References to Depression,sucide,bullying,mental breakdown
People have always been immoral, shiftless, and self-gratifying. For ages, humankind struggled to find a conceptual system to operationalize their spiritual shortcomings. Still, it wasn't long before they were given a name. The seven sins are a concept as old as humanity; from the very beginning, not one human could escape their clutches. Even the "purest" humans have at least one of these sins engraved on their souls.
Do you understand now Midoriya Izuku? These petty humans are made to be flawed; it is in their nature.
That's why they hate you. Their reason is pretty simple.
They fear what you will become.
They try to bring you down with their word and pathetic powers in the hope of stopping you from becoming something no man could ever face.
Naive fools, in all honesty.
It might take a second, a day, a year, or maybe until the dying breath of the universe, but in the end, you will take the throne that stands over existence.
Until then, we will serve you, our dear God.
So wake up Midoriya Izuku.
Your throne is waiting.
Midoriya's arrival back to consciousness was quick as a gasp tore its way past his teeth. His body trembled like a leaf in the wind, and his breath was in short bursts. He moves his hand over his nightstand, grabbing the pills container and gulping them down.
The effect was almost instantly as his "quirk" shut down immediately, drowning out the voices and leaving him alone with only his thoughts.
He slowly got up from his bed, closed his alarm, and moved into the bathroom. He opens the tap and splashes water on his face. A quick glance at the mirror was enough for him to know that he needed another pill before going to school. Because in the mirror, a face bathed in Blood stared back with a grin of hundreds of jagged teeth.
Instead, he didn't pay attention and focused on preparing himself for the day. It didn't take long, and when he was done, he didn't forget to flick off the face in the mirror before making his way into the kitchen.
A small, forced, and a practiced smile crossed his face as his eye made contact with his mother.
They made small talks as they ate their meal, but today he is too tired to respond to his mother's questions with more than basic answers. After finishing his meal, he excuses himself to grab his school material.
Whit that done, he waved his mother goodbye and left for school.
Inko wasn't stupid.
She might not be the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but she knew his son was suffering. It started a long time ago, and he was six years old when the first signs were becoming evident, and ever since, she could do nothing but watch as his son's state was slowly worsening.
It started with his reluctance to talk about his time spent at school. Inko got a little worried, but she chucked it up for him simply not liking school because at the end of the day, who does?
She lived in that ignorant bubble for 2 years. Bruises that Izuku hid by wearing long sleeves. When she first catches a glimpse of a bruise, she almost floods the entire apartment. Inko begs him to tell her if everything is alright at school and even threatens to pull him, but her sweet child does not budge. So she drops it. It hurt her entire soul to do so, but she knew that if she continued to press him, he would only retract even more into himself.
His ninth birthday comes and goes, and things seem to get better. He no longer comes with his body painted with bruises. She is.. happy, even delighted, and almost everything appears to return to normal after so many years.
Then the night of his tenth birthday happens, and it changes everything.
-/-
Inko jolted up in her bed. A cold chill making its way up her spine. She was breathing erratic, and her heart felt like it was trying to rip its way out of her ribcage.
Hurried footstep near her door jolted her out of bed. Her maternal instincts quickly guided her to where Izuku was, the bathroom.
The light switch was clearly off, but a red light emanated inside.
As Inko predicted, Izuku was in the bathroom. Still, he was standing with his back to her, seemingly unaware of her presence.
"Izuku, a-are you alright, honey."
His body froze the moment she spoke. They stood in utter silence, and then he turned his head to her.
And Inko's leg gave out. The pain in her back was almost unbearable, and yet it was nothing but background static in her frantic mind. In a typical scenario, she would check if nothing was broken, but she couldn't remove her eyes from his son's face.
Two pitch-black voids with a bloodshot iris looked back. They glowed in the dark, illuminating the entire corridor in a red tint.
All of her began to shake. Sweat poured down her face and body, and a muted whimper broke through her lips. She wanted to run, scream, or even beg for forgiveness. His gaze burned her skin/
The thing wearing her son's skin opened his mouth and spoke.
