White Shadows

Chapter 19: Hawkmoth

"No, no, no, no!" The purple man exclaimed in frustration, throwing his cane at the window. His anger stirring the butterflies into a frenzy. He had been so close to succeeding.

"At least you don't have to worry about the White Cat consuming your butterflies anymore." A feminine voice sniped irritably. She was getting tired of his tantrums. Hawkmoth whirled around and glared at the fox. She huffed, her fingers tapping on her folded arms. Her orange lips twisted into a scowl.

"That's not the point!" He hissed as she rolled her olive green eyes. "She failed in everything! She had killed Cat Noir! Then she failed!"

"Are you aware he is a kitty cat? He would've just come back to life." Volpina sniffed haughtily, knowing that Archna's venom wouldn't have really taken all nine. The way the cats of miraculous regenerated was like Dr. Who. With each new life, whatever killed them was either healed or expunged from the body.

She turned her gaze towards Hawkmoth. This man was starting to annoy her. He glared at her as she shrugged. "Look if you don't want to know Phantom Cat's identity then by all means, continue your tantrum."
"Volpina!" He roared angrily, clenching his hands into fists, prepared to take her butterfly before her words sank in. He opened his mouth to say something then fell silent. "Wait, you know who he is??" She nodded as a dark smile curled her face. She played her flute. Hawkmoth flinched once more. He was afraid that she would control him as she had done with Ladybug.

He watched as the illusion of Phantom Cat appeared before him. "Well?" He snapped. "Who is he?" Volpina's sick smile grew.

"He is none other than Félix Agreste." The image shimmered and melted away to reveal the cold blond beneath. "The best part is. We know where he lives." Her tail swished behind her as she played her flute, a sickly sweet melody coming from it as illusions of notes left the instrument.

Félix was a designer and CEO of his own fashion company. He was just as Famous as Gabriel Agreste, some even thought that he was a branch of Agreste designs. Hawkmoth grinned. Now he knew who Bleu Royale was. It was cute how the whole Agreste family was miraculous users. Sinister chuckles escaped him as a plan formed in his head.

Volpina's melody faded. He stared at the illusion of Félix Agreste before a white butterfly flew through him.

He looked out his window, watching the Agreste boys make their way towards the famous bakery with the delicious baked goods. Yes, he knew where he could find both fashion designers. He knew where the young fashion designer lived; no one else really knew where. Hawkmoth didn't know how the young designer did it with his cursed luck.

He also knew where Gabriel lived. He never bothered a visit with them before. Maybe it was time to pay them a visit. He just hoped that they don't move in together. They would be hard to take down at all. A butterfly outlined his face. "Volpina, I have a plan." She hummed in response. "I will let you loose upon the city. Do whatever it takes to get the miraculi I need. You may kill them all."

Insane laughter escaped the fox akuma as the butterfly faded. Hawkmoth knew that she had gotten stronger. He just didn't know how. He was excited to see how it would happen.

He watched the window close as he allowed his transformation to fade. He looked at the tired kwami beside him. He grabbed Nooroo and shoved him in his coat pocket, earning a pained cry from the kwami.

Now to pay a visit to theyoung fashion designer. It had been a while since he last paid him a visit.