So I am at the point where I may slow down a bit in my updates since I've been so busy which is why it took almost two weeks again to update. Sorry about that but life gets in the way (But I can't be too mad at that because I really love what I am doing rn. I just wish I had more time to write). Furthermore, right now I am behind schedule on my writing which is why it may take longer to update the next few chapters because I want to finish writing them and I want to make sure they are up to par with the previous ones if I don't like where they are at right now. Until I am caught up with my writing and get over writers block that is.

I really am sorry that these updates are becoming slower. I wish I could do them faster but I am not really good at doing that. I have been writing this since the beginning of the year. And we have basically caught up with all I've written so my posting will become a bit irregular. It's my fault, not yours. I'm not an author who can churn out material within a day. As I have probably said before, my attention span is very bad and so it takes me quite a while to even write one chapter. Which is why even I started writing in Jan/ Feb, I didn't actually post until the middle of the year as I wanted to have enough chapters done before I even started posting. But unlike what I thought would happen, I'm behind on that schedule now.

One more thing, for people who read my one-shots. Those will be going on hiatus for the time being as I will focus all of my extra time on this story instead. 

I thank everyone who has waited for this chapter sincerely.

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

'I must make it back in one piece. But...'

Could he?

This was his father they were heading to. His father who had spent over 70,000 years somehow figuring out how to use his power without his physical body. Without one, would he be unstable? Would he need one to have better control? Being so close to him was a risk, but Adrien needed to take it.

There were so many questions he still wanted to ask. So many things left unanswered. Even if he had to risk it, he just had to know.

"We're here," Nino said, from behind him, slightly fearful of the foreboding atmosphere they had entered, "This place is scarier than I expected."

Even Adrien couldn't help but agree.

It was dark. Something which was so rare in Soleria but here the darkness overwhelmed the light that tried to reach this place. If it wasn't for his mesmerising senses which were adapted to the darker conditions of Luneith, Adrien would have immediately left this place. But even when he was used to the darkness of his own home, here it was almost blinding, and there was that familiar looming feeling that made him remember all those times when he was with his father. How he had felt it then, but had always thought he should become closer to his father to get away from it.

He didn't realise then that he had trapped himself in his father's clutches, he had been a child with a false sense of security.

But now he had something real.

There were no trees, nothing overhead of them to create the darkness, only the fact that his father's remains were so deep in an abyss which no one in Soleria even tried to touch.

Were there even any remains? Or was it all just dust and foul air?

Adrien took a step forward, regardless of even his own fear. He was no coward. If there was one thing he had, it was courage. Bestowed upon him by someone even braver than him. Made by his will to protect the one more important to him than anything which had been given to him.

Because she was the one thing that had never been given, yet came to him anyways.

'I promise to come back soon.'

But could he?

"Do you think we should go further? Are we sure he's really here?"

Adrien could hear the anxiety in Nino's voice but he didn't find it pathetic or weak like he once would have. He understood the worried thoughts the turtle may have had all along the way. And now they were at the edge ready to jump into a pit of doom. Adrien knew more than anyone how frighteningly nerve-wracking interacting with anything regarding his father could be.

He took one step forward, his hands clenched and ready. But just that one step was enough for the both of them to be pushed back by a harsh wind which shouldn't have been there at all. Thankfully, it wasn't enough for either of them to fall to the ground, but the wind crashed against them, now aware that intruders were in the area. Both Adrien and Nino were being pushed back and the wind was starting to become a torrent force, eager to prevent their advancement into the unnatural territory which they were about to face.

Adrien was just about to try fight against it when a large green sphere surrounded the both of them. Just like that, the feeling of the thrashing wind against their faces ceased.

"Wow," Nino breathed out, amazed at his own magic, "I've actually never made one this bright before."

Automatically, Adrien blurted out, "It's your instinct to protect which makes it bright."

