A dark, cold room, Hawkmoth found himself in, alone, along with the myriad of thoughts and plans, in deep contemplation. Both his hands rested atop the walking stick he twirled as a cane, his head bowed slightly, as he stared at his hands atop his staff, and in deep silence, only the fluttering of the moths around him being of any form of acknowledgement. A small crack of sunlight creeping in through the window shone upon the masked villain. He came here primarily when he planned to create another Akumatized subject to do his whims, to cause chaos to draw out, and to steal the miraculous' belonging to Ladybug and Chat Noir.

As of the past week though, he hadn't needed to do that.

He had the identity of Chat Noir. The entire city had that information. He had even gone into several news studios and answered many, many questions that were asked of him about his identity. Adrien Agreste.

One of the most unlikely people Hawkmoth could have ever expected. Many a time had he seen Agreste and Chat Noir in the same place, thanks to his telepathic powers. It had seemed impossible for them to be one in the same, but that must have been due to coincidence, and chance, allowing the young boy to change into his superhero alter ego out of sight of the villain through whom Hawkmoth looked though.

Possessing this knowledge had been key to his fight against the super hero duo, as it allowed him to launch attack after attack on them without having to worry about losing their location, and having to draw them out with more and more of his Akuma.

But the information he now had... Was different.

What could he do with this? Adrien Agreste, a famous model for a famous designer, living in Paris and going to a public school. None of those gave the villain a particularly large amount to work with. An average student who didn't stand out would have been a perfect target, no someone who was a famous face, and especially not when that face has been broadcasted to the entire world. Eyes would be on him at all times. He still needed his Akuma, as without them, separating Agreste from his classmates would be basically impossible.

Not to mention that the Agreste boy had not returned to his home in days. He had kept a close, but quiet eye on the movements of the model and his home. And at home, he was nowhere to be found.

But the powers of Hawkmoth, the power to sense the emotions of others, his Empathic powers, hinted at anger. Suppressed feelings of regret. Of loss. Of disbelief, and of fury.

Ingredients needed to Akumatize a person.

He had not attempted to Akumatize another miraculous holder, and was convinced it did not work that way. His own Akumatizations did not work on him, so he doubted it would work on another miraculous holder. Miraculous holders held an immunity to their own powers, so as not to destroy themselves when using them. Certain elements of that traced over. Miraculous' were tools for good, and thus, could not directly affect one another. While a direct attack from Chat Noir's Cataclysm attack would not hurt him, the same logic applied to him. Hawkmoth should, in theory, be unable to Akumatize another individual who possessed a miraculous.

Then again... Did that apply to their civilian forms? Was it not worth the chance to get hold of those items of power?

"I don't want to be treated any differently to how I already was before." The boy had said on camera, many times, punctuating the point again and again. He was used to interviews, and in front of people. He looked like a regular when he answered the various questions thrown at him, but he focused purely on saying that. "I only want to be treated as Chat Noir when I am Chat Noir."

The villain knew what the hero wanted. He knew what he desired the most. To blend in. To not stand out in the crowd. He wanted to be seen as a regular student, like any other child his age. He didn't want to be looked at like he was superior, different, better or worse for something he did. He was a humble person.

Underneath that however, was a dark corruption of his heart. He wanted people to leave him the hell alone. He wanted the media to stay quiet about him. He wanted to live his life the way he wanted to, without ever having to be judged as both the boy, and as the cat.

A few words could change the very fabric of a person's mind... if administered correctly.

He wanted everyone to forget who he was.

He wanted their minds to turn...

Blank.

One thing Adrien had kept on his person since he made his mad dash home to steal some of his clothes back, was a necklace, which had a picture of both him, and his mother inside it. The only reminder he had of her that wasn't just picture on some kind of computer screen, but a physical reminder that his mother had, at least at some point, been there with him.

It was a necklace that had belonged to her, which she had gifted to him, just before she disappeared. He had always kept it close to him at all times, like that itself was his miraculous. It was precious to him, sentimentally. He missed his mother dearly. He had no idea where she had gone, but in reality, he could not bring himself to blame her for leaving. Had he been old enough, he probably would have asked to go with her. It wasn't a surprise that she left, seeing as his father had always been so cold to them...

What had she seen in him, Adrien wondered. Was he a different man years ago, bright eyes, eager and able to smile and laugh? Was there a spark of passion in his soul back then? Because if there had been, it had gone to die years ago.

