Before I met him the only thing that really set Izuku Midoriya apart from the rest of the people in the world was the fact that he was an ordinary person in an extraordinary world. A world where almost every person living had some sort of unique or special power known as a Quirk. Except for him that is, the short straw in the hand of fate. Who's to say what his life would have been without me, a boring day to day without much interest, or a short plunge off a tall building to keep the despair away?

But we did meet, and from there so much has happened. The War in Heaven (which I will argue to this day I didn't cause), the Bloodmist rebellion (which I very much did cause), and the Tilt that Broke the Stars. But the most important in my eyes was the Midnight Cult Massacre, because that was our first meeting.

Who am I?

Himiko Toga, avatar of the Unnamed Blood Goddess, last of my kind, and of course the one who granted Izuku Midoriya the power to change the world.

Izuku Midoriya woke up with his hands bound behind his back with a metal chain, blindfolded, and with the distinct taste of copper in his mouth, along with no memory of how he had gotten in this situation. Trying to think was difficult through the fog of pain radiating through his mind, which probably meant he had suffered some sort of head injury. "Hello?" he asked weakly into the darkness, not sure what kind of response he was hoping for.

"Oh good, you're not dead," a feminine voice said from somewhere in the room, sounding almost peaceful. "I was worried when you didn't answer anything I said after they brought you in that they had just dumped a dead body in here with me."

Izuku was in two minds, part relief that someone had answered him, and part terror due to the possibility of her being one of the people who had put him in this situation to begin with. "What's going on?" he finally managed to ask, struggling against the bindings that kept his arms pulled behind his back.

"Don't know, a bunch of weird guys in masks grabbed me when I was…" the voice paused for a moment. "Walking home, anyway next thing I know I'm all tied up in this room. Super uncool right?"

"I can't really argue with you there," if he had noticed the pause Izuku didn't bother mentioning it, trying to figure out what was going on. A group of masked people knocking people out and dragging them away didn't really make sense for the common villain group, what few existed after All Might had gotten done with sweeping up the crime in Japan. Human trafficking made sense in a certain way, but most people were taken because of their quirks or looks, and he was quirkless and even without that fact he had numerous experiences with the fact that he wasn't handsome enough to be popular in that way. Beyond th-

"You do realize you're saying all of that outloud don't you?" The girl asked quizzically, seemingly trying to figure out if at some point she was supposed to respond.

Izuku felt his face turn red as his usual bad habit flared up, then again he was under plenty of stress at the moment. "Sorry, I'm just…"

"A little scared out of your mind because you're tied to a wall and all chained up?" the girl finished, and Izuku could practically hear the smile on her face. "By the way, my name is Himiko Toga, seeing as we are probably going to be kidnap buddies for awhile you can just call me Himiko if you want."

"Izuku Midoriya, uh, you can do the same if you want." he had never had a girl use his first name except for his mom. That and most of the girls had picked up Bakugou's nickname for him, so there was always that.

"Izuku," the Toga said the name as if she were testing it out on her tongue, but a small click rang out in the presumably small room. "Nah, lets see...Izu-kun, there we go, much better."

Izuku felt his breath catch in his throat, it was the first time someone had given him a nickname without the direct intention of insulting him. "So uh," he was floundering for topics to discuss, he had never exactly had a vibrant social life so idle talking wasn't something he had ever had to think of. "Do you have a favorite hero?" he finally decided on. Heroes were a safe topic, and one he could at least speak on with his brain at half its usual speed.

"Probably Vlad King," the answer was near instant and quick for one of the lesser known heroes in Japan. Not that he wasn't popular in his own circles but Vlad King was always more of an indie hero with a clean history of work. "And Mr. Stai-uh, that is to say," she floundered in her speech for a moment.

Thankfully Izuku knew more than enough about a slip of the tongue then to let her hang on the hook. "Not a lot of people know about Mr. King since he started working at U.A., I really liked his battle against the Twin Terrors."

"Oh I remember that one," Toga replied excitedly. "He ended up using his super move to pin both of them at the same time, he passed out right afterward right?"

Izuku felt a smile come to his face despite the situation they were both in, it was rare to meet anyone who got as excited about hero fights as he did. Well it wasn't totally unusual but at the very least he hadn't exactly been the kind of kid that people talked to about cool events. "He ended up using most of the blood in his body, even though his quirk normally stops the negative effects there was still a threshold for him."

