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Bubba's Idea Vault Story #6 Damned Twice Over (Unedited)
🕑 Added 2023-02-17 03:40:21 +0000 UTCDamned Twice Over
By: Bubbajack
Editors/Co-Authors: Icysnowsage, First Hassan
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Ch.1: Le Mort de Izuku.
‘The villains are everywhere!’ Izuku thought, having barely managed to escape the water zone of the Unforeseen Situation Joint with Asui and Mineta only due to some quick thinking on his part. His right arm hung like a wet limp sock at his side, broken and useless. He was being dragged along by Asui’s tongue as the trio made their way up a waterfall, hoping to find some cover by heading downstream. Things just went from bad to worse.
They found Aizawa-sensei being beaten repeatedly by that black-skinned behemoth with the man covered in preserved human hands. “Where is he, Eraserhead? Where is All Might?” The man covered in hands asked, as he crouched down next to Eraserhead as the other thing holding him down pulled his head up by his hair.
“Not here, he was busy today,” Aizawa grunted out as he spat a glob of blood from his mouth.
“Your annoying,” The man hissed in annoyance, “But not as annoying as that trash mob hiding in the shadows,”
Before any of them could react, he was in front of Tsuyu, his fingers splayed the pads on his fingertips made Izuku immediately think of Uraraka and her quirk. ‘I can’t let him touch her!’ Izuku thought to himself, his body reacting even as he spoke. “Get away from her!” He shouted shoulder checking the villain even as he pushed the frog-quirk girl out of the way with his good arm.
“You can die first then, it’s all the same to me!” The man said, as his hand descended towards the boy.
Izuku turned and looked towards Tsuyu and did the only thing he could think to do. He gave her the biggest, brightest smile he could silently ensuring her everything would be alright… right before his body decayed to nothing right in front of her eyes.
“Midoriya-chan!” Tsuyu said, silently reaching out for him fruitlessly with one hand, even as she collapsed to her knees tears falling from her eyes at the senselessness of it all. ‘Why? He saved me, he went and got himself killed Kero, saving me… like a true hero,’
“YOUNG MIDORIYA!” The distraught voice of All Might called out seconds later.
“So you finally arrived… All Might…” The man turned grinning maniacally as the person he came here for finally arrived surrounded by his fellow faculty members.
“You… You bastards! Young Midoriya was… he was… the light of the future! And you just snuffed him out! I WON’T FORGIVE YOU! NOT FOR THIS!” All Might said, raising his head as tears streamed from his eyes. He charged forwards with no thought given to his safety or to reason. There was no point to that anymore anyway, not for him. He had failed his successor, and in doing so, the torch that was One For All, had finally been snuffed out by the forces of evil.
“Go Nomu! I choose you!” Shiguraki said as he pointed at All Might.
“Gaahahah!” The Nomu said dumbly as it ran forward.
“Get the hell out of my way!” All Might said as slugged this Nomu person with all his might in the jaw, sending him flying out of the USJ. He ran towards the boy, red tingeing the edges of his vision only for black smoke to envelop his target and for a man with a body of smoke to say,
“I think it is time we left Shigaraki-sama,” He then nodded, “Till next time, Heroes.”
“No! Get back here dammit!” All Might raged at the heavens, his fist slamming fruitlessly into the cement where his protege’s killer once stood.
“I-I’m s-so s-sorry All Might!” Tsuyu croaked out through her tears. “Midoriya-chan di-” She choked on the word, “He di-” She tried again, “He passed because of me, he protected me. I… I wasn’t fast enough kero!”
“It… it's not your fault Young Asui… it is mine, had I been here as I was supposed to be, none of this would’ve happened.” All might replied tiredly as he fell to his knees. “It seems I have failed not only as a hero, but as your teacher, and Young Midoriya’s Mentor.”
Tsuyu hesitantly moved forward and patted the Symbol of Peace on the shoulder, “It’s okay to c-cry sensei. You may be a s-symbol… but you're s-still h-human.”
The Frog Quirk girl said nothing as tears stained the ground in front of her. “Thank you Young Asui,”
“Oi! Where the fuck is Deku?!” Bakugo raged, coming onto the scene followed by the rest of Class 1-A.
“Gone,” Tsuyu said near silently.
Scowling the teen said, “What do you mean, ‘gone’ frog face? Deku is a lot of things but he ain’t the type to run away,”
Taking her hand off All Might, Tsuyu pointed to the black puddle and said, “He’s gone Bakugo-chan. A villain, he… he got him. With his quirk.”
Bakugo looked from the puddle back to Asui. And he had trouble thinking through the sound of someone screaming. It took him a moment to realize the screams were coming from his mouth.
“D-Did I hear you wrong Tsu? I must've, right? Cause I could’a sworn you said Deku was gone.” Uraraka said shakily.
“Yeah, gone,” She confirmed. “He just turned to goo right in front of my eyes, I couldn’t do anything he just… smiled at me like everything was going to be fine.”
Ochako Uraraka threw up, and this time it had nothing to do at all with her quirk. She heaved and she heaved, even as nothing but bile came up, yet she could no sooner stop the action than she could stop the tears coming from her eyes or the feeling in her chest of her heart being broken into a million shards of hot glass.
“Midori, he’s just dead?” Mina asked as she hit her knees staring blankly at the black puddle. “No way, this has got to be a bad dream right? I nodded off at my desk in class again right?”
“Unfortunately that doesn’t seem to be the case,” Momo Yaoyorozu said as she clenched her fist in anger, “How, how well did you know him, Mina? I wasn’t aware that you two hung out?”
Mina chuckled, “We didn’t really he was just kinda taking time out of his day to tutor me on things. He didn’t have to do that! Dude barely even knew me, but he was just that nice! Said that as heroes we should help one another,”
“He,” Toru Hagakure paused, “He was a nice guy. Whenever he said good morning to me, he would always look at my face, never my chest or something he could actually see,” She paused again almost as if she wanted to say more, something deeper, but she finished with, “It's hard to find a guy, a gentleman, like that.”
Aoyama broke out into a sweat before he covered his mouth with one hand and said, “Excuse me mon ami!” The sound of him puking in some bushes could be heard.
(...)
Izuku had no idea where he was but it was warm. Looking around, he found himself in what looked to be a cave. ‘Did that villain’s quirk teleport me somewhere?’ He wondered to himself. Following at a crouch down the low hanging ceiling he came to a wide open area full of rough cut stone that was full of children of all ages, some of them older, some younger than himself were picking up the bricks and carrying the stones and piling them up in front of what looked to be a massive gate. Skidding down the slope he stopped a child, a girl who could’ve been no older than six or seven and asked, “Do you know where we are or where an exit could be?”