Perhaps it was because Marinette trusted the both of them. It made them feel more comfortable with each other. Or maybe it was because Marinette had entrusted Nino with protecting Adrien- despite his capability to protect himself- which made Nino more willing to protect him.

"Like how it was for you that time?"

"What time?" Adrien asked, as he assessed the area now they had some light shining from Nino's shield, "Oh, you mean-"

There wasn't much however. Not even a tree or grass to sway the wind. Or a bird or critter common in only one area. No sign of life.

"The time when Marinette was about to be punished severely and you came just in time to prevent it from happening- which, by the way, was pretty cool of you."

His eyebrow quirked up, "Cool?"

Suddenly embarrassed, Nino tried to laugh it off, "Heh- yeah. Anyways. Have you figured out what we are going to do or were you just staring out there for no reason?"

"Nino- I can call you that, right?"

The man in question gulped nervously, "Yeah- yeah you can. Then can I-"

"Call me Adrien. You called me that before, didn't you?"

Nino nodded, possibly too fast since his eyes became slightly cloudy and he felt a faint pressure on his head when he stopped, "Okay. A-Adrien."

In response, Adrien gave him a smile which made Nino feel less nervous and more fluttery inside. Who knew that Destruction could smile so wonderfully- okay well, Nino did know. He just never expected such a smile to ever be directed towards him. It made him realise why Marinette liked him so much. Just this one smile made Nino forget he ever feared Destruction and it reassured him that somehow, he would be safe as long as he was by Adrien's side.

'Good for you Marinette.'

He was so glad she had found someone. That she wouldn't be lonely anymore. Even if it meant she spent less time with him and Alya, he knew he wouldn't have to worry about her anymore. Especially since she finally found- or actually went back to- her true self, he didn't pity her or feel sad when he saw her or thought of her. Knowing that she had someone who clearly cared for her like she was the single most important being in the entire of the three realms (well, technically, she could definitely be categorised as such), all he wanted was to be happy for her.

After all this was over, he would give her his blessings properly and, hopefully, watch the two of them grow and prosper as a happy couple in love.

"Thank you, Nino."

"Huh," he shook out of his momentary thoughts of congratulating his best friend properly and looked bewildered at the words he just heard, "What for?"

Adrien scratched the back of his neck as he looked at Nino, "For, well, everything. You've done so much for her in my absence, and even now the two of you still are doing so much when you don't need to."

"It's nothing much. Alya and I, we do what we feel is right."

"But it means more than me than you realise," his voice was so sincere that it made Nino forget where they were and what they were doing, just for the moment, "The fact that the two of you have been in her life, it assures me that she had at least some sense of a good life as a normal fairy, like she wanted. And now, the fact that the two of you can see past who the both of us are and still help us, I just feel incredibly thankful."

"I- I don't know what to say."

Nino always wondered whether or not Destruction was truly the horrific person Luka had always spewed about. He always wondered whether he was a ghastly beast like he was depicted in countless books, if he was someone who only cared about doing evil. But Nino couldn't believe that someone could only be like that.

Sure he had seen quite disastrous things happen when Destruction was in his midst- and he didn't have to even look back too far, the day of Marinette's final exam was enough to see- but Nino had realised a few things.

All of them revolved around the fact that Destruction may only be known to want to destroy, but what Adrien wanted was more than that.

"Just- just promise me one- no- a few things."

Nino took in the serious look on Adrien's face, "I will."

'He looks stressed.'

"Promise me that just as long as we are here, you will do as I say."

'He seems agitated about something.'

Uncertain, but still wanting to be trusted, Nino agreed, "I promise."

"Promise me that you will tell Alya that I am thankful for her also."

"I- wait! You can tell her yourself."

Why, all of a sudden, was he acting like he wouldn't be able to?

"Hah- uh-" his smile was sad as he shook his head, "I'm not sure if I will be able to. Not just yet."

"Don't say that," Nino stepped forward, but Adrien held a hand out, wanting him to freeze where he was, "Adrien don't say that."

