Hawk Moth's P.O.V.

I looked at the fake Miraculous, now scattered on the ground, those stupid superheroes!

I telepathically communication my anger,
"Dark Owl! Ladybug and Chat Noir tricked you!" My blood boiling with rage, I commanded him, "Destroy them, Dark Owl! If you fail again, you can bid your superpowers farewell!"

I broke off as my Miraculous brooch gleamed. Flashed with intensity. I felt the presence of a very powerful, negative emotion.

My anger towards the fake Miraculous and the damned superheroes vanished. I closed my eyes and reached out, exploring the emotion.

The intensity of it was almost overpowering, swirling with feelings of betrayal, anger and grief.

So much more powerful than Dark Owl's embarrassment. My Miraculous hungered for it. I barely gave it a second thought before I withdrew the Akuma from the Dark Owl. It did not matter anyhow, Ladybug and Chat Noir would have defeated him, armed with such weak emotion, easily.

But this... I clenched my fist, almost drinking in the pure, raw emotion. This would be unconquerable.

Now that my previous Akuma had been purified, I was free to target this poor soul who expelled such pain. Greedily grasping another of the white butterflies that whirled around me, I held it in the palm of one hand and covered it with the other.

I felt the satisfying draw of darkness entering the butterfly. I opened my hand to reveal a dark purple Akuma. Lifting the Akuma that held my hope that the holder of such negative emotion might finally conquer those cursed heroes, it needed no heeding.

The Akuma flapped away, towards the unseen source of such despair. I twirled my cane,

"Go, my Akuma, and evilize this distraught being!"