Nearly an entire week since Chat Noir was outed as Adrien Agreste, and not once had his father even attempted to get into contact with his son. No doubt reeling from all the publicity he was receiving, both positive and negative. He had barely even seen his father over the past month, being so busy with work and meetings. It wouldn't honestly surprise him if his father hadn't even noticed his disappearance had his identity not been plastered all over the city.

Part of Adrien was glad in a way. Over the past few weeks, he had seen more, done more, and learned far more about how love was supposed to be than he ever had with his father. Obviously it was different with Marinette... But she helped him see just what sort of a life he had been living. A loveless life now would be so empty... So... Dark and... Empty and... Nothing. There would honestly be nothing in his life without love now.

He had lost basically everything else, his privacy, his alter ego, and his chances of being a regular school teenager, and he didn't want to lose love as well.

"Of all the people to wind up with my miraculous, I had to get the one person in all of Paris who is obsessed with love." Plagg's voice shot out from nowhere, not restricting itself in any way, taking no consideration for the sleeping individuals in Marinette's home.

"Plagg, be quiet!" Adrien hissed, putting a finger on his lips to signify to the Kwami to not make any noise. "Marinette is still sleeping!"

"Why do you humans even have the concept of love?" Plagg continued asking, not minding his voice. "I get that it's nice and all. I've seen way too much of you two to deny that. But does it actually serve a purpose?"

"Don't Kwami feel love?"

"I haven't."

"That's because you're as simple as they come, Plagg. If it has nothing to do with cheese, you don't want to know about it. Now keep it down!" Adrien said, making sure to keep his voice as low as he could.

"Mmm... Too late..." Adrien heard Marinette stir from her sleep, moving to sit upright, and rubbing her tired. She didn't keep her hair in their pigtails in her sleep, and so, her hair was now messy and unkempt, and covered one of her eyes slightly. She had only just awoke, but she stilled looked adorable to Adrien.

"Mari... Sorry Plagg and I woke you up..." Adrien said, flicking his Kwami with his finger with as much force as he could muster. The force sent Plagg back a few inches, but he quickly returned to his original position.

"No... I was already sort of awake..." Marinette reassured him, rubbing her eyes and covering up a yawn. She shuffled over to the side of her bed and let her feet hand over the edge as she joined the blond model and the Kwami in their conversation. "I don't really sleep too much anymore..."

"What? Why? Are you feeling alright?" Adrien questioned with a concerned look on his face.

"Yeah, I'm okay... I'm just... Still adjusting to all of this, I think. Like I think I'll go to sleep one night, and then I'll wake up to find out this," She gestured to her and Adrien, pointing at both of them a few times before carrying on her sentence, "Will have all been a dream."

"I promise you, this isn't a dream, Mari." Adrien smiled at her. She still had these small, silly phobias regarding their relationship, which Adrien couldn't be more amused by.

"Unless we all live in someone's dream, and we'll be erased from existence if that person wakes up." Plagg commented, hovering between tired blunette and the happy blonde. He made his voice as sarcastic as he could manage, seeing as he didn't believe in that sort of superstition when he was in ancient Egypt, and he wasn't going to believe it now.

"Well, if that is the case, I can't think of a better existence to have shared." The young Parisian replied without hesitation, smiling at Marinette brightly.

That sparked a blush from the young girl, and she looked away in impulsive embarrassment. How did he manage to say things like that so straight faced, without even seeming slightly embarrassed by it? "Why are you making me blush so early?..."

"It doesn't take a lot." Adrien said with another smirk. He had noticed how prone she was to blushing, and had discovered that making her blush didn't require a lot of effort. She seemed to go red just being around him. Tipping her towards blushing didn't take much more than a simple comment, and then her face would be red like a tomato.

"Don't tease me!" Marinette told him, a small smile on her face.

"I'm not... Much."

The two of them often had small little fights like this, that weren't even really fights. More lovers banter back and forth. Both the teenagers simply found it fun to have their little harmless spats.

It had been just a few days since Adrien had stayed with the Dupain-Cheng's. Both of Marinette's parents had been amazingly supportive and hospitable to the young blond. Something that Adrien wasn't sure he'd ever be able to repay them for being. They had been so kind to him after their initial meeting, that they almost were like an actual family. They treated him like they treated Marinette, like Adrien had always been there.

