To quote a young man. Death is nothing more, but the next step from life to a new plain of existence. And as such we live our lives in a way that will get us their. And to that young man. Well he is that next step in life.
Chapter 1
A Devils Tale
Osaka, Japan
Year 2098
As a cool gust of wind was bursting through the midnight air. As the clear ocean waves splashed onto the stone shores which were at present the harbors of Osaka. The sounds of many men and some women worked hard to move shipments to and from the boats as time clicked by and many were moving about.
Though while some were the hard workers and provided support to the whole of Japan. Another group of individuals brought upon the opposite. As in the many warehouses which housed crates upon crates of materials. Was dozens of officials all wearing suits that showed and flair their wealth. While also bringing about an air of danger.
On one side of the table were an assortment of people. All of whom were of the same race and religion for those that believed. They were the Yakuza of Japan. And though their power wasn't much thanks to the heroes of the country. They still provided fear to those around them.
While on the other side of the table were men of bigger statue as to those in Japan they would be considered foreigners or tourists. But to the Yakuza they knew these men as partners in crime and to the American public they were known as the crime syndicate of America. A ruthless group of men and women all of whom were dangerous together as they were separate. With the man sitting in front of them being one of the crime heads or knights to their king.
His name was Marcus Dueler. Also known the villain Sound wave.
QUIRK SONIC: ALLOWS HIM TO PRODUCE ORGANIC SOUNDS JUST BY SPEAKING, SINGING AND OR CLAPPING. THE LOUDER THE SOUND THE MORE POWERFUL THE ATTACK.
CLASS B VILLAIN
"This proposition is intriguing. Though from our stand point we gain very little. Where else you gain more standing in our country." Marcus spoke with a voice as soft as a child. But deep and intimidating given his size at 6'9.
"Yes, but you must understand. The heroes of Japan are more common and they meddle with our business affairs more often then not. That is why our boss called for your assistance." One of the Yakuza the obvious leader of the group asked though him sweating didn't help as this meeting was to much especially in this weather.
"How the mighty have fallen. There is a reason most heroes in America are afraid to face us. It's because of what will happen to them, to their families, to their careers. You must understand and your boss probably does. That heroes aren't invincible. Their just people with power that in their hands is far to much for them to just sit back and do nothing with. Of course for some it's just another thing they could use for everyday things." Marcus snapped his fingers as a slight cut appeared in the Yakuza's face making him jump back.
"Then what else do you need from us?" The yakuza asked a little scared of the man in front of him. Knowing he was not to be trifled with and the men behind him were no laughing matter either.
"Once we supply you with the necessary items we would like to be the first ones to look at this special project your boss is working on. I mean it would be a shame if the hero commission found out what you were hiding." Marcus said with the Yakuza having wide eyes at what he was implying.
"How did you-."
The Yakuza was cut off as the lights in the warehouse suddenly cut off and they were left in the dark as all the Yakuza started to yell out in fright. All the while the American men kept on their toes. Though the bead of sweat rolling down some of their heads indicated that they weren't sure what was going on.
"Seems we have ourselves an unwelcome guest." Marcus said as he looked up at the skylight which soon was lit up by the clouds uncovering the moon and having its light shine down into it revealing a figure whose size was massive easily dwarfed many down below and possibly Marcus himself.
"SHOOT HIM!" The Yakuza leader yelled out as his men and some of the Americans pointed up and opened fire.
Though all of them including Marcus could only widen their eyes as their bullets hit nothing. With the figure gone and no longer standing their as clouds covered the moon once again.
"Where did he go?"
"I can't see shit?"
"Boss what should we do?"
"Hey what was- ACK!"
As all the people currently in the building shouted out questions one after the other. All the while terror and fear was coursing through them. One silent scream silenced them all as they turned to where the sound was heard and with a slight fumble one of the Americans pulled out his flashlight and shined it on the Yakuza all of whom looked around scared. Before stopping on one who was bleeding from head to toe. Expect his head was missing.
"WHAT THE HELL!"
SLESSH
And as the man yelled did his head go flying off.
