Apologies for the wait! Just as a heads up, this chapter has lore created by myself, and I'm hoping this paints the picture I have in my head, without actually showing everything all at once.

Author's notes will be at the bottom. Thank you, and please enjoy.

With the outside of the school's entrance having been compromised, the students and staff who had survived the initial onslaught of the rogue group of villains were split into two groups. Those who were brawny or who had a background in construction and engineering were sent to the entrance to jury-rig a barricade over the large opening in the broken wall, while the others who didn't fit either description were assigned different tasks so that they could help the medical staff with administering care to both injured heroes and villains alike.

Due to how quickly the school's medical bay became overwhelmed with patients, those who weren't in critical condition were sent to makeshift hospital in 'Gym Gamma'. Amongst those who were still in one piece, both Shoto and Dabi had beds that were beside one another; the two brothers unconscious and hooked up to several kinds of IVs, alongside heart monitors and several other devices.

Standing at the foot of both their beds, Endeavor towered over his two injured sons with anger, fear, and sorrow flowing through his boiling blood. Even though his relationships with his sons were anything but perfect, and rocky at best, he still very much cared for them and still loved them like the great father he now wanted to be for them. Shoto, especially Dabi, had always disliked him for as far as he could remember, and for each of their reasons Endeavor knew why.

The youngest, Shoto, had been raised by him to be too much like himself, and was born solely from Endeavor's own attempts of producing a perfect child who was capable of inheriting his own fire powers, along with his mother's ice abilities. Shoto had been held too highly onto the pedestal Endeavor himself built for his children, and his desire to have the perfect successor is what had led his oldest son, Dabi, into a life of villainy.

Dabi had, at one point, been Endeavor's favorite child, and was at first showered with attention and praise due to him being able to produce white-hot flames that showed the potential of being greater than his father's own powers. And despite that promising start, Dabi would be later cast aside, and it was then at an early age did the premature boy spiral down into a life of hatred and apathy.

Even after Dabi had tried killing him, and Shoto had rejected him, Endeavor had continued to force himself to feel indifferent about what kind of father he turned out to be. However, standing there, watching as his two boys, who were asleep and recovering from their treated injuries, Endeavor couldn't help but to feel angry at himself for allowing such a fate to be bestowed upon the children who he had failed.

And that's when it hit him, like a solemn shot of liquor: Endeavor had failed as a father, and as a husband. Placing his hands down to grab the ends of his sons' hospital beds, Endeavor gritted his teeth and closed his eyelids before whispering a quiet, "… I'll make this right," under his breath; his large fingers tightening and his shoulders becoming more-and-more tense as he struggled with himself to utter out an apology to his two sons.

Before the man's inner demons could bring him to the point of breaking the ends of the hospital beds with the grip of his fingers alone, the young Prime Minister made his way over to Endeavor. Placing a hand on top of the burly man's shoulder, Athrun Date kept his focus alongside Endeavor on both Shoto and Dabi, and remained respectfully quiet before speaking in a calming, yet secretive voice.

"… My most sincere apologies, Mr. Todoroki; do take comfort in knowing that both your sons appear as though they'll be making a speedy recovery… Minus some possible scarring," Athrun said in a very professional, and indifferent, tone.

Although Endeavor had faith in the Prime Minister and his direction, the fatherly side of him was concerned over the less favorable of his two sons. "… What fate awaits for my son?"

"I'm assuming you're referring to the one with an extensive criminal record," Athrun replied back with a slight smirk on his lips, as he gestured over with a nod at the pair of handcuffs still attached to Dabi's wrists. "He, along with every other villain here, shall be sent to the newly remodeled Tartarus facility, where he shall be kept indefinitely within his own cell until he's ready to be… Useful," Athrun said with a knowing tone, to which Endeavor quickly picked up on.

"… You mean to say that Dabi's going to be made into…" Endeavor trailed off, after catching himself mid sentence. He wasn't sure what had stopped him from completing his sentence: the possibility of leaking the dark secret behind how Q-Gear was made, or if the thought of his son in specific being dissected and harvested in order to create a brand new kind of Q-Gear. "… Is there any alternative to that?"

"Other than him being executed for his crimes against humanity, I'm afraid not, Mr. Todoroki," Athrun said in a flat tone. "Justice is blind, isn't she? And what better means for the 'Blue Flame' to compensate for the lives he's stolen, than to pay back society with his own blood? The law of Japan will condemn him… Under its current law, that is."

Frowning at the Prime Minister for once again bringing his political views into play, especially when it came to him using Dabi's life as persuasive ammunition to use against him, Endeavor turned his head over his shoulder to stare into Athrun's unfazed eyes. "… What must be done, Prime Minister?"

Smiling softly with a determined gleam behind his eyes, Athrun ushered with a nod of his head for Endeavor to follow behind him, as he led the man out of the gym, and away from his two sons.

Being handed one of the umbrellas given to him by the security team of students at the gym's entrance, Athrun and Endeavor opened up their given items to shield themselves from the sudden storm and its heavy showers.

"Today's forecast never accounted for there being any signs of rainfall, which only confirms my suspicions of who's out there," Athrun said in a loud enough voice for Endeavor to hear him over the pitter-patter of raindrops falling on each of their opened umbrellas, as the two men crossed the southern walkway separating the gym from the teacher's center.

"… Not long after Shoto's sidekicks brought him and your other son onto campus grounds, the surviving members of Delta and Foxtrot relayed a message to us about the champion who they believe to be a member of God Eater… I'm not not sure whether you've been made aware of that, or not," Athrun said while flashing a quick and curious glance at Endeavor, before using his given keycard to open the entrance to the large white building that matched the rest of the architectural style of the U.A. High School campus.

