Paris's Destruction

•An Unknown Figure•

On the outskirts of Paris

A shadow rocketed through the sky.

More accurately, a person cloaked in shadows rockets through the clouds barreling straight towards the city of light and love, Paris.

It was rather strange, but it wasn't the first time some unknown object appeared into the airspace of Paris since the start of akuma attacks.

So, without missing a beat, three fighter jets roared to life, shooting into the sky in a attempt to find and neutralize whatever thing was there.

"This is 'Silencer 1-1'-" The gruff voice of the pilot crackled across the other two let's radio's, mission control silently monitoring from base. "We're at the last known location of the figure, nothing has been spotted yet. Peel off, see what you find."

A second voice tore out of the radio, directed towards a fellow jet."'Silencer 2-1' to '1-2'. I don't see anything. Turn on your optics and refresh your radar." He commanded to the other two. Silencer encroached onto them, only the soft clicks of switches flicking into place filled it.

It was the third jet that caught it, his panicked voice coming onto the radio.

"'Silencer 3-1 to all, something fast is on my six and approching rapidly. 1000 meters....800 meters....500 meters.. 200 meters- Sh-"

The Pilot's panicked voice raised to a shriek as a creature of shadows flew towards it, arcs of darkness drifting off him. 'Silencer 3-1' swerved in the air, turning a hard right in an effort to avoid the dark comet.

The figure did a full 360 in mid air twirling in the air and flying straight through the wing, completely severing it from the jet itself.

The other two pilots coma were filled with the shocked swears of the falling Pilot, who's was barreling towards he ground.

"Oh my god- I'm hit! Abort! Abort Abort Abortabort-" The pilot struggled rapidly, attempting to activate the emergency parachute to escape when the figure turned and flew straight at it a third time, this time just ramming through the jet itself as it exploded into a huge fireball in the sky

"'Silencer 1-1' to command-" The pilots voice was calmed, but a force one as it flew straight towards their fallen brother in arms with Silencer 2-1 by his side. "We lost 3-1. Permission to engage?" 1-1 was about to here the answer when a loud, almost panicked beeping interrupted him as he shot a look at his radar.

"'Silencer 2-1, it's after me now. 500 meters...200 meters... Where are you?!" He snarled in his cockpit,

Suddenly, the figure burst out of the clouds, sailing above them vertically. Silencer 2-1's pilot gritted his teeth as he pulled the controls back, the jet soaring up in hot pursuit. Soaring upside down and the creature darting above the clouds, he slammed his finger down on the trigger, a cascade of gunfire raining down on it.

The figure whirled in the air and raised his arms. Black portals flaired to life in front of him, and before the pilot could even react, bullets ripped through him and the jet, completely shredding it.

"Silencer 1-1 to all..." He choked out, his grip relaxing on the controls as be allowed the jet to fall. "I'm going down...It's been a pleasure to serve..." 1-1 trailed off as the jet disappeared beneath the clouds.

Gone.

"Silencer 2-1 to command, I lost both 1-1 and 3-1. Permission to use lethal force?" He asked, fingers tapping nervously on the controls as he waited for a response.

"Granted."

2-1 rapidly flicked the switches on the dashboard before pulling the trigger. Two missiles for out of th jet. The figure paused, turned and raised his hands.

The explosion enveloped the area, the figure disappearing from sight.

"Silencer 2-1 to command, the figure has been destroyed, I repeat the figur-." 2-1 was interrupted by a loud insistence been from his radar.

"The hell?" He swore, suprised as he spotted the black figure flew out of the shadow, completely enclosed in a shield of inky blackness, smoke trailing of it as it continued it's steady pace towards Paris.

"2-1 to Command, The figure is not destroyed and still heading for Paris. I repeat, the figure was-" 2-1 was cut off as the figures rolled around, it's stomach facing the jet, a wave of black fire erupting from him and incinerating the jet.

The pilot let out one horrified strangled scream before the flames made up of shadows hit the fuel tank, exploding in black and orange fireworks, leaving the figure unencumbered for his flight towards Paris.

The clouds parted and the calming sea of lights that greeted him as the figure slowly descended from the sky and landing on a nearby rooftop.

Color spilled into his skin, the shadows withering around him, fading like dew in the late morning sun as he returned to him form just as his feet touched the ground.

Turning to look at rising sun in the east, crossed his arms and smirked.

"Paris..." He hummed. "The fabled city of love..." He tapped his forearm. "Such a shame."

With that, the figure disappeared into dawn's morning light.

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Hope you liked this chapter that was completely written by the amazing Tyebreak

Edited by Sandleaf

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