G҉r҉e҉e҉t҉i҉n҉g҉s҉ ҉m҉o҉t҉h҉e҉r҉
Millions of voices spoke as one, and the entire apartment shook. The mirror exploded into thousands of pieces, and the windows of their flat cracked. It seems neverending and continues to echo even after the words have been spoken. The bellowing grated against her eardrums, and she could do nothing but cover her ears. A sound older than the stars, gods, and nightmares that once plagued the void.
Inko blacks out.
-/-
"Congratulation, everyone; you are all third-years now," Sensei Kobayashi exclaimed as he scanned the face of every student that sat before him.
Observing that not a single person was missing, he carried on, an ever-present smile stretched across his face.
"and I'm sure you all have a goal and dream in your mind, but it's time to start thinking about your futures" He paused for effect, gripping the sheets of paper in his hand.
"Yet from what I have seen, you all want to be heroes!" the teacher concluded, throwing the papers into the air.
The class erupted into fanfare, showcasing their quirk left to right.
Right as he was about to calm the class, a confidant to the point of cockyness voice rang from the back of the class.
"Sensei, don't lump me in with these pathetic rats; all of their shitty Quirks could not measure half of my power."
The owner of the voice was none other than Watanabe Shigeo, a child prodigy and the kid of one of the most politically influential men in Japan. From his birth, everyone knew he was top hero material.
His hand gestured around him as a king regarding his subject. To him, almost all of them meant nothing but stepping stones.
Second, later the entire class erupted in anger at the Watanabe, some even throwing profanity at him under their breath.
"Aiming for U.A., huh? You sure you got what it takes, Watanabe?"
The mention of his name made the boy in question's eyes snap toward the professor whit a look of confusion.
"Of course, teach, I got the grade for it, and I am the strongest in this school, so it will only fair that I pick U.A." Declared Watanabe, doing a somersault off his seat, standing proudly with his feet on his desk.
Instead of garnering the same reaction from this colleague, whispers
hummed to the classroom, confusing the boy but the mention of 'number 2' made his eyes widen whit anger.
"WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT" Each word was punctuated by bits of electricity bursting between his teeth. The tension in the room could be cut whit a plastic knife, and only two students didn't seem to be affected by this.
These two were fundamentally different from one another. One was known in the school as the most powerful, while the other weak and useless as a fly.
T̷h̷e̷y̷ ̷w̷o̷u̷l̷d̷ ̷c̷o̷w̷e̷r̷ ̷i̷n̷ ̷f̷e̷a̷r̷ ̷i̷f̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷y̷ ̷k̷n̷e̷w̷ ̷w̷h̷a̷t̷ ̷t̷h̷i̷s̷ ̷ "̷f̷l̷y̷" ̷ ̷c̷o̷u̷l̷d̷ ̷d̷o̷
The first was a tall boy whit arms the size of logs and a body with broad chiseled muscle. His eyes whit a combination of radioactive green and a slight tint of red. Despite his rather odd features, the most striking thing about the student was what he wore on his face.
Upon his face, a metal mask was mounted tightly bonded to his jawline from his nose down his chin. The metal piece was held in place by tungsten cords constrained around his teeth. His speech would generally be muffled, but his booming voice was louder than an average human, so it didn't matter all that much.
Even if the school had a dress code, he always wore a dark green coat whit a black shirt and trousers. His hands were covered by a glove made of an easily bendable metal that made them look like iron claws.
The "star" student was still screaming bloody murder, but his rant would be caught short as Kobayashi's mind had finally remembered another vital detail.
"Midoriya and Bakugo, I also recollect that you want to go to U.A. Is that true?"
This was the only information that successfully froze Watanabe, silencing him.
The class had fallen uncomfortably silent as all their eyes focused on the student's mention. Izuku felt highly awkward as the classroom stared at him in silence.
