"Hawkmoth!" A voice like thunder echoed through the room. The wolves on the stage froze. Suez was standing in the center aisle.

"Who are you?" Hawkmoth snarled. Suez smiled for a bit.

"You didn't know me in the past as well, when you gave me a disgusting meal that was made of a child." The red tongue of Hawkmoth hung out of his mouth.

"Zeus!" He panted. "It's you."

Suez nodded. "Exactly," The smile disappeared off his face, his gaze was chilly and as hard as stone. "I thought I had punished you enough, Hawkmoth, when I turned you into a wolf. But you even abuse your own punishment." His hand opened the pouch on his belt.

Adrien could feel the blood returning to his head. It was like his brain suddenly got a lot of oxygen. In one flash, he understood everything. Zeus, the God of Thunder and Lightning, the god with lightning bolts in his hands. Suez was Zeus. It was difficult to believe, but Adrien believed it.

He saw the rings on Suez' fingers flash, like small lightning in the poorly lighted room. The audience in the room didn't move. The wolves that crouched over him and Marinette were still frozen. He couldn't move either.

"You can't do anything to me in your puny human form," Hawkmoth snarled. "I was alone back then. But now I have power. They…" He pointed to the people in the room. "They obey me! Gods are gone. You're not from this time, Zeus."

"No?" Suez said and he looked a little surprised. "Take a good look at me. I adapt myself to every century and I feel comfortable in it too. I even dance on the music that is popular right now. Man, I feel alive. Ever heard of heavy metal? Metallica? Led Zeppelin? Are you familiar with them?"

"Stop talking!" Hawkmoth gestured to the people in the room. "Stand up and get him. Kill this fake god!"

No-one in the room moved, even an inch. The people stayed seated with a glassy look in their yellow eyes, like they had no idea what was going on. The wolves on the stage also didn't move.

"You don't understand, Hawkmoth," Suez said. "This is between you and me. They have nothing to do with this. This far before their time." He put his hand in the pouch on his hip. "Maybe it was my fault for turning you into a wolf, so you would become a myth."

"Lump it!" Hawkmoth jumped up, surprisingly agile, off the stage and showed his teeth. "Now you will be killed by that same wolf." He arched back, ready to attack.

Suez' hand quickly emerged from the pouch. There shone something dazzling between his fingers. "That's not what I meant, you old, worn out wolf. You overestimate yourself. I mean that I will turn you back into the human that you were, before I turned you into a wolf."

From his hand leaped a strong, bright, white lightning bolt, that zigzagged over the path in a flash, drilled its way into the middle of Hawkmoth's skull and made its way into his brain. The wolf screamed. White light splashed out on all sides of him. Right through the coat appeared a skeleton, as on an X-ray. A wolf skull that was bent, twisted and transformed, into a human skull. The white light slowly dulled. Hawkmoth was no longer a wolf, but a man. A very old man, shriveled, dried out and grained like a very old, dead tree. His eyes were white bulbs.

"A human more than two thousand years old," Suez said and at that moment he looked cruel and inexorable, like a god who knows no mercy. The curse that had made Hawkmoth a myth, was lifted. Myths aren't bound to time and live forever. Mortals don't.

Hawkmoth tried to flip him off; a fatal effort for a two thousand year old. The finger broke off immediately. Hawkmoth's parchment skin crumbled, his bones crushed and he turned into a small pile of gray dust and ash.