When Jake Sterling's trust is shattered by betrayal, the once-loyal music club member spirals into darkness. Vulnerable and broken, he becomes the perfect target for Hawk Moth, who transforms him into Solarkill, a powerful villain bent on revenge ag...
Hawk Moth stood at the window of his lair, watching the Rosemeadow skyline as the dark clouds rolled in overhead. His fingers twitched at his side, sensing the shift in the city's emotional landscape. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with negativity. But this was no ordinary wave of sadness or anger—this was something deeper, rawer.
Hawk Moth: A rejection unlike anything I have ever felt before, how can I resist such a sentiment?
Hawk Moth then turned, holding out his hand as a butterfly fluttered into his palm, its white wings gleaming faintly in the dim light. His eyes gleamed with anticipation as he brought his other hand over it, transforming the fragile creature into a dark, twisted version of itself—a black akuma, crackling with sinister energy.
Hawk Moth: Fly away, my little akuma, and evilize him.
The dark butterfly, now imbued with malevolent power, flapped its wings once, twice, before it darted through the open window, disappearing into the stormy sky. Hawk Moth stood there, watching with bated breath. This one would be different—he could feel it. The weight of the rejection, the festering rage—it would make for a perfect instrument of destruction.
Meanwhile, in the streets below...
Jake Sterling stood alone, his fists clenched tightly at his sides as he walked aimlessly through the streets of Rosemeadow. The sounds of the bustling city around him seemed to fade, drowned out by the deafening roar of his own thoughts. His chest felt heavy, his mind replaying the events of the night over and over again like a broken record.
They don't care about you, Jake.
They never did.
The words of his former friends echoed in his mind, each one hitting harder than the last. The Jomies, the Music Club...even Daisy. He had nothing left. No one left. He kicked at a loose stone on the ground, his anger bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to erupt. He just wanted them all to feel what he was feeling—to understand the pain they'd caused him. Suddenly, a glimmer of movement caught his eye. A dark butterfly flitted through the air, its wings shimmering as it hovered closer to him. Jake barely noticed it at first, too lost in his own turmoil. But when it landed on his necklace, the small token that used to mean so much to him, he felt a strange pulse of energy shoot through his body. His hand instinctively shot up to his chest, but it was too late. The akuma had already entered the pendant. A sharp, icy sensation shot up his spine as a dark, translucent mask appeared over his face. His breath caught, and before he could react, a voice—deep, commanding—resonated in his mind.
Hawk Moth: Solarkill, I am Hawk Moth.
The voice sent a shiver through him, yet it was strangely comforting, like someone finally understood the pain burning inside him.
Hawk Moth: Your friends have abandoned you, they turned their backs on you, and now you're all alone. But it doesn't have to be that way. I can give you the power to claim revenge on all those who wronged you.
Jake's heartbeat quickened. Revenge. The word struck a chord deep within him, feeding the flame of anger that had been smoldering all night. His eyes narrowed as he stared ahead, the memories of his friends—no, his enemies—swirling through his mind.
Hawk Moth: In return, you will bring me Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculous.
Jake's lips curled into a wicked smirk. He didn't care about Ladybug or Cat Noir. He didn't care about anything other than the sweet, burning desire for revenge. And Hawk Moth was offering him the power to make it happen.
Jake: I'm ready to claim revenge on all those who wronged me, bring it on, Hawk Moth.
In an instant, Jake's body was engulfed in a swirling, violet aura, the dark energy wrapping around him like a cocoon. The power surged through his veins, twisting his appearance into something more sinister, more dangerous. Original cloths were replaced with a sleek, jagged suit of black and red armor, the sharp edges of his outfit reflecting the bitterness and anger that now consumed him. His red hair flared with intensity, matching the fiery rage in his glowing, pink eyes. His whole form screamed of retribution, vengeance—an embodiment of the pain that had turned him into this being. No longer Jake Sterling. Now, he was Solarkill.
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(Author's Note): This is what Solarkill looks like.
He flexed his hands, feeling the crackling energy swirling around his fingertips. The rush of power was intoxicating, exhilarating. It felt good—better than anything he'd felt in a long time. And now, with this power, he would make them all pay. Without a moment's hesitation, Solarkill leapt into the air, his body propelled by an unseen force. He soared through the skies of Rosemeadow, his shadowy form blending into the storm clouds above. A trail of dark energy followed him as he flew, his mind focused on one thing and one thing only: revenge. The Music Club. The Jomies. Daisy. They were all going to suffer. And Solarkill would make sure of it.
