, his right hand clutching his reddened shoulder, writhing on the floor with his face scrunched up in pain. Standing over him was his beloved Sabine, her skin the color of a days-old corpse, and her eyes glowing an unsettling bright red. Her teeth were ground together, feral snarls slipping through. As if to punctuate the image, a glint of steel turned Ladybug's attention to the chef's knife gripped in Sabine's hand. Blood dripped from its blade, with only slivers of its original steel color visible. Tom managed to use his good hand to prop himself up and scoot backwards, Sabine's murderous eyes locked onto him.
"Sabine," Tom beseeched. "Sabine, please-!"
"DIE!"
She lunged towards him, knife extended. But just as her knife came within an inch of piercing his raised arm, Ladybug's yo-yo zipped across the room, coiling around her arm several times. She jerked her head to see what had seized her, and Ladybug used this moment to yank the string, sending Sabine tumbling to the floor. The knife flew out of her hand, clattering onto the wooden floor.
"Snap out of it!" Ladybug's voice edged between a command and a plea.
Sabine only looked up at the hero, growling. It seemed she had gotten even angrier now that she had been pulled away from her target. As her red eyes locked on with Ladybug's blue, Ladybug gasped. With the akumas, there was still some shred of the victim inside, but it required just a teaspoon of force to completely cleanse them of their infection. But as she beheld her own mother, Ladybug realized there was no trace of Sabine Cheng anywhere in this woman's body. She might as well have been a shell possessed by a ravenous monster.
Her free arm shot up and grabbed the yo-yo's string, and she pulled. With a strength Ladybug wasn't prepared to resist, the hero went flying across the room with a cry and her back collided with the wall.
"Argh!" Ladybug groaned as she hit the floor. ...Where did that strength come from!?
Ladybug got on all fours just in time to see Sabine cast the yo-yo aside and scoop up the knife again. Sabine then turned back to her, snarling again.
"Maybe I'll hollow you out first!" she growled.
Instinctively, Ladybug backed up. I need to get through to her someh-AAAH! Ladybug pounced out of the way as her mother pounced towards her and slammed her knife down. The blade barely missed the red and black superhero, instead burrowing into the floor. Seeing her window, Ladybug ran back to where she had been before and scooped up her yo-yo, spinning it as she often did in combat. Sabine tore the knife out of the floor and spun around to lunge at her again. Ladybug jumped to the side, rolling across the floor until her back was to a bookshelf.
Tikki said this wasn't an akuma, she thought. Maybe if I can subdue her long enough, I can get through to her?
She cast her yo-yo towards Sabine, only for her to slap it with the knife and deflect it to a chair. Ladybug quickly pulled her weapon back. Unfortunately, her mother was quicker. Just as she clasped her yo-yo, she felt all of Sabine's weight crash against her and the floor disappear from under her feet.
"NO! SABINE!" Tom shouted. "LADYBUG!"
Ladybug hit the ground, her gaze locked onto her mother's eyes. Sabine paid no heed to her husband's cries, and she raised her knife again. Acting instinctively, Ladybug dropped her yo-yo. She threw her arms up just in time to catch Sabine's arm. Sabine continued to push against her, the tip of the knife glinting towards Ladybug's neck.
Ladybug pushed back, whining in exertion. "Please!" she cried. "You gotta snap out of this!"
Sabine roared, pressing harder against her daughter. Ladybug yelped, applying an equal amount of force.
Nothing's working...Tikki, forgive me. "...Mom," she whispered. "Mom, please…"
Sabine's murderous expression did not falter, and the knife jerked further down, now within an inch of Ladybug's neck. Frustrated, Sabine snarled again, and brought her arm upward. Ladybug rolled the top of half of her body to the side. She stiffened as she felt the blade cleave the air behind her just narrowly. And then she saw it. Her yo-yo. She swept it up in her fingers.
I didn't want to do this...but you've left me no choice!
She swung her arm as hard as she could, her elbow slamming into Sabine's cheek. Caught off guard, she howled viciously, letting up just enough for Ladybug to wriggle out from underneath her and jump back.
