So, for the people who have read from the start, I have actually changed a few things mainly because it makes more sense to me for this story.

The war took place 70,000 years ago instead of 5 million.

And Alya and Nino only became immortals 30,000 years ago. 

If you notice a part where I haven't changed this, just leave a comment and I will fix it.

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She rolled her eyes when she released him, grabbing her wrist and rubbing at where she felt some lingering pain, "Believe me," she mumbled, "I- WATCH OUT!"

Before he could react, a strange form of energy pulsed through her body and forced it's way out from where her hand was outstretched, forming a sphere around them, the shade a faint crimson- unlike any other shield he'd seen in a fairy or demon- surrounded them. 

Usually, protective shields were a blinding white or yellow glow. For specific animals, like turtles, they could have a more green tinge, mimicking the shell of their spirit- but only if they had been able to master the shell perfectly. He recalled in his youth, meeting a turtle that went by the name of Fu, who had protected him from a beast (not like the one on front of them) the one and only time he had ventured to Soleria before he had met her. The old man's shield was as green as the very colour that matched Adrien's eyes and once it had been removed, Fu had personally seen to it that he made it back to the celestial lands between the two realms without people noticing he was even there.

The only difference in the shield protecting him now was the very distinctive red under black spots that made the shield look like a...a...'Ladybug? It can't be!' 

Only she had been able to possess that ability to cast a shield so strong that it's colour had become almost as deep as blood, however. She had once said it had represented her love for him, "I have fallen into the devastating abyss that is your complexity with no way to come out-no- with no way for me to say I want to get out. There is nothing stopping me from being the one who has vowed to protect you. You mean to me exceptionally more than you realise, and I will not waver because of anyone or anything. Not even yourself can stop me from what I believe should be my purpose."

He shook his head and quickly dispelled the painful feeling in his chest, wondering when he would be able to find her again. And continuously, the thought and maybe a bit of longing bloomed in him that maybe, just maybe the girl on front of him was her. 

He was about to step on front of her.

She cast another spell that he didn't even recognise, but he could tell from the way her skin started to glow in the same red hue and the way her eyes became glossed over with a sheen of black that she probably didn't even realise what she was doing. Just the oddity of her skin, caused him to halt in his tracks and stay where he still was, behind her, astounded. It was like something inside of her had taken over, knowing that even though he could very well protect himself, it would be there to protect him instead. And he could somehow feel it radiate off of her. The flower of hope she had planted in the back of his mind was very much starting to take it's most desired form.

He peered over her shoulder to see what exactly she was defending them both from and found that it was a large beast, one he had never seen before, writhing on the ground in a subdued state. It was the shape of of a butterfly, but it was too big and too monstrous to be disregarded as anything but dangerous- not that he was afraid of it in particular, rather of the unknown. It's colour was a mix of black and an electrifying purple which looked like lighting strikes against the darkness. But unlike the comforting lightning he had become used to, there was something unnerving about the ginormous creature and the way he couldn't keep his eyes off of it, as if it had commanded him to keep looking. The feeling he got when looking at it, however, was familiar. He just couldn't figure with his senses going haywire at the scene around him, how?

He sucked in a deep breath as he tried to understand why the beast, which had stopped twitching in agony, was slowly being overcome with a white light, as bright as his bewitching moon. His confusion didn't do much to diminish even when he knew that it was the fairy on front of him who had caused what was happening. The beast was becoming smaller and smaller with each passing moment until it became just a normal butterfly which paid no attention to them, fluttering into the distance to never be seen by them again.

Everything that involved the fairy on front of him since they had met had been perplexing, from how she had ended up in the prison to how she was protecting him right now, despite the core of her vital spiritual energy being what could only be described as chaos. Not only was everyone's initial insight into her that of her being too weak, but her innocent nature and her natural tendency towards healing made her seem more susceptible to vulnerability. But it constantly barraged with her high determination and ineptitude to be let down for too long, and if looked into more closely, people could see that her core was not weak. No- even if he always teased her about it, it was not actually weak. It was unrefined, and it was precarious but despondent. It was aching and seeking for her full potential to burst out. Because what others saw as her core, was just the surface of what was waiting to erupt from within.

But when that happened without her realising. When it became too much for her, the shields fell and the glow that had mesmerised him into pausing on his feet, faded into nothing but her pale, peachy skin. 

His senses quickly honed in to the fact that she was falling, and he let her collapse into his arms, feeling slightly exhausted himself.

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It was easy for him to look into her mind to figure out how to get to her home though, the last time he had seen her, he hadn't done that- he had been all too eager to get off of Solerian lands and finally go home.