He dropped his head down with a suffering sigh, as he closed his eyes and then opened them once more, "Give me your hand Nino."

"My hand- wah- why?"

But Adrien just yanked on his hand and placed something around it. Once he was done, he moved his hand to reveal a bracelet. It wasn't too fancy, just a simple but strong string with a few beads and a large hexagonal jade charm with a few letters in the language of the Old Gods inscribed on top.

"It says Protection. Marinette made it for me but I believe it will be better if you have it."

Nino's eyes widened and he tried to unfasten the knot made by Adrien, "I- I can't accept-"

Adrien slapped his hand onto Nino's and gripped it tightly, looking directly into the other's eyes, "Nino, listen to me. I've casted a charm so you cannot take it off. I won't let you."

"But what about you- Marinette- she made this for you- I-"

"And what if something happens to you? This is my father we are talking about- Hawkmoth. I don't care what happens to me but I won't let him hurt you," he loosened his grip and staggered back, "I- I can't let him hurt anyone else."

"Adrien-"

"No," he turned his back on Nino, "You promised you would listen to me so please. Nino. I beg of you. Stay back. And if at any time you think something is going wrong, just... just bring her to me. Let me see her just one more time. And then run. As far as you can."

"You say that like you are sure something will go wrong," Nino shouted, completely ignoring the last remark, as he grabbed onto Adrien's shoulder, but Adrien shrugged him off and turned to face him once more.

Adrien smiled, "And if it does, I have one more request," he reached into his pocket and brought a sealed letter out, "Give her this. It's something I wanted to tell her for a long time."

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

For the first time in his life, Adrien felt unbearably cold.

The cold to him had always been something of a comfort before. The way it almost stung as it hit him, but as soon as it did, it refreshingly fell on his skin like it was a part of him. He had always preferred the cool Luneith air, both when it was just a light, easy breeze, and even when it was more harsh in it's methods of travelling across the air. But that was just because it was normal. 

He was a demon who was supposed to be very well adapted to the cold but here- wherever he was- he all of a sudden felt too cold. 

This cold, this wasn't normal. It was dangerous, threatening, spitting at his skin. It was frosting over him, making it harder for him to even open his eyelids. 

But he persisted.

"Where am I?" He asked himself as he pried his eyes open with sheer will.

Why was he so cold when he was enclosed so tightly in some type of material?

The material was surprisingly soft from what he could feel, but it stung his fingertips. Was it due to the numbing cold or was it something else? Even though it stung, he brushed his hand against it once more, trying to gauge out what exactly he was in. Just as before, he felt the material was soft, but he realised that it wasn't just one layer. He could feel the faint bumps of something akin to fine thread weaved around him, encasing him like a cocoon.

When he pushed his hand out, wondering if such a delicate feel to the skin would break so easily, he was surprised to find that it didn't break, only moved his hand and when he retracted it, the material bounced back in place, almost as if it had never been tampered with at all.

That was also when he realised, his hand didn't even relatively look like a human hand. 

In fact, It was a paw.

Why was he in his spiritual form? 

"Colour me surprised Adrien," a voice spoke from out of nowhere. One, Adrien knew all too well, "Your consciousness awoke much faster than I had anticipated. I see you have grown." 

It all suddenly came back to him, just what exactly had happened to him. How he had been fighting his father's spirit. How he had told Nino to hurry and run. How he had thought that he had the upper hand when he was fighting his father, he thought that he had caused enough damage to shrink his father into a ball and carry him to Marinette so she could deal with him properly, once and for all. 

But then something had happened. Like something from inside of him had caused him to stop in his tracks- no, it was like it forced him to. All of a sudden, it felt like he wasn't fighting with his father anymore, it was more like he was succumbing to him. It didn't take long before he had lost consciousness but even in the darkness, it felt suffocating. 

Had his father made his move then?

"Father," he growled, the anger seeping into him as he realised what had happened.

