Every time I watch the video above I squeal because its just too good. This is the part which inspired me to write this story and is basically the only thing I really wanted to keep most like the series. Obviously I can't write this scene as good as the drama does because I could never be as great as the writing Gods but I tried.

This is a much longer chapter than the previous ones yay.

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"How dare you," A thunderous voice that sent chills down the spines of almost everyone in the arena screamed in fury, "Hurt My Lady?" To Marinette it was a welcome melody that brought solace to her grief-stricken mind.

Everything would be okay, finally.

She was surrounded by a shield, much like the one she had made to protect him from the akuma, only the colour was alternated between the signature black and neon green that she now associated with him. The lightning bolt which had been aimed towards her, was now stuck uselessly in the ground only barely flickering with the power it had been granted by the Great Emperor. 

She felt the ghostly touch that surrounded her take a more physical form and when she looked down, she recognised the armour of the hands that were holding her securely. How could she not? It was like, even before seeing him, even as just a phantom of a hold on her, she had already known. There was that stimulating contradiction to the guards own hands doing more than just scraping into her skin, that was his own, metallic clawed hands ought not to do so. It was like they were once again in her bedroom, his claws just tickling at her skin as they talked for what felt like hours on end. 

His face came forward to the space between her shoulder and her head, but he didn't rest on it- not when he could see the clear marks of weaponry which heavily scalded her skin. He instead, brought their heads closer, and she could feel the cool texture of whatever accessory was placed on his head, slightly- but not threateningly- dig into her scalp as he moved his mouth to her ear.

"I did tell you," his voice murmured softly, so only she could hear, "I would be back." 

"It's you," she whispered back. her breathing heavy, exhausted yet somehow revitalised at just the sonance of his breath against her ear, "You're him. You're really him."

"I'm sorry," was all he said, but she could hear the honesty in his voice. In that moment, even when Marinette knew he was the most dangerous being that she had ever met, that he had the power to damage every single life that threatened his authority even a bit, she felt safe. 

She realised that right now, the only one she could rely on was him. Not Luka who clearly felt betrayed- she understood why now but what she didn't understand was the way he reacted. As if she was scum of the universe. 

She couldn't even rely on Alya and Nino who she knew would be unable to choose between their duty and their love for Marinette. She didn't want them to choose because if they chose her, they would be treated just as badly as she had been. All of their accomplishments as immortals would go down the drain. All for a fairy who they hadn't even known for half of their lifetime.

Marinette would make the decision for them.

"Take me away from here," she begged him, not wanting to be there for much longer, "Please."

"I will Bug. I promise. I just have a small matter to attend to," being mindful of her injuries, he turned her by just an inch so she could see his face and the relief that filled her when even as she knew who exactly he was, he was still the same Adrien she had gotten to know. The Adrien that she trusted. The same Adrien who trusted and valued her enough- even though she was just a meagre fairy with high ambitions- to come for her instead of leaving her to the pack of aggressive animals that followed the every order of one man. He placed his hands on either side of her face spoke quietly, "In the meantime, you just rest."

Slowly but surely, he levitated the both of them down to the ground and he quickly caught her in his arms when, once Marinette's feet met solid ground, her knees buckled and gave out. Gently, he wrapped one arm around her neck and the other around the back of her waist, gradually lowering her so she was able to lay on the floor. There was something in the way he took his time to lower her that made her want to scream out loud, "You're wrong about him!" but she knew that they would never listen. They were too set on vilifying the man who held her, not caring to realise that they could be just as bad, and sometimes even worse than him.

"I never thought," she weakly laughed through her nose as her eyes looked up at him widely, "That there would be a day where I would be thanking the nefariously evil God of Destruction for saving me. People probably think I've gone psychotic." 

Knowing that the peering eyes (though by now, his presence had been enough to scare the audience and many officials away, so the number of people watching had decreased) could not see his face properly, he gave her a small smile, glad she was still willing to joke around with him- something he realised he could only ever bring the courage to do for her- and just brought his hands to her eyes, urging her to shutter them to a close. When he moved his hand, she didn't open her eyes, wanting to get a bit of rest like he had requested.