Nodding his head, Endeavor walked past Athrun, who had sidestepped from the reinforced sliding metal door to allow the man to walk in before him. "The Nordic man, who's able to produce powerful bolts of lightning strong enough to vaporize men, and who supposedly possesses the abilities of flight, and the physique and strengths of the old All Might… The same man who we're just waiting to come here, all for the sake of us having the home turf advantage, right?"

"… Not precisely, no," Athrun said with a frown on his face, before taking Endeavor's umbrella and his own, and folding them both back up to set them aside by the door. "Make no mistake, at the rate of which he's going, the man is going to wipe out the High School, and will undoubtedly try to take my life."

"… If you're so confident in that man's abilities, why don't you just leave? That'd at least spare the lives of everyone else here," Endeavor suggested with a murderous look on his blue eyes, which, again, didn't phase Athrun in the least bit.

"If it were that simple, I wouldn't be here discussing this with you. I would have surrendered to him quite a bit ago if there wasn't more at stake than my own life," Athrun said in his usual deep and stoic voice, as he led Endeavor downstairs, towards the office and quarters that he had been gifted with by the principal of U.A. High School, Nezo. "Besides, I don't fear him. His name is Einherjar, and he's come not only to take my life, but to take the life of someone I hold dear to me…"

"You seem to know a lot about this man…" Endeavor commented with a suspicious and accusatory tone in his voice, as he and Athrun continued down the staircase and towards their descent into the underbelly of the high school. "… What do you know, and what are you not telling everyone else?"

"… That's a loaded question in itself, Mr. Todoroki. Tell me, which aspect are you wanting information about? Do you wish to know about the man who left his family and life behind in Norway, or the entity that possessed his body, mind, and soul? Because those two have different answers," Athrun explained with his arms crossed over his chest, as he stared back at the perplexed look on Endeavor's face.

"… What the hell are you talking about?" Endeavor asked with a scowl on his face. Closing his palms together, Athrun thought for a moment about how he would be able to explain what he needed to, in order for Endeavor to understand what he was talking about.

"How shall I put this…?" Athrun muttered underneath his breath, before taking in a deep breath while collecting his thoughts. "…I suppose as any traditional story starts, I shall start at the beginning. Tell me, how familiar are you with the subject of world history and its legends? Specifically, the ancient Mesopotamian and Egyptian era?"

Crossing his arms over his burly chest, Endeavor gave out an impatient grunt in response to Athrun's seemingly off-topic question. "I know only little about the Egyptians, and nothing about the Mesopotamians… But what does that have to do with the man who's out there, and on his way over to try and kill you?"

"Everything, it has everything to do with it," Athrun replied back in a cool and unbothered tone, as he leaned his back up against the cold metal surface of his room's door. "… I'll try to explain this as quickly as I can, but do keep in mind that summarizing events that stretch over three-thousand years do take time," Athrun said, before quickly continuing on with his explanation.

"… 'Quirk', as you might know, is a modern term used to coin any and all metahuman abilities that one might have. According to what Dr. Ishimura has documented, quirks began to circulate randomly at first after the birth of the Luminescent Baby, in Qing Qing City, around one-hundred and twenty-five years ago. They would later become genetic, and could be inherited and mutated through the combined genetics of their parents… I'm sure you're quite aware of that aspect," Athrun said with a disconcerted look on his face, while Endeavor couldn't help but physically flinch upon hearing.

"… I digress," Athrun said with a dismissive look on his face. "His findings have been thus far accurate and are able to be proved by science, however, they're not entirely forthcoming. You see, supernatural abilities have existed far before the birth of what you call the 'Luminescent Baby', and were far more potent and destructive than what you see in today's society. Such abilities have been around for over three-thousand years, since the dawn of civilization; when the gods who had been around since the beginning of time first began to take interest in the lives of us mortals."

While Endeavor had little reason to suspect that the Prime Minister was lying to him about any of the words he spoke from his mouth, the mentioning of there being deities existing made the inner skeptic in him speak aloud. "Gods? You're not actually humoring the idea of there being such a thing existing, are you?"

"Not anymore, no. As of now, they've all been consumed by the very people they've deemed as their 'champions'; you know, when a mortal earns a god's respect enough that he's gifted with some of their supernatural abilities? The reason why your and everyone else's prayers go unanswered is because there's no one left to answer them," Athrun said in a serious tone, which served to only bring up more questions, rather than solve the one that came up of Endeavor's inquiry on the existence of deities.

"Well… That's not exactly true," Athrun corrected himself with a slight look of amusement on his face, as he rolled his eyes in his sockets. "If you count a large group of immortal egotistical beings, such as the entity possessing that Nordic man just outside our walls, then I suppose there are higher beings who answer prayers. It's just that instead of answering your prayers, they take advantage of whoever they see fit to host their body, and tell them whatever they need to tell them in order to earn their trust enough to allow them to take control of their bodies, and souls."

Letting out a humorless chuckle, Endeavor shook his head at Athrun while still trying to wonder if the Prime Minister was testing his loyalty by seeing how he'd react to being fed such things that belonged in a fairy tale. "So… What you're saying is that the same guy who's terrorizing the streets right now, was at some point just some regular man… Who got possessed after giving the voices in his head control of his body…?"

"Yes. Quite hard to believe, isn't it?" Athrun replied back rhetorically, while finding the look of disbelief on Endeavor's face to be mildly amusing.

Raising his arms up in the air, Endeavor let out an exasperated scoff before crossing his arms back of his chest. "… How?" The fire hero asked with an unamused look on his face, which only further amused the Prime Minister.

