CHAPTER 14
This won't be like the other chapters. ?
Time for a little explaining, huh? I expected that from you, and that is what I am going to give you. Or rather, what she is going to give you.
She was an idiot. That girl was a total idiot when she came here that night before. She was an idiot when she thought she could hurt me or eradicate me from this universe. Hah! She's probably another one of those sociopaths, having that freaky bloodlust feeling. What am I talking about? I do that, but at least I know all my victims are mortal. The whole lot of them are idiots. And she knows it! No, she knew it, that she could never defeat me, but she still waltzed in like she owned the place, with that crazed look in her eyes, waving her weapons around like a complete lunatic. Probably sadistic. Hard to believe that that girl was Paris' most famed superheroine. Life gave surprises, but this had got to be the most amusing one. Of course she knows she can't destroy an Entity like me. I have to admit, she has a steady hand and is good with knives, and it did sting, but her measly hammer and serrated kitchen knives are nothing compared to my strength. And when I leave to possess another girl, this body and the soul that belonged to it will just die. I suppose the little superheroine can kill viciously, but me? Daring to take on me? Kasdeya, an ugly name for the ugly child I was forced to inhabit. No, she dared to take on me, the legendary Malvolia? She was a fool. A complete fool. She will never learn. No one will understand my power. Perhaps Tikki does. Little pest. And her insignificant chosen. I revel in calling and proving her to be weak, but it did come on as a surprise when even my own kin failed to overcome her! They're all dipshits, the shadows and the superhero and her kwami. The shadows because they are weak to the light. And everyone knows about the other two. At least Malvolia is able to step out and face the light of creation without being knocked to the ground. The shadows and I have existed forever, since Tikki's birth. And since all those inferior and revolting kwamis are immortal, (undeserving of that part, really) as am I.
We Entities were created for good, when the kwamis were unavailable, or, in my terms, incapable, we were called to help the kwamis' chosens. The shadows were assigned to the more darker of the main seven miraculouses, the black cat, the fox, and the bee. Entities like me, mixtures of the light and dark, were assigned to the more… brighter of the group, if there was a comprehensible way of putting it. But I was not stupid. I was not dense like all my other kin. I knew that I was just a replacement, I would never be seen as a kwami's equal. And if I couldn't, kwamis and their chosens alike did not deserve to exist. I went rogue, and as the most powerful of all the lighter Entities, I overpowered a living girl. The kwamis and the Guardians were horrified, but I didn't care about their expectations. Their expectations of me being obedient, servile, and taking the stupid kwamis' place. Well, to hell with them! Our training, and their encouraging words. I recall one of them saying, "You are a chosen's and a kwami's last resort. You are the most important." Lies. A last resort? We were just a back-up, the spare, the leftovers. I was named Malvolia for a reason. "Ill-will." Ill-will, huh? I like that. This is my destiny and I absolutely love it. I'm determined to make them all suffer, everyone who thinks they are better than me. Who thinks they can overpower me! No one dared to the first few centuries, and I didn't know whether to feel satisfied or bored. Satisfied that these people, the kwamis, even those bloody Guardians! were too scared to even look me in the eye as an Entity. Bored, because I craved seeing them all suffer in pain, and without reason, I was not able to satisfy my bloodlust.
And then, in this eternal life I was granted the blessing of an uprising! The blasted bothers had found their chosens after several centuries, and I was glad to find someone to maim and mutilate. And oh, how fun it was! I had found the perfect orphan girl to manipulate, one whose distant family had forgotten her. Her mind and body was perfect to carry out my deeds, and I found myself loving the feeling of being in a human body once more. I tortured the superheroes, physically, mentally, and emotionally. The verbal and emotional abuse was fun, especially when I got to slice up the people that were close to them. But my cravings were not met, and the most fun part was leaving the chosens themselves a mangled mess of blood and flesh. The sadness of it all was that I knew I could not finish them off, because then no one would be able to stop the other rogue miraculous wielders. As much as rebellions fascinated me, whenever it involved the miraculous, I despised it. At that time, the rogue was the wielder of the bee. Named herself Killer Wasp, or something obnoxious like that. I hated her almost as much as I hated the Guardians. I wasn't going to stop her or kill off the heroes. Watching them torture each other was amusing, and I knew death had to take its toll on its own. I was not allowed, and that's the only rule I follow. A few years later, my kin began to follow in my footsteps. They had seen the truth through the lies of the Guardians and had turned. They strayed from me, however, and that was fine by me. Work alone and you will never be betrayed. I learned that a long time ago.