His hand went to her forehead and she exhaled loudly as he sent a cooling sensation through her whole body, effectively relieving her of the surges of pain that she was trying her best to bear with. She heard him get up but she payed no attention to what was going around her, having faith that soon, she would would be out of her greatest dream turned into her worst nightmare.

Maybe she needed a new dream.

Destruction stood tall on front of his Lady with a face that did not speak of many emotions, contrary to his interactions with her just seconds ago, only the wrath in his eyes being incontestable to anyone who could see it. He barely moved, just lifted his hand with a lazy yet equally confident flick which controlled his power to wreak havoc all around them. Without warning, the pillars that had been erected right behind the Emperor's throne, crumbled into dust.

"Is that all you can do?" she could hear the sneer in whoever was brave enough to speak up- she wondered if the person would be alive by the end of this (and she mentally shouted at her self for feeling some sort of pleasure that it was likely- she didn't feel too guilty when she remembered just what they had done to her), "What? Has prison made you lose your touch?"

Adrien laughed deeply, the sound travelling through the arena menacingly, "I wonder. Does your Emperor know that his warmonger has been branded by everything he despises? I'm sure if you see his arm, you'll be able to tell who exactly has lost his touch."

Luka sucked in a sharp breath, daring not to look at his ruler. He had hoped to be able to keep it a secret until he found a way to reverse it's effects on him. Marinette had even increased his chances of finding that answer, being the one to look for cures for him. But now, he knew that her efforts were fruitless. Why would she willingly help him if it wasn't actually to deter his progress? 

In the corner of his eye, he noticed something that a small flicker of unusual movement disrupted the flow of magic inside the magical shield. His lips twitched as he realised what- or rather who- it was and was glad that the God hadn't noticed it yet. He himself slowly took a few steps forward, trying his best not have his plan found out by the enemy on front of him.

"Lies!" The Emperor accused, "The God of War is of pristine condition."

Again, the laughs came and Luka had to stop dead in his tracks as Destruction caught his eyes in an insultingly deadly stare. He looked straight at Luka and for a second, Luka could only wish and wonder why he wouldn't just look away. 

The next second he was on the ground, clutching at the entirety of his arm and hissing at the intensity of the cold, torturous feeling that spread through his side. It was like he was experiencing frostbite and third degree burns all at the same time. It was like his hand had been bitten by a venomous snake and then stung by a jellyfish, both he had experienced at least once on separate occasions, but never had he thought he would have to endure the excruciating occurrences together. 

The only positive that came out of this was that Destruction was now barely paying attention to him, having been satisfied for the moment and instead deciding to reign hell on everyone around him. One by one the guards started dropping and Luka was sure he was just making a  show out of them- Luka knew all too well just how much power he had. If he wanted to, he could cause everyone who wasn't an immortal to drop dead in an instant whilst at the same time severely injuring those who were immortals. But it seemed that Destruction wanted to play with them. It was somehow more cruel than just killing them all.

The Emperor started barking out orders for anyone not affected to start shooting at the shield with everything they had. Immediately spells were zooming past him from all sides and he muttered a quick protection- which doubled as a healing- spell of his own, ironically one that he had taught to Marinette, to ensure he didn't get hit by the oncoming assault of his peers.

He inched closer to the spot he was determined to reach.

The efforts to even make a dent in the shield were in vain. Nothing was working. Every shot taken at the large sphere just absorbed into it or bounced off of it, as if they weren't even spells aimed to break, maim, kill. 

Destruction smirked in the evil way Luka hated, that he was sure would invade his pleasant dreams for years to come, just as it had been plaguing them for centuries before. Luka could tell he revelled in the fact that he was untouchable, that there was barely anyone who had the chance of even causing one drop of blood to leave his body. The one who could do more was not even here anymore. 

He wished he had what it took to be better than Destruction in terms of power, but no matter how much he trained and increased his skills, energy, strength, Destruction would always come out on top. 