“Exit from this place? You’re silly mister. There’s no escape from here,” She said giggling a bit before she continued carrying her stone towards the massive gate.
“No escape? Just where did that villain's quirk send me? Some kind of internment camp or something? A pocket dimension maybe?” He looked around seeing nothing but stone crags, smoke occluded skies, and large rocks all over the ground. No signs of life or anything else of the sort.
“You're new here huh?” A voice asked him from behind in plain english. He turned to see an older girl with long straight platinum blonde hair, and blue eyes, with skin like fresh snow staring back at him. She had what looked to be an energy sword of some sort in her hand, with the rest of her body being covered in silver metallic armor.
“Hello, can you understand me?” He asked, kindly.
The girl nodded, “Yes I can understand you just fine, did you just arrive? You seem confused.”
Izuku nodded, “Yes last thing that happened to me was a villain touched me and activated his quirk, then I woke up here… wherever here is,”
“Quirk?” The girl echoed, “Right hold still a sec,” Her eyes glowed for a moment and Izuku could feel something… pulling at his mind. It receded just as quickly and he shook himself.
The girl gave an apologetic smile, “Sorry about that, but I needed to figure out what was going on and the easiest way to do that was to just look at your memories. So you call mutant powers quirks where you come from, interesting,” She then sighed, “Even when the shoe is on the other foot, people are still cruel.”
“Umm, excuse me if this is rude of me to ask Miss, but where am I, and who are you? My name is Midoriya Izuku, I mean Izuku Midoriya, by the way, nice to meet you.” He said bowing politely.
“Illyana Rasputina,” She replied, “And to put it bluntly, you're in hell.”
Izuku chittered like a rabbit, “W-W-W-What?”
‘Tact Illya, tact,’ She told herself. She didn’t usually interact with the souls in different limbos but this one in particular had… weight to it. Like it was heavier than other souls. Rather than being a single person it felt like. Nine individuals with this boy being the primary personality in control of the body. ‘Multiple Personality Disorder?’ She wondered before she shook her head, ‘No, that wouldn’t account for the increased mass his soul possesses even if that were the case. Multiple Soul Disorder? I’ve never heard of such a thing but… this is Limbo?’ She tried the softer route, “Well let me rephrase, you're not exactly in hell, but limbo, the section of my limbo that is dedicated to buddhism. Since you're here specifically, that means you died before your parents, if I recall my theology correctly.”
“So I died, I didn’t teleport?” Izuku asked for clarification.
“I am afraid not,” Illyana said solemnly, “Whatever that person did when he touched you, killed you,” She affirmed.
Izuku became morose, “So that little girl was right, there really is no getting out of here,”
“No, not really,” She replied she didn’t usually feel this bad for souls that ended up here ‘Dammit stop making me feel sorry for you!’ She thought.
“So, you wanna get out of Limbo eh?” a voice as smooth as snake oil spoke. An old man with hawkish features came up in a red suit, his hair slicked back and he was leaning on a crooked cane.
“Don’t listen to him, just walk away,” Illyana said, standing between the boy and the old man. “Go away you charlatan!”
“Oh come now my dear Illyana, I’m hurt!” The man said as he put a hand on his chest in mock injury. “Whatever have I done to you?”
Narrowing her eyes Illyana replied, “Personally? Nothing. To my friend Spiderman everything.
“Oh come now, that was just self-preservation. Surely you can understand that?” The man cajoled.
“Umm excuse me sir,” Izuku said, peeking out from behind Illya, “But what were you saying earlier?”
“No, Izuku! Don’t listen to him, he’s just a liar and a cheat!” Illyana said, grabbing the boy by his shoulder.
The man tutted, “Now now Illya, lying is a sin you know?” The man said as he smirked, “I give people exactly what they ask for, and they get just what they deserve,” He locked eyes with the young boy, “You want to make sure your classmates survive their current ordeal don’t you? They’re still in danger, you know?”
Izuku grimaced, ‘I can save them, even here, even in death, if i can do something I should right? Because that’s what a hero is supposed to do!’ He gulped before he said, “Save my friends… and make sure my mother lives the rest of her life comfortably and I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Egg-cellent!” The man purred before he pulled a rolled up paper out of his jacket pocket, along with of all things, a quill. “Just sign here on the dotted line, and then… we can get to work.”
“Don’t,” Illyana warned as she grabbed his wrist, “Think about what you're doing?!”
Izuku gave Illyana a wan smile as he replied, “I have,” he then reached forwards and grabbed the quill, only to cut his finger and bleed on the dotted line. That seemed to be enough as the contract snapped closed and disappeared in a puff of smoke.
But that wasn’t the only thing to change. The old man shifted and warped, leaving only a red-skinned demon, clad only in a blue cloak, its head ablaze and pointed teeth gleaming, standing in his place. “Egg-cellent! Simply egg-cellent Izuku! I didn’t think it would be quite so easy to get a potential Saint to sign over his soul, but you were deliciously gullible.”
‘Saint, me what?’ izuku thought to himself.
“Yes you, and yes, I did just read your mind,” The devil replied. “Now, before you get started at your new job, I’m going to show you just what your deal got you,”
“Stop it Mephisto! Isn’t claiming his soul enough?!” illyana raged
To which Mephistopheles scoffed, “Of course not! I made the mistake with Johnny Blaze of not completely crushing his spirit before I made him my Rider, I won’t make that mistake again.”
“Rider? No, you can’t possibly mean to?!” Illyana questioned.
“Oh yes, but first, on with the show!” Mephisto clapped his hands above his head, causing a viewing portal to appear. Within Izuku saw his own personal hell.
His classmates took his loss hard. He watched helplessly as they went from the shining lights of the next generation, to brutal cold enforcers of the law. Villains weren’t just captured, no they were hunted down, beaten within an inch of their lives and then arrested. That was just the start. As time passed they became even crueler before eventually taking over the government and quite literally declaring themselves the law in Japan. Other heroes across the world soon followed suit and the world soon fell to the New World Order based on Quirk Dictatorship.
And what happened to his poor mother during all this? Shortly after his death, she on a whim bought a scratch off ticket and won millions of yen… only to be killed and dumped in an alley shortly afterwards by another patron who overheard of her good fortune. Thus, the Midorya family became martyrs for the Great Revival of Japan which would eventually pave the way for the New World Order. One of harsh merciless justice and where the only punishment for rule breaking was death.
“No, no this isn’t right! This can’t be happening!”
