Celeste and Lila sat in their seats just behind the front row. Both were dressed casually, yet appropriately and were greeted by a few familiar faces. Sometimes it was ones they'd rather not see, sometimes it was friendly faces. But they both knew what to expect if they came to such a large event. They could see anyone and so they had to look their best. Anyone could be fooled by their appearance, thinking they had the perfect mother-daughter relationship. Both females were in matching outfits and wore smiles, but the tension between them was still there.

Celeste could feel the anger bubbling and hissing away in her brain. The akuma was raging and roaring in her mind to be let out, but it stayed put. Locked in her imaginary box. The teen played with her hair as she tried to keep calm. She knew that doing this was a mistake. But she had agreed to it anyway, just to please her grandma. The only person who loved her. She looked over at her mother. Celeste knew that she couldn't let her anger out.

Lila was going through some messages on her phone while she waited for the show to start. Unlike her daughter, the brunette could feel her approval growing. A smirk was plastered on her lips as she read another message. Everything was set in place for her grand plan. The only thing that was missing was her daughter feeling as much negative energy as possible, but that didn't seem to be a problem as she could already sense the anger radiating off the teen. All she needed was the perfect spot for her to burst.

Both brunette's sat side by side, each doing their own thing. They both had a plan within their own minds and they needed to make sure the other didn't ruin it.

Celeste looked at her mother and Lila looked back. Both females' green eyes glinted in the light, pent up rage and aggression lighting a flame in their pupils. It didn't help that they were at this event together. The tension was too much. Nothing could be salvaged from their past relation. They had nothing in common except for their appearance the reason why they were there: Lila's mother. The one person who knows that they can get along. The one person who knew they were one in the same.

"What happens at the fashion show, stays at the fashion show," Lila spoke, breaking the silence.

"Agreed," Celeste responded focusing on the catwalk, "If we fight, we'll tell grandma a white lie."

The woman nodded. The one thing that they could agree on was the only reason why they had come back to each other. They both knew that they'd never be able to get along, not when they were left to their own resources.

Both mother and daughter sat in silence as the lighting dimmed and everyone's attention was drawn to the catwalk. Silence filled the room and the first model emerged.

Marinette stood beside Audrey Bourgeois, surveying the fashion show from above. They'd just discussed the collab and were enjoying the rest of the show.

"Well, I'm happy to say that this collab may be a success," Audrey smiled at her.

"Really?" The bluenette asked.

"Of course!" The blonde responded, before catching where the bluenette was staring, "Breath-taking isn't it?"

"Definitely," Marinette sighed as she looked at the people below.

"I'm just glad that I can share this with others," Audrey smirked, "After all, the prize draw winner was none other than Lila Rossi's daughter."

"Lila Rossi's daughter?" Marinette's blue eyes wandered over to the designer.

"Oh yes," Audrey continued as she pointed at the two, "Sweet little thing, though she's not too confident. I remember having her as a child model a few years back, would've gotten high demand too. However, it wasn't hard to notice that her mother neglected her." The blonde took a sip of her drink.

"What do you mean neglected?" Marinette looked in the direction Audrey pointed in.

"She barely paid attention to the girl," The designer sighed, "Unless it was to do with the law or money, she just wasn't interested. Most of the time the poor thing wandered around Paris, avoiding her mother!"

"That sounds terrible," The bluenette looked at the teen. Something about her seemed extremely familiar. The brown hair, green eyes, even the clothes she was wearing.

"What is Miss Rossi's daughter called?" Marinette looked at the designer.

"I believe her name's Celeste, Celeste Rossi," Audrey shrugged, "She goes to Francoise Dupont college, where you and Chloe used to go."

The bluenette studied the girl a little more, before everything clicked in her mind. Marinette began to run towards the stairs, she had to get back the miraculous.

"Marinette! Where are you going?!" Audrey called.

"I just need to check on Emma," The woman lied as she continued to run.

The fashion show ended and soon people were congregating through the room to get to find where Audrey had set up the after party. Celeste and Lila maneuvered their way through the crowd towards the direction most people headed.

"First half done," Celeste spoke to herself, "Just one more hour and I'll be in the clear."

She looked up at her mother, who had a glint in her eyes as she stared at something. The teen followed her mother's gaze, to spot an infant. Celeste gasped. That wasn't just any infant, that was Emma. Her eye twitched. Emotions were being triggered and not the right kind.

'Avert your gaze, avert your gaze,' Celeste looked away from the infant, only to turn back. The akuma was drawn to her, it wanted to see her. It was what weakened her logic and the akuma noticed that. If it could weaken her logic just enough, it'd be able to overpower her.

Lila smirked as she spotted her daughter struggling against the akuma. The woman could hear it roaring inside her mind and the brunette continued to tell it to escape.