"It first started with Gilgamesh, who was a heroic man that had become an interest for those who called themselves gods to the Mesopotamian people. He became the first 'champion' of the gods, and he used his powers for the good of his people. However, when this happened, many more champions were chosen by other gods as well," Athrun explained to the skeptical pro hero, who still was trying to rack his brain for just how to respond to the Prime Minister's explanation.

"So, what? One god did it, and the rest copied him because they felt left out?" Endeavor inquired with a mocking tone in his voice, which didn't phase Athrun one bit. "If that's true, and you know so much about this, then how many humans were considered impressive enough to have a god on their side, and what were their names?"

"How do you expect me, or anyone else, to know that information? The only ones I have knowledge of are the ones I've discovered through my own sources, as well as the records of my family?" Athrun replied back with a slight scowl on his face; making it clear to Endeavor that he found his question to be ridiculous. "Flip to any page of any legends spun together by whichever society in history of your choosing; if it's caught your attention, and it happened before the start of the sixteen-hundreds, chances are that those individuals caught the attention of a god as well," Athrun said in short, while making it clear to Endeavor that he wouldn't be able to go into full detail behind everything that he knew.

"If you know so little about these apparent champions and the gods they once served, then how do you know that they're even all evil? That bastard up above could just be an example of one bad apple amongst many good ones," Endeavor pointed out, while also quietly realizing that he was getting more invested in what Athrun was telling him than he wanted to admit.

"Because, a majority of them who used to be good ended up becoming psychotic-sociopaths," Athrun explained, while slowly turning around to reluctantly face the control pad outside the door leading to his quarters. "Those 'champions' in their time spent alive has unknowingly sold their souls to the deities who granted them powers, and when they died their spirits returned to whoever made them their champion, and they would only be reborn whenever their god chose to once again send an agent back to Earth, in order to serve their worshippers. They've all killed their fair share of people, so don't expect any of them to be in touch with what it's like to be mortal, because every single one of them doesn't fear death, nor do they value life."

Finding himself actually becoming frustrated with the absurdity of it all, Endeavor let out a low groan before becoming more courageous with his skepticism. "If whatever you're saying is such a blight on our existence, then why hasn't anyone ever done anything about it?"

Letting out a low chuckle at how stupid he thought the question to be, Athrun took a moment to brush his long black hair to the side, before pointing a thumb up at himself. "You're standing before the latest descendent of the Date Clan, one of the last living bloodlines of true samurais. Ever since my ancestor Masamune Date became the head of the clan in the beginning of the seventh century, my clan has made it their sole mission to combat the threat that the champions pose on our world."

Finding the idea of a group of samurais and warlords from feudal Japan would be the one thing keeping some imaginary threat at bay was almost comical to Endeavor, who in turn couldn't help but crack a smirk at the conviction in Athrun's voice as he made his proclamation. "Oh yeah? What made them want to take up such a… Task?"

Ignoring the blatant disrespect in Endeavor's voice, Athrun remained calm and collected, even when answering the man's question "It all started when Amaterasu, the Goddess of divinity, ordered the other gods beneath her that their champions would need to stay in the celestial plane. She was benevolent, and was perhaps the only deity that actually loved humanity, in spite of its flaws…"

"… As one might imagine, telling a group of blood thirsty immortal souls that they weren't all allowed to return to Earth in order to 'serve' their gods didn't sit quite well for them. In retaliation, the champions formed a group that would later be known as 'God Eater', and its mission back then was simple: they were to devour their gods, absorb their power, in which then they would all eat Amaterasu, all so that they could return to Earth in their most powerful state… As to why? Well, I'm sure each of them had their own intentions of serving themselves in one way or the other," Athrun explained with a slight shrug, while making it clear to Endeavor that the majority of the champions only wished to serve themselves, and exploit humanity for their own gain.

"… To make a long and bloody story short, the immorality of the champions made it so that even if they were slain in battle, they would just be reborn in the celestial plane. Unlike them, the gods eventually all became good for them, and Amaterasu became the only one left standing. So, knowing that she stood no chance in defeating them, Amaterasu fled from the celestial plane, and trapped the champions there by exploring their human souls' weakness of being bound to one plane at a time."

"… In order to do this, Amaterasu created two champions of her own, but rather than calling forth for a human to aid her, she instead invoked upon forces that were even above herself: Life, and Death," Athrun explained with a serious look on his face, before shaking his head. "She asked one of Death's reverents to remain in the celestial plane, to battle the champions alone and to join their never ending cycle of rebirth. As for what she asked of Life, she begged the spirits of Life to send her an angel, so that they may guard the gateway to and from the celestial plane for all of eternity."

Nodding his head while rolling his eyes, Endeavor let out a low sigh before shrugging. "Seems like that her plan would have worked, wouldn't it?" Athrun nodded softly, and even though he knew that Endeavor was still mocking him, the Prime Minister couldn't help but to agree full heartedly with the hero's statement, even if it wasn't genuinely said.

"My ancestor, Masamune Date, was the one who Amaterasu came to when she arrived on our plane of existence. She came to him because at the time, he was a powerful man who ruled the land she found herself in, and it was the Date Clan that prayed to her; she was welcomed with open arms upon being able to prove herself to Masamune that she was the real deal," Athrun answered. "She's the reason why the Date Clan is so knowledgeable about this subject; she's the one who told Masamune about everything she knew."

Upon hearing the famous name of the warlord, and being told that he had personally met a god in his lifetime, Endeavor found himself letting out a chortle. "… Masamune Date, the 'One-Eyed Dragon', became an ally of a literal goddess?"

"Yes, and she bestowed upon my clan not only the knowledge that we have today, but she gifted our bloodline with the ability to invoke upon the forces of Life and Death, just as she had, so that they may fight alongside against the champions who managed to transverse through the gateway to the living," Athrun said, while finally getting to the point that Endeavor had made.