"Ah you must be furious right now," the voice replied jovially, taunting Adrien just like he had always done, wanting to get under his skin.

Adrien took a deep breath, ignoring the way the cool air prickled his mouth like thousand of tiny needles, and said, "That's where you're wrong."

His father let out a chilling laugh, "Surprised me again. Though, I guess I should have expected it," his tone became darker, "You've become weaker."

"If that is what you think I will not correct you."

"How many times must I tell you Adrien. The only thing you must feel is that burning anger inside of you. Only then will you be strong enough to complete your duty."

"My duty is to my people and to the ones I love and have sworn to protect!"

"Love?" He spat, "Your fate was never to love!"

"I don't care about my fate!" He had become riled up again, unbeknownst to him, he made his father become more pleased, "I don't care about destiny or whatever you expect from me. You are just an evil spirit now who has nothing to do with my life!"

Another cunning laugh, more sinister than before, "I am the one who brought you up and made you who you are. And now I am possession of your body, I can do whatever I want with you."

Adrien banged his claw against the soft fabric, "I may be your son, but I was never yours father! I never will be!"

"It seems like you still don't realise your situation Adrien. It's as if you still don't know."

Adrien paused, warily asking, "Don't know what?"

Another laugh, as dark as the deepest shadows hidden in the depths of Luneith erupted, ringing in Adrien's ear, "Now, now. No need to be hasty my dear son. Why not sleep some more whilst I deliberate what to do with you?"

At that moment, Adrien felt his eyes drooping, just as his father was wishing for. All he could do, despite trying his harder to fight it was whisper, "No..."

But his eyes drooped further without his will. 

'No!' 

His eyes snapped open, and with all his might, he focused his remaining strength into his claw and pushed through the fabric. He scratched and scratched as hard as he possibly could, hoping that even if it took a bit of time, he would be able to create a tear that would be just enough. He didn't even know what it would do, but his only way as of now, was to get out of the cocoon his father trapped him in.

His eyes were still working against him.

'Just a little longer...' he thought, as he dragged his claws, despite the pain that surged through them as the material pushed at his nails like it had been made of stone, 'Just a little more...'

And that was when he heard it. A crack. He paused, trying to feel the area he was lashing at beneath his fur, and smiled when he realised that the soft material which had been so hard to break, was starting to crack open like a dragon's egg.

With one last breath, he swung his paw straight into the material and imbedded his nails into the area it had began cracking. Just as he expected, the crack grew wider and wider, until he saw a bright light.

This time it was his father who screamed, "No!"

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

'Where am I?' He thought, looking around the area.

It was a room he had never seen before but he could sense that he was in Luneith. The place they were in wasn't well lit, the room only having a drowsy light and the faint moonlight seeping in from the small window. Around the room where several different objects, some he could recognise, others- he didn't even want to know what they were. It reminded him sort of like Marinette's old house before she had regained her memories. Haphazard and messy and full of miscellaneous items but, unlike her house, this place was bleaker, more dreary. Even the wallpaper looked like it hadn't been maintained well, for it had been tearing and chipping in many places. At least there were not random creatures scattering around in this blasted place.

But there was a glass case on the table, filled with a single white butterfly, fluttering around unaware of the fate it would meet. And Adrien... it was only time that he would find out the truth.

'So just... what is this place? Where has father taken me? Why-'

"Your highness," a vaguely familiar female voice called out, as he heard them step into the room.

"Yes what is-" he tried to speak, but his mouth would not move at his own will either.

"I expected you to come earlier," Adrien suddenly spoke out. 

But it wasn't Adrien who was speaking. It wasn't his voice. That voice, the voice which was speaking was...

His head turned and he suddenly realised where he had heard the voice, "I apologise for my tardiness. It was troublesome trying to get in without anyone seeing me, even with the few you placed by my side."

Why was he...

His hand moved up in dismissal- but it wasn't his hand- and the voice which wasn't his spoke, "Give me your report Nathalie."

