A figure loomed over the city. L'Ape watched the people down below lead on with their lives and yet he swore, no, he knew they were talking about him. Muttering about his failures, his fuck ups, mistakes, his beat downs. All the voices he'd been hearing raced through his mind and he couldn't shake them away.
"He's worthless."
"A disgrace as a hero."
"Better off as a villain."
They got louder and louder, drowning out everything else. All sounds became nonexistent and it left him to face the demons alone. He tried to push them away but it was in vain, they just kept coming back.
That is, until, he heard the soft flaps of tiny wings.
In the next instant a glowing mask appeared over his face. His eyes narrowed as a voice began speaking.
"Aren't you tired of all the abuse thrown at you?" That smooth and enticing voice felt mocking.
"Leave me the fuck alone."
"Don't be like that. You and I could work together to prove how strong you are."
A heavy weight suddenly settled in his mind, bringing him down to his knees. The weight intensified to the point of agony.
"Together we could show the city how unfounded their beliefs are. You can rise and be the greatest hero in Paris." A small chuckle. "By being the only hero in Paris."
"No…" The thought sickened him. He couldn't do it. But Hawkmoth wasn't taking no for an answer and in the next instant a splitting headache formed. L'Ape couldn't think straight! It was too much! Way too much!
"STOP!" The pressure lifted with the next words coming out in a whisper. "I'll do it."
"Prove them wrong, Jewel Executioner."
Purple smoke covered the hero's body, giving him a new appearance.