Their eyes were either filled with pity, annoyance, or disgust. Yet, none could be compared to the boiling anger in Watanaba's eyes. The audacity of pathetic Deku even thinking of applying to the same school as he filled him with a maddening rage.
A chorus of laughter echoed throughout the classroom, making the green-haired boy hide his head between his arms. Some insults were thrown around, but they meant nothing to his already low self-esteem.
"Useless bastard." The bully's presence was something he felt before he heard as electricity burst on his table, slightly frying him as a hand hit him across the chest, sending him stumbling to the ground. The blast of electricity was so powerful that smoke erupted from the table, encapsulating the boy in an ominous aura.
The words that left the boy's lips were harsh and uncaring still; they fell on deaf ears as the screaming roar of the voices hit him like a truck; not even the pills he took could hold back their unruly furry. The agony of being unable to fight back against someone who dared attack them was much harsher than any physical pain they could ever endure. Their screams and begs for Blood sounded like rotten meat and broken chalkboard tumbling into an old drier.
In the background, Izuku could make out the sound of his bully flaunting his strength, but his attention was not focused on him anymore.
"And you, why the hell do you even want to go to U.A." The other class could hear the word across the hall, yet the masked teen didn't even acknowledge the angry boy.
"Answer me, you bastard" To punctuate his anger, he punched the table beside Bakugo, making it rattle in its place.
Bakugou's calm and eery nature wasn't for one second disturbed by the commotion. Instead, he slowly turns his head to face Watanaba.
"Because I want to" The answer was simple and characteristic, but it didn't help calm the other boy, and if it wasn't for the teacher warning him that he would get detention, the conflict would have probably escalated.
With a huff, Watanaba went back to his seat, and now the only person that wasn't in their seat was the quirkless boy on the ground.
Q̷u̷i̷r̷k̷l̷e̷s̷s̷ ̷b̷u̷t̷ ̷n̷o̷t̷ ̷p̷o̷w̷e̷r̷l̷e̷s̷s ̷
"Midoriya, if you could get in your seat and stop disrupting my class, it would be appreciated." Even though not a minute ago, the "star" student was throwing a tantrum, he was the one disturbing the class.
Izuku was already used to favoritism between students. However, it still surprised him how clueless his teachers acted regarding their star student.
The surface of his desk was still searing from Watanaba's attack, but the pain in his arms as the heat scorched his skin drowned the rhythmic chant of the voices to some extent.
Midoriya stared down at his desk and fell silent.
He was scared.
He was scared that his classmate wouldn't be as "kind" as they were last year.
Scared that Kacchan would stop ignoring him and instead go back to how he was before the incident .
Scared that he won't be able to hold back the voices for much longer.
-/-
In another part of the town, chaos was brewing.
The screams of civilians could be heard all around the street as a person made out of a viscous substance was running down the road with a cash register in one hand and a black container in the other.
His snickers echo through the street as the villain feels his luck increase by the minute as no hero is in sight.
That luck was suddenly cut from the source as the familiar laughter filled the entire street with hope.
" It Is Fine Now. Why? Because I Am Here ! "
The villains could only curse and speed up as the hero gave chase.
-/-
The sound of the bell pulsed throughout the school, signifying the end of the first school day. Almost every student sighed happily as they were finally released from "hell".
Now that school was over, they could spend time with their friends and families or simply go home to sleep for the rest of the day.
All but Izuku Midorya, who now had to sneak away, hopping his bullies, have forgotten about his existence for today.
As he was about to put his leg outside the room, he felt a hand grip his shoulder and throw him back into the room.
Fuck
"Where do you think you are going?" commanded the blonde male, who looked at him with a glare.
He wasn't given a chance to struggle as Watanaba snatched away his backpack and began to rummage through it. Every book or notebook he found uninteresting was thrown to the ground without a care.
To Izuku's dismay, the only object he cared about in the entire backpack piqued the bully's interest.
"Please, Watnaba, give it back to me."
His begs fell on deaf ears as the boy smiled mockingly at him and opened the notebook on a random page, pretending to read from it.