Was this his father's memories? 

'But why... why am I seeing them?'

Nathalie bowed and lowered her hood so more of her face could be shown. She was deathly pale, almost as if she was a walking corpse.

"I'm sorry, your Highness," she said, coughing as she did, "But this experiment has failed. I will no longer be able to be at your side."

Experiment?

A sigh came from his father, "I expected as much. I suppose you already know you must dispose of yourself quietly."

"I-" she hesitated, her hand coming up to clutch at the clasp of her cloak, "I-"

"Can you not answer a simple question Nathalie? Has your competency deteriorated since you have been dismissed from the palace?"

She shook her head wilfully, muttering, "No, my Lord- I- I just," her shoulders slumped and her hand dropped, "If I have to die, please be the one to kill me."

"What?"

"If I have to die, I will only do so by your hands. I am a monster because of you and, so, I will make it your responsibility to kill me."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I will not dispose of myself as you asked of me. I will reveal these experiments to the court. More importantly, I will reveal everything to your wife. So I will give you a choice."

Adrien could feel his father becoming more agitated, and his temper grew especially at the mention of his wife, Adrien's mother. Meanwhile, Adrien was trying to make sense of the conversation they were having. It was like his father had used Nathalie for some sort of experiment? Could it be that this was when his father had started thinking of the idea of akumas? Or was it something else entirely?

Deep down, however, Adrien already had the feeling that the only thing it could be was his father's first steps into creating a creature feared by the fairies it had disturbed time and time again.

Already his father was on the move, enraged at Nathalie's words, "How dare you!" He spoke walking closer to her, but Nathalie didn't cower, didn't move away.

Not only was her complexion as pale as a ghost but, upon further inspection, her eyes looked as lifeless as Adrien could feel her soul was. So here she was, so close to his father as he was glaring at her, but she didn't even flinch, "What are you waiting for Gabriel?" She whispered, and her reciting the name his father did not like to use felt so satisfying to Adrien when he realised how his father's breath hitched at the mention, "Kill me. Kill me with your bare hands."

He lunged at her provocation and did just that. His body toppled over her has he squeezed at her neck, causing her to gasp for breath despite her willingness to die. 

But Adrien couldn't look anymore.

He didn't want to. 

'Get me out of here please.'

"Not yet. You have to see more."

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

He didn't even know how many memories he had been through but, what he had learned... if only he had known sooner. 

The memories happened in no particular order, but the earliest had been from even before Adrien was born. For a long time, Hawkmoth had been concocting a method to finally gain the goal he had desired. To have the three realms in the palm of his hand. One day, it was Nathalie who mentioned the idea of being able to control lives so that he could grasp hold of his one true wish. Although Nathalie had only mentioned it in passing, he had thought deeply about it and started to experiment. 

There were countless of experiments, people from both Luneith and Soleria, and even some taken from the mortal realm had been subjected to torture and malice at the hands of a tyrant. The experiments were to test different types of potions and magic to control a person but the problem was, they were never long term. If he wanted control of a lot of people and maintain that control, he needed something which would last longer. When they failed, the subjects of his experiments would be killed. 

His father had kept it a secret, however. From the court and his people. Anyone who knew, would have to die. Especially once Emilie had been brought into Luneith. By then, Nathalie had already been casted aside. But she had wondered, 'Why haven't I died?'

Yet, she had wanted to be of use to the Lune Supreme. For years and years she had been by his side, and she had wanted to continue, even after Emilie had come. She didn't care if Hawkmoth did not want her affection anymore. She knew that to him, she was nothing more than someone he used. But for so long she had depended on him, she had been by his side. 

She had forgotten what it was like not to be.

Either she should die, or she should go back to him no matter what.

In one last ditch effort, or at least that was what Adrien had gathered, she had gone to his father and had asked him to use her as his next subject. Strangely, at first, he refused. But after a bit of convincing, he had confided in her about finding another method, one hidden deep in secret scriptures in which he could use a creature, such as the delicate butterfly which could be easily manipulated and turned into what he desired, to control the whims of everyone, as if they were his puppets.