“Yes, yes! Perfect despair, the exact mentality needed for-” He paused as the boy did the one thing no one did in hell as it was usually too late for that. He prayed.
“God, no! Please, I’ll do anything and I mean anything just please! Don’t let my friends and mom end up like that!”
Hehehe! That's so, eh junior? You’ll do… anythin’?” A fat clown with a gut so big it protruded out from under his shirt asked. His yellowed teeth pointed out every which way as he smiled.
“John Wayne Gacy? I pray to God and I get you?” Izuku asked incredulously.
The clown blinked before letting out an evil cackle. “HAHAHAHAHHH! No, nonono! I’m the guy who taught Gacy his tricks…”
“Is that really something to be proud of, clown?” Illyana said in disgust.
Fixing his coat, the clown said, “When you're in my profession, toots? Hell yes. He killed so many of those little crotch goblins,” The Clown wiped away a nonexistent tear, “Brings a tear to ma eye, an makes me so proud,”
“I don’t even need to say he’s bad news do I?” Illyana asked dryly while glancing at Izuku who shook his head no.
“Aww, yer breakin’ my heart, an here I was sent to offer ya a deal on my boss's behalf too,” The Clown said in faux-sadness.
“Piss off Clown, he’s already signed a contract with me,” Mephisto growled threateningly.
The Clown held up his hands, wiggling a finger in Mephisto’s direction, “Ah ah ah. You know as well as I do that the kid is not like most folk Phisty,” He turned back to the boy and said, “So kid, you interested?”
“What’s your boss want with me?” Izuku asked.
“A brain, a geek, a nerd, a tac-tic-tian, the boss wants to put yer brain to work egghead.You got the know-how that my boss needs in his war machine. Doesn’t hurt that ole Nick here owes us a few favors? So we can clean up his mess free of charge. Now how does that sound? You are still damned to hell though. I can’t fix that. Gotta talk to the big man upstairs for that, but we make sure that your classmates are not fucked over and that your mother dearest doesn’t get mugged and killed. Hell, I will sweeten the deal. My boss has given me the vast power to even assure you that no harm or death will befall your allies for at least three months. You can even go visit them after you finish your ahem…. Training period.”
“Where’s the catch?” He asked as he narrowed his eyes at the Clown.
“We seriously need your noggin’ downstairs so to speak. So no catch. Hell needs you!” He pointed at him like an old Uncle Sam poster. “To join its ranks today!”
Eyes still focused like a laser pointer on the Clown, Izuku continued his interrogation, “Define training period.”
“Ole Nick here is in the same business as us. We have a war to fight. Our enemies are at our doors and we need tacticians and soldiers. You qualify for both. Once you are properly armed. You will be sent on a covert mission to capture souls, sinners, prisoners, people who really shouldn’t be out of hell. They escaped and now it's on our heads to get them back. You see we get souls from making deals and collecting sinners. However recent events,” with this the clown gave Illyana the stink eye, “Have caused some ne'er do wells to escape hell and flee to other earths across the multiverse. We need you to catch them, murder them, or pacify them. Whatever you choose, and drag their sorry asses back to hell. If you by chance kill some sinners or villains. You grab their soul and turn them over to us. That answers it enough for you?”
“So you're fighting the forces of Heaven and you need me to basically round up escaped prisoners and act like a bounty hunter,or a bailiff?”
For the first time, the Clown grimaced, “Okay so yer smarter than ya look. Yeah kid that’s the jist of things. So, you in or out?”
Izuku grimaced before he looked at Illyana and said, “I’m sorry,” Turning back to the Clown he offered his hand and replied, “I’m in,”
Shaking it and grinning, the Clown replied, “Welcome to Hell kid, enjoy the buffet.”
“I do have one final question though?” The would-be hero asked.
“Go ahead?” The Clown said.
“How exactly am I paying for this deal if I’ve already sold my soul to Mephisto?” Izuku asked.
The Clowns grip on his hand became vise-like, and pulling him close, he replied, “Some things are better off unknown kid,”
Stabbing her sword into the ground, Illyana said, “You know what, that does it, I’m calling in the big guns!”
“Oh no, what could you possibly do?” Mephisto mocked.
The Clown added fuel to the fire, “Yeah girlie he sold his soul willingly besides you can’t interfere in the affairs of hell, you only oversee limbo,”
“I can’t,” Illyana agreed, “But he can!”
A stepping disk opened beneath Illyana’s feet and a slender man in a white suit complete with a tophat popped out of it. Both Mephisto and the Clown became slack jawed at his appearance. He looked between the two, the girl who summoned him, then at the boy before finally asking, “Would someone like to explain to me just what in the nigh infinite hells is going on here?!”
(...)
Lucifer ran a hand slowly down his face before he rubbed his eyes in annoyance. Pointing at the blonde girl he said, “You, girl, explain this farce.”
“Yes sir,” Illyana began, “Firstly though I’d like to apologize I was trying to summon my dimensions Lucifer I seem to have messed up on that front.”
He waved off her apology, “It's fine, it's fine, just… explain this mess my dear warden of Limbo.”
Illyana pointed at the Clown and mephisto saying, “These two have tricked this new arrival here into selling his soul… twice,”
“What?” Lucifer deadpanned, as he glared at the two before he snapped his fingers and motioned his hand in a ‘gimmie’ motion. “Contracts, now. Both of you,”
“Hey now pallie, I don’t know you from Lilith, and lemme tell ya somethin’ else, just cause you're a Lucifer don’t mean swat!” The Clown rebutted, before he flipped the Lightbringer the bird, “Here’s your contract right here!”
The Clown cried out in pain when the Fallen in the dapper suit casually bent his finger back till it broke. He then looked at Mephisto as if he were something unpleasant he stepped in before he said, “What about you? Did you want to add something?”
“No! I mean, no sir!” Mephisto said hastily before he handed over his contract. Lucifer then casually mugged the still cursing Clown for his own contract. He then pulled them both open and tsked as he read them over, “Both of these contracts are technically void, as you should both be well aware.”
“Void?” Izuku asked, “I could understand the Clowns but why is Mephisto’s? I sold my soul.”
“Young… Midoriya was it?” Seeing the boy nod, Lucifer continued, “One can only make a deal for their soul while alive. You’re already dead. Furthermore, these two idiots are blatantly crossing theological lines,” seeing the boy was out of his depth, the fallen angel explained, “You are a practicing Buddhism or perhaps Shintoism? Well these two are Christian demons as am I, by bartering for your soul, they have broken a taboo of sorts. Soul Poaching.”
“Soul Poaching…am I to assume that is the practice of getting one to sell one’s soul to a demon of a different religion?” Izuku politely inquired.