Destruction continued to provoke disaster all around him, the floors being cracked widely open and the abandoned seats and stalls and shops and objects and caving into the ground as the open ceiling of the arena started to fall- luckily, they were in the area where the ceiling couldn't reach, and many guards made quick work to direct any of the falling debris away from any breathing form, especially the Emperor who was watching and calculating what he, himself should do. 

Luka honed his vision into the area where Marinette had been lain and he nodded, but not before Marinette had shot up and said something he couldn't quite make out, causing the God to turn to her, though his power never wavered. But his first plan of action hadn't gone quite to his hope, the two people he needed for it had been caught out. He scowled as Destruction gently picked the fairy up, and he couldn't help the jealous feeling that emerged when Marinette latched herself onto the other God- the thought of what did the malicious, demented being have, that Luka didn't, invaded his thoughts. 

Soon enough, they were in a conversation, negotiating about something, he couldn't quite tell what, but it had caused Destruction's hold to slowly dissipate- not that it was needed much anymore. 

Luka grimaced as he looked around, for not only the arena that had held the memories of every immortal now barely stood as more than just the fragments of the deserted and the dead. Bodies, mostly of the guards who weren't immortals but some he knew they would find of the innocent bystanders unable to run fast enough, were strewn all across the arena, the most dense area was just around where he and only a few others, including the Emperor stood.

The only thing that remained untouched was the arch, a structure which even through the harshest of weather, triumphed over disaster.  

Luka looked back at where the Emperor was standing, barely containing his fury as he watched his people die on front of him, very well knowing that there was nothing that could be done. If he couldn't save his own niece, these people had no hope the moment Destruction had overpowered them. Luka finally looked at the Emperor, and then to the weapon that had been casted aside, still flickering with the life force of the Emperor.

This was their last chance.

...............

Marinette knew, she knew it was wrong to feel any sort of satisfaction from Adrien unleashing his Godly power onto the people she had seen as her own, the people she had healed and helped and who had expressed their gratitude to her sometimes even more than once, but after what she had been through, she didn't have it in her to care. Maybe later, once she wasn't in a state of delirium because she still couldn't wrap her head around what had just happened to her, but right now, all she could think about was that- to everyone who had lain a finger on her- they deserved what was coming to them. 

Besides, she was a bit distracted by the faint whispering she could hear even with the amount of noise Adrien was making as he tore the arena apart. Since she had closed her eyes, she could hear it and, at first she thought it was due to her injured state but no- even when she closed her mind of all thoughts she couldn't get the whispers out of her ears. It was either she was going mad or she was actually right to think the whispers were real.

She decided the best thing to do was to ignore everything around her and hyper focus onto those whispers to determine what- or who- they could be.

And then it clicked.

She recognised those hushed tones.

She knew who they were.

Marinette opened her eyes and shot up, probably faster than she should have because she had to pause for a few moments as the faint pain that still lingered caused a mini spasm in her body and she had to calm her own breathing once more.

Through her breathing, she whispered loudly, "Go please. You must leave me. It's not worth it,"  and, as she expected, Adrien turned towards her, looking at her with furrowed eyes before he caught sight of something right behind her and lifted his hand up, glaring into the void space that Marinette aimed her pleading towards. She coughed as she shook her head, "Adrien. No."

Blue eyes stared sternly into his green ones and she didn't even have to say anything more. He could read her like a book, even more now he knew who she was. The look she gave him was reminiscent of all the times she had disapproved of something before the war, and it was beseeching for his resolve to break. He knew that she wanted to leave them be, he could feel that unlike the surge of revulsion and at the same time heartache she felt when she looked at Luka, what she thought of them was different. 

She felt a different type of grief towards them, knowing that she would have to abandon them if she wanted all three of them to survive. He knew from her that the fox and turtle couple had been one of the first and only friends she had in this life, and that they had stood by her through everything.

"Reveal yourselves," he demanded, just as another guard dropped down behind him. He was seething from the way they had treated his Little Fairy (and he just knew that once her memories were back, she would not let that nickname go), and his patience had weaned thin. 

But for Marinette, he would give them their one and only chance. The illusion vanished to reveal the two friends Marinette had described on more than one occasion. Both were looking at him, as scared as almost any Solerian who had ever faced him, their hands held up to show they meant no harm. 