"When a deity crosses over to the plane of the living, their immortality disappears, and they become more vulnerable than even us mortals," Athrun explained, while showing signs of sorrow at his own thoughts. "… Amaterasu had taken on the form of a young woman when she first made contact with Masamune, and lived alongside him. Together, they made sure that there was always a living host to serve as a vessel for Life's angel, because it soon became easier for said angel to protect the gateway by using a human soul to create a barrier between worlds, rather than having to constantly be slain in battle while protecting it while in the celestial plane."

"… However, the host of whoever had been chosen to house Life's angel was still mortal, and Amaterasu knew that when they would eventually die, the barrier keeping the champions at bay would break, and thus their souls would be able to cross over to the mortal realm, where they would be able to either be reborn, or take over a human soul and body. When that happened, Masamune had already passed away, and Amarterasu's mortal form had perished as well. So, it was up to his sons to commit the ritual needed to invoke Death's reverent from the celestial plane to cross over to the realm of the living, so that they could slay the champions and have their souls return back to their imprisonment in the celestial plane."

"… The problem with that was that Death's reverent had been forced to become volatile and ruthless, in order to maximize its time alive in the celestial plane, before it would inevitably be slain again and again by the champions they fought to protect Amarterasu. It knew only to kill, and not who it shouldn't kill while in the world of the living. So long as they had a target, anyone who was in the revenant host's way would perish."

"… To combat this, the Date Clan would raise the future host of whoever was needed to be the reverant's vessel, in order to prevent the host from ever turning on them. Once the revenant had completed its task, with the host of Life's angel being able to lead him in the direction of whichever champion escaped from the celestial plane, the Date Clan would slay them, so that the revenant may return to the celestial plane to continue protecting Amaterasu, until the revenant would be needed to be called upon again."

Frowning after hearing the similarities between the Masked Man who slaughtered thousands of lives a month ago, and the supposed revenant of Death that Athrun described, Endeavor was beginning to grow suspicious of the Prime Minister. "… You speak of there being gods that used to live in what I'm presuming to be in a different plane of existence; neither of which have ever been scientifically proven or documented. Living legends who grew to turn on their puppet masters, who apparently are only being kept at bay by the descendents of a warlord, who sacrifice the lives of people to host the embodiments of Life and Death themselves; as if they're spirits of some kind."

"… All of that happened, just because someone special took interest in some Mesopotamian man?" Endeavor summarized with a skeptical frown plastered across his face, all while the Prime Minister stared back at the pro hero with an mildly amused look on his usually stoic face.

"I'd be a fool if I were to expect you out of all people to believe me solely on good faith. However, rest assured, the Date Clan has been keeping records on all of this, ever since Masamune had made contact with Amaterasu. However, again, historical records themselves have the risk of being fabricated, don't they?" Athrun mused with a calm tone in his voice, before finally entering the code needed to access his private quarters.

"I could give a rat's ass about what your family records, Date," Endeavor finally spoke out after having enough of the Prime Minister's tales that sounded like fabricated lies themselves. "The only thing I'm concerned about right now is your involvement in the attacks that happened."

Raising an eyebrow, Athrun smirked back at the accusations being thrown his way, and turned his head over his shoulder to show Endeavor just how amused he was by what he had said. "You made it clear that you weren't believing a word that I was telling you to be true, yet you somehow point the finger when it's convenient for you to do so? I never figured you would be the one to cherry pick, Mr. Todoroki."

Stepping up to the Prime Minister until he was a mere few inches away from his back, Endeavor towered over the younger man with his teeth snarled at him. "Enough of the bullshit, you smug bastard… You're hiding the truth from me, Date!"

"How could I be hiding the truth? I've told you that the Date Clan were the only ones capable of summoning Life's Angel and Death's revenant, I'm blatantly telling you that anyone with my bloodline can do it, not me specifically," Athrun retorted while shaking his head in disappointment. "Honestly, if you didn't believe anything I said before that, then how would that even make sense to begin with? If anything, you've interrupted me from actually telling you the entire truth… You only have your stubbornness to blame for your own lack of knowledge, I'm afraid."

"I don't give a shit!" Endeavor shouted with flames beginning to rise out of his red hair, which again did nothing to phase Athrun. "Either you start showing actual proof of your fairytales, or else this'll get very messy for you…"

Becoming stone faced during the entire minute he and Endeavor silently glared at one another, Athrun finally let out a throaty chuckle before turning his head back towards the control pad beneath his fingers. "Very well. You'll find what I'm about to show you to be… Well, to be more than sufficient enough evidence to prove everything I've told you," Athrun said with an ominous tone in his deep voice, before using his finger to press the enter key on the electronic pad built into the wall.

Standing behind the young politician, Endeavor quietly began to question what preposterous thing that the young man would use to validate his fictitious-sounding story of gods and champions. Already preparing himself by planning out his next course of action that he'd need to take in order to squeeze out a confession from the Prime Minister, it was then when Endeavor entered through the sliding door of Athrun's private quarters did the pro hero finally see the evidence for himself; something that he hadn't been ready for.

Wearing nothing but a ripped and blood-stained straight-jacket, there was a young woman tied to a chair in the corner of the large private quarters. Shackled with several models of quirk-nullifying technology that was binding her to the reinforced metal chair, the young green-haired woman appeared to have several wires coming out of her head and from the back of her neck; all of which were attached to the chest chassis that had Endeavored recognized as being a very similar device used to contain All for One, back when he was alive and in the Tartarus prison.

Rather than appearing to be panicked, the woman who was shackled glared behind the bolted mask secured around her mouth; staring back at Endeavor with a murderous intent in her grey irises that became illuminated in a crimson light, the moment her eyes locked onto his. Speechless, Endeavor found himself reaching his hand immediately upward toward the feral-appearing woman, but soon was taken aback as he felt the Prime Minister gently, yet easily, pushing his arm back down to his side.

