-Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir-
Dark energy erupted from Hawkmoth's miraculous, flooring him. A dark murderous aura, on par with nothing he could ever imagine. "Such emotion cannot be released onto the world. Why does such a thing exist?" Franticly Hawkmoth attempted to grasp at his control over the akuma, but he felt no obedient will. Instead it felt as if the dark aura had opened it's eyes to him, recognising his presence. Darkness shot out from the miraculous, enveloping him in shadow. He thrashed against the power, unable to stop it from taking him. Fully surounded he drew his anger into himself then thrust it as hard as he could into the darkness, in an attempt to dominate the aura. The darkness seemed to flinch at the attack, before attacking back at him, angry now from the inconvenience of it. Hawkmoth continued to struggle.
-Miraculous-
"Ladybug no!" Chat desperately cried. "You are enough, you are! Fight it, You always have been enough for me, just as you are! I only wanted to know all of you, and if this is it then that is wonderful, m'lady. I love you!" Tears rolled down his cheaks as he held Ladybug in his arms.
"Kitty? I- I don't understand."
Chat pulled humself from her. She was fine. Her eyes where wet from her crying but there was no purple outline shining on her face, no bubbling along her skin. but he was sure that the akuma had landed on her. "M'lady?"
"That akuma, it landed on me. I felt it but it isn't here anymore. I can't feel it inside of me. What is-"
A bright light shone from her earing, the dark butterfly shooting out of it with incredible speed. Unable to see from the light she fumbled for her yo-yo, and blindly threw it after the akuma, but to no avail. As the light faded they knew it had got away. The pair looked at each other in silence.
Ladybug opened her mouth. "Am I really enough?"
Chat looked at her as if she where crazy. "Always have been."
-Miraculous-
I'm here
. It's so dark here these days, maybe my eyes have given out after eternity here, or maybe they've become so used to this place that I can't take note of anything anymore. That never happened for my ears though. They never became desencitised to this place. I still hear and recognise every scream here, though it takes me a bit recognise my own. I haven't moved in forever, haven't tried. It was pointless then as it is pointless now. Sometimes i question whether I'm still alive. If my soul is trapped here or if for some reason I'm in hell. Whenever I question this something always comes out from me to remind me i'm not dead. Hate. Pute hate and rage rises, aimed at one I once called friend. A feeling that has sturred in my gut for millennia and would stir for a millennia more for a chance at revenge. It'd let the world die to get back at it. So it reminds me. I'm alive. I hear so many screams. Screams. Screams. Screams. And the flutter of butterfly wings. and more screams. I see dark. Dark. Dark. And cracks of purple. A new, beautiful, purple light seeping from the cracks that spread across this endless dark abyss. The flapping of wings is louder and I think I may cry. My world shakes and the darkness cracks open to reveal a beautiful purple butterfly. The force of its giant wings melt away my binding and I'm let go. A fresh breeze it flowing around the butterfl, flowing around me. I reach my hand, tears of joy flooding from my eyes. I touch it and. I'm free.
-End Chapter 21-