It was the early morning, around six, when I got up. My bed made a barely audible squeak as I rose from the covers, my hair amess and crust in my eyes. Almost instantly I was greeted by the voices of those that dwelled in the void.

'So the Void Guardian awakens at last. I would inquire about your dreams but seeing as MalÆ is constantly consuming them for his benefit, I see no reason to.', spoke a voice that echoed like thunder in an abyss, each word feeling as though time was paused for only a moment inside my head.

"And good morning to you too, Ëlios."

A simple grunt was all I got back. Figures.

I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. Switching on the light, I was blind for a moment before my eyes adjusted. Groaning in annoyance, I brushed my teeth and washed my face, the ice cold water almost jolting me from drowsiness. With that done I put my toothpaste back and close my mirror, where I'm greeted by one of the residents of my house.

Standing behind me with a hand on her hip is a very... interesting woman. She's a bit tall, a foot taller than me and I'm five foot seven. She has long flowing hot pink with black highlighted hair tied in two pigtails on either side of her head. The girl has pale skin, damn near white in color, an angelic face with soft features and piercing pearl colored eyes, the pupils sideways like those of an octopus or goat. From her lower back sprouted a pair of bat like wings, a dark black with pink colored claws and from the bottom of her spine was a long winding tail with a sharp arrowhead tip, it's color the same as her wings and the tip the same pink coloration. She seemed to be wearing a revealing outfit, black lines stretching across her developed and curvaceous body like strange, uniformed tattoos. The lines covered the more serious areas like the crotch and down the middle of her ample breasts to block out any... obscurities. The outfit was so close to her skin, they looked like only tattoos, making it seem she was naked, but technically she was with what she was wearing. The girl's appearance was youthful but nothing to exaggerated, as she looked to be in her early twenties.

I looked at her like there was nothing there before turning back to my mirror and checking myself over. "Morning Elizabeth." The now named woman leaned against the bathroom wall as she gave a snear. "Morning to you as well, dunce."

I roll my eyes at the nickname. It was insulting when she first used it but over the course of several years, it lost its touch. I smirk as a flip her off, leaving the restroom. Going to my kitchen to make myself a good old bowl of cereal, I walk past the backdoor to my house. With a stretch, popping a few bones in doing so, I open my fridge and grab three cucumbers. Walking out into the brisk fall morning, the air cold enough to make every hair on my body stand on end, I marched on over to a medium sized pond.

The small body of water was fifteen feet across and twenty feet long. It was shaped like the number eight and held all kinds of water plants, like pond lilies and water weeds. The edges of the pond were crowded by ferns and bushes, the tips of the leaves dipping ever so slightly into the water to create ever so gentle ripples in the otherwise calm surfect. Boulders as big as cars breached out of the water's surface, each one covered in mosses and ferns. The large rocks were positioned in a way that made them seem like a natural gateway to the other half the tranquil scene. From the edge of where I was standing, I could see the small island at the center of the other half, covered in grass, as a bonsai tree, it's small frail leaves trimmed to perfection.

I scanned the waters for movement, the only sound was the gentle breeze shifting the trees surrounding me and the birds chirping, alongside the small waterfall near by that fed the pond before me. "Itazura. Breakfast."

As if on command, there was a small angular wave cutting through the water, a dark shape swimming straight for the edge I was standing by. It was quiet. Slowly I saw a hand lift from the water. It was a dark leafy green in color, the texture of the skin like that of a frog, slick and smooth with a dark green, almost black, patterns. The three fingers and thumb was long and bony, skin stretched in-between each digit to form webbing. The fingernails were long, curved and a solid black, each wickedly sharp. All in all, the limb looked like it belonged to the stereotypical witches Americans advertise in October.

Crouching down, I give the cucumbers to the clawed hand. With each vegetable I give up, the hand sinks beneath the surface before coming back up to claim the rest of it's meal. By the time the last cucumber is taken I get a thumbs up from the water. The wave like ripple moves away as I walk back to my house, passing by a sign that said "BEWARE OF KAPPA!"

I go through the rest of my daily routine, and one its done its only a quarter after seven.

'I'm a little low on some stuff', I thought to myself as I watched television from couch. 'Might as well head into the city for groceries…'

I get up and walk over to a large body mirror, like the kind in a changing room to see your whole outfit. I stand in front of the piece of reflective glass and simply step through it…

When entering The Void, it is best described as falling through space or floating in a pool, but minus the water You feel your insides float up a bit, and if you've just eaten and your not used to passing between the Layers, you would most certainly blow a few chunks. There is almost no sound, other than what could be described as a soft breeze moving across you body, lukewarm like a nice summer day with cool air from a water source nearby. Other than that, you have your own heartbeat to listen to as you drift seemingly endlessly.

The area around me, the actual environment of the in-between, is like flying through a nothing. It's all just black and nothing else. You can't even see your own hand as you pass through.

