Izuku let out a mighty yell as he threw his axe with full force, embedding it in the skull of a monstrous gorilla-like creature. The monster fell to the ground, where the woodsman climbed up its arms, retrieved his axe from its head, and brought it down upon a gangly black creature.

He spun around and grabbed a six-legged wolf before yanking a fang out of its jaw and slamming it through its skull. It didn't take too long after that for Izuku to get his hands on a large blue wasp, squishing it against a tree trunk.

Unfazed by the hoard of enemies coming towards him, Izuku readied his axe and charged forward with a primordial roar.


A young man with pale skin and lavender hair stood flanked by monsters on all sides. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before arcs of electricity the color of his hair began to shoot all across his body.

"STOP!" At his shout, the monsters came to a complete halt a few feet from him, allowing the young man to step out of the box he had been placed in.

"Now, attack each other."

As he watched the creatures slaughter their allies, Hitoshi couldn't help but think about all those times people had told him that his quirk was villainous.

He shook his head; there was no time to think about that now, not while he was on a battlefield.


Katsuki chuckled manically; finally he could go all out without fear of hurting an innocent. All kinds of lethal ideas on how to use his quirk came flooding into his brain.

Such ideas included: placing his palms on the side of something's head and blowing it up, and blasting a creature so high that it couldn't survive the fall.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a mound of dirt speeding towards Izuku. Without a second thought, Katsuki slammed his palm against the dirt and sent an explosion through it that caused a mole creature with long spindly claws sheathed in a green liquid to come flying out of the soil.

Izuku's head snapped to see behind him, and with a scowl, he swung his axe and hacked through the mole. He looked to Katsuki and gave a small nod of appreciation before charging back into the fray of monsters.


There was no way they were gonna win this.

Already, several cops were dead, and it didn't even look like they had put a dent in the monsters' numbers. They were seemingly appearing out of thin air.

Ochako gasped in surprise when she felt Izuku's calloused hand clap down on her shoulder.

"Take care of my daughter for me," he said. "And don't come looking for me."

"What the hell are you doing?" Ochako asked, concerned by that last sentence.

"Something I should have done long ago." Izuku walked towards the woods, a fiery determination in his eyes. The monsters parted as he passed by them, appearing to know exactly what he was planning.

Something's in Ochako's gut told her that he wasn't coming back anytime soon.


Izuku stood at the foot of a mound made from rock and clay in the heart of the forest. A dark cave stared him down, wind billowing ominously from its mouth, and monsters surrounded him, kneeling and bowing their heads.

One easy step into the cave, and torches on either side of him lit up, emerald green flames burning bright.

With each step another set of torches came to life, illuminating Izuku's face in a pale menacing green.

The woodsman closed his eyes as he kept walking, taking in the calming silence, the only sound being the wooshes of the torches lighting.

Once his eyes opened once more, an ethereal figure stood next to him, blanketed in a warm, light blue light.

"You know that this is a bad idea, right? That you're throwing everything away?" the specter questioned Izuku.

"I'm not throwing anything away. I'm making this world safer…"

"I'm giving my daughter a better life," Izuku said, his fists balled in muted anger.

A ghost of a hand fell on his shoulder. "Then we're behind you till the end."

Izuku finally reached an opening in the cave, lit not only by torches but a hole in the ceiling that allowed sunlight to filter through.

Sunlight that fell directly upon a shapeless black blob of a creature, green and red veins stretched across its gelatinous form, white mask-like constructs littering its body. Eyes of all sizes and colors shifted towards Izuku, and although it didn't have a visible mouth, he knew that it was grinning wildly.

"Nyarlathotep," Izuku growled.

"Izuku Midoriya," she gurgled out in a sickening amount of voices. "So nice of you to join me!"

"Shut up. What do you want?" the lumberjack snarled, his temper bubbling.

"Straight to business, I can respect that. I'll cut to the chase then, you have been destroying an awful lot of my children lately—"

"You're 'children' have homicidal tendencies," interrupted Izuku.

"Needless to say, I require a new specimen to help me birth a new generation, and you are the perfect candidate. Strong, fast, smart — all the qualities I would like to instil in my new brood. And in exchange, when we take over this world, I promise to leave your precious daughter alone," Nyarlathotep offered with a shrill laugh.

Izuku spat at the eldritch god before yelling, "Like hell, you ugly motherfucker!"

"Hmm, perhaps this form could convince you otherwise." Nyarlathotep's body enveloped itself in a blinding white light, and when it faded, the nude form of Ochako stood in her place.

Izuku froze, shocked by her transformation, and soon Nyarlathotep began to laugh in her many voices.

"Look at you, pathetic, so desperate for love that the first woman who shows you kindness you fall for, even when she is out of your league by a mile." Nyarlathotep began circling around Izuku, dragging her finger around his body. "You're like a gazelle desperately trying to mate with a lion."

"Dr-Drop that goddamned form right now." For the first time in God knows how many years, Izuku stuttered.

Nyarlathotep's hand grabbed Izuku by his chin, and made him look into the hazelnut eyes of the only person he had cared for in a while. "I promise to keep my word, your daughter will be safe. All you need do to ensure her safety is to help me forge my next generation of children."

The woodsman raised his fist and attempted to smash the demon's face in, but the anticipated impact never came, his arm shaking inches from the innocent face of Ochako.

"You can't hit me, can you?" She asked with a maniacal chuckle., "The most fearsome protector this forest has ever seen, and he struggles to hit one measly woman. Pathetic!"

Defeated, and without the willpower to stop her, Izuku had resigned himself to try and sprint to safety, like the coward he once was. The coward he still was. That's when a phantom hand latched onto the back of his neck.