"Help me up," Marinette asked before any of them could speak. All three of them moved forward to do as was asked by her and Adrien took some satisfaction in the fact that she didn't look in their direction, instead waiting patiently for him to grab her by the waist and hoist her up as carefully as possible. She was so light, making it easier for him to pick her up in one swift move, and put her on her feet. He didn't worry about his still active power affecting her, for it treated her as if she was meant to be the most precious ruby, and it handled her with the care he had unknowingly built up for her, even when she was just Marinette, the little fairy, not Ladybug, his largest regret.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, still feeling unsteady, and she turned to face her friends, "Please guys. I beg you to just leave. You mustn't associate with me because it's true. Everything is true. I was the one who broke him out of prison. I was the one who let him free to unleash his power on all of you. You shouldn't care for me at all."

There were tears falling out of the fox's eyes and he could feel the overwhelming sense of sorrow, not of his own, that lay heavy in his heart. He knew that her heart was breaking at the words she was speaking and he wanted to remind her that she didn't know who he was at the time. That she wasn't the one to blame. Not entirely. But he knew why she was doing this. Why she wouldn't just let her friends, her true and caring friends, attend to her and help her out.

It was all because of him.

Because deep down she knew that she wouldn't be able to bear parting with him. Whether it was Marinette who had grown fond of him since they had met, who had somehow created a bond with him from the day they met in the prison. Or if it was her instinct from her past life, her absolute determination to be with him, even after tragedy had struck and she was just a voice in his consciousness, never leaving him. 

"Marinette," Alya's voice cried out, "This isn't you. We know it's not true. We know you," she emphasised.

"But do you, Alya? Do you really know who I am? And you Nino? Can you really say that you know who I am?"

"Yes-"

"No," she said seriously, "You can't know because I've never told you guys everything. I never told you how I was the one who got into the prison. How I was the one-"

By now, his attacks had diffused, having destroyed most of the arena including the fairies who dared to hurt the only one that mattered to him. He was overcome with the satisfaction of what he had done, and felt no need to continue his judgement. 

"Marinette," Alya spared a glance to her partner, "We already knew it was you. We know that you did it to save Luka."

From beside him, Marinette sucked in a sharp breath and, if he didn't know better, he thought she would have cussed. But she kept her cool and looked at them with a face that made him feel proud. She was keeping her emotions in check and her face remained indifferent, not a muscle twitched.

But he could still feel the sorrow.

"It may have looked like that to you but, Alya, you have no idea what I am capable of."

"I don't even know," remained unsaid.

He decided to intervene and gave them a diabolical look that screamed that this was the last straw, "Unless you want to end up like your peers, I suggest you run whilst you still can," and with that, he lifted his arm not weighed down by her body securely hanging off of one side, and he conjured a wind strong enough to push them away and out of the bubble protecting them. 

Marinette decided, at that moment, to turn back into him, not wanting her friends to see the despair that broke out as finally, her brave-face shattered into a million pieces.

"No more," she whispered, her tone subdued, "I can't take this anymore."

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Luka took his chance to grab the lightning bolt.

With his friends being pushed out of the shield, he knew that it gave him leeway to enter it. 

When he touched it, a rush of energy transferred into his life force and he could feel the static of hundreds of tiny bolts run all over his skin. Keeping hold of the bolt was a challenge, but he persevered, using all of his strength in his uninjured arm to be able to hold it from it's middle. His hand moved so it was behind his shoulder, stretching out as much as he could so the tip of the bolt wasn't too far from his face, and he turned it so it was slightly more diagonal. The heat of the bolt increased as he channelled his power into it, the bright yellow lightning created by the Emperor now amongst his own aqua blue. 

He pounced.

With all of the might that his malice gave him, he aimed the lightning bolt at the shield and threw it at a speed faster than the whiplash that it created. And it hit the shield just as Luka had drawn his sword, still in the air. It had created an opening big enough for him dash straight into, and just like that, Luka was on the inside of the obnoxiously large sphere, his sword in his arm and ready to swing at Destruction. 