"I always thought it was just the injuries he took, isn't Mr. King's Quirk supposed to stop him from feeling the effects of losing so much blood?" Toga asked, honestly interested in the information.

"Normally yes, but if you compare it to a lot of other fights that have been recorded he starts to slow down after losing a certain amount. It isn't on the level of a normal person losing that much blood but it's still noticeable if you've watched enough of his work." Izuku had always been fascinated by quirks that used a bodily resource to function, from Bakugou to Vlad King there was always some interesting factor that allowed them to work.

"You've got an eye for observation," Toga's voice was gently teasing, but she still sounded honestly impressed by him picking out such a minor detail. "So what hero ranks highest for you then?"

Izuku laughed a bit, his mind taken off of the situation despite his inability to see anything. It had been way too long since he had last had the time to just talk to someone. "All Might."

"Oh boo Izu-kun, everyone has All Might for a favorite hero, that's like saying your favorite type of ice cream is 'cold and made of milk'." she kept her teasing voice, seemingly just ribbing him for fun.

Izuku felt his cheeks turn red, not used to just honest banter. "I know but, he is the one hero who has the largest track record, and how he manages to save everyone. It's just…" it's what I want to be, those were the words that he couldn't say. His dream to be a hero had already been wounded after Bakugou had ruined his notebook earlier that day and tossed it for the fish to snack on.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have made fun of it, All Might is super cool after all," Toga's voice was honestly apologetic, able to pick up the fact she had probably hurt the boys feelings.

The two continued to chat for quite some time, mostly minor things like foods they enjoyed or where they grew up, until the sound of a heavy metal door being pushed open broke their otherwise quiet room.

"Good, our last two sacrafices are prepared then," a gruff older voice dominated the room as the other steps rang out on the ground, the chains around Izuku and Toga being unlocked one after the other, hauled up to their feet by strong hands. Given that they had been injured and locked in place for hours neither had the strength in their limbs necessary to fight back, instead being dragged along.

"Why are you doing this?" Izuku managed to force out, weakly pulling against the hands that were carrying him.

"For the ascendance of our goddess into this world, your blood will pave the way to her great work." the older man's voice was in a state of near ecstasy as he explained to the two. "You should feel quite honored, you will be the stepping stones that brings her power to this world."

Izuku heard a sigh escape from Toga's mouth, an obvious sign of annoyance. "Well it looks like we were captured by a bunch of crazy people, what bad luck right Izu-kun?" a mocking laugh escaped her lips.

"Don't you dare speak as if you know who we are!" a second voice rang out away from Izuku, most likely the man who was dragging Toga along.

Another laugh escaped Toga, as if she had been told a particularly humorous thing. "You know guys who can only say violent things but need to tie a girl up first are uncool as it gets."

"You little bitch," there was the sound of movement followed by a scream from the man. "She, she bit my fucking fingers."

Although Izuku couldn't see the situation he could hear just fine, but what was going on was still a mystery to him. The sound of liquid rang out, and then the person carrying him suddenly let go, followed by a sound of pain and a body striking against a wall.

"Told you, totally uncool," the voice of the man who had been holding Toga came out, but it sounded wrong, much more playful than before. "So what about you old man, think you are brave enough to fight a girl?"

"Oh dear, I do so abhor violence for the sake of it," the older voice replied almost calmly to the situation. "But if you so insist, I invoke her name and power, % #$ !#$^#."

The man spoke and Izuku's mind was suddenly filled with static, his body violently recoiling as his mind was forced to process the words the man had spoken. Izuku's body wretched and he couldn't help losing what was left of his lunch on the ground, his entire body spasming again and again. During these violent shakes the blindfold had come loose, allowing him to finally see the situation.

The older man who had spoken was quite short and bald, wearing an odd red robe that seemed much too large for his frail body. One of his hands was raised in a strange gesture, near skeletal fingers illuminated by a violent red glow. The only other things in Izuku's sight was a man nursing a bleeding hand, fingers bent at an odd angle, and Toga covered by a strange jelly-like fluid on her body but not wearing anything else. Had he the presence of mind to think of it Izuku would have been embarrassed about this, but he was too busy being assaulted by whatever odd power the man was using.

"Those blessed by quirks often have a variety of interesting abilities, but compared to the ancient rites you are nothing more then particularly troublesome insects." the older man lowered his hand down into a fist and motioned toward the two men on the ground. "The others are waiting, back to your duties."