"Are you really going to run, like you did years ago…"

"When you left me to die?" Julius asked.

Time seemed to slow as the ghostly figure of his mentor took his side.

"Do you understand that she has tried this same thing on all of us?" One by one, nine more spectral figures stood next to him. "This charade can not last any longer; you must kill her, whether she's in her true form or this one."

"She will not rest until she is dead, or she controls this world."

"Your daughter will be lost to the carnage as well. She is not going to keep her promise."

"You alone are the last line of defense. Fulfill your destiny, the one that we could not."

"As I said, she has tried this trick on us all. If you have truly fallen for this girl, then you should be able to tell her from this demon," Julius whispered.

Izuku's mind flashed through the events of the past few days, from meeting a group of people that were kind to him, despite his brutish nature, to cooking with the first woman he had felt feelings for since Mia...

...to seeing a drawing from Eri that called Ochako her mother.

All of these memories seemed to act like a defibrillator, jump-starting his mind and filling it with a rage like no other.

Izuku's hand shot up and grabbed Nyarlathotep's wrist before wrenching it from his face. Behind him, Julius smiled. "Good, now let us help you kill her." Julius' phantom body reduced itself to particles that flooded into Izuku's body.

The woodsman screamed. Something was happening to his body, and it fucking hurt, like someone had lit a fire beneath his skin. The pain only increased when the other guardians did the same.

Izuku fell to his knees, coughing violently as bits of foam fell from his mouth. Even Nyarlathotep was freaked out enough to back up a few paces.

Finally, after three full minutes of his screams of agony, he fell quiet. Slowly, Izuku got to his feet, keeping his head down.

Faster than he had ever moved before, he raced up to Nyarlathotep and grabbed her by the throat before raising her in the air.

Izuku tilted his head up to her, meeting her confused and terrified gaze with static glowing blue orbs.

"Fuck. You," Izuku snarled, his voice now multiplied.

He threw her at the back wall with all his strength, resulting in a crater and her true form returning.

Izuku planted a foot on her body and began to scale the demon.

"In the name of Julius Zeppeli—"

A fourteen foot cobra appeared out of nowhere and lunged for his neck, only to be caught and get its bottom jaw ripped off.

"No, in the name of every guardian that you have killed—"

A Minotaur attempted to bum-rush Izuku, but he just threw his elbow back and crushed its face in.

Izuku reached the top of Nyarlathotep's body and ripped a chunk of her black flesh off, exposing her grey matter. He took his axe from his back, and as he rested both of his hands on it, bright green markings began to spiral up the handle and blade.

"—DO I HEREBY VOW TO MAKE YOUR DEATH AS PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE!"


Off near the forest entrance, where the battle was going on, all of the monsters simply stopped.

It confused the heroes and what remained of the police to no end; some of the monsters even allowed themselves to be killed: they just stood there, facing the woods.

Suddenly, one of the creatures screeched in agony, and they charged into the trees.

The sound of metal slamming against concrete tore their attention behind them, where Eri was stepping over the rusted and broken door of a cop car.

Eri attempted to break through the line of heroes, but she got snatched up by Tenya. Immediately, the little girl began to pound her tiny fists against his forearms, but to no avail. She managed to escape by leaning down and biting the man, but before she could even get a few steps, Eri was grabbed again, this time by Ochako.

"No! Let me go, let me go find Papa!" Eri screamed.

In truth, Ochako wanted to charge into the forest as well, but she knew that it wasn't safe, so she simply stroked the little girl's hair and tried to calm her down. "I know, I know, but we can't look for Izuku right now. I promise that we will, though."

Eri seemed to calm down a little bit at that, and allowed herself to be carried back to the car she had been in, but not without a pout.

Ochako could only hope that soon, Izuku would walk through the trees.


Izuku trudged through the forest, caked in green blood, and without his axe. He had left that with what little had remained of Nyarlathotep.

If he didn't already look depressed, he certainly did when he saw the state his home was in.

His livestock? Murdered. His crops? Destroyed. Something big had trampled straight through his house, leaving nothing but rubble.

Izuku quietly sifted through the debris and ripped a board from the ground, revealing pounds upon pounds of C4, and a small muddy green detonator.

A branch snapped behind him, and Izuku let out a sigh. One by one, all of the remaining monsters in the forest surrounded him.

Izuku stood up and held his detonator as high as he could, before letting out an antagonizing war cry.

"COME AND GET ME YOU MUTANT MOTHERFUCKERS!"

He was overcome in seconds, dog-piled by everything that surrounded him, but he held strong, his detonator raised above all of the chaos.

'Ashes to ashes.' Izuku primed the C4 and closed his eyes, 'Dust to dust.'

Click

BOOM


BOOM

Ochako's head snapped towards the forest and watched as a fiery mushroom cloud erupted into the sky. A few seconds later a shockwave sent her and everyone else crashing to the ground.

Ochako groaned as she pushed herself to her feet. Across from her, Rhys had his hands held behind his back and was solemnly staring at the hood of the police car he was standing on.

"Rhys, what just happened?" Ochako fearfully asked.

"And when tae demonic mother has been slain, her unholy children will swarm tae the killer and tear him limb from limb," the Scottish gremlin whispered.

"Rhys you can't possibly mean—"

"I'm sorry," Rhys cut her off, "But Izuku's last battle has been fought, and by god did he win in a glorious fashion."

The sound of Eri's wails could be heard across the world.

... Now I can understand if you are upset with me, but, we still have two chapters left, so try not to kill me in the meantime. That's it for now, Peace.