He didn't expect what would happen next.

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He could hear the gasp of shock she had made just before he felt the integrity of his shield threatened by a strong force, and he turned, Marinette still in his arms, around. The fairy God of War had managed to combine his own and the Emperor's power to create a breach in his protection and it had somehow worked. He knew why- with her in his arms safely, his hold over the shield did not matter too much- but it meant that any anger that had lessened due to her  mellow demeanour, had risen up again and was ferociously aimed at the stubborn viper.

"If you think," his voice rose enough for the other to hear him, "That you are getting away with what you have done, you are sorely mistaken."

He removed Marinette's arms from around him, and was about to charge forward, just as Luka was doing. But Marinette was quicker as she assessed the situation they were in, and realised what was about to happen. If the two collided, it could cause carnage worse than anything they had seen today. Especially with the malicious intent behind it. All that went through her head was that she needed to stop the both of them. That Adrien had done more than enough for her. That she didn't want to see anymore bloodshed. 

Enough was enough.

But she knew Adrien struggled in determining what enough was.

In a split second she had grabbed his hand, ignoring the irrational voice at the back of her head telling her how nicely they fit together, and she tugged hard. As he looked at her, his anger quickly switched into confusion, and she knew he was wondering why she was stopping him. She knew that he was thinking about how Luka had hurt her in a way that was worse than even the physical pain she had to endure, but she was once again, defending him. 

She let go of his hand and cupped his face completely aware that Luka was advancing on them and would reach any second now, "I'm sorry. But this is the only way to stop this."

His eyes widened as she brought his face close to hers and he understood just what she was about to do, his eyes flicking to the lightning bolt which had reacted to his shield and was now a mix of green, aqua and yellow before looking back at her, "Marinette. You-" but she cut him off as she pressed her lips on his. 

Luka stopped right in his tracks, his mouth widely open and his hand loosely hanging by his side and barely holding onto his sword, but neither of them noticed.

He tried to pull away, knowing that if he did so fast enough, what she was hoping for would not happen. But she didn't relent, moving her hand to the back of his head and pulling him even closer. She closed her eyes. She didn't want to know if he was looking at her like she had betrayed his trust. She didn't want to feel his disappointment. She just moved her lips further, deliberately breathing through her nose to try and long the affect out. She wanted to give him enough time to react before whatever connected them took full force- only once she removed her lips would it do so. She was surprised when he started kissing her back.

Even with his mind telling him to pull away, he eventually kissed her back, spending half of his focus on gathering the last of his power to teleport them out of Solerian soil and to the furthest place he could muster. The other half was focused on keeping the kiss going until they were out of the Sun realm and on their way to his own. Once he relaxed into her kiss, he wrapped his own arms around her so they were unbelievably close. He knew that she was struggling to breath just through her nose, so he opened his mouth and used his tongue to swipe against hers so immediately she was gasping into his mouth and breathing his air. As an immortal, he had his own way to keep their body alive, and he would share his breath in order to keep her from exerting her abilities. 

As they were kissing, and the process of locking his powers was starting to take more of an affect of him, he summoned the last of his capacity and they were out of Soleria, away from all that was against them.

-End of Part I-

That was so fricking intense but I'm so incredibly happy with this story. I never thought I'd be able to write something like this and it makes me so happy that I could do this. 

So yeah. That's the end of part 1. If anyone has any questions about anything, go ahead and ask them. I'll be happy to clear up any confusion you may have.

Also- My dear friend. You know who you are. I hope you are satisfied.

P.s. this kiss was actually only 7 seconds. A dubiously long 7 seconds. Okay it was actually more but for the kiss to take effect it has to be at least 7 seconds of their lips touching. Once their lips separate, that's when his powers lock. Why 7? Because I said so.

I hope you have enjoyed the story so far and I will see you soon- and spoiler, we will be introducing a realm that hasn't really been spoken much about in the next part? Can you guess what?

As I mentioned before, I will not be posting next week as I'll be too busy to and I think it would be nice for me to take a little break from writing just for a week. I'll be too busy to do so anyways.

See you soon Lovelies <3