He asked Nathalie to be his first subject to test it out. 

Nathalie had failed. And so she had asked to be killed since she was dying anyways.

Multiple different accounts of memories came after that, all through the eyes of his father after his death, as he learned properly how to control the akumas he sent out. 

Account after account, Adrien saw more than he had fathomed from his father's abilities.

All his father had needed to do was put his spiritual energy into them. Without his physical body, it was much easier to do so and use not only the butterflies, but the people as hosts for his plans. Adrien saw countless of horrors his father had instigated, he saw just how many had died for his father's cause. He remembered just how many he himself had killed to avenge his father.

'Why show me this? Why now? Why won't you let me out? I need to stop my father!'

The voice- no- voices spoke in earnest, "There's just one more memory Destruction. One more you need to see. That way, you will understand."

'Understand? Understand what?'

There was only one voice which spoke this time, one that reached out to him sincerely, "I was the first he tested them on, but I failed Adrien. So there is just one thing you need to know before you continue through this journey," in that moment, it was like he could feel the presence of all of them, all of those who died because they had been akumatised, including Nathalie herself, "I'm sorry Adrien."

'I- I don't understand. Why are you saying that?'

"Because Adrien," they all said together, "You're just like us."

He was a victim of Hawkmoth too.

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

Pushed out of those memories, he found himself face to face with his father. They were standing in the middle of nowhere, but something about it seemed familiar. The sky was in various shades of colour, but he could barely see it through the dark clouds accompanying it. On one side there was a river of water, materialised from the unknown which flowed and thrashed harshly when accompanied by the heavy rain which could actually be seen from the sky, but the rain and the river never met, as if they were two opposing forces which could not come close to each other. There were also trees and flowers and plants which somehow seemed dead, but there were more lively leaves and petals which delicately swirled around, especially closer to where he was. 

One thing caught his eye though, and it made him realise why this place looked so familiar.

A patch of land, where lighting continued to strike undisturbed, but there was no thunder to accompany it.

"Part of the magic was to amplify your soul and my own into your surroundings and seal you inside. And because you had accepted me as a part of you already, it made it easier to do so. That's why, even though we had broken up, I believed in our love."

"Even if I didn't want to admit it, the one person I would always let into my heart and my soul would be you."

"Your soul is the one I find most beautiful Adrien. I hope, forevermore, it will continue to blossom as beautifully as it has."

 The reason it was familiar was because, essentially, this was the soul Marinette had amplified. Chaos. Destruction. Desire. 

But the beauty he vowed to keep in his heart was being overturned by the deleterious nature of his father.

His father greeted him with a grin full of malice, "Were you delighted, sneaking into my mind?"

His father looked as he remembered, probably because the one on front of him was built up from the memories Adrien had, and his father's spirit just used it to manifest physically. It looked like his father, with short, spiky grey hair. His face looked gaunt and sinister and his cheekbones were sharp as if just brushing against them would be enough for blood to be shed. His eyes were blazing with ice cold fury as he stared at his son.

But Adrien found that all the fear he had of his father long ago, it had become thinner than even one strand of hair.

"Of course father," he grinned back almost sneering from where he was, "I learned a lot about you."

But maybe his father couldn't tell, or maybe he was being deliberately ignorant to Adrien's feelings, "And so, do you understand my cause," he brought his hand forward, as if urging an alliance between them- it was more plausible that it was the latter.

Adrien stepped forward feigning interest in his words, and his grin grew cynical, "All I understand, Father," his steps became faster, "Is that you do not deserve an ounce of anything from me."

"Say, If you ever do really get stuck within your soul," Marinette had tugged on his sleeve shyly, having been unsure of how to bring this subject up to him, but he pretended not to realise for her own sake, "If you do and if you ever- hmm- let's say if you ever got attacked by your inner demons-"

"Where is this coming from?" He questioned, his eyebrow raising as he faced her completely.

