Falling For a Demon (ML Fanfic)

Chapter 8: Plan B

As Chat Noir was making his way down one of the many dimly lit hallways of the palace, he was confronted by a guard, but the Demon wasn't trying to stop him, but instead had a letter. More accurately a small piece of folded paper.

"Your Majesty, this is for you. A visiter told me to give it to you right away." The guard explained and Chat stared at the paper before hesitantly taking it, the small smirk that crossed the guard's face unnatural and almost suspicious. Chat ignored the guard's weird expression and opened the note.

Meet me in the library. - L.

Chat stared at the note a moment longer, trying to figure out if this was some sort of trick. He had an army to lead and some mysterious visiter was handing out notes? Who was L? Out of all the questions that flooded his head, only one made it out.

"We have a library?"

The guard couldn't help but smile, an obvious struggle to keep it hidden. Chat placed the note in his coat pocket and returned his attention to the smirking Demon.

"Do you know who gave you this note? What did they look like?" Chat asked and the guard cleared his throat, straightening out as his expression returned to its normal sombre state.

"It was a woman, Your Majesty. I didn't see her face, she was wearing a hood." The guard replied and Chat let out a sigh, irritation lacing his features.

"She didn't give you her name? What, did she just walk through the front doors and no one stopped her? For godsake, we're suppose to be on lockdown!" He exclaimed as he passed by the guard, his withered wings flaring open. He was determined to find out who L was, and his curiosity only grew when he heard it was a woman.

Was it Marinette? No, impossible, there was no way she would walk right in and speak to a Demon guard. Which meant it had to be another Demon.

L...

Why couldn't he piece it together? Why couldn't he remember?

L...

It was practically clawing at his brain, but everyone he had met before the exorcism was faded, a technique his Demon-self tried to use to make it easier to erase all traces of emotions like love. Now it was backfiring on him. The only thing he could think about lately was Marinette which only made him even more infuriated.

Who else did he—

He stopped dead in his tracks, realization dawning on him like cold water. Of course. It was the girl he met in the village, the Demon who had acted nice towards him.

Lila Rossi.

He smiled as he continued on, fixing the cuffs of his sleeves as he walked towards the East Wing, the hall just outside the sleeping chambers. He was almost certain he remembered a library being there, recalling how it was closed off for a long period of time after... the accident.

He didn't pass another Demon as he made his way through the palace, the entire East Wing completely silent. All the guards were either at the gates or out in the forest setting up the ambush. He wondered if Lila knew this.

He felt his wings tremble, a chill running up his spine.

When he reached the grand library oak doors, he pushed them open with one hand and in the other, summoned a small ball of green flames. The inside of the library was dark, even darker than the hallways that were only lit by small charcoal lanterns, the violet flames casting a sinister glow across the room. He took a step inside the room and the door behind him slammed shut, his wings snapping open with alert. In that moment, the flame in his hand went out and his icy blue eyes glanced behind him at the door, feeling his nerves rise. He found it hard to believe that Lila had perhaps set him up and any moment now he was about to be assassinated. That is, if it was truly Lila.