Super super late, I know. School is getting hectic. But same as with It's Magic My Dear I won't be able to update every week, but this fic will still be updated every Tuesday.

The news of The Black Plague's capture had spread quickly. As Ladybug walked down the halls, whispers of their victory and wicked things of which they should do to the prisoner came to her ears before the knights and the chambermaids would see her and erupt into praise. Ladybug just kindly waved and quickened her pace. She wasn't the one who captured him. She had just told them where to look and was here to receive him.

The Black Plague is the most dangerous of Hawkmoth's weapons, not even considered human anymore. He's brought down whole civilizations and has killed millions. He brings destruction wherever he goes, leaving nothing in his wake.

Ladybug was instructed to track him down. It took her months to finally track him down to a cave outside of a remote village. He had been injured before-hand and was resting. He was in such a deep sleep that he didn't hear the crunching of the snow underneath her boots and she walked to the mouth of the cave.

When she returned a group of soldiers were sent out to the location she gave. A few came back in critical condition and he killed two while he was here. The rest of the soldiers were able to get him into the cell. But what he said is still ringing in her ears.

"Volo vobis felix funus."

"What could he have meant by that?" She thought. She knocked three times on the door and she was so deep in thought that she barely heard the soft 'come in' that followed suit.

Master Fu was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor on a green carpet. His eyes were closed and his hands rested on his knees. He would usually be found in this position whenever someone entered his room.

She quietly entered the room and kneeled down on the green carpet in front of him with her hands resting on her knees, patiently waiting for him to acknowledge her,

The laugh lines around his eyes from years of laughing crinkled as he opened his naturally squinted eyes and smiled at the young lady kneeled in front of him. "Hello Ladybug. I hear that The Black Plague has been captured."

"Yes." Fu tilted his head. "And yet you do not look happy."

"I'm just worried, Master. Something the Black Plague said is bothering me." Master Fu's assistant Wyazz the poofed into the room.

Wyazz is a kwami. A mystical creature of long ago that gives all the Miraculous Holders their powers and weapons. They act as both personal trainers and sometimes assistants and counselors. They can also change between their true forms and their humanoid ones, though some prefer to keep their original form.

He was holding two teacups full of herbal tea. He set a cup on top of a coaster in front of both of them. Master Fu nodded. "Thank you Wyazz."

"You are welcome, Master." He deeply bowed before disappearing n a puff of smoke.

"Now," he grabbed the cup's handle and raised it to his mouth, "tell me your worries."

"The Black Plague said: volo vobis felix funus. What does that mean?" There was no response. She hadn't noticed that she had bowed her head while she was talking and looked back up. What she saw rocked her to the core.

The usually calm Master Fu looked as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes had blown wide and the hand holding his teacup was trembling, making the tea inside the cup splatter all over the carpet.

"Master?" Are you all right?" Marinette asked.

"Yes. I am okay." He placed his teacup down on the newly saturated spot on the carpet and rubbed his forehead. His voice was strained when he continued on. "Do not worry, Marinette. Perhaps it was just a scare tactic."

"If you say so Master."

"She really did a number on you." Plagg sat on the floor in his human form beside Plague as he coughed up one of his lungs.

Soon after Ladybug and Rena left, Plagg poofed inside the cell in his human form to find Plague coughing up a puddle of blood. He used his magic to release the cuffs and the boy slumped over and clutch his sides. Plagg teleported beside him on the floor and patted his back.

"W-what happened?" He choked out.

"Hawkmoth took control of you."

He could tell that much from his pounding headache. "I mean before that."

"You should've been more specific then, " Plagg said. Plague reached out and tried to swat his arm but severely missed and ended up hitting air. He quickly moved his arm back to clutching his stomach as he coughed up more blood.

"You were injured and went to rest inside a cave, but you were sleeping so hard that you didn't wake up when the Miraculous soldiers found you and captured you."

"Did I hurt anybody?"

"Two dead and six in critical condition."

The dirty blonde groaned. Whenever the haze took over him, he loses complete control over both his mind and body. It was like sleeping. When you wake up, you know you've dreamt something but for your life you can't remember what it was.

Everytime he awakens from his haze he learns what happens either from Plagg or from the whispers of Hawkmoth's guards. Every detail would strike him with fear and horror of what he has done while under his father's control. Hawkmoth loved it though. He would boast of the crimes Chat had committed with pride, daring anyone to threaten his kingdom at the risk of fighting his greatest weapon.

This didn't bother him anymore though. He learned long ago that the only way to please him was to kill. Even if he never remembers doing so. As long as he killed for him, he was the proud weapon of Hawkmoth, the supreme ruler.

Both of his ears twitched before the door to the dungeon began to creak loudly as it opened. Plagg transformed back into his kwami from and hid inside one of the many pockets of his suit. Plague balled up further and covered his ears to desperately keep his already pounding headaches from getting worse.

The ringing in his ear was loud and getting louder. It had gotten so loud that he couldn't hear whoever was running towards him but rather felt the vibration of their feet hitting against the concrete floor.

He felt someone shaking his arm but he was too weak to do anything about it. Soon his whole world turned black.