"… What the hell is that?" Endeavor asked in a cautious tone, as he carefully kept his eyes locked on the violent woman who quickly started to thrash her bindings; leaning forward and wiggling her limbs in an attempt to free herself, just so she could attack him and the Prime Minister.

Standing by Endeavor's side, with a calm and collective expression on his face, Athrun locked eyes with the woman who he had been imprisoned with a mocking smirk on his face. "Just like your previous question, the one that was in regards to who Einherjar is… That too is a loaded question."

Frustrated, intimidated, and confused by everything going on around him, Endeavor found himself unable to tolerate the way the Prime Minister spoke to him. From the smug way of how Athrun was able to remain calm while talking condescending to him, along with the sounds of the woman's hateful grunts and shackles grinding against the chair she was trapped to, Endeavor's patience had finally reached its breaking point.

"… Enough of the games, you sonofabitch!" Endeavor shouted with his red hair becoming enveloped in raging flames. Reaching down to grab the Prime Minister by the collar of his blazer, Endeavor lifted Athrun up before slamming the young man against the wall with a hard enough thud to crack the drywall behind his body. "Who's that girl, and what the hell did you do to her?!"

Without ever being phased by the violent man's outburst, Athrun remained stoic as he slowly shifted his gaze away from Endeavor's blue eyes, in order to stare over towards the man's blindside. "Arima, there'll be no need for that," Athrun said in a respectful voice, which confused Endeavor, especially when it became apparent to him that the Prime Minister wasn't talking to him..

Trying to turn his head towards the direction of where Athrun's eyes were focused, it was then that a cold shiver ran down Endeavor's back. Having cranked his neck by a mere few millimeters, Endeavor felt something sharp and warm cutting into his neck with enough ease that it broke the skin covering his jugular. From the corner of his vision, it was then that the pro hero saw a tall man dressed in an open white trench coat, who had cold-unforgiving gray eyes that stared back at him through the thin-framed glasses that rested on the bridge of his straight nose.

Hair as white as snow that appeared to be well groomed and covered his forehead, the man who had been identified as simply 'Arima' remained stone-faced, even as his raised silver-blade drew blood from the aggressive hero's neck. "… Move without my permission, and that'll be the last mistake you'll ever make… Drop him, now," Arima ordered without any clear emotion behind his words.

Although Endeavor had never feared another man in his life, everything calm and about the white-haired man, from the way he spoke and just from the way he looked, made the usually fearless hero feel an unexplainable sense of impending doom. Without needing to be told twice, Endeavor immediately released his grip from the Prime Minister's jacket.

Landing on his feet, Athrun didn't even bother addressing what Endeavor had done, and instead he chose to turn his body around to face his two-meter tall guardian. "Arima, I don't believe you've met Mr. Todoroki before… Tell me, outside of what we've talked about, have you heard of him before?"

Without lowering his silver blade away from the large man's mildly bleeding neck, Arima calmly analyzed the nervous hero's face before answering back in an unbothered tone. "He's Japan's number one professional hero, isn't he? He owns that company you're using to create Q-Gear, and owns quite a bit of hero agencies across Japan; especially here in Musutafu… Other than that, I know only what the public knows of him."

"Ah, so you were somewhat familiar with him…" Athrun mused with an approving tone in his voice, before calmly relaxing his back up against the same wall that Endeavor had slammed him into moments ago. "Arima, rest assured; he'll be assisting us, isn't that right Mr, Todoroki?" Athrun asked with a somewhat sinister tone in his voice, while momentarily taking a smug look at the blade that was cutting against the man's neck.

Unable to move without risking his throat being slashed open, Endeavor was more than aware that he had fallen into a trap that had been set up, and his cooperation was no longer being requested; it was being demanded. Athrun wasn't the good man who he had mistaken him to be a month ago, and Endeavor felt more angry at himself for not seeing through the Prime Minister sooner. Murder wasn't above the Date Clan, and Endeavor would only have a scar to prove that, if he was lucky enough to make it out of the room alive. But even in the face of death, Endeavor wouldn't allow himself to be subjected to any evil demand of him; including everything wrong with the girl still bound in the corner of the underground room.

Sensing that Endeavor was about to throw his life away for the sake of following morality, Athrun frowned slightly before feeling the need to clarify himself. "Before you give us an answer right away Mr. Todoroki, allow me to explain what this woman is, and who she was," Athrun said with a calm tone in his words, while crossing his arms over his chest.

"… Her name is Eto Kirishima, she was imprisoned in Tartarus for the murder of Tensei Iida; otherwise better known as the original 'Ingenium'," Athrun said with a knowing look on his face, which only intensified as he saw the look of surprise on Endeavor's face. "She's a monster who only has interest in her own life, and cares not for those who strive to protect others; a lost cause, if you will; or at least according to the judicial system, that is. I, however, have found a use for her, even when society couldn't."

"… You see, Mr. Todoroki, the evidence you so wanted in order to validate your own disbelief is sitting right there… It's her, she's now the vessel for Life's angel; whether she likes that, or not," Athrun explained in a deep voice, while slightly taking amusement from the look of shock on Endeavor's widened eyes.

"I… I don't believe you," Endeavor muttered out in a low voice, while being careful to swallow the lump in his throat as he felt Arima's silver-bladed Q-Gear slice ever so deeper into his neck. "You're… Y-You're just fucked in the head…! That's not an angel, that's just a girl who you kidnapped and tortured, all for the sake of fufilling your own fantasies!"