“Precisely, but these two idiots went beyond the pale with you,” Lucifer said as he gave them a glare, “They didn’t just try to poach a soul, they came to a section of Limbo designated for another faith to do it.”
“I regret nuttin’” The Clown said without shame as he snapped his finger back into place… Only to fall to his knees as he spat globs of blood from his mouth. A fat lump of flesh that was his tongue landing on the ground next to him.
“I was hoping you’d say that, chirp.”
Izuku jumped as he turned around to see the person who had spoken behind him. The person in question was a small girl. She had red cardinal hair, was wearing a cloak made of parrot feathers over a kimono, and she had on a pair of wooden geta sandals that were taller than average, likely to add to her diminutive height. At her side was a sheathed katana. Her ruby eyes flicked from person to person at the gathering, until it landed on Illyana. “Magik, how are you, chirp?”
“Beni-enma,” Illyana replied with a nod, “I’m sorry you had to get involved with this mess, I had hoped to resolve it with you having to interfere,”
“You didn’t want to get in trouble, you mean, chirp?” The small girl replied as she pointed a wooden spoon she got from somewhere at the blonde who stepped back instinctively out of fear. “Well it's too late for that chirp! I ought to bend the four of you over my knee and discipline you properly! Chirp!” As finished, she sent a piercing glare at Illyana, Mephisto, the Clown and Lucifer in turn.
Holding up his hands defensively, Lucifer swore, “Lady Executioner, I assure you I am here solely as a mediator and have no intention to poach any souls,” Lucifer informed the adoptive daughter of Enma.
“Swear it on a Bible chirp,” Beni-enma replied flatly.
“Oh now that’s just rude,” Lucifer sulked. “I really am just here to mediate this dispute you know? But if you think I’m lying, go ahead, take my tongue,” Lucifer said offering his tongue.
Beni-enma glared at the Fallen Angel for a moment, her hand twitching towards her katana before she sighed, “You are telling the truth… That’s a first, chirp.”
“Oh ye of little faith,” Lucifer said, sounding hurt.
In response the yama gave a deadpan rebuttal, “And in the end of days, the devil will speak as a false prophet, and enact false miracles leading the faithful astray,”
“Touche milady,” he replied, giving a tip of his hat. “But we’re not here for that, we’re here for this would’ve been saint aren’t we?”
This was the third time Izuku has heard that term thrown about in regards to him, so he decided to ask, “What’s so special about a saint and why do you keep calling me one?”
“Because,” Beni-Enma said annoyed, “That is what you are, you have… had? The capacity to become a saint or in the terms of Buddhism a Bodhisattva, chirp.”
Izuku felt his jaw drop. Pointing at himself he said, “Bodhisattva? Me? That’s not possible I’m just me, for me to become a bodhisattva, I’d have to be willing to sacrifice myself for the betterment of humanity and then, even if I did that, what would I become the bodhisattva of?” he mumbled all of this at a rapid pace causing all of limbo’s denizens to stare at him.
“That is…” Illyana began.
“So…” Beni-enma continued
“Cute!” they both said at the same time.
“Huh?!” Izuku said, “I’m sorry! I-Ido that when I get nervous or am thinking about something seriously. A-Again, sorry, I know most people find it annoying.”
“No, it's fine! Chirp!” Beni-Enma reassured him. “Beni-chan thought it was cute! Midoriya-chan shouldn’t be so worried.”
The Sorceress Supreme of Limbo also did her best to cheer him up, “Yeah, your an innocent little kid,” illya said patting him on the back, “Don’t worry so much,”
“He’s older than you,” Beni-enma reminded her, “You got aged by like, eight years getting stuck here for like, ten seconds little miss oppai loli, chirp.”
Pointing her Soul Sword at her, Illyana retorted, “You swore to secrecy!”
“Did Beni-chan do that? She can’t seem to recall…” the Yama replied, though the smirk on her lips said otherwise.
“I hope you're ready to die, you annoying pheasant.”
“Beni-enma is a sparrow, not a pheasant!” She retorted as she put her hand on her katana’s hilt.
Then Izuku stepped in between the two, his hands raised towards either girl, “Um please stop!”
“Why, chirp?” Beni-enma asked.
Izuku blinked, “Well, because killing each other is wrong?”
That caused everyone else to start laughing. “Oh shit kiddo, you really are fresh meat arent’cha?” The Clown asked, “Haven’t Choo figured out yet that you can’t die here? We’re dead kid… well demons,” He corrected. “We can’t die here,” Beni-enma demonstrated by cutting off the Clown’s head. “That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt you bitch!” he said as his body fumbled around looking for his head. “Over here, no your other left!” He berated his own body before he realized, “Wait, why am I yellin’? I’m the one with the ears!”
Izuku went over, picked up the head, and plopped it on the stump where the wound seamlessly sealed back up. Cracking his neck the Clown said, “Thanks kid, damn decent of you,” The Clown then shuddered as if in revulsion, “Uhh, human decency… disgusting!”
“So where does that leave me? Izuku asked after a moment. “I can’t let my classmates become monsters just because I died, and… I’m worried about what’ll happen to my mother without me there. So…” He entered the dogeza position towards Beni-enma and pressed his head into the earth as he was on his knees, “Beni-enma-sama!”
“Yes? Chirp”
“I know this is selfish and u-unbecoming of a Bodhisattva but, if at all possible could you make it so that I could in some way, still fulfill these contracts?”
To say the young sparrow was flabbergasted was an understatement. “You… You want to fulfill the contracts, chirp?”
“Yes, because its only way I know for sure that my friends and family will be safe…” He looked up from dogeza with fire in his eyes as he said, “And its the only way I’ll know for sure, that the world will be safe even if I’m not there! That my friends will carry on, and become great Heroes even… even without me! That, if they can carry on, they’ll save so many more lives than I could on my own! So please! Let me do this! For them, for all of them.”
Beni-enma looked down at him impassively for a moment as if judging him. Then she asked, “So you wish to go through with these deals, not for your own personal benefit, but for the betterment of humanity. Is that correct chirp?”
Pressing his head into the dirt again, Izuku replied, “Yes Beni-enma-sama! I wanted to become a Hero. So I could save as many people as possible but if I can’t do that any longer, then I’d like to put others in the best position possible to do that in my stead!”
“Is that so?” Beni-enma said, before she smiled and clapped her hands, “Very well then, I’ve decided…You pass!”
A sudden explosion of trumpets and confetti flew through the air, startling everyone. Suddenly from all around them, what could be best described as yokai crawled out of all manner of nooks and crannies, while the scenery around them fell away, revealed to be a painted background of all things?