"Hey, Watanaba, is that his diary or something," Asked one of his lackeys who stood beside, eager to see what the notebook was about
The rich boy closed the book and took a better look at its cover before laughing mockingly.
"Hero Analysis For My Future, No 13" Watanaba's words rang through the classroom, but before any of his lackeys could respond or laugh, they were cut off.
"I fucking told you to forget about this stupid "hero" dream of yours. Someone as pathetic as you shouldn't be able to even delusion themself in believing they could stand side by side with real heroes."
W̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶r̶i̶p̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶b̶o̶d̶y̶ ̶a̶p̶a̶r̶t̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶g̶i̶v̶e̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶h̶a̶n̶g̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶t̶h̶r̶e̶e̶ ̶d̶i̶m̶i̶n̶e̶s̶i̶o̶n̶a̶l̶ ̶s̶k̶i̶n̶ ̶p̶u̶p̶p̶e̶t̶
Before he could object, his tormentor's arm lit up with electricity as the notebook burst into flame from the intensity of the voltage. Izuku only watched in horror as months of work went down the drain. In one fell swoop, his notebook was thrown out the window into the fountain near the school.
"Your eyes on me, Deku, cause I am not done yet" Not a second later, the influential teen stood in front of the cowering kid as his eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Deku, people, work hard for their dreams, but that doesn't mean your hard work could ever be compared to my or any other top hero power. We, the ones who are born with talent, are the people this society needs. Your people are not needed by anyone. You're useless to the current world, so why don't you make the world a favor and kill yourself!" He echoed through the classroom, and even his trusted lackeys had the decency to look a little uncomfortable as the statement was far beyond everything the bully had said to Izuku. No, that was wrong; worst than everything they said to his face, the words they wrote on his desk or papers didn't count.
Did the flowers count?
A residing emotion lingered through Izuku's body as hate curled around his brain. He felt their anger push against his throat, so Izuku did the only thing his ragging mind could do.
He banged his teeth against one another, some of his teeth cracking in the process. The fragment of bone lingered in his mouth, but it was better than letting the voices out.
The action weirded Watanabe a bit but knowing that he wasn't used to when dealing with old creepy Deku.
As he was about to speak, he felt something impact his arm, punching him into the wall and away from Izuku. His arm felt like it was struck by thunder, a disgusting crunch resonating through the classroom.
The punch was delivered by none other than Bakugo as the sound of metal hitting flesh reverberated through the room. The wounded boy looked shocked at Katsuki as the taller boy towered over him. His green retina-burning like two stars,
"If you want to say this kind of shit, then at least sa-" That was the last thing Izuku heard as he picked up his backpack and bolted out of the classroom as fast as he could, ignoring the loud sound of electricity colliding with metal.
Once the fountain came into view, he dropped his hand and picked up the notebook. He stopped only when he was sure there wasn't a chance any of his tormentors could catch up with him.
Izuku released a bitter sigh of relief as his vision moved to look at the destroyed notebook. The texture was burned, and the pages were imbued with fish water. Giving it a squeeze, some of the water spilled onto the ground. It didn't help much, but he at least hoped some of his notes weren't affected so he could transcribe them into a different notebook.
The rest of the walk home went relatively smoothly.
That if you would call getting attacked by a villain a smooth walk.
He was so caught up in his swirling thoughts that he didn't hear the voice's warning. Not that he would have listened to them, but at least he would have been a little prepared.
"Well, how convenient. I hope you don't mind if I look at your insides!" Someone gurgles, and suddenly a thick, goopy liquid the color of a regurgitated meal surrounds him. It was churning and twisting as it covered the entrance of the tunnel.
One of his arms shoots at him, making it impossible to run or hide anywhere.
