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Every new idea, concept, or emotion that is felt, forms a deity that holds power that mortals cannot begin to comprehend. The deities that are formed were given the name ‘kwamis’. The kwamis roamed the earth and were sadly unable to be seen or sensed by mortals, until one day a man discovered a way for mankind to be able to interact with the kwamis. He created magical jewels known as the miraculous. Magical jewels that enabled the kwamis to inhabit the jewels and bestow immense powers onto its wielders.
The miraculous were as amazing as they were dangerous. In the wrong hands, mass destruction of lives and worlds could take place. But in the right hands, the world’s greatest heroes would emerge.
Among all the incredible miraculous, there were two that held the most power. The Ladybug miraculous, a pair of earrings that granted the power of creation, and the Black Cat miraculous, a ring that granted the power of destruction.
For centuries, the Guardians watched over the precious jewels and when evils would arise, a holder for the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculous would be found, making sure the world would be safe. However, great evils always sought out the miraculous in an attempt to achieve absolute power from combining the two.
In a dark room, a short man gave a cruel chuckle at the story he just heard. Great evils? Why he was just a simple man with simple wants and how wrong was that?
“Master,” a meek voice called out, “Is that all you needed?”
The short man turned in his faux leather chair towards the small wooden end table in his room where a small and glowing purple figure floated.
“Yes Nooroo, that was all I needed for now. You may rest now.”
Within a second, the small being was called to rest in a small brooch that resembled a moth with white wings that resided on the gentleman’s dress shirt. The man laid back in his chair, hairy knuckles scraping against the back of his drink.
“You will need the rest Nooroo. After all, one cannot take over the world tired.”