‘But, but it was just there a second ago?’ Izuku thought. ‘What’s going on here?’ He wondered as he suddenly found himself in a Japanese dining hall being served a plate of food by a group of sparrows.
Sitting across from him smiling, Beni-enma said, “I’m sure you're wondering what’s going on, yes?”
“It crossed my mind toots, what gives?” The Clown replied even as he threw an omelet into his mouth with his bare hands, and no etiquette at all.
“Beni-enma was not speaking to you Violator, now shut up before I have to forcibly remove you from my Enma-Tei, chirp,” She told him, all smiles.
“For a tongueless sparrow, you're pretty cheeky ya know that?” The now named Violator replied with a smirk on his lips as he still refused to use any form of eating utensil as he fed his face. “Sure would be a shame if someone permanently shut your mouth one’a these days…”
Yet the young Yama’s eyes just narrowed as she smiled at him, as if in challenge.
Clearing his throat with a sip of provided tea, Izuku asked, “So what was all this about Beni-enma-sama?”
“It was a test,” The Yama King replied. “To see if even in death, you held the convictions of a Bodhisattva, and as Beni-chan said, you passed.”
The Clown smirked, “You used us you clever, clever, bitch,” Violator said more amused than anything. “You were testin’ the kid dis’ whole time. Seein how far he would go ta save other people. Damning himself to another religion's hell to save others… Ha…Haha…HAHAHAHA! Damn, you played us like fiddles!”
“I did,” The tongue cut sparrow didn’t even try to deny it. “But, it was necessary, chirp,” She then looked Izuku in the eyes and asked seriously, “Even knowing it was a test, would you still go through with it?”
“In a heartbeat,” The young boy confirmed.
“Then I have one more question for you,” Beni-enma snapped her fingers and a pair of boxes were brought into the hall. Both were made of black lacquered wood, the only difference was their size. The first was small, about the size of a loaf of bread. The second however, was about half the size of Izuku himself. “Take one with you before you leave, but Izuku-kun,” She warned, “Don’t take more than you can carry,”
“Oh wow,” he said, before he started muttering to himself, “if I take the big one and it has something nice in it, I can share it and maybe use it to help multiple people, plus with One For All’s super strength, it doesn’t really matter which one I take, right?” So thinking he reached for the lid of the bigger box.
Hearing that, Beni-enma blanched. She quickly snapped her fingers, before sighing in relief. ‘Managed it just in time,’ She thought to herself as Izuku took the lid off the box and the inside was flooded with golden light, as well as theme music from a particular NES game involving a magic sword.
‘Da-da-dah!’
‘Zelda?’ Izuku thought as a roll of paper popped out of the box, picking up the paper, he read its contents.
Voucher. This voucher is good for all of the following:
- Enforcement of all boons promised in contracts by Demonic entities Mephisto and Malbolgia (surrogate in absentee Violator)*
- Unlimited use of the Enma-Tei and its facilities.
- One use of resurrection.
*Warning: Enactment of the first clause on this voucher may induce the following: Slavery, unholy wrath, eternal damnation, nausea, bleeding, hemorrhoids, spontaneous rectal bleeding, vomiting, spontaneous cranial twisting, rain of frogs, death of first born, fear of holy objects, aversion to religious hymns/sutras, spontaneous combustion in sunlight. See gifter of this voucher for details.
“Umm, what’s this?” Izuku asked, waving the golden ticket voucher in his hand.
“That is your ticket,” Beni-enma replied. “With it you can do as you said,”
Violator scowled, “There’s no way in Heaven our bosses signed off on that first bit. Well mine didn’t anyway!”
Beni-enma smirked, “Oh on the contrary, he was all for it after Yama-tousan told him what he would do to him if he refused to comply, he was practically bending over backwards after that, chirp.”
“Fuck me… really?” The Violator didn’t seem upset, more amused than anything.
Giving him a disgusted look, the Sparrow replied, “Eww, no chirp. Also yes,” Looking to Mephisto she said, “All the underworld gods have gotten together and have decided it's time that we needed a… bounty hunter for escaped souls, chirp. And it just so happens that you two had just what was required for the perfect soul hunter… All we needed was the proper candidate. Chirp,” As she said this, she looked at Izuku.
“You chirping bitch!” Violator said as he hefted himself to his feet, his speed belaying his girth, “You tricked us! It wasn’t him you were playing!” Before he could move towards her his legs were sliced off at the knees, not by Beni-enma but by Illyana, her Soul Sword easily cleaved through his flesh.
“Thank you Illyana, chirp.” Beni-enma replied.
Yet the blonde scowled at her, “I thought we were friends Beni-chan, but you kept me out of the loop too.”
The Yama King looked sad as she replied, “Yes, we couldn’t risk either one of them,” She nodded to Mephisto and the cursing Clown who was bleeding green blood all over her pristine floor, “Finding out, Beni-chan is sorry Illya-chan,” She bowed in apology, “But if you knew Mephisto at least might’ve suspected something was up,”
“Oh yes,” The demon agreed as he grinned toothily, “Most definitely.”
Beni-enma nodded, “Which is why I didn’t tell you,” Smiling hesitantly she said, “Maybe you can find it in you to forgive Beni-chan in time?”
“Maybe, but right now, I’m pissed.” The platinum blonde replied as she sullenly stabbed her food with her chopsticks.
Leaving that for now Beni-enma focused on Lucifer, “You were unexpected but you played your role well.”
“Well, if I can convince two hairless apes to eat a pomegranate, I can fake surprise,” The fallen angel said bowing as well as he could from his sitting position. Turning to izuku he asked, “Well boy, what’ll it be? We do seem to be having a problem down here with runaway reprobates and you fit the bill so, will you take up the job?”
The sudden question sent Izuku stammering, “I-I um do I have to?” he asked Beni-enma.
She shook her head. “No, in fact you weren’t supposed to die for a good long while yet. You were actually supposed to become the greatest hero not only of your generation, but in the world, chirp.”
“WHA?! ME?” He pointed to himself.
“You asked what Bodhisattva you would be, yes chirp? You are meant to be the Heroic Bodhisattva with Varjic Fists and Torchlit Hope,”
Sighing, Mephisto drolled out, “Does that mean the boy will be a thorn in my side like Johnny Blaze?”
“Anyone who makes a deal with you after knowing what you are, deserves what happens to them Mephisto, chirp!”
“Ahem!” Magik said pointedly, clearing her throat.
“No offense Illyana. I know poor Peter was taken advantage of but he should have known making a deal with a literal devil would have heavy consequences,”
“I …. Suppose you are right. Desperation makes us do stupid stupid things,” remarked Illyana thinking of all the stupid things she had done through her time as a her.
