"Please. I have to bring her back. You have the knowledge, you're my only chance." Gabriel Agreste pleaded with Nooroo, having exhausted all other options. He hadn't wanted to resort to the miraculous's knowledge, having hidden the kwami away after watching his beloved wife fade away. He didn't want the same thing to happen to him. He couldn't leave his son by himself.

Gabriel turned to the woman laying in the bed, listening to all of the machines that worked 24/7 to keep her alive. When Nooroo failed to respond, he grabbed it forcefully and screamed, "What can I do? ANSWER ME!" Nooroo cowered, exclaiming, "Master, please, I have seen others go down this path. My powers have been almost exclusively used for evil throughout the centuries. I cannot bear to watch it happen to you. You are a good man, but the lost cannot be saved."

Gabriel groaned, throwing Nooroo away. "There must be a way. Are you telling me that, though you have almost unlimited power, you cannot do so much as to wake my wife?"

Nooroo flew back over, shaking its head. "I'm sorry, master. I cannot do anything. The only ones who would be able to help are out of reach." Gabriel gestured for Nooroo to continue, waiting impatiently. Nooroo hesitated, before continuing, "When brought together, the Miraculous of Destruction and the Miraculous of Creation are able to grant one wish, no matter how impossible."

Gabriel smiles bitterly. "And this wish has never been used before? In all the thousands of years the Miraculous have been in existence?" Nooroo shakes its head, confirming Gabriels thoughts. "Well, I suppose a slim chance is better than none, no matter how small." He shakes his head, dismissing Nooroo and moving to leave his basement before stopping, realizing one important question that he had failed to ask. "Nooroo, if the Miraculous aren't in use, and are hidden away, how do I go about bringing them into the open?"

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Nooroo rematerializes, a defeated look on its face at the dreaded words that it must say. "Master... the only times the miraculous are used are in times of great turmoil. They only appear when humanity requires it." Gabriel takes in the downtrodden look on the Kwami’s face, and comes to a grim conclusion.

“So, you are saying that only a villain endangering the people can garner enough attention to drive the miraculous out of hiding? Is it guaranteed that it will be those two miraculous that will be released? Not any others? I do not want to go down this path for nothing.” Gabriel says, gazing once again at his poor wife, who was rendered brain-dead from the damaged peacock.

Nooroo nods, drifting in front of Gabriel. “Yes. Creation is the only one who can purify the akumas that are used. Destruction is the balancing force. They have historically always been released together, as one without the other often tips the balance and causes more destruction than it was trying to prevent.” Gabriel takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair.

“This is the only way. I have to bring her back. Not just for my sake, my son needs her more than I do.” He takes another breath, then starts to speak the words to initiate the transformation.

“Master, wait!” Nooroo yells, just before he finishes the words.

“What is it?” Gabriel asks, exasperated. All he wanted to do was get this over with. One or two akumas, and maybe it would all be over.

Nooroo drifts closer to his face, its eyes dark with warning. “The more you transform, and the more you align yourself with all of the souls of past Holders, the more you will become like them. You may lose your soul. You will never be the same, Master, if you go down this path.”

This gives Gabriel pause. “I.. may lose myself?” He swallows nervously, thinking of what may happen if he does. After a minute or so, he shakes his head. “No.. no, I’ll be fine. I have to do this. I have to see Emilie again. My son needs her. I need her.” He looks at Nooroo, determination in his face. “Nooroo, dark wings, rise.”