Celeste gripped her hair as a piercing pain hit her skull. Tears stung her skin as her irises turned violet with anger. She grit her teeth as she tried to tighten her hold on her mental box. It shook and vibrated as she tried to stop the lid from opening, releasing the akuma in the process.

Half the butterfly outline flickered in front of her and she could hear Luna Moth's (Her mother's) voice speaking. It beckoned her to give up, to let the darkness consume her.

By now a crowd had gathered and were recording the ordeal. Whispers floated around the room, echoing in her mind, as dark thoughts began to consume her.

"They could be saying anything about you~," Doubt lingered in her mind.

"Stop it," She spoke firmly.

"Stop what?" People's voices sounded, as her reality became clouded with her mind.

"Is she ok?"

"It's probably another psycho."

"Isn't that the raped teen's daughter, you know Lila Rossi?"

"You know that it's all true," Her doubt continued echoing around her mind, "You're worthless. Just a pawn in this huge game we call life. Everyone sees that. Rape-conceived child, illegitimate, not like anyone else. You'll never fit in. "

"Stop it!" Celeste screeched. The room began to spin and the colours blurred. The teen held her head as she tried to regain her sanity. By now both of her eyes had gone from green to violet and her hair had purple and violet streaks.

She sank to her knees as the akuma consumed more of her mind. Tears poured freely from her eyes as she wept, trying to keep the monster at bay. She was losing this battle and the akuma could see that. It continued to slink around her mind, poisoning her thoughts. It slithered its way towards her, coiling itself around her like a snake. Slowly, winding and winding around her until it was constricting her.

"I want what's best for you," Half the butterfly outline appeared in front of her face, "Just trust me."

"How can I?" The teen sniffed as the akuma choked her small traces of sanity.

"Because we're one in the same," Lila's voice spoke, "If you follow my instructions, I'll show you why."

Celeste looked up at her mother, her last shred of sanity still lingering. Her melancholy, tear-filled violet eyes gazed into the young woman's green ones. The tension had erased and for the first time in a while, the teen decided to do the unthinkable.

"Celeste don't!" Marinette called out, but it was too late.

A small smile crossed the teen's face, showing her comfort, before the darkness consumed her. Then panic struck.

Celeste rose from the ground, but she was different. Her once green eyes were violet and her dark brown hair was violet. In her hand was a fan made of jagged silver blades and her skin had turned a shade of violet too. She was dressed in her superhero attire, but with a twist.

Instead of mixed shades of dark blue and light blue, it was shades of purple and violet. Her mask was missing and a twisted grin sat on her lips.

The crowd froze, this was new to them. They'd never seen an akuma like this one. Usually they all were controlled, but this one seemed to have its own free will. It controlled when it came out and when it hid.

Celeste's eyes scanned the area, her gaze cruel and cold. Everyone was silent. The purple butterfly outline appeared once again and the teen's voice rang out into the silence.

"Get me that infant and her mother," Luna Moth instructed.

"Yes, but you have to show me why we're alike," The teen spoke. Her voice was soft and sad, lacking a cold nature. It soothed the crowd a little before she turned to them, a smirk on her lips.

"I'm so, sorry," She cackled as she spread a handful of amoks along them, "But a daughter's got to follow her mother's orders!"

Marinette and Alya ran into the nearest hiding place, both holding their children.

"Guess we found out who the mystery daughter was," Alya groaned.

"I know, but now we have to fight her," Marinette sighed, "The problem is these two. We can't just leave them here."

"I know," Alya sighed as she looked at her son. He smiled up at her, unaware of the danger he was in, "You think Chloe's already on the scene?"

"Venom!" They heard the blonde's voice call.

"Yep," Marinette smiled, "At least that buys us some time to think of something."

"You could just take them to your parents," Alya spoke, "Chloe and I can deal with that akuma."

"Are you sure?" The bluenette looked at her friend.

"Definitely," The brunette winked, "Plus we don't want anything happening to baby number two."

"Not funny Alya," Marinette blushed.

"It is," She laughed, "Even Emma and Percy and laughing."

"Just wait until you're pregnant again," Marinette smirked.

"What if I don't have anymore kids," Alya answered.

"You and Nino are like rabbits Alya," Marinette giggled, "But we'll continue this later. Tikki, spots on!"

"Trixx let's pounce!" The brunette called.

Rena Rouge and Ladybug left the supply closet, both splitting up, with Ladybug taking the children and Rena Rouge heading towards the battle.

A/N: Sorry it's not as long as usual, I gotta split my schedule for the other stories. :/

I've also noticed there's a lack of Adrien and Nino scenes as well as some kwami stuff. Definitely gotta fix that! To be honest, I have no idea how long this story might be. I know it'll definitely be longer than the first story All Because of Ice-cream, but this story's reached the climax so it should end soon...hopefully.

I still have to come up with an ending! Ugh! Or I'll just write as I go along.

Anyway, I hope you guys have enjoyed and next week will probably be longer.

Till next time,

D.L.D