“Um, so about that training then?” spoke up Izuku showing his readiness to start his new job in life.
At this question Violator started to smirk and laugh, “ I see the kid knows how to get to the juicy bits. Well kid you will have to come with me. Of course before we go ole Nicky here has to give you his end of the deal. Gotta have his warden after all.”
At his name being spoken, Mephisto decided to walk up to Izuku. His hand started to flame and from an orange inferno burst to life. “Come now Izuku to begin you must shake this ole sinners hand. Then the official contract will begin. Now remember, once you accept this deal no take backs. Even Lady Benienma cannot take back this contract once you take on the spirit of vengeance.”
Izuku with his own personal acceptance burning in his eyes shook Mephisto’s hand. He felt a slight burning sensation as the flame went up his body and started to burn his skull. Oddly enough to everyone present the flames changed from orange to a soft emerald green.
Izuku saw the strange looks and asked, “What? Do I have something on my face?”
The Violator couldn’t help but laugh,” Fuck no kid! You ain’t got no face now ahahahahahah though I don’t know why you’re green.”
Izuku paused and then felt his face with his hands. He felt an innate comforting warmth but he felt no skin. Izuku of course did the only rational thing. He panicked.
“AAAAAAAHHHHH, Why doesn’t it burn? My head is on fire? Shouldn’t it burn?”
Mephisto took that moment to speak up, “Usually yes but it seems your innate …. Goodness … and purity has attracted Zarathos attention. He looked into you and wasn’t found wanting.”
“Who?” asked Izuku bewildered.
“The spirit of vengeance himself. One of the first fallen in my realm. His name is Zarathos and he shall bring vengeance. And it seems he has found a comforting host for once,” spoke Mephisto in slight wonder at how peaceful this transition into rider was.
Violator took that moment to shove himself into the conversation, “Now that we got that taken care of kiddo. We gots to take you up to spiff. While Zarathos may be useful some of those baddies ain’t got a weakness he can exploit so let's go straight to my home sweet home and get you suited up!” with that the Violator grabbed Izuku.
“Wait!” but before Illyana could stop him both vanished in a puff of smoke. Turing to her friend Illyana questioned Beniema.
“Where did he take Izuku?”
Beni-enma answered, “The violator took him to the eight layer of their hell to get him armed and ready to combat the escapees of hell chirp.”
“Why the Eighth circle?” Illyana inquired.
Lucifer sighed, “The Eighth is a place of Violence, the boy has a lot to learn when it comes to capturing escapees. What better place than there? I can tell you one thing that boy is not at the moment.”
“Which is?”
“Safe,” Lucifer replied with a saccharine grin on his face only to get it slapped off by the Russian girl before she teleported away.
“Was that really necessary, chirp?” Beni-enma asked as the devil himself rubbed his pale face that had a reddened handprint on his cheek.
“Necessary? No. But she doesn’t need to be flirting on the job, neither do you for that matter,” He chastised her. “The boy is a tool, a weapon, not a cuddly bear.”
“He is still a person, Morningstar. I know you’ve become ever so jaded since your Fall but-” Beni-enma stopped talking when burning white fire blazed in the Devil's hand like a miniature star.
“I would be very careful with my next few words if I were you lest you start a war between my hell and yours.” Lucifer replied, his voice dangerously calm.
Giving him a deadpan glare the Yama King continued from where she left off, “Not everyone is out to backstab you. Some people do have good intentions. You're just too blinded by your own pride to see it. Think on my words… and on what your daughter would think if she saw you thinking of treating someone this way, chirp.” Beni-enma disappeared before the flames incinerated the place where she once stood.
“Do not bring my daughter into this!” Lucifer hissed. “Charlotte has nothing to do with this! And if I have my way she will never meet the boy!” Huffing in annoyance the Fallen Angel made his way back to his own demesne in the Infinite Hells.
(...)
Izuku coughed a little bit as he found himself in a new section of hell. Blinking the tears out of his eyes, Izuku asked, “So Violator-san, where are we exactly?”
The Clown grinned, “Hehehe, so damn polite kid. It almost makes me like ya… Almost.”
“Thank you violator-san, but as to my question?” Izuku politely inquired.
“We’re currently in the fourth layer. We need to getcha kitted out before we kin train ya properly yeah?” The Clown replied. As he led him down a hallway seemingly formed of half cooled lava.
A door etched in magma flows slid down as the two neared and came upon a bubbling pit of what looked to be black tar, that was periodically struck with eldritch green lightning.
“What is that?” Izuku asked, looking down at the bubbling goop.
“That is your suit kid, a suit given to every prospective Hellspawn such as yourself.” The Clown replied, “Well what’chu waitin’ on an invitation? Go ahead, jump in. Think of it like Hell’s version of a jacuzzi.”
Looking down dubiously Izuku muttered, “I’m not sure if its safe Violator-san,”
“What’re ya kid, chicken?” Violator asked before he slapped him on the back making him wobble as he tattered on the edge of the edge of the cliff the two of them stood on.
“VIOLATOR!” An inhuman voice seemed to boom and echo off the walls.
“Y-Yes boss?” Violator asked, flinching a bit as the voice called his name.
“STOP FOOLING AROUND! YOU WERE ORDERED TO BRING THE BOY TO THE CHAMBER OF LETHA K-7! NOW GET MOOVING!”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea, boss? I mean we’ve had… trouble from that one in the past.” Violator pointed out as he grabbed Izuku by his skull and pulled him back from the edge.
“SIMMONS IS NO LONGER AN ISSUE AND MAMMON IS DEAD! SHE SHOULD KNOW HER PLACE BY NOW! NOW GET GOING!” The voice only referred to as ‘Boss’ by Violator commanded.
“Right, sure boss, you know best,” He proceeded to drag izuku out of the room, all the while muttering under his breath, “Stupid idea gonna come back and bite us in the ass I tell ya. But nobody listens to ole Violator, oh no! They’ll be too busy screamin’ later to hear me sayin’ I told ya so too I bet.”
“Violator-san? Where are we going now?” Izuku inquired politely.
Abruptly turning around, The Clown slammed izuku into a wall and invading his personal space growled, “Cut it the fuck out kid! There’s no way, someone who's been condemned to hell is this nice! I dunno what infantile game your pathetic half-ape human mind has cooked up but lemme tell ya, it ain’t gonna work. I’ve seen it all! Treachery, schmoozing, beggin’ none of it's gonna work. Mainly cause I don’t have a ‘good side’ to get on, get it? You hear me? So cut the crap.”