Clapping his palms together out of mild annoyance, Athrun let out a throaty chuckle while turning around to shake his head at Endeavor. "Ever the disbeliever, aren't you? This woman has literally glowing red eyes, and you've discarded that because you refuse to accept the truth… Very well, allow me to showcase to you an example of what she's been made capable of," Athrun said with a confident look in his eyes, before motioning for Arima to lower his sword slightly so Endeavor could turn around to see him walking towards the large office desk in the middle of the room.

Once seated at the desk, Athrun retrieved a penknife from one of the drawers, and nonchalantly placed his hand flat down against the top of the table. "… Observe," Athrun said with a bored tone, before raising the penknife in the air. In one fell swing, the Prime Minister was able to completely sever his pinky finger clean off of his hand, all without even flinching.

Flinching and finding himself grimacing at the sight of Athrun lifting his own severed pinky up to showcase to him, Endeavor remained silent as he watched the Prime Minister carelessly toss his own dismembered digit into the trash bin, before seeing him walking over to the restrained and shackled woman.

Once behind her, Athrun used his one single good hand to type away at the touch screen control panel that was built into the back of Eto's chest chassis, all while keeping his other hand raised up to minimize the bleeding. "Through my own family's gift, I've elevated this outcast above the petty and pointless life she had been by fate. With Life's angel embedded into her very soul, Kirishima has been given the ability to do many miraculous feats that wouldn't be possible with a run-of-the-mill quirk, Mr. Todoroki…"

And as Athrun was explaining that, Endeavor watched as Eto's body suddenly tensed up as soon as Athrun entered the command into the chassi, causing her to scream out in agony as the veins within her body illuminated through her skin in a basking whtie light. Immediately after Eto's body had been inflicted with agony from having her brain forced to use her abilities as Athrun commanded her to, a white light enveloped the Prime Minister's mutilated hand. When the light faded and Eto's body sunk forward with her veins returning back to their usual color, the blood that had covered Athrun's hand had disappeared, and there appeared to be a new pinky in place of where the Prime Minister had severed his last.

"… Impossible," was all Endeavor could manage to utter out, while trying to come to terms with what he had just witnessed. While his mind was coming to the conclusion that there was truth behind Athrun's tale of gods and champions, it was then that Endeavor had suddenly thought of what Eto's forced powers could do for him. More specifically, what her healing abilities were able to do for his sons. Shoto's scar could disappear, and Dabi's stitched up and leathery skin would be a thing of the past; all of which had been inadvertently his fault, which only made

"Even after seeing it with your own eyes, you still insist that I'm lying? Your skepticism is beginning to cross the line towards denial, Mr. Todoroki," Athrun mused with an indifferent tone, all the while lowering one hand down to softly comb his fingers through Eto's dark green hair; a sign of affection and appreciation, despite the fact that the young woman was trying to catch her breath from behind the heavy-steel mask that he had put on her to muzzle her.

"Whoever is bestowed with Life's angel has the ability to heal any wound… Mental, physical, and spiritual; it's how I've remained so level headed throughout my life, in spite of the crushing burden that has been placed on my shoulders, Mr. Todoroki," Athrun admitted shamelessly to the still taken-aback man.

"On top of being the one thing separating the world as we know it from being at the complete mercy of those who want to subject us to their own ideals and whims, Life's angel is able to do something else… Something that I think you would be very interested in knowing," Athrun said with a slightly enthralled tone in his voice, as he took a step back from Eto, before once again focusing his attention on the small screen of the chassis once again.

"Life's angel, being the divine gift bestowed to us by Amaterasu herself, is full of endless possibilities…" Athrun trailed off, as he finished typing another command into the chassis. "… Through her, I'm able to change and modify my own quirk," Athrun explained calmly, while raising his healed hand up for Endeavor to focus on.

"My quirk before I changed it just now was the ability of empathy; a gift that allows me to know exactly what someone's feeling, and what they're thinking to do next. But due to the wonders of technology, I'm able to command the angel without needing her permission to do what I see fit. As such, behold my new quirk…"

Without further explaining himself with words, Athrun's hand produced a small blazing ball of white fire that formed from the top of his palm. The bright micro dwarf star in the Prime Minister's hand produced a brilliant light that was powerful enough to instantly destroy Endeavor's retinas, and as soon as it came, it had disappeared.

Upon becoming blind, Endeavor let out a panicked grunt and was moments away from flailing around in an attempt to defend himself, but that all came to an end the moment Arima swung his Q-Gear's blade down to slash clean through the pro hero's Achilles' tendons. "B-Bastard…!" Endeavor grunted out in a seething voice, and as he came tumbling down toward the floor, the pro hero tried to spin around to deliver a counter attack, but was parried and punished when Arima stabbed both of his shoulders in less than a blink of the eye.

Unable to use his feet to catch himself, or his arms to defend himself, Endeavor fell hard on his back onto the wooden floor below; temporarily becoming stunned after slamming the back of his head against the ground. Meanwhile, Athrun tapped away at the control panel, while Arima pressed the heel of his boot into the burly man's abdomen, to pin him down before using his boot to roll Endeavor's body over, so that his stomach was laid against the floor.

Having not needed to see what had happened to get an image of what his guardian had done to the egotistical pro hero, the Prime Minister found himself smiling as readied another command for Eto to follow through, once she had regained consciousness. "In case I haven't been clear enough with my intentions before, Mr. Todoroki… Refusing to cooperate with me means that you're refusing to protect all of Japan; otherwise meaning that you're prepared to become my enemy… So, you either join me, or die like the other villians who've tested my patience," Athrun explained with the same persistence and serenity in his deep voice; the same voice that Endeavor quickly grew to hate more-and-more.