She shushed him and shook her head, "Just listen. If you do, just remember one thing."

"Okay," he said, already ready to trust her words, "Go on."

"Your soul is a reflection of yourself but it is also an whole conscience of is own, even more than your mind. Everything you have learned, everything you have seen and heard and touched and even just passed by, your soul knows it all. So, if you ever are trapped, or if you are ever invaded, all you have to do is think about what you need the most in that moment and it will give it to you. A soul is an extension of one's self, but it is also the guardian which protects a life until it's last form."

He didn't know it then, but that advice she had given wasn't just hypothetical.

 And, so, Adrien rushed forward and thought about what he wanted to do, what he needed the most in that moment.

His father never anticipated just how strong he had become.

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

When he woke up this time, he was glad to realise that he had full control of the body he was in, this time his own. But the elation didn't last long when he recalled all of the memories he had been shown, especially the last one. His only satisfaction came from the fact that he had been able to cage his father within him, but he knew even that wouldn't last long. He could feel his father's desperate attempts to get out, just as Adrien had done before. 

Adrien ignored those attempt and focused his attention to how far his father had travelled possessing his body. Relief washed over him as he realised where he was. The Celestial lands, the bridge between the two realms. 

He hadn't crossed over to Luneith yet. He didn't want to. But he also could sense the Solerian Army marching towards him from miles away. Were they here to try defeat him?

It was like people forgot that there was only two people in the entire of the three realms who could completely defeat him. Only one would rather imprison him then hope for his death.

He could feel his father struggle to take control again, could hear the shouts of anger which were trying to freeze over him, wanting to still him so his father could hold ground on top of him and conquer his soul.

'I wish I could see her again,' was all he wondered, however, ignoring the darkness which was trying to encourage him to break free.

All he wanted to think about in that moment, was her. All he cared about at that moment, was Marinette. He wondered where she was, if she was amongst the troops of soldiers who were coming towards him right at this minute. A glimmer of hope rose in his chest at the chance of being able to see her once more. He wanted... he yearned to tell her how much he had fallen in love with her. How, every day he saw her, every day he didn't, he loved her and wanted to love her forever. Every little movement she made, every snarky remark she gave to him, every blush and stutter and flush of anger and every act of love she gave him, he loved all of it. 

His love for her was greater than all of the magic the three realms possessed. 

It was the most powerful feeling he had and he would use it to destroy his father completely.

He just wished he could hear her gentle voice once more.

As if she was answering his prayers, he heard a faint, "Adrien."

"Marinette?" He spoke aloud, his eyes already shimmering as they welled with tears from her voice. Even if it was just in his head, he was happy.

Her voice whispered to him like a light breeze brushing against his ear, "Adrien."

It wasn't just a voice in his head which he had so desperately made up to hear her. It seemed real to him, almost as if she was right next to him. It was like all that had happened with his father was a dream and he was laying, asleep in her lap, waiting for her sweet, melodic voice to rouse him from his slumber. 

 "Adrien please," but her voice wasn't softly amused- like it would have been if this was all a dream, if it was all just his nightmarish imagination creeping up on him as it did once in a while-rather, it was extreme and frantic and it sounded as if her attempts would be futile if her message wasn't heard, "If you can hear me, help me please."

"I hear you, my love," he spoke to nowhere in particular, but he had already realised where her voice had been coming from, "I'll help you M'lady."

'If it's the last thing I would do, it would always be to help you.'

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Woah! A lot happened in this chapter but that's exactly what I was going for. I guess I can say this longer chapter is a bit of an apology for making you all wait so long. 

The next chapter will probably not be as detailed as this, probably because I struggled a lot writing it. But now I've got a few more ideas to add onto it so It will be much better than before.

I don't really have much else to say since I said everything I wanted to at the beginning.

See you soon Lovelies <3