This time though, perhaps because he felt obligated to do so since she had protected him so courageously (just don't tell anyone he thought she was rather brave), he took the initiative to take her away from the area and along the path he had seen in her head. It may have been an invasion of privacy but it didn't matter when she looked like she was on the verge of death- that was definitely an exaggeration but he could tell she had debilitated her strength so much so that she must have felt drained of it, and that was what caused her to fall straight into his arms. 

He was probably going to get another slap from her because he had removed her from her exam, but, then again, it wasn't like she could make that choice right now. He was glad he had been able to find her examiner before he had gotten to her, because even though she would have been watched, he was able to manipulate her examiner's perception so the fairy could only see Marinette, not him. He had further altered the examiner's mind so they couldn't see Marinette being carried away by someone after she collapsed, just that she had woken up soon after and stumbled her way back home instead of finishing the task because she felt too exhausted- having stopped in her tracks to tell the examiner that on the way. He watched as the dense fairy nodded curtly at her (though he could see the slight awed expression still wondering what they had seen Marinette do- was it that big of a deal? It was just another task right?) and left the premise to inform, he assumed, the other judges.

He conjured the same image of the dainty (all normal sized homes seemed little to him) yet still rather elegant looking home (from the outside) and disappeared from the area in a puff of charcoal-like smoke.  

He didn't know why he even cared to do this. Did he even care? Was it more just his sense of duty to give back to those who have helped him before? 

Not many people took it upon themselves to genuinely be of his aid, even if they were his subjects. Because even if they weren't necessarily scared of him in a way where they had to constantly fear for their lives, he was still an intimidating presence and it made people back off from him a bit. Also, the fact that he had the ability to protect himself prevented people from doing so, unless they were his knights or Kagami (and, he supposed, Felix).

And this fairy had no need to help him. She knew he was a demon even though she didn't know exactly who he was. She could sense he probably was someone dangerous but she saved him anyways.

Maybe it was because of this he felt the need to take her home, he was curious about her reasoning, not because he actually cared. He didn't even truly know what it felt like to care about anyone other than the people who had stuck by him since he could remember. Even then, he struggled to show them an ounce of affection. Because he couldn't. Not to the extent he wanted. Not after his training with his father. 

Only she had been his saving grace from that sort of life.

But something in him awakened the day he met this little fairy with the sweet name, Marinette. It was like his tree of life, which had almost always been rather withered and cold, had become just a little warmer, just like it had been with her.

And he realised, Marinette reminded him of her.

It couldn't be a coincidence, could it? How, just as she had left, he had met Marinette. Just like her, Marinette could bring out emotions in him that had been buried under his means to destroy.

He dared to think it, but what if she was her?

He entered the house with her still in his arms, the only indication that she was resting being the small rises and falls in her chest and the soft and gentle snores which occasionally accompanied her breathing.

He managed to manoeuvre her around her incredibly messy home scattered with fabrics and potions and books of all kinds and he couldn't help but scoff at the unfastidious state he found himself placed in. It was nothing like his palace, which was always flawlessly kept, due to the amount of workers who made sure the magnificent place looked perfect. Then again, her home truly reflected her chaotic personality which was so contrary to his own.

It wasn't like her house was so small that he could barely move, however, seeing as he did have to walk through a large hallway just to get to the stairs which led up to her room. It was just that there was an excessive amount of belongings that she had accumulated in her short time as a fairy, and the way they were placed in a disorganised manner made the space look smaller than it was.

 He idly wondered how she had come to have such a house because even with it's messiness, he could tell that it was rather extravagant for someone who lived on their own. He did recall her telling him the first day they had met, whilst they were walking to the patch of lightning, that her master had left her and everything of his behind. It would make sense if the house had belonged to her master before her and she had inherited it. 

Finally, he found her bedroom which, like the other rooms, was just as unkempt. Dresses and accessories looked like they had been carelessly flung around the room and her bed looked like it had never been made in her life. She had a desk on the other side of the room which was full of random papers, books and things he didn't even want to question. She had a couple of shelves with books (she somehow had a great amount of books in her possession and he itched to read through all of them himself, though he felt that he wouldn't be able to find what he needed here) haphazardly stacked against each other and novelty items that she seemed to like to collect were strewn around in the nooks and crannies between the literature.

He placed her on the bed.

He made work in trying to remove her shoes, grateful they were slip-on boots rather than the elaborate shoes with unnecessary ties that girls from both realms liked to wear in order to attract attention, whether from males or from other females or to get people to just envy them. He quickly slipped them off.  When she shivered at the loss of his touch (which didn't make sense since he was naturally cooler than his surroundings right now), he grabbed her covers and threw it onto her, covering everything but her head. When she snuggled up to the covers he couldn't help the slight amusement that caught up in his throat. 