She's relentless, Ladybug noted. She won't stop until Papa and I are both dead. I gotta do something, fast! "Lucky Charm!"
She cast her yo-yo skyward. Pink magic swirled around it and flashed before evaporating. Before she could get a good look at what object had been bestowed to her, she saw the flash of the knife coming straight for her. She leaped to the side again, somersaulting onto her feet. She barely had enough room to check out the Lucky Charm.
"A top hat!?" Why, why, did the Lucky Charm need to be random at this time!? Sabine charged at her again. This time, Ladybug backflipped in rapid succession until she landed on the other side of the coffee table. If she could just figure out what to do with this stupid hat…
Sabine glared at her, her snarl losing all trace of humanity that might have been in there. She howled as she charged, her knife lunging towards Ladybug again. But the hero was ready for her this time. As the weapon sped towards her, she shot her arms upward. The blade plunged into the hat, piercing through the soft, but stiff fibers. Sabine's eyes widened, and she froze. Ladybug used this to her advantage, thrusting her arms to the side and casting the top hat to the side, the knife going with it. Sabine, however, remained undeterred, roaring with anger as she leapt to wrestle her back to the ground.
Ladybug managed to seize her shoulders. The next thing she heard was a loud crack.
When she blinked, Sabine Cheng had hit the floor, groaning as her eyes fell closed. Ladybug's eyes widened.
"L-Ladybug?" Tom managed.
Wait...did I…? Her eyes darted over to the coffee table and she gasped. Though it was only a tiny amount, there was definitely some blood on the coffee table's surface. Ladybug hadn't meant to shed a drop of blood during the scuffle; just subdue Sabine somehow. Oh no, no no no no! NO!
She knelt down next to her mother, quickly pressing two fingers to her neck. Her heart crashed against her ribcage. No. No. She couldn't...she couldn't have-
A throbbing under her fingers. Ladybug released a heavy exhale. Hallelujah. She stood, turning over to Tom and hurrying over to his side.
"She's fine," she promised as she knelt next to her father. "I guess I just managed to knock her out. Let me look at your shoulder."
Based on the amount of blood on the chef's knife, she knew Sabine had to have stabbed him deep. It wasn't until Tom took his hand off his shoulder she realized just how deep. His shoulder had turned completely red, soaking through the sleeve of his sky blue T-shirt and flowing in bloody rivulets down his arm.
"Can you move that arm?" she asked.
"Y-yes," Tom managed. "It just -" He hissed. "...Really hurts."
"I know, I know," Ladybug soothingly assured. "I'm gonna take care of you. Just hold on." She quickly looked around; there had to be something she could use to keep the blood flow contained until a hospital could tend to him. Fortunately, it didn't take long to find it: a single pink dish towel hanging over the oven handlebar. Ladybug had grabbed it and was back over to Tom as fast as a crack of lighting.
"Here." She pressed the towel to his wound. The gesture was met with a wince. "I know, I'm sorry."
Up until she had been given the earrings, it had always been Tom and Sabine who would protect her and heal her wounds every time she scraped her knee or had disappointment thrown in her face. She lowered her head. No. Tom couldn't see her like this. Not now. Not when his wife and mother to his daughter just tried to kill them both.
"Just keep that pressed to your shoulder, okay?" Ladybug said.
"Ladybug, listen," Tom said. "I don't know what Hawk Moth's done this time, but...something about these akumas is different."
"In what way?" Ladybug asked.
"My wife and I had come upstairs to do some last minute housework before we went to bed," he explained. "She had gone into the kitchen to do some dishes and I was sprucing up the living area. The next thing I knew, I turned around and she came at me with a knife in her hands - ack!" Tom grimaced as he held the towel to his wound. Just then, Ladybug heard the first beep from her earrings ring out.
I need to finish this up quick, she thought. "What else can you tell me?"
"You know how when Hawk Moth akumatizes someone, you sometimes see a purple butterfly over their face?" Ladybug nodded. "I never saw one. Plus, she never changed." The hero turned her head to face her unconscious mother.
Come to think of it...she doesn't look like anything changed besides her eyes and behavior.
"It was like a switch had flipped," Tom finished.
