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A Precipice Fore and After; a Swarm of Demons Inbound.

| {MGI Civil War 3 Event} |

| {Demons, Sacrifice} |

| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] |

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| She was supposed to be a civilian. They were supposed to be gone. |

| After so long, Marinette's past had come back to haunt her. While her demons hunt her down, she must bear the burden she hadn't carried in years. |

| Word Count: 1,261 |

| Warnings/Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Demons, Martyrdom but without the actual death so much as metaphorical death, Demons, Call of the Void, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Tragedy, Bittersweet Ending. |

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| A/N: Less then half an hour before the event deadline ends, I have managed to write this fic! I hope you enjoy reading! |

| Also side note, Don’t Like? Don’t Read. |

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Like the silence in the centre of a storm, or the aftermath of a bomb. A cacophony surrounding that couldn't be heard.

The sky crackled and writhed like a butterfly crawling out of a cocoon. A sickly wretched purple that spread like an infection, consuming the pink and gold glittering sunset and leaving the world drenched in twilit shadows.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the fires raging as cars and buses were overturned like dominos. Civilians and other heroes, both masked and unmasked, rushing for shelter or to save one another. At any other time, it would've been heartwarming, to see everyone working together to find shelter as tragedy descends, to know that people were trying their hardest to be there for others in a time of great need.

And yet, somehow the bridge Marinette stood on held strong. Surprising seeing as the Gotham bridges were ever so frequently blown up or destroyed.

Was this…?

As she stood still, in the centre of the bridge, in a ring—the one place—that was clear of debris. Though not on the edge, she was making no attempts to move.

She could see the others, screaming desperately, terror and concern etched into every fibre of their visible beings as they reached and called out to her. Begging for her to run, to hide, seek shelter, to survive. Swearing and yelling as she made no attempts to move. As devastated by her inaction as the world around them.

But she was deaf to their pleas, their voices silenced by the thunderous pounding of her heart beat in her head and the whispers roaring in her ears.

Because in the air, opposite the bridge, cradled between the skyscrapers of Bludhaven and Gotham, an army of shadow akumas—Hawkmoth's demonic army—began to spill from a blimp like putrid rotting blood.

And here Marinette was stood. In the centre of the bridge, the only person to be facing them as the swarm began to advance towards the bridge.

Both hero and civilian attacks glancing harmlessly off the encroaching horde. Useless against the demons. But hers wouldn't be.

With a whisper in her mind, martyr, the weight of the earrings in her ears grew heavier with each breath, as she watched the demons draw closer and closer still.

Glancing towards the churning black waves below, she breathed in deeply, not daring to shut her eyes even for a moment. Feeling as though the ground was going to swallow her up and drop her into the depths below.

It was about to all come crashing down, the civilian life she'd spent so long building up from the ground with blood and tears. A nobody, newly moved into Gotham, who had somehow caught the attention of the Bats and Constantine shortly after, despite her best efforts. A civilian they sought for answers regarding the strange magic she couldn't help but exude, and the eclectic knowledge she had regarding both magic and mundane crimes around Gotham. A civilian they tried so hopelessly to protect whenever she got tangled up in their problems.

She could practically hear the swears they were all muttering as she stood there, unmoving, like a lamb for slaughter, ready for the altar of an apathetic god of emotions.

They must think she's terrified, frozen in fear.

But that wasn't the case.

This was her fault, her battle to fight, her mistake to fix.

This was the call of the void.

Ever so slowly, Marinette raised her right hand, as if reaching out towards the encroaching army.

And who was she to not take heed of it.

Twisting her hand slowly as if grasping something tangible instead of air. She clenched it into a fist in one quick violent motion.

And let the power consume her.

A flash of red and pink and white, bubbling and wrapping around her with its oh-so familiar magic.

Marinette closed her.

And Ladybug opened hers.

It had been so long, since she had last been a vessel to the powers of the tiny goddess of luck and creation. Though rusty, she was not.

She breathed deeply, staring still at the demons. With the flick of her hand, she did what she always did best; create in order to destroy. And with her counterpart's absence of life, it was up to her to balance it alone.

The akumas, and Hawkmoth; Ladybug would not fail again.

Not this time.

Not again.

With the flick of her wrist, the nearest demon imploded in a burst of white and pink, leaving naught but a trace behind.

She took a step forwards—closer to the edge, closer to the demons—another flick, another gone.

The sound around her became a sea of white noise. Distantly and detached, she could see out of the corner of her eye, someone she cared for reaching out towards, mouthing her name frantically like it was a prayer—like it would save her.

Ladybug turned her attention back to the demons, she couldn't afford to make any mistakes again by losing focus so easily.

She reached her hand out, as if to grab the air in front of her again, and clenched it. A huge swathe of demons in front of her hand all burst into pink and white sparkles that dissipated in the wind.

Almost mockingly beautiful in dying embers of the day, like miniature sunsets of death.

Hand gesture, after hand gesture, after hand gesture. She slaughtered her way through the swarm, preventing any from reaching the civilians upon the bridge with her.

It wasn't a surprise, they weren't targeting the cities either side. After all, she wasn't there. She was here. On the bridge. Facing them down.

They were here for her.

And her vengeance would be swift.

Another step closer to the edge, another step closer to the nightmare that hunted her.

Slowly, she began to swing her yo-yo in her off-hand, gaining speed with each swing. Her plan was risky. But it would work, it had to. There would only be one chance, however, to pull it off.

For if she failed, then Hawkmoth would become unstoppable. No, she couldn't let that happen.

The void called, the abyssal waters below churned and raved like rabid dogs chomping at that bit.

With every step, she took out more and more demons, though the onslaught was relentless.

Once she reached the edge of the bridge, she turned around, to take one final glimpse of her friends, before the end.

For Tikki.

For Plagg.

For Nooroo.

She launched herself from the edge, like a diver—face to the sky.

Plummeting, she reached her arm up as trying to grasp the sky.

The demons lunged. Hurtling towards her like sharks to blood in the water.

Ladybug breathed in deep. And as she exhaled, two great big hemelytra wings unfolded from her shoulder blades. Twisting midair so she could skim her free hand through the waves.

Rocketing upwards, she carved her way through Hawkmoth's army, taking out every single demon on the way with her wings and yo-yo, until she hit the blimp.

It exploded in an incandescent burst of red.

When the light cleared, the blimp and every demon was gone.

And in the glow of the rising moon, a girl in normal clothes fell from the sky.

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Constantine managed to safely catch her with a frantic spell. But it had been close.

Her earrings had been missing when she awoke.

And so were all her memories.

But she was safe.

And she was alive.

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