Ṯ̴̡̪̠͔̰͎̾̀̃̅h̸͉̿̐̄͒͠e̸̡̫͙̺̖̙͊̃̀ ̷͈̼̗̃̑̑̉B̸̨̝̜͉̲̝̭̞̞̖̒̈͊͋͘͠͝l̷͇̗͠ŏ̸̤͚̓̎͊̈́͑͂́͝ö̷̱̪͋̾̉̈́̽͛̓͛̕ͅd̶̝̺͙͕̫͎̮͉̻̠͑͂͗ ̶̪͍̹̌̓̍̚͝G̸̙̪͕̳̩̙͔̪̥̠̓̃͑̑́ȍ̴̮̝͎́̎̕͘͠d̶̺̼̣̩͔̓͒̀͑̆͌͒̍̚ ̶̨̟̝̳̼̿͊̓́̍̕ḑ̶̬̣͇͝ō̴̪̭̣͕̙̰̔́͋̈́͒̀͊͠è̴̢̡̯̹̞͕̠̳͋͐͐̌͘s̴̡̛̱̤͉̒n̸̳̑͆̽̈́̒͝'̸̢̛̗̠̱̜͐̒̊̾t̸̬͍͇̤͔̗̯͆͜ ̸̧̪͈̺͈͎̲̠̅͌́̅̇͂̒̚̕͜ ŕ̷͖͎̹͎̗̐̈̋̾͂̔u̸̡̪̞̲̠̰͙͔̰͌͒̋͛̓̀͂̚͝ṋ̵̡̢̝̯̘͔̼̊̀̐̄͌̿̅͜ͅ
He flails around, but the power of the slime villain overpowers him. Before he could muster a word, the villain cuts him off as a disgusting liquid flows down his throat. His brain was filling with fear as he could feel the voices twisting in his stomach, begging to be released.
And release they were .
A roar rumbled deep inside of him. Even in the face of death, he tries to suppress it, to fight, but his strength is gone. So he let it out, knowing full well the consequences.
Primordial power flares to life as it moves faster than one might blink. In seconds, his bones bend and grow at the voice's will. His teeth turn into white daggers, and his hands curl into claws. Both of his leg bones grew exponentially, shifting digitigrade. The more he changed, the more Izuku lost himself to the voices. It felt like trying to stop an avalanche with only his bare hand, but he would be damn if he lost the fight.
His maw opened wide, stretching to the point no human mouth could extend, and he let out a bellow. The sound was one of dying gods in the last second of their thought to be eternal life as they were absorbed by the might of the Blood God. The scream twisted and swirled into the air, its force alone riping the slime villain away from Izuku and sending it flying onto the concrete, splattering him. The shockwave burst all the windows in the vicinity, sending shards of broken glass into the air. The entire city block shook as cars siren blared to life and scream of frightened civilians rang.
Izuku's body automatically fell into a battling stance, his eyes glowing with a radioactive red, saliva dripping onto the ground as his vision shifted to t̶h̶e̶ ̶v̶i̶l̶l̶a̶i̶n̶ his prey.
But that won't be happening as suddenly a man jumped from the sewer and, with a mighty cry, punched the air sending shockwaves all around them.
"Texas smash"
The blow's power pushes the villain again to the other side of the tunnel. ţ̶̯̿̍͠h̵̰̤̭̤͎͎̣̍͋́̎͊̍̈͊̓̒ĕ̸̹͈͔̑̒B̶̘̹̼͓̭͗͐͜͝l̸̡̼͔̰͕͈͔͓̰͌̾͊̀o̷̢̟͍̮̘̠͔̭̫͉̾̅̌̀͋͛̆͘̕͝ơ̸͉̅̒̊͘͝͝d̶̥̹̯͙̑ ̸̖̰͎̞̦̱̘̘̥͗̈́̈G̶̢̡̼̜̠͚̍̂͐o̷͈͕̳̓͗d̵͚̒ Izuku on the other side remains standing unaffected. Although his mind was fractured,
he could still rationalize that he needed to be in control if he didn't want to fight the number 1 hero.
The voices trashed under his control but suddenly, like never before.
Then they stopped .