With the chaos insuring as bullet started to go flying everywhere with screams of terror and pain echoing through the building. As one by one each individual fell to stab through the heart, a cut to the neck or a full body decapitation as the sounds of Gun fire was slowly diminishing until it finally stopped and the moonlight entered the building once again. With blood and gore everywhere as not a spec of it was covered.
"What the hell." The scared voice of the Yakuza boss was heard as he slowly walked around the area until he found himself slamming into someone and turned around ready to shoot only to have his head smacked.
"It's just me you idiot ." Marcus looked at the scared man with disgust as he looked around at all the carnage not blinking once in fear.
"Who could've done this?" The Yakuza asked.
"Not a hero if that's what your thinking. I can't believe that bastard followed me." Marcus spoke that last part in a hush, but the Yakuza heard him.
"Wait you know who did this? Did you lead him here you bad-ACK!"
Marcus turned around to find the Yakuza at a loss for words thanks in part to a hand gripping his throat with said person responsible for the massacre before them. Boring a hole through him as the mask he was wearing was one he had seen and one that had brought about a sort of legend.
As the mask was simple with a round shape and green marks up and around it. As small claw marks on the sides indicate some sort of personal flare. But the open eye holes gave him a clear view of the persons eyes. Their crimson red eyes. The ones many spoke about, that once you seem those eyes your life is forfeit and your soul now belongs to the devil.
The Yakuza tried to ask for help as he raised his arm, but with a simple pull of his hand. The throat of the Yakuza was ripped out and he could only groan in pain as he fell to his knees and the life in his eyes was slowly dimmed out until he fell down face first. Dead and forgotten.
"So you are real. The Devil of America." Marcus looked into those soulless eyes. As he saw in them the same look he had seen in every person he has killed. Pain, torment, sadness, but above all else anger.
The man didn't say anything. Instead he simply walked towards him as the darkness around him moved with him almost as if they were alive. And he was their master. Marcus slyly smirked as he raised his hand and snapped at him with the intended effect taking immediate effect as the masked man was sent flying through the many crates in the warehouse.
"Sorry, but if you think I'll be easy to kill like the rest of these idiots. Well then you are dumber then you look." Marcus once again snapped as more shock waves were sent towards the downed man.
The man didn't move as the attacks caused more of the ground to break apart along with things to go flying everywhere as soon Marcus had gone from snapping to full on clapping his hands. As soon the area in front of him blew apart and the part of the warehouse blew up as everything was scattered around. With almost nothing left untouched.
Expect for the masked man.
"Just what the hell are you. That should've killed you a hundred times over." Marcus looked on in disbelief as the man slowly walked towards him. The shadows around him growing more and more.
"Fine I guess I'm gonna have to do this the hard way. Hope my boss can bail me out of this one."
Marcus then took a crouching stance as the air around him started to pick up and the ground below him started to rumble as his whole body gave a loud vibration almost as if it wanted to release something within.
SIREN DEATH WALE
Marcus screamed out as the docks before him along with the warehouse blew apart as a large shockwave torn it all to pieces with a loud explosion ensuing as those across the docks stopped their activities to watch in shock and fear. Before running away as everything shocked along with it. The attack being felt for miles as Marcus stood at the center of it and watched in satisfaction at his job well done.
"Next time don't mess with the crime syn-SLESSH!"
Marcus was cut off as a hand tore through his chest. His eyes going wide in shock and the pain being dull as it was non existent. With his eyes being drawn to the hand through him and the heart in his hands.
"And so you see your heart is no more. For you die a husk of evil."
The final words Marcus heard, before his head was torn completely off and his heart crushed in the hands of his killer. The mask broken apart as his clothes were and he stood their before his mangled corpse emotionless. As his green curly hair blew with the wind and the sounds of police approaching could be heard and his red eyes sensed the presence of many heroes some he knew. While others were to low on the pole to recall.
"Return to me my child. For your task is complete."
"Yes mother."
The boys disappeared into the ground as the shadows swallowed him as if he were a snack and soon he was no more. Leaving behind a trail of death and destruction with his mark left and his presence known to Japan that a new monster had set foot into their country. Into their world and no criminal was safe.
For Deku had arrived.
10 Years Ago
2089
"Why don't you jump off a building. Maybe you'll get a quirk in your next life."
