Miraculous Dragonus (Lila Rossi x Male Reader)

Arc 06: Chapter 01: Future Sight

The Catacombs of Paris. Back in the eighteenth century, when Paris had been rife with plague outbreaks and overflowing graves, the people decided to move the bodies down to the abandoned limestone mines as a way to clean the city. Early in the nineteenth century, they became a tourist attraction. But Parisians only ever saw a small portion of the famous Catacombs. The rest were blocked off, restricted by the government as a means of protecting citizen welfare. Little did almost anyone in Paris know, the tombs buried secrets from the past. Relics from bygone eras.

Relics a certain foreign supervillain had learned about, and those relics were the exact reason Dragonus moved through the bone-laden tunnels, as they could ensure his victory.

The draconian villain's boots made little sound against the floor as he descended into the part of the Catacombs he knew were never mapped and never would be mapped. The musty scent of the place filled his nose, intermingling with the scents of death, rot, and power. Dragonus sneezed once; he knew he should have put the filter on his helmet. He had an allergy to pollen and other similar particles, and for some odd reason he could never quite understand, that included perfumes and sprays. They irritated his nasal pathways and made him sneeze. Luckily, it was only a light allergy that didn't cause other problems. Otherwise he wouldn't be spending a chunk of the night underground where he couldn't fly and could barely see. It was only because of the rewards that he even considered the plan.

"And we're sure the items are down here?" Dragonus asked Vorath. The kwami's consciousness stirred inside Dragonus's own mind. " Uh-huh." Vorath replied. "D eeper, though. We need to go deeper. "

Dragonus growled in discomfort. He had hated small spaces since he was little, when he got stuck in a playplace and had to be rescued. Begrudgingly, he lit a flame in his left hand and pressed on. The skeletons on the walls didn't bother him much, even if the empty sockets seemed to follow his movements in the flickering light of his fire. The Dark Dragon Miraculous - his Miraculous - had the ultimate ability to resurrect whatever he desired, but only once a year and if he had the proper incantation and powers of creation and destruction.

Which was why he needed to get the Dark Box and Dark Grimoire from the Guardians' temple. His plans required that spellbook, and the thought of extra Dark Miraculouses was also quite appealing. And of course, he promised Vorath he would free the others. No matter what he was, hero or villain, Goldenwing or Dragonus, (Y/N) always kept his promises to those he cared about.

" Okay, boss, " Vorath said in his mind. " The stuff's directly below us, but be careful. You might accidentally crush them if you punch right through the rock. " Dragonus scoffed. "I know my own power levels, Vorath." He replied as he pressed a hand on the floor. Calling on the earth power he absorbed - was it only a few months ago? It felt like so much longer - Dragonus opened a decent sized hole. The tunnels were too narrow for him to spread his wings and fly, so he took a rope he brought and dropped the end into the hole. Then he climbed down into a huge chamber.

The chamber would have been beautiful if not for the grotesque imagery painted in faint colors on the walls. Dragonus's skin crawled as the images flickered in his firelight. Ignoring the images, he continued to climb down, the chamber still too small for him to fly. At last, he touched the ground, sending up small clouds of dust. Another sneeze built in the back of his throat, but he forced it down. No point in alerting whatever primitive - or highly advanced - security system to the fact he was here.

Dragonus increased the light of his fire, lighting the room more, the frescoes being picked out in every gruesome detail. If Dragonus's research was correct, all of these scenes had happened, exactly as they had been painted, maybe centuries before. He looked around more, searching for any booby traps or indicators of booby traps. Still wary of his surroundings, he turned to what he thought was the north wall of the chamber. A dark smile grew across his face as he saw the objects he wanted.