A few days had passed since Adrien made his announcement to not only his classmates, but the whole world. He had done at least five interviews, far more than he had expected to have to do, but the effect it had gave him his desired result. Reporters were, for now, leaving him alone. If something major happened, they'd surely hound him again, but for now, they had gotten lost.

Chloe was still as bitter as to be expected. She never spoke anymore. Not even a sound from her. When she'd normally be chastising, bullying and insulting others, she just remained silent. Adrien could see she looked at Marinette with vengeful eyes. She was beyond furious. But there wasn't anything she could do that would change Adrien's mind.

He loved Marinette. He didn't love Chloe. She was just going to have to accept that.

He and his girlfriend still continued their activities as Chat Noir and Ladybug, and there was definitely a lot more media focus on those two. Many reporters trying to get Ladybug to give up her identity had practically become the normal for them. Chat had not responded well to those, going as far as to rip their equipment out of their hands, and break several cameras. Had he not been a superhero, he would have probably been charged with property damage, and he had received plenty of scolding's from Ladybug later on.

Underneath the huge layer of love and happiness Adrien felt every day in his life now, there was something darker brewing inside of him.

"Adrien, do you want to get some breakfast here, or on the way to school?"" Marinette asked him, her cheery voice breaking through his deep thoughts. He returned to reality and was faced with a cute smile from the most important girl in the world to him.

He stumbled on his words a little bit as he snapped back into the real world. "I - um, sorry, Mari, I was thinking about... Something." It wasn't the best excuse he had, nor was it the most convincing, or mind resting one, but it was all he had.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, her voice becoming soft as it always did when she was worried. The cute way her hands would tighten themselves as they hovered above her chest, and how her blue eyes showed clear concern for him always made Adrien's heart beat a bit faster than normal.

"Yeah... Just some personal thoughts, that's all."

"You want to talk about it?"

"No thanks, Mari. I'm alright."

A small and soft smile arrived on Marinette's adorable face as she nodded in her understanding. She gave him a small but warm hug, not needing to give him more comfort than that. "Okay. Just let me know if you want to, okay?"

"I will, Bugaboo." Adrien assured her. He was lucky to have her. He knew he was, and he wouldn't ever let himself forget that fact. He was very, very, supremely lucky to have someone like her, who cared for him as much as she did. Someone who made him feel as loved, and as cared for, as she made him feel. "Thank you."

'If only you knew, Marinette...' He thought sadly, as he held her close. 'If only you knew some of the things they said about you...'

School wasn't that bad. Adrien still got comments from people about his hero life, often commenting on how he took down a criminal or a thief or whoever the heck else he had dealt with the previous night. Sometimes, people stared at him. Other times, they didn't even acknowledge him.

His teachers treated him a little better though. Clearly nervous by the fact a superhero was sat barely a few meters away from them, many of them were disturbingly nice to him, unbefitting a French school.

Adrien hated it.

He didn't want to be looked at differently. He didn't want to be treated any better for being a superhero. He didn't want preferential treatment. Those were the very reasons he wanted to go to a public school in the first place, as opposed to private tutors his father hired to keep him restricted in his freedoms. The media had done the same thing with cameras and video tapes, and nothing short of cosmetic surgery and a fake ID was going to make that all go away.

He really, really hated it.

Break-time was often the worst part for the young Parisian. He had always turned heads when he was in break. He was a model, and considered to be a handsome model at that. He apparently just had that natural charm with people, but he was used to that, so he didn't mind it so much. But now that he was Chat Noir publicly?

Handsome. Model. Rich. Chat Noir.

There really wasn't a bigger four word combination to attract nearly every head in the school. Although curiously enough, they never seemed to approach him, only watching from afar, knowing of his relationship with Marinette. That was one thing more Adrien had to be thankful to his beautiful girlfriend for.

But what he had seen...

The internet was a very cruel place to be. Adrien had known this since he was a kid. There were a lot of mean people behind screens, saying things they would never say to other people's faces, people too cowardly to say anything to someone face to face. And people who were really just nasty people.

And they all had a new target.

Marinette.

He hated it.

Since Adrien was revealed to be the cat-themed superhero, and his and Marinette's relationship had been made public, Adrien hadn't even been able to use the World Wide Web without seeing someone insulting Marinette.

And that made him utterly furious.

Articles, emails, messages, anything that could be done, someone had done it, all as a way of demonising Marinette. So many various excuses and reasons, so much hate for this girl. Over the stupidest things. Many called her ugly, far, only loving Chat for fame. Anyone who knew her knew that this was complete and utter bullshit.