Izuku digested what the clown said for a moment before he replied, “Did it ever cross your twisted little mind Violator-san, that this is just my natural state of mind?”
“Bullshit!” The clown snapped, “No human is like that! It goes against your nature! You're covetous, selfish, and murderous!”
“Weren’t you listening earlier when Beni-enma-sama spoke? I'm the Bodhisattva of Varajic Fists and Torchlit Hope. I’m perfectly happy putting myself above other people and thinking of the Greater Good. Keeping souls in their proper hells is for the Greater Good.”
The Clown just as abruptly let him go. Stomping away he said, “I just don’t get you kid. You're a weak pathetic human. You don’t deserve even half of what your being given, yet instead of groveling on the floor, your just all happy an shit.”
“There’s no point in being upset. I’m dead now, I can’t do anything about that,” Izuku said as he picked himself up off the floor and continued to follow the clown. “What I can do though, is do what I can with the circumstances I’m given. That’s what I’m choosing to do.”
“Whatever, just c’mon and shuddap.” The Clown called back.
Izuku was led to a different room this time. It was empty save for one thing. A basin sat in the middle of the room. Its edges looked like the fanged mouth of some kind of monster. Following Violator to the basin, Izuku found the top to be covered in some type of fleshy film. Violator proceeded to kick the basin stirring its contents within, before he pierced the skin-like film with his thumb. “Alright you fuckin’ traitor, the boss has decided to give you another chance. Screw this up and well,” Violator drew his thumb across his neck as he made a slicing noise, “It's curtains for ya doll. Now get your slimy ass out here and meet your new host.”
A black sludge dribbled down from the basin like crude oil yet it had a sentience to it, it moved across the floor with purpose making a bee line right towards him. Crawling up his leg Izuku grimaced, but didn’t fight it, figuring it was necessary. Not even when it slithered under his clothes and over his flesh.
“Aww, I love it when they scream,” The Clown pouted before he smirked, “Play nice now you two.”
Those were the last words Izuku heard before his flaming skull was subsumed by the black liquid.
(...)
Izuku woke up and found himself sitting on a high backed stone throne in a room that looked to be ravaged by time… or a recent explosive destination. The walls were scorched, the ceiling was half blown off and flames licked at the floor in random spots. Yet despite the decor, Izuku noted he wasn’t alone here but one of nine occupants in this place. Sitting in equally ravaged thrones were what could only have been heroes.
The one directly across from him was a thin man with a mess of shock white hair wearing a raggedy looking shirt and jeans.
Going clockwise from there was a man with a deep scar on his face, spiky salmon pink hair, some kind of weapon strapped to his arms, and a combat jacket thrown over his shoulders.
The man next to him was dressed similarly, save for the bandana he had on his head, and lack of obvious weapons, his gray hair was in a ponytail, and tubes of unknown purpose coming out of his shoulders.
The man next to him was… Odd. He had what looked to be not scars, but actual physical cracks running down his face, as if his body were made of porcelain. His hair like the first man was white, but his eyes were a calm green.
As if in contrast to him the next man was bald with a beard, black jacket, jeans, and boots, goggles on his head, for some reason, a single bandolier going from his left shoulder to his right hip.
Izuku couldn’t tell much about the next person as his lower face was obscured by the high collar of his blue jacket. The only thing he could tell for sure was that his hair was long and dark.
The last was a beautiful woman of about thirty, maybe wearing a skintight black leotard That showed off her perfect figure, a white cape on her shoulders, complete with yellow gloves, boots, and a belt hanging off her waist.
“So, izuku asked after a moment’s pause, “Where are we?”
“Your head,” The woman replied as she looked around, “It's a mess in here.”
“My head…?” izuku echoed, “I expected more All Might merch to be honest,”
The woman smiled, “How is Toshi doing? I was his mentor, Shimura Nana.”
“He’s a great hero who I sought to emulate… but a terrible teacher and not the best mentor.” Izuku said honestly.
“Oh dear,” Nana said, sighing as she ran a hand through her hair. “I suppose that’s at least partly my fault.”
Izuku backpedaled as quickly as he could, waving his hands in front of himself. He muttered rapidly, “I-I’m sure you d-did the b-best you c-c-could S-Shimura-san! D-Don’t b-blame y-y-yourself for m-my fa-failings!”
Yet all his self-depreciation earned him, was a karate chop to the head, “There will be no more of that! A hero needs to be confident, and above all, always smiling! How are civilians in danger supposed to feel if you are giving off such a negative air hmm?”
“R-right… but, it doesn’t really matter anymore does it? I mean, I died… also if your All Might's predecessor then does that mean…?” He pointed to the others in turn.
The man in the raggedy clothing smiled, “You are perceptive it seems Nine. Oh, can I call you Midoriya-kun instead?”
“You can c-call me whatever you like sir.”
“Shiguraki Youichi,” He replied introducing himself. “I was the original holder of One for All,” He revealed, “As you’ve already surmised, our vestiges, quite possibly our very souls have been imprinted upon this quirk itself. With each generation it becomes stronger. It was my hope that one day, One for all would become strong enough to defeat my brother, the villain known as All For One.”
Izuku bowed his head in supplication, “I’m sorry sir, I… failed you, all of you.”
A hand soon rested in his hair and Izuku found himself looking up into Youichi’s face, “Midoriya-kun, don’t be discouraged. It's not your fault. You died heroically protecting a friend, as a hero. Besides, your battle is not over. You still have a chance to succeed.”
“Yoichi-san is right,” The man with the bandoleer on his chest spoke up, “Now that you can speak to us directly, we can train you properly, not just in the physical aspects but in how to use our own individual quirks.”
“Your quirks?” Izuku questioned, “I thought One For All was just a quirk that stockpiled strength?”
“No, it also stockpiles and strengthens the previous quirks of other users,” The man with spiky salmon colored hair replied. “But we can discuss that later. First, you need to learn how to use base One for All properly.”
The man next to him nodded, “Yes, at the moment, you are using it as a tool, a thing. It is not that. It is a quirk, your quirk. It's a part of you now boy. Treat it as such.”
“Negan, Sanbei, stop picking on midoriya-kun,” Yoichi demanded before he peered into the shadows of the room, Yoichi called, “I believe now would be a good time for the three of you to introduce yourselves?”
From the dim light a woman sauntered forward. She had a wild mane of red hair that trailed all the way down to her ankles, her pale skin was covered in black tattoos and she was naked except for the chainmail bikini that was around her waist and chest. Her mouth was full of fangs, and her hands ended in red talons whether they were painted in blood or something else.