As the odd glow disappeared Izuku was able to pull back to himself for the first time since he had been struck by that odd power, dry heaving with the state of his own sickness still heavy in his mouth. The man who had held Toga walked over and kicked her in the back, an angry look set in his eyes. "Leave her alone!" Izuku managed to shout through his own pain, being kicked in the back for his troubles.

"Enough, the sacrifices are not to be broken before the ritual begins," the old man started moving again, and Izuku and Toga were picked up and dragged along.

Toga coughed and shuddered, obviously in pain from both whatever the older man had done and the violent kick from their captor. "Well, it was worth a shot." she tried to put on a smile for Izuku, but both could tell just how much trouble they were in.

Finally the group entered into a large room with a raised stage, a group of people stood below, looking up to three others that had been chained to the stage in a sitting position. In front of one an odd stone bowl that hurt Izuku to look at sat. As they were brought up to the stage the crowd cheered, all dressed in the same odd robes the older man was clothed in.

Izuku and Toga were both forced to their knees and chains sprung to life around them, circling them like snakes until they were both bound tightly without a chance of escape. The two men who had carried them there stepped down among the crowd, and the older man stepped forward, raising his arms. "Those of the Church of True Blood, rejoice for the day we have waited for it now upon us!" the crowd cheered at the man's declaration, swept up in excitement. "Through the use of these vessels we will call upon the goddess and she will make all our desires come true!"

The crowd began to chant in an old language, their voices unified as one as the old man reached into his robes and pulled forth a dagger with a black stone blade. "In the name of the goddess I give our first sacrifice!" the old man went to the first person in line, holding the blade to their neck and dragging it across their neck. Blood pooled from the person's neck and down into the bowl beneath, which glowed a deep crimson with each drop fallen within.

Izuku couldn't help but scream, and the four remaining on the stage struggled against their bonds with renewed vigor, but despite their efforts the chains were too tight and strong for any of them.

Once the majority of the blood had spilled from the first person the old man picked up the bowl and brought it to the second, placing it underneath them and ignoring their pleas. "In the name of the goddess I give our second sacrifice!" in much the same way he drew the blade across their necks, a sick cutting sound ringing out in the small space.

The process repeated for the third, until the bowl was replaced beneath Toga, her neck perfectly hanging over it. Despite the impending doom however Toga appeared to be remarkably calm, turning her head to look at Izuku with a small smile. "Well, at least I'm first," she looked down at the bowl. "I don't think your blood would be fun to see, Izu-kun."

And with that said the old man sliced her neck and let blood fall into the bowl, which from this position Izuku could see seemingly never filled despite all that was being poured into it.

For his part Izuku's mind simply snapped, screaming with all of the strength his lungs had.

'If only I was stronger. If only I had some kind of power. If only I could save them. I would have given anything' Those were the thoughts in the young man's mind.

Is that your wish?

Izuku opened his eyes, but couldn't see what had made that noise, who had asked him that.

You don't have much time left, if that is your wish you have to be willing to pay the price for it.

The voice was feminie, but contained something else, something that Izuku couldn't understand as he listened. Static danced in his mind just like it had when the old man had spoken. Maybe this was insanity, or some kind of trick. But Izuku was beyond caring at this point, seeing the bowl being placed under him and the old man beginning his chant.

"Anything, please I'd give anything!" Izuku screamed aloud, drawing the attention of the crowd beneath.

The old man looked down at him in annoyance, but a sudden gasp from the crowd drew his attention, eyes tracking to Toga's lifeless form only to grow wide as he observed the impossible.

The blood within the bowl began to rise up, much more than could be contained in the small vessel by any logical sense and moved through the air like a serpent, finding its way to Toga's neck and pushing its way through the cut. What remained in the other victims' bodies began to be pulled out, drying out the already dead bodies to add to the expansive pool flowing into the girl.

The chains around Toga snapped as her body rose back to her feet, eyes opening to reveal a heated crimson glow, looking around the room. "Your wish is granted." Toga's voice was odd as it escaped her mouth, a thrill of power contained by every word.

The old man fell to his knees in reverence as he looked upon Toga's form. "Our goddess has come to us, kneel your heads in reverence!" the group off the stage fell to their knees, their voices lavishing praise upon the young woman.

"I see, quite small but it has been a number of years hasn't it?" Toga stepped forward and leaned over, cupping the old man's face. "Rise up, oh priest of mine."

The old man hurried to his feet, still keeping his eyes away from her. "We are humbled that you have responded to our sacrifice."