It isn't long before my feet touch down onto what could only be called solid ground. Everything starts to fill with color and your senses all come back to you, leading to a dazed state of mind. Opening my brownish-gold eyes, I see what I call 'The Gateway', as it is the first Layer, and the very entrance this terrifying and demonic world. Or world's considering there are more below me.

Before me is a forest, trees long and dead, their branches long spindles like the leg of a black widow. The bark of the trees are midnight black, the roots exposed and twisted like the tentacles of a bleeding squid, it's inky colored blood completely coating the limbs. The trees also gave off a bioluminescent glow, like a glow worm, in an ominous purple hue. It was memorizing, even if I've seen it hundreds of times before. Walking through an arch naturally made by the trees, I passed through a world I suspect very few humans have seen or felt. The 'forest' was literally alive, everything was glowing different colors, those of the darker variations anyway. Brilliant dark reds, purples, blacks, blues and dark greens filled the air, like miniature stars floating in the air like dust particles. The ground pulsed on color with every step I took. There was a some drumming, like a lone musician was playing all on his lonesome with percussion instrument in hand. The sound was like a heartbeat, (which it was), but one of tremendous proportions. It was reverberating across the entire forest yet it did not disturb the activity currently happening. From my peripheral vision I could see movement all around me, shadows shifting in the Darkness beyond where the colors could reach.

I walked on for what felt like a few minutes, when in actuality, it was an instant in the outside world, in our reality. A soft flutter drew my eyes to one of the bizarre and terrifying things that live here. A lifeforms similar to a butterfly flew past me. The difference with this one and a normal butterfly is the fact the insect had a grotesque body, a thorny abdomen and legs and a set of wicked claws. It was the size of a small bird and it elegant wings looked like two galaxies swirling next to it body, the shape inconsistent as it shifted like a cloud.

I observed it for a short while before continuing on.

Pushing the demonic looking ferns out of my way, I spotted my way out of this world. In front of me was a lake, one wide and expansive, the liquid a black color with a shimmer of rainbows of color. In essence it looked like a lake made of oil. I walked to the edge, black sand shifting and crunching beneath my feet. I stood right at the lake's edge, the oily water reflecting my body perfectly as not a single thing disturbed the surface of the liquid. I stared and stared, studying myself. I took a breath before closing my eyes and falling forward, a coolness washing over me but not the feeling like I jumped. The same feeling of entering The Void returning, but instead of brought out of it, I was being pushed back out.

I exited The Void from a window facing into an alley, hidden from praying eyes. Straightening my trench coat, I walked out of the decrepit space.

After a few hours of grabbing my groceries and other necessities from various stores and shops, I decided to walk for a little bit before using my ability to go back into The Void. As I was making my way around, I came across a boy in a middle school uniform being suffocated by a villain made out of a dark green sludge, taking about how he was running from 'him' and needed a decent sized skin suit to escape, calling the boy his 'hero'.

I decided it was best to intervene as no pro hero was present but I seem to have spoken too soon. Punching a man hole cover open crawled out non other than the Symbol of Peace himself, All Might. The blonde mountain of a man saw the attempted murder in progress and called out one of his moves, don't care which, before splattering the sludge villain across the underpass walls and in effect, sperating him from the boy.

Stepping back around the corner, I decided to watch from afar as All Might gently slapped the boy awake from unconsciousness. Waking up, I could see only the back of the teenager's head, which was basically dominated by his curly black and green hair. From his voice he was an absolute mess of stuttering and I could feel his fanboyish personality from where I was, a few yards from the two. The boy began to rapidly thank the hero for saving him and autographing his notebook, bowing so violently I was concerned the kid would get a concussion. As All Might gathered the semi liquid villain in a bottle before he could reform himself, the boy was going to ask a question but the number one hero apologized as he was about to leap away in a hurry.

And to my surprise, the middle schooler actually grabbed onto the moving pro's leg as he jumped incredibly high. As much as I don't like to interfere with other people's problems and situations, (the current situation being the few instances), I wanted to make sure the kid didn't get killed.

Using my gift, I shifted into a large window near me and tracked the two from their auras.

I had just tracked down All Might and the curly haired kid to the roof of a building where the muscular hero had to make an apparent emergency landing. I listened closely from around the corner of an obstruction on the roof as the hero began to scold the boy for his reckless action. From there, the kid apologized and began to finish the question he tried to ask. Apparently he asked if a person could become a hero without a quirk. From there there was the sound of a broken steam pipe and the green haired kid screamed.

Peeking around the corner, I saw that All Might, the Symbol of Peace and quite possibly the strongest human on Earth, was now a shriveled skeleton of a man, his blockish facial features now sharp and pointed, his slicked back hair and bangs now a wild mane and drooping, and his clothes hanging from his thin frame. He sat down and revealed how he had become like this from a villain battle which ended in his respiratory system and half his stomach was basically destroyed and his hero work has been cut short to only three hours at a time. As the hero got back up to leave, he told the curly haired teen how it was being a hero was dangerous and that heroes risk their lives on a daily basis. And then he said,

"So no. I don't think you can become a hero..."

