#just background

I wrote a colossus fighting story…

Actual summary: Dojo didn’t expect to come face to fist with a literal awoken mountain when he was sent to take the kids to investigate the newest unknown disturbance. Thankfully (or not), Chase Young is there to provide cover and is none too happy to see them.

Been thinking about things. Overthinking other things. Making myself cry. You know, normal writer stuff.

Right now, I've been thinking about Plagg. I don't know if I'll go into full detail in the story why Plagg absolutely despises demons and forbids all low-beings from approaching his holders, so I guess I could say something here.

Plagg is the honorary King of Demons in the story, and once upon a time he loved the title. He took pleasure in being King, particularly because he enjoyed the largest following compared to other kwami - the most followers, the most diverse followers - and he could rub that fact in everyone else's faces. His love for demons and dark creatures went as far as to let some of them slip through the cracks when he should have been destroying them properly. Past holders had difficulty forcing him to fight demons.

That's very different from present day of the story, where Plagg despises low-beings. He hates demons.

The reason he hates them now is kind of sad.

We've already met Prince Ophelia, the demon Prince of Destruction who devoured Lord Plague's heart. Plagg had been bound to Lord Plagg the entire time his holder had been mad with rage and grief. Plagg had been forced to feel everything while Lord Plague was being eaten alive from the inside out. If pain and suffering had been the only things inflicted, Plagg might have been able to bring himself to forgive, or at the very least accept, what had happened as natural - demons are, after all, naturally occurring parasites designed to eat away at the most toxic traits of humanity to prevent them from spreading out of control and infecting others. They are, in essence, necessary evils.

But Prince Ophelia is a Prince, meaning she had eaten the entirety of Lord Plague's heart. He died. Thanks to her, he's dead dead.

Plagg is a god. He knows that every single human he chooses to be his champion will die. There are no exceptions. As a kwami, Plagg will never pass on into an afterlife. His existence is tied to the universe itself - he will exist for as long as the universe exists, and he will cease to exist when the universe finally goes dark. Although it hurts every time he loses one of his champions, he usually takes comfort in the idea that his champions will continue to exist elsewhere after their life on Earth is expired. Somehow. Someway. They are elsewhere in a place he cannot reach. Cannot see them. Touch them. Speak with them. But they are there, and that's enough.

Except Lord Plague.

Prince Ophelia ate his heart. When Lord Plague died, there was nothing left to pass on. He simply ceased to exist. No afterlife, no peace. No hope that Plagg could hold on to that his champion was out there somewhere. Just nothingness.

That loss has festered with Plagg for centuries, growing into hate for demons and low-beings, especially for Prince Ophelia and everything she represents to him. She's the cruelest thing of all - Plagg can't kill her, because killing her would destroy the last vestige of Lord Plague left in the world, but every moment that she continues to exist is a reminder of what she took from Plagg...

So, Plagg is forced to continue being the King of Demons to subjects he now despises while holding on to a festering eternal hatred for demons he has no intention of ever letting go.

       The moment she laid eyes on Jason once more, her heart dropped. It’s not a matter of him forgiving you, Charlie. It’s about Harper. Swallowing the lump that had risen in her throat as it always did in complex situations, she walked up to Jason and approached the situation straight away. “Hey, um.. just—so, I’d love for you guys just to spend some time here if that’s okay. Not that I don’t trust y—I do trust you, but just in case she’s uncomfortable or.. I’d just like her close by today. Please, obviously, don’t tell her anything negative, she doesn’t need or deserve that. Any questions you think I should answer, just tell her to ask me.” God, she was worried — and of course she was. Her daughter, her entire world was being given away to a man that completely loathed her. “She’s aware you are her father. I wanted to ease into it originally but I want her to know who she’s meeting. She’s excited to meet you. So..” Deep down in her heart, she felt she could trust him. That’s all that mattered. 

       “Okay, Harper? Sweetheart? Come over here. I have somebody I’d like you to meet.” The little blonde had been sitting at the counter doing the one thing she loved most — colouring in. Her head whipped around at the sound of her mother’s voice, and she hopped off of the stool instantly to approach them with her thumb in her mouth, and teddy in hand. A bright smile crossed Charlotte’s features, entirely faux of course. “This is Jason, remember we were talking about him last night? He’d love to spend some time with you this afternoon, is that okay pumpkin?”