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Gabriel was in his lair, he had transformed into a Monarch once more, he had sent a Mega Akuma to a young adult who had unfairly lost his job and wanted revenge on his boss, he had transferred the power of multiplication to him.
However, the fight lasted longer than it should, because the akumatized ability was to disappear among the papers. But, Gabriel was running out of energy, his arm hurt by the cataclysm was hurting again, every day the cataclysm was harder to ignore... Still, he didn't stop giving instructions to his akumatized villain so he knew how to defeat ladybug and Chat Noir.
Gabriel watched in silence, from his lair as he grabbed his sore arm.
--This... This is a waste of energy... --he muttered to himself, trying to bear the pain in his arm.
No matter how hard he tried, the fight didn't last much longer, and the akumatized villain was easily defeated by Ladybug and Chat Noir.
Gabriel undid his transformation, then knelt on the ground, still clutching his arm, grunting in pain, trying to calm himself down, he felt so helpless, so angry and frustrated... but also... starting to feel broken...defeated... more than ever... So tired. Thinking to himself "Is all this really worth it?"
He silently stared at nothing, while his eyes narrowed into two slits, a silent rage beginning to spread throughout his body. He felt useless, weak. But above all, angry. He sat down on the ground with a defeated grunt.
--This...is...useless... --he muttered under his breath--, why do I keep doing this...? I have lost... again...
Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut and sighed... he felt... he couldn't take it anymore... he couldn't handle it all, he felt so miserable, so helpless and broken... he was sick, sick of being a Monarch, sick of fighting against Ladybug and Chat Noir, he was sick of the pain in his arm, sick of Nathalie being distant and angry with him… He was so tired of the whole situation…
--Master? --Nooroo asks, worried about the negative feelings that were beginning to manifest from his master. Little Kwami floated near him-- are you ok, Master?
Gabriel looked at the ground, feeling everything weighing on him. The loss of Emilie, the fact that Nathalie was still mad at him, the cataclysm on him arm… he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a groan of frustration, getting up and turning to Nooroo, his eyes tired and angry.
--No. No, Nooroo. I'm not well. I'm not okay… ---he hissed in a low growl--. I am tired very tired of all this.
Nooroo looked at him worried, he could feel his master's frustration, restlessness and emotional exhaustion, he could even feel sadness and a feeling of guilt accumulating... that surprised him, then he looked back, where his other Kwamis friends were locked in their capsules. They looked at him in surprise.
For his part, Gabriel sighed in frustration, then grabbed his arm again, the pain in his arm was unbearable and reminded him that little by little, that cataclysm in his arm was expanding more, and was consuming him slowly and painfully.
Nooroo watched silently, not knowing what to say or do. He hovered, staying close to his master.
--I just want this to end, Nooroo. I just wanted to bring Emilie back... but I don't want to be Monarch anymore, I just don't want... I can't... --he growled under his breath.-- I've failed every time I've tried, no matter how far I go, it will never be enough. And now I'm tired. I do not care anymore. All of this doesn't make sense.
His own words surprised him, however, they were not in vain, it was true, he was tired, he was fed up with all this... even though he was dying slowly, he felt that it was no longer worth trying something that he was never going to achieve.. He sighed in frustration and thought of Nathalie... she was right, she was always right... He had lost everything thanks to his obsession with the Miraculous, and now... he no longer had the strength to keep trying..
He rubbed his eyes, exhausted.
--I know it's impossible… --He paused… swallowing his pride. Then he sighed-- The Miraculouses will never be mine...
Nooroo didn't say anything, he just sat on Gabriel's shoulder, who didn't look at him at all. He just thought anguished about everything he had done, everything he had failed. Gabriel took off his white glove and raised the sleeve of his shirt a little, Looking his arm and hand, his skin blackened by the cataclysm... he didn't have much time left.
If he was going to die... he didn't want his last moments of life to be as a villain... He couldn't do this anymore... He didn't want to do this anymore... he failed Emilie, Nathalie, Adrien... He had failed himself... but that no longer mattered.
Gabriel sighed again as the despair became unbearable... He felt like a failure.
--That's all I am, I'm a failure, a fucking failure! --Him voice began to grow more hysterical and she clenched him fists--. I have failed everyone I cared about! My family, Nathalie, Adrien, Emilie... Everyone! --He slammed him fist against the ground--. I'm nothing but a failure! --he yelled, him voice hoarse with negative emotion.
His right fist was now red from the blows he had landed on the ground, but he didn't care too much either. He sighed, gasping for breath as he looked down at his hand…a tear fell onto him hand…and realizing that he was crying, he quickly wiped him eyes with the sleeve of him shirt.
Then he sat dowm, sliding his back against the wall with his legs outstretched; he felt dead in life, he felt broken, defeated... he felt empty. And in one of his outbursts, he removed the butterfly Miraculous from his chest and threw it away with force, that damn thing was responsible for all his misfortunes.
His breath hitched, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, so hard he felt it pounding in his head; feeling overwhelmed by the silence, by his own sensations and feelings, far from the noise emitted by his Miraculous.
He felt dizzy and heavy, tired, more than he already was.
He looked at the Miraculous on the ground, his mind still filled with negative emotions. He rose to his feet, swaying slightly with fatigue, before walking over to the small purple object that had caused her so much pain in his life. A tear fell to the floor as he picked up the small butterfly brooch, holding it tight.
--No more. No more monarch, no more akumas... no more. --He whispered between him teeth, tightening the clasp--. This is the end.
Gabriel put the brooch in his pants pocket. Then…still dizzy from fatigue, he walked to the elevator that would take him out of the lair and pressed the button. Before long he was back in his workshop. The silence was overwhelming.. but he felt calm with it.