Miraculous: Rise Of The Demon Queen

Dark Awaken

The dim light from the street outside filtered through the heavy curtains of Lila Rossi's apartment. She sat at her desk, her fingers gripping the edge of her chair, knuckles white. The once smug smile that graced her face had long since faded, replaced by a simmering fury that burned in her chest. Paris may have forgotten her, but she would never forget what they did—what Marinette and Adrien did. They exposed her lies, humiliated her, and then, to make matters worse, Ladybug and Cat Noir thwarted her grand revenge as Miracle Queen.

She still remembered it vividly.

The scene in her mind flashed back to that fateful day. The akuma had bonded with her, filling her with the power and malice she craved. Dressed as Miracle Queen, she had felt unstoppable. All of Paris would kneel to her command, her wasps enforcing her every word. But Ladybug had outsmarted her—again. She and Cat Noir had broken through the defenses, destroyed her army, and with a single flick of their Lucky Charm, shattered her dream of revenge. 

Miracle Queen(Lila): No! This can't be happening!

Miracle Queen(Lila) had tried to send out one final command, but it was too late. Ladybug's magic swept over her, cleansing her of the akuma, and stripping her of the power she had craved. In the eyes of Paris, she was once again Lila Rossi—the liar. The schemer. The nobody.

Back in the present, Lila gritted her teeth as the memory faded. The walls of her apartment felt like they were closing in on her, each breath tightening the vice of her humiliation. She stood abruptly, fists clenched at her sides, her frustration bubbling to the surface.

Lila: I'm so tired of pretending... where's my happy ending?

Her voice echoed softly in the empty room, a bitter note hanging in the air. She moved toward the mirror, her reflection mocking her. Once, she had been the queen of manipulation. Now, she was nothing.

Lila: I followed all the rules, I drew inside the lines, I never asked for anything that wasn't mine...

Her voice grew stronger, echoing her frustration.

Lila:
I waited patiently for my time
But when it finally came, he called her name
And now I feel this overwhelming pain
I mean it's in my veins, I mean it's in my brain
My thoughts are running in a circle like a toy train
I'm kinda like a perfect picture with a broken frame
I know exactly who to blame!

Her eyes flashed with anger, her hands curling into fists as she continued to sing, pouring her soul into every word.

Lila:
I never thought of myself as mean
I always thought that I'd be the queen
And there's no in between
'Cause if I can't have that
Then I would be the leader of the dark and the bad
Now there's a devil on my shoulder
Where the angels used to be
And it's calling me the queen!

As the chorus reverberated through the room, Lila paced back and forth, her emotions spiraling into a deeper rage. She was the one who deserved the power. She was the one who deserved the throne. Not Marinette. Not Adrien. Certainly not Ladybug or Cat Noir.

(Pause Queen Of Mean Here)

Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to something on the floor. A torn piece of paper that had slipped from the pages of an old, forgotten book—one she had "borrowed" from Gabriel Agreste's study during one of her manipulative escapades. Her eyes narrowed as she crouched down to pick it up. It wasn't just any paper. It was an old, yellowed page from the Miraculous Spellbook, the one that Gabriel had coveted so much. Lila's lips curled into a wicked grin as she skimmed over the words.