Her eyes were a pupil-less bright green, and they were fixed on Izuku. She sauntered up to him, a spade tipped tail swaying seductively behind her as she walked, fixing a talon under his chin, she tipped his head up till he was nervously looking her in the eyes. “Oh my, aren’t you just… delicious…” She purred, leaning in she whispered, “I could just… eat… you… all… up. You scrumptious little morsel you.”
“Go be a whore towards someone else, not the boy!” A figure made of flames and molten stone roared at her, causing the woman to turn and hiss her eyes narrowed at the lumbering behemoth who continued, “His soul is pure and I will not see it tainted by the likes of you, you hellborne harlot!”
“That’s rich coming from you of all people Zarathos! You, an angel fallen, who all but had your section of hell under your bootheel until you were tricked by Mephisto,”
“Silence Leeth Seven of the House of Kay! You are no more than a mongrel! Necroplasmic snot! A bitch born of foul arts and treachery of both an angel and demon! You belong to neither side and can speak not to me of justice!”
A third voice piped up. “Will both of you motherfuckers shut the damn hell up?!” They turned around and izuku poked his head out from behind ‘Leetha’.
The man who’d spoken looked horribly burnt. His skin was charred like bacon ears were melted like wax, no nose to speak of, yet he seemed fine. His attire, if it could be called that, looked to be a badly damaged, again melted and burned kevlar uniform seemingly fused to his very being from extreme heat.
“Um… Excuse me, but, who are you people?” izuku asked politely.
“Names Simmons, Al Simmons, these fuckers here are Zarathos, the spirit of vengence, and Leetha Seven of the house of Kay. In other words, she's the damn suit you just put on.” Al replied.
“I see… and why’re you here Simmons-san.”
“Because, I was the previous dumb motherfucker to accept Malbolgia’s deal. Which means after I fucked up right at the end, and Leetha ate me… bitch,”
“Love you too Al,” She said, giving him a cheery wave.
“I got stuck inside her waiting for the next dumbass to put her on… because I gotta train them to be as badass as I was. Congratulations brat. You just fucked up on so many levels I can’t even begin to describe it.”
“Oh… I’m sorry?” izuku said as he gulped.
But Al just grinned as he walked closer, Al Simmons grinning was not a nice thing to witness, especially in his current state. “You aren’t not yet,” He promised izuku as he loomed over him, but your gonna be, hell, your gonna wish you could die again by the time I, and the rest of these tagalongs are done whipping you into shape.”
“Oi!” said ‘tagalongs’ ei renowned heroes weren’t too happy to be referred to as such.
“Fuck you!” Banjo said.
“No thanks, I’m not into guys, and was happily married,” He gave a nod of respect to Nana, “Ma’am.”
She promptly blew him off, “No thanks,” She hugged Izuku's arm to her, “I’m into the younger model.”
“Ehh?” The boy had no clue what was going on, “What?”
“Hands off,” Leetha hissed dangerously as she tugged at his other arm. “He’s my cinnamon roll.”
“Aww, there’s plenty to go around though?” Nana pouted playfully even as she tugged back.
“Help?” Izuku begged. It felt like they could rip his arms off at any second.
“Help”, if it could be called that, arrived in the form of Zarathos who picked Izuku up and shook the two women off of him, “Away, away I say harlots!”
Running a hand down his noseless face, Al sighed, “Put him down you flaming dumbass,”
“Who are you to order Zarathos?!” The fallen angel demanded.
“I’m the badass motherfucker who put down both Satan and God at the same goddamn time, damnit! Now put. The fucking kid. Down!”
“Surely you jest?” Zarathos scoffed.
Yet Leetha shook her head, backing up her former wearer’s claims, “No he’s serious, he put down a version of God and Satan.. .then he gave up godlike power for some reason,”
“Didn’t want it, never wanted it. I just wanted my wife back.” He locked eyes with Izuku who was looking back at him with a mixture of awe and respect. “Don’t look at me like that kid, I’m no hero, I killed hundreds, and never fucking asked why. I was just a good little soldier who followed orders. Even after everything. All I did was mostly for selfish self interest. I’m no hero… not like you,” Al looked away, as he said, “I may not be a hero but I can teach you to fight like a demon, and these guys,” He waved a hand vaguely at the assembled heroes, “Can show you their own tricks,” Locking eyes with the young boy again he asked, “That is, if your ready and willing to put in the work.”
Izuku had never been one to back down from a challenge if it meant obtaining a goal. So turning to Zarathos, he said, “Put me down please, Zarathos-san,”
The fallen angel did as asked, and the boy who was once training to be a hero bowed to his new sensei, “It seems I’ll be in your care for awhile Simmons-sensei. Please take good care of me,”
Al smiled though this time, it was more genuine, “Me as well kid. Alright! Let’s get started! Firstly I’m going to teach you how to fight. You can throw a punch but I’m going to teach you how to fight. Second order of business control of this One For All shit and ‘quirk’ training,” he pointed at the vestiges, “I’m leaving that up to all of you to figure out, just get him up to speed and proficient in three months, cause that’s all the time we have.”
“It will be difficult but doable,” Yoichi said after a moment, “Do you think it can be done everyone?”
There was a muttering of agreement around the ring of broken thrones, and a consensus was quickly reached.
Al didn’t care how it was done, just that it got done, “Just make sure he knows how they work and how to use them, a soldier is only as good as the kit he’s given. And if he is given kit he doesn’t know how to use before he’s sent into the field, he’s screwed.” Giving Leetha a murderous glare he said, “Can i count on you to actually teach the boy and not stab him in the back you fuckin’ parasite?”
In response, Leetha stuck her forked tongue out at him as she grabbed her new host's arm once more, “He’s cuter than you Al, so no worries on that front.”
Grunting in acceptance, he turned to the Fallen Angel “And you? Same deal,”
“You have nothing to worry about from me Albert Simmons, I am more worried for the sanctity of the young saint's soul in our current company than anything.” Zarathos replied as he sent a heated glare towards Leetha and Nana who were bickering over him again, already.
Sighing Albert simmons thought, ‘This is gonna be a longass bootcamp,’
(...)
Word Count: 10,330 Number of Pages: 24 Date Completed: 2/18/2023
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AN: Hello, hello all and welcome to another idea vault original! Izuku goes to hell! And that’s just the first chapter! I will freely admit this fic is inspired by “Darkest Hero” by BFGHunter2. Excellent MHA/Hazbin Hotel fic, I highly recommend it. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it. If you did please review, and if it gets enough, maybe just maybe, it’ll become its own story. Now, here’s Snowy and First Hassan!
