Falling For a Demon (ML Fanfic)

Chapter 9: Control

A/N: If you look at the media above, you'll see a picture of Demon Chat! (Drawn by me, it sucks I know) If you wanna draw art for this fanfiction, Please do! I've already gotten one person to draw Demon Adrien and it made my day 1,000 times better! (I ended up crying from joy)

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(Small warning: Possible major character death)

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Marinette had never been in the Demon castle, nor had she been in the Angel castle but she knew it definitely could not be as dark and cold as it was in here. Everywhere she looked, it was just another shade of black or purple. The only thing that wasn't either one of those colours was the throne which was a gleaming gold and silver. Above her, was a high ceiling that had flags hanging from the walls, each flag exactly the same. Purple background with a black butterfly. She almost laughed. She wanted to comment on how their family crest was literally a butterfly but kept quiet.

She wasn't exactly in the position to be speaking up, especially not when she was on her knees with her hands tied behind her back in front of what seemed like a small army of angry demons. They had even chained up her wings so she couldn't try to escape, all under the orders of Chat Noir.

She watched him speak with a Demon in armour, too quiet to hear what they were saying but based on the sombre look on Chat's face, she could only guess that they were talking about the situation happening outside the castle walls.

Marinette couldn't figure out what had happened to him, but she was beginning to piece together the clues she had gotten– yet it still didn't add up in the end. Plagg said that he was being tortured in the cellars, and yet here he was, the King and looking stronger than ever. Then she remembered what Chat had told her; Adrien had died in that cellar... —my father told me the truth... —after a few alterations...

The only thing Marinette could think of was brainwash but she wasn't even sure if that was a real thing.

Was Adrien really just like every other demon she had met? Was he just as merciless and brutal as the rest? Was all of it just a lie..? She didn't want to believe it, Adrien was kind- he had saved her countless times, why now was he suddenly different?

She glanced behind her slightly, spotting her bag hanging on a hook with all of her healing items and magic spheres. Perhaps she had something in there that could help Adrien...

Her attention was pulled back to the throne as Chat Noir dismissed the Demon soldiers and they filed out of the room, leaving Chat alone with Marinette. She tried to stay calm, swallowing her fear and taking in a deep breath. She was still alive, which meant he didn't have intentions on killing her. Hopefully.

"What should I do with you..?" He pondered the question for a moment, taking a seat on his throne as he stared at her, his pale blue gaze piercing and Marinette had to force herself to look away. It just didn't seem right, this couldn't be real; Adrien couldn't be gone.

She didn't like how quiet it suddenly got, not even the sound of footsteps or shuffling could be heard. She risked a glance up at him, her heart clenching in her chest when she met his gaze again.