Hawkmoth paced his lair once again. There were currently thousands of angry people, but none of them were angry enough to have a complete lack of judgement. The commonality of people angry-just-not-angry-enough was infuriating.
Hawkmoth sensed one spike of anger above the rest. It wasn't ideal, but business was slow that day, so he decided that he might as well wing it.
"A monk with no one pious to come and pray. What perfect prey—haha, a pun, I'm so clever—for my little akuma. Fly away, my akuma, and evilize him!"
The Head Abbott was not in a good mood. He has just witnessed people disregard all morals, in front of Fleury Abbey, no less! He could feel anger at their impiety starting to boil underneath him, when a purple butterfly flew into the room and entered his cross necklace.
"Jesuit, I am Hawkmoth. Long have you seen impious people..."
The Abbott's anger quickly gave way to alarm as he ran through the monastery shouting, Hawkmoth's spiel long forgotten. "Everyone, stop what you're doing! I need someone to exorcize me, stat!"
"But Father, exorcism is dangerous to—"
"Look at this," he replied, dangling the now-purple necklace. "I dare you to tell me an exorcism is unnecessary."
The monks' eyes widened in understanding as they quickly prepared materials for the scared ritual. They began chanting, the butterfly slowly being pulled out of the necklace. It fully emerged, now flooding in midair. The sacred energies began forcing the evil out of the butterfly into pure, uncorruptible Holy Water, dispelling the evil and purifying the butterfly. When they finished, they smiled as they watched the tranquil butterfly fly out a nearby window.
Hawkmoth, on the other hand, swore that he would never again attempt to akumatize any clergy in any religion.
'Wait, that monk wasn't even Jesuit! Now I look like a fool!'