Not that that had any effect on the scum behind the monitors. People so desperate for attention that they would insult someone they didn't even know, someone so close to him... And for what?

He hated it.

He sat alone, with a drink in his hand, of cold, icy water on a bench while Marinette was speaking to Alya about something. He had decided not to pry. He could feel people looking at him, and he did his best to avoid their gazes. Instead, he kept his eyes glued to his phone, finding it impossible to find anything on this thing without it being related to him in some way. He had expected backlash against him. He had expected backlash against Marinette.

But not to this extent.

He hated it.

"Adrien. Relax." Plagg told him, sat on his shoulder. "They don't know what they're talking about. You know they don't."

Depressed, he sighed. Affectionately, he gently took hold of the pendent he kept on his person, and looked at the picture of him and his mother again, remembering when life was just simply easier for him. He couldn't help but lose himself in his thoughts. Where was she? Did she know he was Chat Noir? Was she proud? Or did she even care?

Life was a mess right now. Adrien knew that. It really was a mess right now. It was his own doing, and he had to live with those consequences... But he wished he could change the past so much...

"-Drien! Look out!"

Hearing his name called out, the blond Parisian's head shot up from his pendent and his thought process, and looked at a sea of worried faces staring at him. As he looked up, he saw what it was, just a second too late to do anything about it.

A darkened butterfly... No. An Akuma.

Akumatization happened to people who were usually alone, so nothing could have prepared anyone for an Akuma infection directly in front of them. It had been unheard of. And Adrien had been caught completely unaware. Had he responded a second earlier, his reflexes might have kicked in to save him. Landing on, and merging with his pendent, a dark force filled Adrien's mind.

"Chat Noir." A low, menacing voice, and a visual of the villain appeared very clearly in Adrien's mind. The cause of all of Paris' problems wore a mask, like a balaclava, concealing his identity. He stood in a dark, empty attic like room, surrounded by moths and butterflies which he transformed into Akuma. Like the one infecting him right now. Adrien knew he was being controlled. Manipulated. But all the same, he responded. Like he had no choice in the matter.

"Hawkmoth." Adrien responded. He had a tone of disgust as he said the name, but he also seemed to welcome the evil presence. This was, in part, due to the infection effects of an Akuma infection.

"That I am. And your name now is Blank." Hawkmoth told the Parisian model. "I'm giving you the power to wipe people's memories. The memories you select, of course. With this power, you can erase the memories of everyone that knows you are Chat Noir. You will be a regular high school student once more." His voice lowering, he spoke softly, like he was reaching out to help an old friend, despite the two being enemies. "And I shall not ask anything of you in return for this power. Consider it a... Field test."

As he spoke, Adrien looked like a man possessed to his classmates. He had stood upright upon speaking to the villain on the other side of his mind, and his eyes were now narrow, focusing intensely on absolutely nothing, and dark circles appeared underneath his eyes. As he heard Hawkmoth's offer, a wide grin appeared on the hero's face. A menacing smile.

With delicate emotion, Hawkmoth opened his hand, as a symbol of agreement and co-operation. "You shall be able to wipe the memory of everyone in Paris... And I will not ask for your miraculous, nor that of Ladybug's. All I want is for you to use this power to help yourself. What do you say? Do we have a deal?"

Inside the young Parisian's head, he had to concede. It sounded like a very, very good deal. The power to wipe people's minds... The ability to control their memories... To mind blank them. To make all of this go away. To make all the pain and worry go away.

It would create the life he wanted again. A life in which he was not the centre of attention as he always was. A life in which he was just a regular high school student again.

A life in which he could spend his days with Marinette, quietly and alone, without having to fear such media backlash for simply holding one another's hand when walking down the streets.

Why wouldn't he take this opportunity?

"I say..."

As he thought this, the dark, black bubbles of a successful Akumatization began to form around the models body, starting by covering up half of his face, and running down his entire left arm in a matter of seconds, like he was being quickly covered in large, black spots in response to a plague. He was going to be normal again. He was going to have a quiet life with Marinette again.

Marinette...

With his right eye not being covered, Adrien was able to spot his girlfriend trying to keep others away from him. Tears in her eyes. She was crying.

Did she not understand what this meant? They could live their lives, love one another, and they could be together without the pretext of doing it for cameras. They could do anything they wanted as a normal couple. They could hold hands in the public without fear of reporters jumping out at them...