The aura I saw on the middle schooler went from nervous to shock, sadness, anger, and heartbreak all at once. Poor kid.

All Might walked towards the stair well down from the roof before he passed and unintentionally broke the kid even more. "It's not bad to dream. But you have to make dream realistically…"

He was gone.

The boy stood there for a few moments, crying silently, before walking off as well and wiping his tears.

'Ssso the falssse God killed the dreamsss of a mortal child, how quaint.", hissed a new voice my mind, one full of mayhem and dread. 'I can sssmell the boy's sssuffering and dismay even in my dreamsss~. He reeks of depression, anxiety and hatred! Oh how I love it~!'

I growled at the voice. God's how I hate him. " Apep, silence your foul mouth.", I say out loud quietly.

'Hehehe. Like you can ever sssilence chaos, Black Marcher. I truly wonder what you will do. Will you ignore the pain of another, like you mossstly do? Or will you aid him?'

I'm go quiet. As I've said before, I usually avoid other's problems or situations, but this instance is a rarity. I could just go home and forget about this whole thing or I can intervene in the boy's destiny. It was a tough choice to make, considering-

Boom!

I look on over from the roof, seeing a large billowing of black smoke. I narrow my eyes, knowing that something is amiss.

I take a deep breath. I put down my grocery bags, roll my shoulders and run forward, using one of my powers to propel me more than a normal person.

Sighing, I eternally monologue. 'Now let's see what the hell is happening, shall we?'

Sweet Jesus.

I look upon the destruction caused by the smart sludge villain from before. He must have escaped when that boy grabbed onto All Might's leg.

Apparently, the bastard got a hold of another middle schooler, this one having an explosion quirk of some sort. He had sharp red eyes and spikey blonde hair like, funny enough, a tan explosion.

He was trapped in the thick sludge, surrounded by destroyed property and flames, no doubt caused by his quirk. I look over from my perch atop another roof overseeing the whole escapade. I can see the Pro Hero's Kamui Woods, Death Arms, Backdraft and a few others standing around like brainless idiots from the side lines.

I could hear them say how their quirks were not suited for the villain and how they should wait for a more suitable hero for the job.

For fuck's sake.

I look to my right and see Mt. Lady unable to enter the frag due to her augmented size being unable to enter the narrow area ahead.

My brows furrow in agitation and frustration. These people, professional heroes, are unable to stop a villain with a hostage, one suffocating with each passing second, because their quirks are incompatible with the situation?

God, now I actually see why Chizome hates this society.

These people can at least make an effort for crying out loud! At least Backdraft has a legitimate reason for not being able to fight, he's too busy fighting the flames caused by that blonde idiots quirk! He can at least stop using it so the heroes can get close.

Yet again to my shock, (that's a record, twice in one day?), the boy with black and green hair leaped over the guardrail put up by the police and ran directly for the villain. He throws his backpack at the sludge's only visible weak point, his eyes, and temporary blinds him. I sense the boy aura change. Fear is present but it is diluted by courage and heroism. He wants to save the other kid, calling out his name as 'Kacchan'. The quirkless wonder began to claw at the villain's liquid body in a desperate attempt to free his, what I assume to be, classmate. I tune into their voices to see what the heck he's saying.

"Deku! What the hell do you think your doing!?", Kacchan yells out, in anger for some reason. Probably worried for Deku? Damn, the kid's name means 'useless'?

"I don't know! My legs just started moving on their own! But you looked like you needed help!"

This kid. He's got heart I'll give 'em that.

As soon as I saw that villain recovered, I decided to jump into the fight. 'Deku's' words kinda inspired me believe it or not.

With a huge leap, I smash into the ground with an audible 'crack'! It was the concrete beneath me that gave way.

I look up to see that the two kids and the villain are looking at me in surprise.

Running forward, I grab Deku by the collar of his uniform and grab Kacchan as well. With a simple tug, both are out of danger as I jump back from the sludge villain, who recovered from his shock.

"You son of a bitch! You took my hostage!"

He swung a tendrils of goo at me but I put my arms up in a defensive posture like in American boxing. But contact never comes.

I feel a huge rush of wind before I see All Might, now buff, say something to Deku before launching a powered punch into the slime villain. He splattered everywhere like in the underpass and the absolute strength behind the pro hero's punch caused air pressure to burst out into the area.

I feel water touch my skin as I open my eyes to see that a cloud had formed. The bastard actually changed the weather.

The crowd cheers for the muscular hero's victory like it was hard fought or something.

Looking behind me as I relax my body, I see those two kids looking at me with wide eyes.

My eyes fall upon Deku who flinches under my gaze.

I've got to talk to this kid.

Thanks for reading my new fic. If you don't know already, the premise behind it all was inspired by the really awesome My Hero fanfic "The Dark Below"

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