"... You're perceiving me as someone who you should see as a threat to your way of life, and that clearly is something that you're misunderstanding about what I have to offer you. Together, we'll eliminate the threats that Japan's good people face. We shall bring order back to this superhero society with a new era of peace and prosperity that shall be paid with the blood of the wicked," Athrun said with a determined tone in his voice, as he marched over to the top of where Endeavor's head was. "It's already happening, as a matter of fact, so sticking to whatever wrong morals you were raised and morphed to believe in won't stop me from achieving the dream of my ancestors and I."

As much as Endeavor wanted to blindly swipe at where he knew Athrun was standing, the tip of Arima's blade pressing into the back of his head discouraged him from attacking the Prime Minister, yet that didn't prevent him from using his words to give the younger man a piece of his mind. "… And what kind of fucking dream did you and your warlord family conjure up!? What makes your dream so important that you're willing to commit murder for it?!"

"What makes my dream important, Mr. Todoroki, is because without it coming true, this world is doomed; and I cannot allow that to happen, for the sake of the innocent lives who live blissfully unaware of what the world faces, as well as the sake of my family's honor," Athrun replied back without any malice in his voice, all while looking down at the blind hero. "A man who's as adamant of family honor as yourself should understand that sentiment…"

"D-Don't you dare compare your family to mine," Endeavor stuttered out with a groan, as he rested his face against the cold wooden floor. "Your idea of a perfect world is built entirely on war… Throwing away the lives of those who want nothing more to serve the innocent, all without caring for their deaths…" Endeavor said with anger and disgust in his voice, as even he found the idea of sending young heroes and sidekicks to their death to be sickening; especially when Athrun made it subtly clear that he saw the heroes and sidekicks as just cannon fodder. "B-Besides… What you speak of hasn't ever been a recorded problem before… You're making this out to be a bigger issue than it actually is…"

"The reason why you, nor almost the entire world's populace, have never heard of a champion and what they're capable of is thanks to the Date Clan," Athrun replied back with a slight bit of disdain in his voice. "You speak of war like you ever had to serve in an actual one… You, nor anyone else alive today in this damn world, knows anything about fighting in an actual war. You're talking to a man who comes from a long line of samurais who've defeated immortal beings, time-and-time again, all of which might as well be gods themselves…"

Kneeling down on one knee, Athrun grabbed a handful of Endeavor's red hair before lifting the burly man's head up, so that his blind eyes were staring back at his cold glare. "That'll change… And if you feel the need to harbor your hatred and rage towards someone, then I gladly invite you to hate everything I've become. Just know that I wouldn't have had to become a heartless bastard if the society you thrived in hadn't been built on the deaths of my ancestors and their allies. Your ancestors are to blame for this, not mine."

Practically having just spat venom into the face of Japan's number one listed hero, Athrun continued to stare unforgivingly at Endeavor's eyes, before letting out an elongated sigh as his fingers tightened around the clump of red hair in his hand"… Need I also remind you, Mr. Todoroki, of the reasons behind why you were so willing to follow me down into the bowels of the Earth?" Athrun asked with a sly smile on his face, that was unbeknownst to Endeavor, who was too blind and too full of despair to notice it. "You made it abundantly clear earlier that you were willing to turn your back to the law you've sworn to uphold, and the morals and code you and everyone who wants to pretend to be a hero swears by… All for the sake of saving your sorry excuse for a son from getting what he deserves."

"... Do not worry though… I don't hold that against you, I'm only bringing that up to show you just how fragile your society's morality system is. There are no such things as heroes or villains, Mr. Todoroki; there's only those who claim victory, and those who are vanquished. Those are the rules of nature, Mr. Todoroki, not mine; my family and I've merely just accepted it, while yours and everyone else's pointlessly pretends otherwise," Athrun stated in a flat tone, before finally releasing his grip and watching Endeavor's head fall against the wooden floor.

Standing up to his feet, Athrun took a moment to revel in the tone of the room around him. His opponent lay beneath his feet, defeated and unable to stand before him. His most trustworthy servant, standing above his defeated foe; the tip of his sword readied at any moment to pierce Endeavor's head. And lastly, he was in possession of one of the two entities he'd need to storm through the Celestial plane, where he'd save mankind from the products of its own hubris.

"… Before you say no and force my hand onto you, I'd like for you to think, and I mean really think, for once in your life, about what I can offer you," Athrun said with a soothing voice, all while closing his eyes as he began to imagine the achieving the future that he and his ancestors sought for. "... I could give you your family back, to the way that it was meant to be. Your eldest son would be reformed, and back to the way he was meant to be. And most importantly of all, I can use Life's abilities to mend the mind of your wife… Your children will have their mother, and a father they can finally say that they're proud of…"

"… Now, doesn't that sound like a future worth killing for?" The Prime Minister asked with a triumphant roar in his voice, before immediately turning his head over his shoulder to stare directly towards the direction just left of where Eto was sitting in exhaustion. "… Doesn't it, Iroh?!"

While he had talked lengthy for the purpose of convincing Endeavor to fully commit to his true intentions, Athrun had also been carefully listening to the faint sounds of footsteps that he had noticed shadowing behind him, ever since he had stepped outside of Gym Gamma. The white burst of light he had created with his hand wasn't only to blind Endeavor, it was also a way that Athrun could change his quirk to deal with the intruder, all without arousing suspicion.

The final proof that he needed to know that the invisible intruder had been none other than the man he had been hunting for so long was simple: he had smelt the aroma of hibiscus tea ever since he had entered into the teacher's office building, and Athrun knew enough about the champions listed in his family records to know which of them had a fondness for that specific drink.

The moment Athrun raised his arm up to conjure a jet stream of white plasma that spiraled toward where he had tracked his target to be, Iroh was forced to abandon his invisibility power, and instead summoned a barrier of light to shield himself and Eto.