So why was she crying?...

'Because you're Chat - Freaking - Noir.'

Suddenly, Adrien remembered why he did what he did. He fought to protect people. He fought to help make a difference in the city. He fought because it was the only escape he had from the mundaneness of everyday life as the model Adrien Agreste. He fought to protect those he loved.

He fought for Marinette. For Ladybug. For the girl who made him feel like he was a person. Like he was alive.

He was stronger than this.

He didn't need power from someone like Hawkmoth.

And he didn't want to make Marinette cry.

"I say..." Adrien said to the villain beyond his reach, with a fierce scream that took all the energy he had left over. He could already feel the Akuma taking over. He had to fight it. "I say... Get... The hell out of my head!"

Hawkmoth saw the resistance that the miraculous holder was showcasing now. Other cases, it wasn't a huge matter to get a target to agree. The fact that this child was able to resist where so many physically and mentally stronger than him were unable to, suggested that his miraculous affected him even outside of his transformation. However, the young teenager still seemed to be in the mid-way between Akumatization, and human, so he went to use a method he had never used before to complete the transformation, by force. This power was known as Ensnare, and it would allow him to force one of his victims into Akumatization, regardless of their choice and will.

As it was activated, Adrien felt what could only be described as the sharpest, and most burning pain he had ever endured of his entire life. His head shot backwards and he began to scream in agony and pain as he felt the darkness try to corrupt his body without his consent. It was utterly excruciating, and basically crippled his ability to move.

This was the first time anyone there had ever seen an Akumatization happen in front of them, and marked the first time anyone anywhere had seen anyone resisting the effects. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie. Hearing of what happened and seeing it happen, literally a few meters away from you, were two very different things.

Marinette wanted to help him. She desperately wanted to help him. But what could she do? Short of turning into Ladybug, in front of everyone here... She didn't know what had been Akumatized. She hadn't seen. She had kept everyone else away, for their own safety. She had to have faith. She forced herself to remember, Adrien was the strongest person she knew. If anyone could withstand an Akumatization, it was him.

Moving his hands felt like he was swimming through a pool made of needles, as sharp pains rocked throughout his nerve endings and pain receptors. He moved slowly, like his bones were made of concrete, as that made the pain somewhat bearable. One of his eyes forced itself shut, and his white teeth were gritted as hard as his jaw could clench. They were so tightly shut, blood began to seep from his jaw, where his tooth seemed to sink into his gums from sheer force.

His body fought against him every inch of the way, but he was able to slowly reach towards his neck, and the pendent that he treasured so much, now in his hands. Destroying this would stop his Akumatization... The one physical thing he had of his mother.

He apologised to his mother in his head. He'd have to mend the pendent if he got the chance. He didn't want to do this, but it wasn't like he had a whole load of options. He wrapped his fingers around the cold, metallic chain around it, and ripped it from around his neck with force, letting it fall and crack on the ground. With a heavy heart, and an even heavier foot, Adrien slammed his boot onto the pendent, hearing a sickening crack as he did.

Almost immediately, the dark bubble like substance on his body disappeared into the air, releasing him of his torment. The pain went away immediately, but he still felt it, lingering in his body. Exhausted, he collapsed, breathing heavily.

"Adrien!" The model was far too out of his mind right now to stand up, much less really acknowledge much of whatever else it was that was going on, but he was able to tilt his head up to see Marinette rushing towards him as quickly as she could.

Neither of them really considered the effects of this.

The Akuma crawled from the cracks in the pendent. The normal behaviour of such a creature was to fly and retreat, returning to Hawkmoth so as not to waste the energy and power Hawkmoth had bestowed into them. But this one was an abnormality. It didn't heed the regular rules.

It attack a new target. Marinette.

"Marinette, wait!" Adrien warned, noticing the unusual behaviour of the evil creature. He didn't notice it in time though.

The blue haired girl didn't even receive the warning before it was too late. With a quick dart from the evil creature, attacking an item of clothing on her person, Marinette had already been infected. The same dead stare, the same responses. The same disturbing, eerie smile. Adrien could imagine the promises Hawkmoth was making her. Was she strong enough?

She was stronger than he was. She didn't even allow herself to feel tempted by the corrupt powers Hawkmoth promised her, refusing them outright without hesitation. This would only lead to the power Hawkmoth had used on Adrien. The unbearable pain.