The shadows, instead of becoming the "last resort" when the kwamis weren't available, they would take over the human's mind anytime they felt like it, even when they were transformed. They manipulated the weak human and made them do evil things, and the best part of it all is that the human chose to do the evil! This scared the living daylights out of Tikki, realizing the full potential of the Entities as long as we had the power they had given us. She had reasoned and pleaded with the Guardians, asking them to take back the power, but they had blatantly refused her, saying that doing so would disrupt the balance, as would making a wish with the ladybug and black cat miraculous. I remember discovering this and smirking, knowing I would never be helpless or powerless in the eternity that all us beings live in. This torture from me and whatever human I inhabit will last forever and forever and no one will be able to stop it. Me. Those kwamis don't know how it feels like. Pain. Abandonment. Invisibility. I do, and I will make everyone suffer because of it. And present day has made that either easier or more difficult. Difficult. Mmm. I like a good challenge.
Hawkmoth had called me. I was not able to find the identities of Ladybug and Cat Noir, because as the millenia passed by, Plagg and Tikki had grown more cautious and were getting better at hiding. Anyway, Hawkmoth had heard of my ability to kill normal people in the slums of Paris, and assigned me to the task of finding Ladybug and Cat Noir's identities. He did not know I was an Entity. I told him I would not tell him who they were, but torture them I would, and he agreed. He gave me a week to observe and figure them out. After a day, I found out who Ladybug was, but not Cat Noir. And I didn't care about Cat Noir, only Ladybug at the moment. Because I had found some tea. Some very interesting tea about our wonderful Marinette Dupain-Cheng. On the second night, there was a lightning storm. I had went out past midnight on purpose and was soaked. Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng were quick to bring me in. I planted on my signature fake smile and said, in return for their kindness, I would give them a beautiful photo. They hesitated, but agreed. Finally, the best part was watching those two suffer. I assumed Marinette and Tikki knew something was wrong even in their sleep because they were down the stairs the moment I pressed the button. I shook my head at their sudden deaths and short screams. Not even blood-curdling. Not even ear-piercing shrieks. Just a cry for help, a scream, and death. For satisfaction, I pulled out a serrated knife and started stabbing them. I was done and my cravings were fed. Now, I looked up at Marinette's face. She was just staring, not even blinking. Her normal bluebell eyes had turned grey. Her skin had a grey pallor to it. She stood stock-still in her parents' bedroom and stared, as if taking in every detail of the overkill. I saw a single tear slide down her cheek, but no more. This was when I learned more about my good friend Marinette, more about the tea I had found. This had never happened before, and I was a little shocked to say the least, about the change in my kin. The shadows only took over the darker of the miraculous, but look at them now, taking over the owner of the ladybug miraculous with no hesitation. I almost laughed out loud. This century was going to be the most interesting I've ever lived in my entire existence. Just because of a simple murder that she witnessed, this brave, bubbly girl had isolated herself. Depressed, cold towards society. In public, she put on a fake persona, happy. This same girl had turned into an insane, sociopathic, homicidal freak, and I loved every minute of it. Every amusing second of this girl turning her back on the world. Attacking me and splattering my residence with both of our blood. She was foolish. I had a score to settle with the kwamis and the Guardians, and both of our rebellions against them made my mission harder. She was foolish to try and defeat me. One day, they will all surrender to me, and only me, and my kin will bow down and make sure they surrender to me. All those kwamis, all those dead chosens who are now living in the afterlife, all those goody-two-shoes Entities will bow down. Especially her. For causing so much trouble and becoming temporarily evil, and lying to her friends, and always showing up late, they all still love her. And I will torture her, I will force her, until she and Tikki are lying at my feet begging for mercy. Watch her try and kill me and cause me pain again. Just watch.
Does it all piece together? Do you understand? Hopefully now you can see the picture the puzzle is finally starting to make.