Silently, he lifted his hand and created a small smooth bead- a black jade- and placed it beneath her light pillow.

He once again vanished into an abyss of black mist.

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'The Goddess was known to be able to create many beings, many spells and many curses. Her essence was, after all, creation.'

'No one other than her parents knew what her spiritual animal was meant to be, having been the ones to hide it, even from the Grand Emperor, the uncle of the sacred Goddess, himself. They believed that it was not the time for it to be revealed, for only after she was able to unlock her full potential would she be able to become what they knew she would be. What that meant, no one would know. But it didn't matter. All but the Grand Emperor found themselves on the boat to afterlife, including the immortal Goddess, having sacrificed her immortality for-' He stopped reading.

'The ladybug, found in their animal form most, rarely are able to transform into fairies. However, when they do, they are severely underestimated. Thought to be weak-minded and frail, ladybugs have rarely been able to have a place in court, but there are records of many who have been instrumental in the course of saving lives. Still, they are creatures who many don't pay attention to, though they are vital to life.'

'The ladybug is a symbol of, most famously, good luck. Though that is not all they symbolise. Protection, healing and rebirth are just some of the other meanings associated with a ladybug. Be sure that if you ever come acro-'

"Hey, you!" the God quickly snapped the book he had been skimming through and jerked his head towards whoever dared to intrude his studies, only to find a guard making his way towards him "Stop there!"

But it was the guard who stopped in his tracks when he was faced with the God of Destruction snarling at him with unrelenting fury. The guard cowered at the mere sight of the mighty being even though he mustn't have realised who exactly it was, and any bravery that had allowed him to get into his profession so easily had abandoned his soul and left him bare on front of the God.

The God smirked at the panic-stricken guard shaking before him and he glided to the moronic being, "Go," his armoured handpiece, made to be sharp and deadly, scratched down the guard's cheek, causing the weak thing to whimper, "Go and tell your beloved Emperor. Tell him these words exactly. The Lune Supreme has escaped, and Destruction will befall over Soleria for all that you have done. And make sure he knows these words, especially. He is to blame for everything."

He watched as the guard nodded, eyes wide in realisation, and made a quick getaway, aware of the thunderous gaze following his every move, only stopping to urge every fairy in the royal library to get out when they still could. Some listened, others just shook their heads, unaware of what was transpiring just behind them in the room of treasured books.

With that, he grabbed all of the books he had deemed useful- using a spell the book master had taught him- whether it be now, or later and vanished them to his quarters in his own palace. Ultimately, most of the books found in the separate room of the more treasured items had found it's new home in the grand palace of Luneith.

The God grinned evilly when guards came rushing into the room, at the head of the troop, the God of War. 

"Hello Luka," his tone was laced with the venom that he felt when he saw the one who had been betrothed to her. 

Without prompt, he raised his hand and chanted the words of Destruction which had caused devastation to many Solerians back in the day. The supreme control he felt as his power once more circulated through his body made him unleash everything that had been pent up in him since he had been imprisoned. He vaguely registered the look of alarm in Luka and his shout for everyone to get out quickly. Him being in a valued position, meant that, unlike the guard, people listened to him. As the people started leaving in a panic, the God just grinned more, as his power built up and finally reigned free. All around him, the black tendrils of energy worked quickly to demolish and devour everything around him and he gleefully let loose. 

But the torment was put to a stop when a bead, the same as the one he had put under Marinette's pillow, started to glow red in indication that she seemed to be coming out of her restful sleep. 

With one last burst of power that caused the room he was in to collapse into itself, Luka and the guards helplessly watched as one of the most cherished rooms of the Emperor, disintegrated into nothing but rubble and dust. 

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Basically, my aim is to post at 4.30 every Saturday but I obviously always get distracted and this week on what has distracted me is because we're deep cleaning the room today. As in moving heavy furniture to get behind them and clean everything out. As you can expect, it is a bit long. 

On the plus side, I found some Halal Tteokbbokki in my local east Asian store which I was so fricking happy about. 

Anyways, enough about me, how did you like this chap? I wanted to add the akuma in this story just to make it a little more miraculous and I think it came out really well. Just don't think this is the only time we will see them. Adrien is showing a little bit of his power and now Soleria knows that he is out now. Comment what you think will happen next. I assure you you won't be able to guess what will happen in the next chap.

See you soon lovelies <3