Chat emerged from the room and looked out, the soldiers were trying to knock the doors of the church in. There was a large cauldron Chat used to make new bells or strengthen old bells with melted metal inside it. Chat rushed to the room and knocked the cauldron over, sending the dangerous metal down onto the streets below.
The crowd fled the dangerous metal, soldiers and citizens alike. It seemed as though in that instant, the battle was won.
Chat smiled as he ran back to where Marinette was, "We did it! We beat them back! It's all over! Come and see!" Chat cheered as he looked at Marinette and back out to the defeated army outside.
Papillion was not done. He was on the other side of the fires, nearly inside. He pulled out his sword and cut the rest of his way through the door, determined to finish what he started.
"Papillion!" Fu shouted as the judge rushed toward the door leading to the bell tower, "Have you lost your mind?! I will not allow you to attack the house of God!" Fu grabbed at the Judge's cloak and tried to hold him back, but Papillion swung his sword and tore the cloak from the man's hands.
"I have come in the name of God!" he shouted back, "and I will complete the job he gave me to do! And this time you will not interfere!"
He pushed Fu aside and rushed through the door, locking it behind him. The sound of Fu banging on the door shouting for him to return fell on deaf ears.
Chat stared at Marinette as she refused to move from where he laid her, "Marinette? Mari? Wake up, we've won. You're safe now." He knelt beside her, turning his face toward him, "Mari? Please…"
He found a bucket of water nearby and spooned the water into her mouth, it only dripped to the side.
She died. She had died and he never got to tell her how he felt. He lost her to Papillion just like he lost his mother.
He let out a desperate wail, cradling her lifeless body in his arms. This couldn't be happening, not again.
The sound of footsteps nearby caught his attention.
"Oh, poor Chat Noir," Papillion said softly, "To lose someone you love so dearly must be truly devastating."
"You killed her," Chat whispered as he laid her back down.
"As the judge of this city, it was my duty. I do not take pride in it," he lied as he pulled a dagger from a scabbard.
"She was my friend," Chat cried bitterly.
"There, there," Papillion cooed dryly, "Don't worry," he lifted the dagger high, "you will soon be out of your misery."
Chat looked up and saw the shadowy figure poised to kill. He turned just in time to see him bring the knife down toward him. "NO!" he shouted as he grabbed the man's wrist. He stood against the man and began to push back. Judge Papillion lost his footing and fell back. His grip on the dagger loosened and he fell to the ground, looking up at Chat Noir.
"Now, now, now, Chat Noir," Papillion tried to calm him down, "listen to me-"
"No, you listen!" Chat shouted back, "All my life you have told me how cruel and dangerous the world is! And I have seen both the cruelties and the kindness this world has to offer. I have seen the cruelty of the world in your men! I have seen their misdeeds and their disregard for the lives of others! I have seen the brash actions of those who you persecuted! I have seen their immediate reaction to their persecution in an attempt to protect themselves from further harm! But I have also seen the kindness of some soldiers, your men, who look at people like me or Mari and see humans, total and complete humans, just like them! I have also seen people who you have persecuted sympathize with me and care about me! I have been subject to both cruelty and kindness," he dropped the dagger from his hand, "But all the cruelty in this world seemed to stem from one single root: YOUR HATRED FOR THOSE WHO ARE DIFFERENT FROM YOU!"
"Chat Noir," Papillion breathed.
"He's right, you know," a third voice came from the doorway. There stood Duusu in her human form, glaring at Papillion.
"C-Camille," Papillion stuttered.
"All this happened because you hate those who are different from you," she continued. "You hated gypsies with all your heart, so when you fell in love with one, the only logical thing to do was rape her. And then you had to curse her unborn child out of rage for creating another gypsy. So you went and paid another gypsy to put a curse on her, so she bore a son who looked like a half cat demon. And when she came to you, showing you the son you had together, you tried to have her killed, slashed her across the chest with your own blade," she pointed down at the sword at Papillion's side. "But you did not plan for me to live, did you?"
"Duusu?" Chat breathed.
"Anoher mistake I will soon remedy," Papillion hissed as he drew his sword.
Camille met his sword with her fan, blocking his blows as he pushed her out of the room.
"Chat Noir?" a hoarse voice called as Chat turned toward Marinette, who was rolled over on her side, trying to sit up.
"Marinette," Chat sobbed as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. "We have to get out of here," Chat said as the sound of Camille and Papillion's weapons crashing entered the little room they hid in.
Marinette wrapped her arms around Chat's neck as the two fled from the room.
Papillion saw the two escaping as he swung at Camille once more, "She lives," he gasped before ducking beneath her swing.
He pushed her aside and chased after them, Camille giving chase.
"You will not harm my son!" she shouted as she threw her fan toward the man's head.
Papillion turned and knocked the fan off course and toward the ground below with his sword. Camille was no longer armed.
Chat took the chance when Papillion was turned to climb over the edge and out of sight. "Hold on tight," he whispered as he used both hands to hold onto the building.
Papillion turned back to find the two gone. Camille tried to distract him by charging at him, only to be pushed back again from dodging the swing of his sword. Papillion looked over the edge of the balcony and spotted the pair hanging off the neck of a gargoyle.
"Did you honestly think you could hide from me?" Papillion questioned as he swung at the two.
Chat swung out of the range of the sword and began to climb along the side of the church. Papillion took chase, swinging madly at the two each chance he got. His wild swings also kept Camille from getting close to him.