He Can't Forget | ✓

20 | the doom of the agrestes

*I apologize for uploading this chapter so late in the day. That is not like me at all... but I've just been so dang busy 😅

Anyways, enjoy!

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"Noroo, Duusu, unify!"

Adrien watched in horror as blue and purple light clashed. The room began to shake like an earthquake underneath them, and the static of the magic shot the lightbulbs, causing electricity to spew like sparks of fire all across the room. The explosion had pieces of glass falling on top of them, and to protect himself, Adrien threw his arms over his head.

In only took seconds for the transformation to commence. But to Adrien, it felt like some of the longest seconds of his life.

As the glowing light of magic faded entirely, they were left with nothing but darkness in that small bedroom with only the outside sun illuminating through the curtains of an even smaller window. Blue lightning cackled around his father like static, as if he had too much power in the palm of his hand—which Adrien was sure he did. But then his father suddenly doubled over, heaving heavily, and that's when Adrien realized that something was wrong.

"You think you're the only one who knows about combining the miraculouses?" His father cackled, but he was still struggling to breathe. Adrien presumed it was because he couldn't handle the intensity of wielding two at the same time.

"Where did you get another miraculous?" Adrien asked cautiously. His kept his stance and his yo-yo spinning, unsure of what his father planned to do next.

"I've had it all this time." Hawkmoth revealed sinisterly. He lifted his head to grin up at his son evilly, his expression sending a chill down Adrien's spine. "It was actually your mother's before she fell ill."

Adrien's eyes widened at that revelation, but he didn't have a chance to question his father further. His father suddenly shuddered as another series of blue electricity coursed through him. Adrien could tell he was in pain, but he felt absolutely no remorse for his father's suffering.

"Take it off." Adrien instead demanded sternly.

His demand didn't have the effect he would have hoped. His father openly laughed at him, unfazed by such a command. "If you really think I'm going to hand you my miraculouses, then you're a fool."

"Ironic." Adrien dryly replied before he swung his yo-yo at his father. Hawkmoth barely had a chance to leap out of the way before the yo-yo struck the bedroom wall behind him. A series of cracks sounded as they slinked across the surface, indicating the force behind his throw.

His father quickly whipped his head over his shoulder to examine the damage. There was a hint of fear in his eyes when their gazes reconnected. It was barely visible, and to the common eye, it probably would have been unnoticeable... but Adrien knew his father to an extent. He knew how to read the man. He knew his father wasn't known to show emotion.

So, whenever he did, Adrien could spot it a mile away.

"I'm not leaving until I get your miraculouses," Adrien was swirling his yo-yo as he slowly advanced closer towards his father's crouched figure. "And until I kill you."

His father had a way of masking his emotion well even when it was right in plain sight. Hawkmoth schooled his expression by smirking, despite being crouched down on the floor, trapped between a nightstand and a wall.

"It seems we have a similar goal." His father sneered cunningly despite his vulnerable state. "I wonder which of us will be successful."

His blood was boiling by the second. Adrien launched himself forward, tired of the wordplay being exchanged, and bellowed. Despite his father's weakness, Hawkmoth somehow evaded him by rolling out of the way. Adrien whipped around on his heel and took out his baton. He unsheathed it and swung it like a baseball bat, sending his father flying into the bedroom window.