"Of course I did," Toga lifted a hand toward the crowd as she looked at the older man. "Such an insult can't be denied a proper answer after all can it?" her fingers shimmered for a moment, taking on an almost liquid like form of red before rushing out, spears of crimson piercing the crowd below, more spears expanding from the five initially launched from her fingers like branches from a tree, spearing through their bodies and holding them in place.

Before the old man could respond her other hand pierced through his chest as easily as one might punch through paper digging around inside of him. "The murder of innocent people in my name? Has so much been lost that you thought such a display would please me?!" Toga seemed to finally find what she was looking for, grasping tightly inside of his chest with a manic grin on her face.

"W-why?" the older man croaked. "My family has passed on the secrets, five must be…"

"Four, brought willingly to the altar to invoke me, to grant a boon to the worthy. Four useless sacrifices in my name. I'd laugh but its too stupid to be funny." the branching spears from Toga's fingers retracted from those beneath, their bodies falling bonelessly to the floor as her fingers took back their physical shape. "It's true, your blood contains the history of those who followed me once, but if you are their spawn I retract that from you without a single moment," she finally pulled back, ripping the mans beating heart from his chest, still connected to his body by numerous fleshy tubes.

The chains around Izuku fell around him suddenly, and something pushed him to his feet. Terror was contained through every inch of his body, yet he couldn't help but walk over to Toga with a few slow movements.

She turned her eyes to him, a warm grin on her face. "Despite all you have seen, your own life on the line, your last regret was not having the power to save others." Toga raised the heart over her head and crushed it, moving so that the blood was caught in her mouth and face. "You are worthy of my grace." With that said she pulled Izuku close and kissed him, forcing his mouth open with her own and letting the blood within spill into him.

Izuku didn't have time to scream, instead his body pressed instinctively against hers, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. A deep moan somehow escaped from him. But then the blood that hit his stomach began to burn, his vision went crimson as Toga pulled away from the kiss, a Cheshire like grin on her face as she watched him.

"Oh Izu-kun," she lovingly brushed his face with her hands. "You are going to make such a grand priest for me."

And those were the last words he heard before darkness claimed his mind and he fell unconscious.

When Izuku woke up, there were bright lights and the smell of disinfectant, and after a quick glance at his surroundings it appeared that he was in a hospital room. A private one as well, which seemed a bit out of the price range for his family. In fact the room was luxours enough to be a small suite, the bed being softer then his own. His arm was attached to an I.V. and a lot of monitoring equipment, and when he touched his head there was a bandage around it.

"Was...it all a dream?" he questioned himself before a small noise caught his attention, looking to the other side of his bed before feeling his eyes widen in shock.

Toga was sitting in a small chair next to the bed, her lead laying on her arm and one outstretched to rest on his leg, looking exhausted and snoring quietly under her breath. But Izuku's words seemed to wake her, eyes opening slightly as she smiled at him. "Oh Izu-kun you're awake, that's perfect." her voice was practically giddy despite the situation, leaving Izuku only more confused.

Before he could properly ask any questions however the door to the room opened. "I brought some snacks to help tide us o-" Inko Midoriya froze in the doorway as she caught her son having awoken, the drinks and food she was carrying dropped to the floor as she ran over to wrap her arms around him. "You're awake, oh thank god." tears flowed freely from her face onto the covers over Izuku's body.

"Mom?" Izuku questioned, tears starting in his own eyes as the memories of what had occured hit him like a freight train. He wrapped his arms around her as well practically clinging to her as if letting go would cause him to drift away.

For a time they simply held each other, but eventually Inko managed to pull herself away and turned to Toga. "Thank you for staying with him, I'm sure seeing you when he woke up is just what he needed after the awful experience you two went through." she reached over Izuku and put her hand lovingly on Toga's head.

"You don't have to worry Ms. Midoriya, I couldn't leave my best friend to wake up all alone after everything else." Toga's eyes went to the spilled food and drink with a frown. "I think we should probably get someone to clean that up."

Inko frowned and turned back to Izuku before sighing. "Right I wasn't quite thinking, I'll go get one of the doctors, they will probably want to see that Izuku has woken up." she hurried out the door after one last look at Izuku.

Toga smiled as she left and looked toward the young man. "So then, ready for the first day in forever, my priest?"

All Izuku could do was look at her, trying to wrap his head around what had happened. And already he could tell this was going to be the start of something beyond his expectations.