"Well, you're safe now," Ladybug promised. "But we need to get you to a hospital, quickly, and get your arm looked at." The second beep rang out. Emphasis on quickly!
"Wait," Tom managed. "My daughter...Marinette, is she-?"
"She's safe. I got her somewhere where your wife couldn't reach her. I'll get you to a hospital and bring her to you, okay?"
"You're gonna change back in three minutes," Tom observed. "I can call an ambulance, go find Marinette and bring her to the hospital."
Ladybug glanced over at Sabine. "I don't want to leave you alone." The third beep sounded.
"I'll wait downstairs," Tom promised. "I'll lock the doors behind me. I'll be alright, Ladybug. You focus on what you need to do. There might be more people that need your help."
Ladybug looked over Tom's wound one more time. Would he be able to hold on until paramedics got there? The wound was deep. But her father was equally stubborn...
She raced into the nearest bathroom and grabbed two towels hanging off the rack. Coming back with them, she ripped the bloodied dish towel off of his wound and wrapped one of the bigger towels around his shoulder.
"This should contain the bleeding for now," Ladybug said as she pulled the towel to lock it in place. "Take this one just in case." She handed him the second towel.
Tom smiled at her warmly. "Thank you for saving me. I don't know what happened to Sabine, but I know you'll get her back to normal."
How can I know for sure if I will? She wondered. Tikki said this wasn't an akuma. What if-? The fourth beep cut her off.
"I will," she said quickly. "I promise. Call the paramedics. Can you stand?"
Tom pushed himself to his feet on his good arm. "I'll be fine, Ladybug. Go, do what you need to do."
Ladybug smiled at him, and then stood in the living room as she waited for Tom to fully leave the room, so not to risk Sabine awakening and attacking him before she knew he was safe. The door clicked right on time, just as the fifth beep was sounding. Ladybug rushed back up to the attic and slammed the hatch shut in time for her transformation to fall. Tikki spiraled out of the earrings, falling towards the floor, but Marinette managed to catch her in her palm before she could touch it.
"Papa," Marinette whispered despairingly.
"Marinette, listen to me," Tikki weakly urged. "What you just had to fight...we need to see Master Fu as soon as I get my strength back."
"He knows what this is?" Marinette asked.
Tikki nodded.
"Okay," Marinette said. "Hang on, Tikki." She crossed over to her desk. Her bag was hooked on her chair, containing a cookie Marinette kept for times like these. She bent over, separated the clasp, and gave her kwami the treat. Tikki had taken her first bite when an inhuman wail caught Marinette's ear. She stood straight back up and ran to examine the situation through her window.
Her eyes grew the size of spinning wheels. The once peaceful streets of the 21st adronnissant had erupted into pandemonium, with men, women, and children all running about, trying to flee from what Marinette could only describe as horror incarnate. She had seen akumas take on a variety of shapes. But these were...Marinette could see that these things were, at one point, human. And like her mother before them, their eyes all glowed the same malicious red. Some of them also had similar markings on their bodies that glowed the same red. Others were hideously disfigured, with their bodies twisted into a monstrous, crustacean appearance.
A shout pierced her eardrums, and a shadowed figure landed with a loud, metallic clank. Under the street lights, the shape took form and a light illuminated its face. Immediately, one of the severely infected turned to face him, and greeted the newcomer by swiping its grotesque, elongated arm at him. The figure retaliated by swiping a shaft at it, colliding with its face. The creature barely flinched.
Marinette's blood froze. "Tikki, hurry! Chat Noir's taking all these things on by himself!"
I KNOW, I KNOW, I'M SORRY TOM X SABINE FANS. ...Okay, not really. Writing a malfested Sabine was a LOT of fun. XD I wonder if she'll get akumatized at some point. It's bound to happen.
Hey, here's an interesting question for you all. Would you rather be malfested or akumatized? Be sure to leave a review before you go and let me hear your thoughts!
Shoutout to Kristine Angela Booth, my dark angel beta reader. She has some Miraculous fics on her page, so be sure to give those a read as well!
Thank you for reading Miraculous Soul, and see you next chapter!