For Izuku Midoryia this had been a daily occurrence. To be trashed upon. To be told to die and to be belittled by his friend or his once upon a time friend. Katsuki Bakugo someone he had grown along with as a childhood friend was now the one telling him to die. And maybe he should as he was quirk-less.
In this world nearly 80% of the world had acquired what would be known as quirks. Abilities some would only see in comics or tv shows, but to everyone in the world it was a reality and thus the profession of heroism had been created to combat those with intentions to use their quirks for evil.
Schools and institutions had been created to cultivate and train these further heroes. Thus the dilemma Currently provides to him in the form of his current friendship with Ka-Chan no Bakugo. Who had been gifted with a powerful quirk one he would most likely use to become the number one hero and when he told him would join UA to reach that goal. He though he could do it to. But instead he told him to die as him and all the students in the school belittled him and called him useless. A deku on society that shouldn't exist.
And for the six years he had lived and taken it. His walls of fortune were crumbling and soon they would fall along with his dreams. All it would take was one bad day.
"Sorry kid you can't be a hero without a quirk."
To break him.
Bump
"I can't believe that kid tried to help."
"He's quirk less to. Doesn't he know he can't do anything.
Bump
"I'm sorry son. But the burglar broke in while your mom was home."
"She's at the hospital right now. We can take you to her."
Bump
"She doesn't have long. We tried."
"I'm sorry."
Bump
"I'm sorry my baby boy. For not being a more carrying mother. For not believing in your dreams."
Bump
"Time of death 8:22pm."
Bump
"I'm sorry son for your loss. But you'll be staying in foster since your father is currently missing."
Bump
"Useless boy. Who said you could eat. Now go to your room."
Bump
"This isn't clean enough. Do it again."
Bump
"Did you hear another family rejected him."
"Of course they would I mean look at him."
"Unless I know hahah."
Bump
"You're a waste on this earth. Maybe you should just die."
Bump
"Deku! Deku! Deku!"
Bump
"How your mother could've lived on knowing you were quirkless is beyond me. Luckily she is dead."
Break
All it takes is one bad day.
Till you break.
As the foster mother turned away from the disgusting brat. Did she fail to notice the shadows around them closing in until they nearly covered Izuku who had a blank expression as his eyes once full of hope and wonder. We're now empty and soulless and as he slowly started to accept his reality. Did the darkness embrace him even more.
And as they did. A handle popped out from within the darkness. One he subconsciously took hold of as he slowly stood up his body without nourishment and proper care started to return to normal as the handle gave him strength. And with a simple pull he had pulled the sword from the darkness. A sword that was pure black having a curved hilt to it as a small crystal ball was at its center and as he took hold of it and held it up. Did he feel it.
The rage.
The anger.
The Power!
The foster caretaker didn't even notice as she simply opened the door and took step outside, before finding herself looking upside down as her eyes went wide. While her body fell back as Izuku stood outside his room the headless corpse slowly being eaten by the shadows as the head watched this in shock. His sword steaming as the blood slowly started to disappear.
"Come to me my child. Your time has come."
A voice spoke out to him as Izuku looked out the window. At the wide city and it's many loud noises and brilliant lighting. His eyes transfixed on them as slowly, but surly the darkness around him spread throughout the place as the kids who were sleeping in their beds. We're taken in by the darkness and the adults who had a bedroom separate from the others found themselves being taken apart until finally as the clock struck midnight did silence truly regain over the place.
"Come my child. Your true potential awaits."
Izuku let the darkness take his sword as he slowly walked out of the home which had tormented him for so long. The place he would remember, not as the second home he lived in. But as the beginning of his accession. And the start of his legend and the tale of his myth.
The Tale of Deku.
End
I wanted to try something new. Like I know Herald is still going. But I feel like I lost steam for it. I know what I want it to be. Though it's gonna be hard to get it to their. I just don't have passion for it as I used to. Also the same feeling is regarded to my other story Fox killer and King of the Tailed Beasts. I might just restart it seeing as I have to keep track of a few things that I just forgot to write down. So for now I will put that on hold and focus on two stories this one and Master quest.