The process repeated itself, but this time, Adrien wasted no time. Using his adrenaline that was coursing through his veins, the pain he felt numbed by the opioids in his brain, producing a massive painkiller effect, he shot to his feet and, before the dark bubbles could form around her skin, he targeted the object that had been Akumatized. Her hair bobbles.

"Sorry about this, Mari." Adrien said silently, before ripping them both to pieces. He was too late to stop her from feeling no pain at all, but it was a far cry to whatever it would have been had he not stepped in when he did.

Collapsing as he had done, Adrien held onto Marinette as she fell, lowering her down gently, so she didn't hurt herself on the floor. He looked over her, worried for any damages to her. Aside from the pain, she was fine. "Marinette, are you alright?"

"I'm... Okay, Kitty." She responded to him with a weak smile. She was trying to hide the feelings that she had, but the effects were obvious. She was in pain. There was no way she wasn't. Adrien had been screaming out in agony. It took her some serious willpower not to do the same. She was hurting, that much was clear.

And that was more than enough to justify force.

"Plagg." Adrien said, standing up after he had gently placed Marinette on the ground. His voice was dark, low, and there was clear hatred in his tone, that made even his Kwami shiver. He was beyond furious. Bloodthirsty almost. Someone had hurt Mari. He wanted revenge, consequences to himself be damned. "Claws out. Now."

Complying with his request, marked the first time Adrien had transformed willingly in front of his classmates. Some took videos, some took photos, and all of them watched in sheer amazement as he changed from Adrien Agreste, shy, handsome model, to Chat Noir, leather suited superhero, known for having quite a cocky attitude and an ego.

With his teeth shown, his glare at his target, and his claws primed, he almost looked like a villain.

"Adrien?..." Marinette called for him lightly, but Chat didn't hear. He was already focusing on his target.

Hawkmoth had decided it necessary to attack him during school hours. The one time he had where he could just be the person he wanted to be. A regular high school student. That was all he wanted. What was so hard to understand about that? But then, Hawkmoth had finally crossed the line. He had hurt Marinette.

That Akuma was not going to return to Hawkmoth. Not this time. Chat refused to allow that to happen.

How long had that evil scumbag terrorized them? How many times had he hurt people in Paris? Hundreds of times, surly. The damage he frequently caused the city was beyond belief. Adults, students, even children. It didn't make a difference who he had to use in order to get what he wanted. He had no concept of ethics.

But never had Adrien, nor Chat Noir felt this level of sheer, unrepressed hatred towards him. In truth, part of him had always been a bit grateful for Hawkmoths existence. Without him, Adrien may never have become Chat Noir. He may never have gotten that sense of freedom. He may never have met Ladybug. He may never have seen Marinette that way. He may never have fallen in love with the beautiful blue haired fashion designer.

But now... He had hurt her. He had hurt the most important person in the world to Chat.

Leaping as high as he could go, he chased after the Akuma, fleeing from its pursuer as quickly as it could. With his speed and reflexes, Chat didn't need long to catch up, climbing and jumping up onto the roof of his school. In his palm, he had already prepared his Cataclysm attack. He had a single shot to eradicate this Akuma from the world

"You're not getting away from me!" He shouted at the Akuma, launching himself at the butterfly-like creature, he shot his hand forward, covered in a dark black destructive force. "Cataclysm!"

One inch.

That was all he missed by.

The Akuma took a change of course, shooting up by a single inch, making Chat miss his attempt, and nearly destroying a wall, and narrowly avoid falling off the roof. To stop himself from creating a huge amount of damage from destroying the wall, Chat had no choice but to slam his hand into a fist, dispersing the ability he wielded. Having used up his one use of Cataclysm, Chat Noir didn't have anything he could use to destroy the Akuma. He couldn't capture the disgusting creatures like Ladybug. And he had missed his chance to destroy it.

He slammed his fist into the wall, his claws digging into his palm. "Damn it!"

To put it simply, Hawkmoth was stunned.

He wasn't surprised that it hadn't worked on Adrien. that was to be expected. He only attempted this to confirm his theory. He still needed more time and power to force an Akumatization...

But why hadn't it worked against the girl?

He had planned to use her to attack the young hero. He doubted, that the girl was now public knowledge he was dating, would be an issue to transform. And that it would make Adrien not want to attack her.

But she resisted too...

The evil-doers eyes widened. "Could it be?..."

To the person who asked why Chapter 14 went offline... thats a very good freaking question '-'
Reupdate time!

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