In his new home deep on the isle light filtered down on the masked man in the odd costume. Sensing her frustration, her fear, her anger, he smiled. A black gloved hand lifted, cupping a small white butterfly. Papillon put his other hand over it, and then let it go. The now black and purple butterfly flew out of the house through a hidden window.
"Fly, my little Akuma, let us grant her the power to be heard...."
The small butterfly would land on one of her hair clips, and she'd feel an increase in her negative emotions and impulses as she would hear a male voice whispering in her mind.
"Le Glace, I am Papillon. No one is listening to you, they're ignoring you. They are fools. I can give you the power to make them listen." Though he sensed...an odd power in her already. Oh what an Akuma she would make for him... "All I ask is one small favor when the time comes."
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"Fly, my little Akuma, let us grant her the power to be heard...."
The small butterfly would land on one of her hair clips, and she'd feel an increase in her negative emotions and impulses as she would hear a male voice whispering in her mind.
"Le Glace, I am Papillon. No one is listening to you, they're ignoring you. They are fools. I can give you the power to make them listen." Though he sensed...an odd power in her already. Oh what an Akuma she would make for him... "All I ask is one small favor when the time comes."