Obscura

The Eiffel Tower had never looked so distant, so dark, as it did today. But looking at it now, all it brought was pain and sorrow for its many long lost hopes and memories.

"Give it up Obscura!" The villain heard a familiar voice shouting from the building next to him, effectively ripping his attention from the afamed monument. "You're never going to win!"

Obscura turned towards the new Ladybug, a grimace sourly forming on his lips. "You can't beat me," he snarled, not even attempting to hide his disdain for this imposter. "I have way more experience then you and your felined partner combined." 

"Experience in what, oldtimer?" Chat Noir's young, irritating voice chimed from the other direction. "Running around in tight, black leather? Just look at yourself! Even I can do that better!"

Obscura clenched his fists, looking down at the Chatlike outfit he was currently wearing - minus the ears and the tail.

Fitting.

He supposed.

But this new Chat Noir really was full of himself. He had been a hero for how long? Six months? That was nothing. Nothing compared to fifteen years the last Ladybug and Chat Noir had fought together.

They had been the real heroes - the ones who had brought peace to Paris for over thirty years. They had been the ones to defeat Hawkmoth. And they had been the ones to nearly lose their lives in that final battle.

Not these newcomers. No. They had only managed to take down a handful of akumatized villains without the other miraculous holders having to join them in their fights.

It was pathetic. This new generation of heroes was weak - so conceited. If only the guardian would have realized that in time...

"I have everything that you two don't have!" Obscura snapped, fiddling with the ring on his finger. "Now let me show you the power of a real professional."

He outstretched his hand towards Ladybug, a beam of light erupting from his ring, rapidly making its journey towards the heroine. "It's time for you to forget! Forget your partner! Forget your lover. Become a shell of who you once were! Just like my wife!"

But before the power could hit its intended target, Chat Noir was there, blocking the attack with a simple twirl of his baton.

"I never realized how annoying that was," Obscura growled, pulling his own baton out of his belt. Extending it, he propelled himself to the building where Ladybug and Chat Noir stood - their mouths wide open.

I've still got it. He thought, lifting his left hand for another attack. There would be no way these two amateurs could escape from such a close-ranged shot. Not even he would have been able to dodge such an assault back when he had his miraculous.

"Forget!" He shouted, lashing out all of his pain, his anger, on the innocent teens in front of him. It didn't matter if they hadn't directly caused his wife's loss of memory. It was their fault that she had felt like a failure and chosen to give up everything! They couldn't even protect her - let alone the entire city.

Why did other people get to be happy when his wife wasn't allowed to remember? Did their years together mean nothing? What about all of their battles? Their sacrifices?

Everything.

Everything they had been through together was just gone as soon as she made that fateful decision.

And Obscura couldn't stand it! It wasn't fair! His lady didn't deserve this, and he would stop at nothing to set things right.

Even if that required allowing himself to be akumatized. Even if everything inside him was screaming, reminding him that this went against the accomplishments of his entire life. He would get those miraculous. And he would bring back the memories of his dear, precious wife.