Staring back at him through disappointed eyes, Iroh looked through his own manifested light-barrier, and past the jetstream of white fire to lock eyes with the Prime Minister himself. "Lord Date… You're as clever and perspective as your ancestor Masamune was," Iroh said with the brief moment he had to speak, before immediately bending backwards to avoid being sliced in half from Arima's sword, who had closed the distance the moment Athrun's fire attack ended.

Erecting blades of light out his two hands, Iroh was forced to take the defense side and was barely able to parry both Athrun's plasmic blade of white fire, as well as Arima's Q-Gear. Crossing his blades of light to catch the blades of his opponents, Iroh clenched his teeth as he stared back at the indifferent gaze in Athrun's cold eyes, as well as Arima's calculating stare, as he struggled to keep them at bay.

"… And you're just as blindly ambitious as him, as well," Iroh said with disgust in his voice, before once again parrying the attack by the only way he could: by overloading the raw energy in his blades to cause an explosion that blew upwards and through the roof; causing a massive pillar of yellow light to erupt from the surface and above the high school like a vector to the heavens.

Sitting down on the couch with the television's volume lowered so that Mei couldn't hear it as she continued to shower, Haise had become fixated on the devastation being broadcasted on the emergency news broadcast. Although a part of him had been relieved that Mei's apartment wasn't anywhere near the U.A. High School, the other half of him knew that the moment his best friend would find out about the mayhem caused by the reported group of villains, she would be rushing foolheartedly over to do everything she could to help save them.

Which meant that Mei would be putting herself in danger of the One-Man Army who was getting the upper hand on a pro hero who appeared to be donning a suit of mobile armor. While Haise felt afraid of what the nordic champion was capable of, especially when the thought of Mei possibly crossing paths with such a monster, the fear he was feeling was being overshadowed by the unexplainable hunger and irritation he felt; a feeling that started the moment he first saw the blond-bearded man on television.

Feeling his heart racing in his chest, and his hands beginning to violently shake, Haise figured that he must have been on the edge of having a panic attack from the stress that was overcoming his mind, but that was dismissed the moment he stared down towards his lap at his hands. He hadn't noticed it until then, but upon inspection it became clear that his hands were shaking out of fear, but rather his shaking had been caused by his fingers involuntarily curling in-and-out, in the same fashion that an animal preparing to kill its prey would do.

Breathing deeply with his right eye beginning to slightly twitch sporadically, whatever had come over Haise was beginning to use his urge to protect Mei in order to motivate him to pursue Einjerhar himself. Thoughts begin to flood his already unstable head; thoughts that he would have never had otherwise.

"Blond hair, blond beard, lightning (Lightning bolts break apart nitrogen and oxygen molecules)."

"I remember that… That bastard from those dreams (Nightmares)."

"He… He's killed me before (Kill)... He's killed others too (Kill)."

"Kill, snap, snap (stab, stab)."

"Burn, burn, burn (Thunder roars, but does not strike)."

"He's already killed plenty of people from what the report said (Lightning strikes, but does not roar)."

"... He'd hurt Mei if he got the chance (Be light lightning; strike him down. Make him bleed)."

"I… I can't lose her; she's all I have left (Alone. Pain. Agony)."

"Blood, blood, blood (Blood for blood)."

"... Rip and tear, tear him apart (Drip-drop, drip-drop)."

"(Burn, burn, burn)."

"AsHeS, AsHeS, wE aLl FaLl DoWn."

"..."

Trapped within the senseless and incoherent thoughts of his violent-mania, Haise's mind was elsewhere as he reached down to untie his black tie, and tossed it aside on the couch. Like a man on a mission, Haise remained silent like a predator as he made his way down the hallway, and into the workshop room that Mei used.

Rather than taking up to inventing anything, Haise instead chose to follow his newly found instincts, and felt the need to hide his face behind the half-mask respirator that Mei kept for when she needed to use an aerosoles agent. Before exiting the room to make his way out of the apartment through the front door, Haise took one look over his shoulder to stare silently at the closed bathroom door.

Without saying a word, the small part of Haise that was still inhabiting his rabbid mind thought caringly for Mei's safety, and quietly muttered a 'thank you' under his breath, before turning his head forward; his mind once again focusing again at the only task that mattered to him other than Mei. At that moment, the vile monster within Haise wanted nothing more than to annihilate Einherjar, in order to upkeep the oath it had made, and to honor the goddess who he had made a promise to.

Thank you for reading! During the time I'm editing this, I don't have a lot of time, but I'd love to answer the questions of my reviewer and helper, who I've known for quite a while now!

So this is LIKE a Tokyo Ghoul x MHA crossover, but not really. The characters that are obvious nods to their respective counterparts aren't the same exact characters, but they're very similar. Imagine mirror versions of them. So they're not the same characters as even the ones in my other fanfiction, just different versions of them in another universe.

And thank you for the idea of Haise being adopted, I might actually use that to help explain some of the story later, and the backstory as well. Because there's at least one of you who knows little to nothing of the MHA universe, I'll be trying to explain most of it as much as I can, without interrupting the story too much. I'll be mostly writing into the plot and dialogue, like usual.

And yes, Mr. Iroh is a nod to Iroh from the Last Airbender, lol.

And the reason behind why Haise not being too bothered by Mei being forced to take credit for his idea was to showcase how much his mentality had changed, and to show how he's not the same as he used to be. There's something inside of him, and as you might have guessed, the being opposite to the one inside of Eto Kirishima is inside of him.

And lastly, I love Attack on Titan's soundtrack and characters, just not so much the ending or the whole time-traveling aspect. Okay, that's all I have time for lol, please feel free to continue to review and give me your thoughts and ideas!

Okay, gotta go! Hope you enjoyed it!