In a dimly lit room with a large circular window, stood a man wearing a dark suit covering all but their eyes and mouth, holding a cane surrounded by glistening silver butterflies.
As the window opened the man took to speaking. - "Ah, the wrath of someone deserving respect but never taken seriously, what a powerful emotion."
He extended his hand and a butterfly perched on his palm. As he held his other hand above the creature, he infused it with darkness and let it free.
"Fly away my little akuma, and evilize her!"
The once bright, silver butterfly, now dark and glowing in an eerie purple hue, flew out the window, flew across Paris, to find its destination.