Miraculous Things; Byler

1- Selfless

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Deep within the shadows of a dimly lit mansion a figure stood basking in its darkness surrounded by butterflies; each white; each pristine; stark contrast to the dark within his heart. The man stood before a large window, clutching a broach in his hand, caressing it carefully, gliding his fingers over the visible crack in the middle. Beside him floating a purple Kwami, fluttering in the air, awaiting his master's next command.

The man's voice was deep, resonating the room in an ominous determination, the butterflies in the room shaking with each decibel the voice was raised. He began to speak, his eyes blazing with a thirst for absolute power, "Nooroo, my dear friend," he teased in a menacing tone, "Share with me again the legend of the Ladybug and Cat Miraculous."

Nooroo tilted his head but obliged, it had been the fourth time since he was in this Master's possession that he had asked to repeat this tale; it seemed significant to him for some reason. He cleared his throat beginning to speak,

"In the beginning there were two Miraculous; the earrings of the Ladybug and the ring of the Black Cat. They are said to be the embodiment of creation and destruction... but according to legend, when combined, it will give the wielder absolute power,"

"Power." The man repeated in a sinister chuckle.

"But any wish using the miraculous holds great consequence!" Nooroo warned, a little defensive.

The man's eyes narrowed with sinister intent, unable to hide his malevolent smile as he mused, "Consequences are for the weak; I have no fear for them."

"But Master!" Nooroo couldn't help but feel uneasy by the situation, "Such powers were never meant to be used for dark purposes,"

The man's eyes turned icy as he replied, "I don't care what intention the Miraculous were made for... now tell me what power my Miraculous hold,"

Nooroo quivered, trapped in this situation for he was loyal to whoever held his broach, "You hold the Miraculous of transmission; you can give powers to whoever you want, and they become your devoted follower."

The figure's lips curled into a sinister smile, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of the broach, humming to himself, "Devoted follower, huh?" he said, liking the sound of that, "And what's better than luring superheroes then creating supervillains?"

Nooroo shook despite floating in the air, "But Master, you must reconsider. Your miraculous is broken, it's not safe-"

But the man cut him off, his voice laced with darkness, "I hold your brooch; I am in charge; you have no say in the matter!"

Nooroo's eyes wavered, his form dropping to a mere slump as the weight of helplessness dawned on him. He had been bound to serve his new Master, and there was little he could do to argue this decision as he meekly nodded.

"Good!" the man chuckled, "Nooroo, Dark wings rise!"

The Kwami yelped; he hadn't been activated in a long time, being pulled toward the broach like a magnetic force. The figure's clothes instantly changed to something akin to a supervillain costume, his eyes blazing with an unholy fire as he concluded his monologue; now officially speaking to himself, "From now on, I am Vecna!"