The boy almost lost his balance as the swirl of whispers in his mind was suddenly gone for the first time in years. His body was shaped back to normal; just like that, they were gone. In a single second, just like they came, they were gone, and now Izuku was left with more questions than answers.
He forces himself to suck in a deep breath and then let it out. Another, then another. Turning around, he came face to face with the warm smile of his hero. Without the unlimited amount of fearlessness the voices provided him, he felt small when face to face with the giant.
"Woah there! Are you alright?"
His mind went into overload, realizing that none other than All Might have seen him slightly transform into the monster that hid under his skin.
Izuku squeezes his eyes shut, inhales, and exhales.
"Please don't arrest me" It was so pathetic that usually, the voices would go into a frenzy at his cowardness. But they didn't. And it made it even worse.
The man only laughed; his catchphrase grin spread across his face
"You have nothing to worry about, young man; the entire situation was my mistake, and I take full responsibility, so you should rest assured no laws were broken in the whole ordeal."
Relief flooded through his veins as his breath finally calmed down, and as he looked for the third time at the man, he noticed a bottle with green fluid. It wouldn't have stuck out so much if it wasn't for the two eyes that stared at him. A small chuckle escaped his throat before he could catch it. All might move his gaze to where Izuku was looking as his grin widened.
"Ah, you have spotted my makeshift prison for this scummy villain; not the best, but it surely does its job."
He smiles, but it feels forced. "Thank you for saving me" He stops before shyly adding. "And! Uh, can I get an autograph?"
"Already done, little fan, but now I must go. Others need my help, and I can't keep them waiting." With that said, the man squatted, getting ready to blast from the ground.
The rush of air hitting his costume was always refreshing, but All Might be just now aware that someone else joined his ride through the air. Looking down at the screaming face of the green-haired kid.
"Hey, what do you think you are doing, I love all my fans, but this is too much," He screamed but quickly redirected himself to the nearest building, landing on its roof.
What All might didn't notice soon enough was the bottle that incarcerates the villain dropped on the ground, spilling out and releasing the sludge villain.
The sludge quirk individual didn't waste any second as he dashed through the street in search of the packages he dropped as he was making his escape from All might. The investigation was shorter than he expected it and the sight of the black container made him grin like a maniac.
Quickly opening it, he was greeted with six syringes filled to the brim with black liquid. The container was stolen from some yakuza groups trying to smuggle the drugs into the city.
The liquid held in the syringe was a powerup drug new on the market that could significantly affect one's quirk. So powerful, in fact, that every Asian county banned it.
One and you get a colossal powerup.
Two and even the weakest quirks could destroy entire buildings.
Six? Well, he was about to find out.
The syringe glass broke under the pressure of his hand,' and the dark liquid quickly leaked into his viscid body.
The pain was excruciating, to say the least, but it was quickly =overwhelmed by the feeling of unstoppable power. He felt like he was on cloud 9 as his body grew more and more by the second, not showing any signs of stopping.
"Hey, isn't that slime villain that All might be following." Moving his head to his right, he could clearly see three kids looking at him. The boys on the right and left looked in fear, contemplation, and disgust, but the one in the middle didn't seem to be intimated by his presence. His left hand was covered in a dedicated cloth which was a sign that the arm was at least dislocated.
"It seems that even All Might isn't as strong as he was in the past if this freak manages to escape." It surprised the villain how cocky the kid sounded even if he was the one at a disadvantage with one arm non-functional.
As the word left his lips, he brought his other hand up, which now burned with cricking energy, before erupting into a ball of light that zoomed into the air and hit him with vicious ferocity. The wave of energy hitting the slime villain making him stumble back as the ball burn away at his 'skin'.
If the attack hit him before he injected the drugs, he would be no doubt dead but now.
With one swoop, his hand hit the ball of energy, destroying it instantly. Before the boy could retaliate, the slime villain punched the kid with his other arm into the wall.
The building walls didn't stand a chance, as the blow was so powerful that it created an entire pathway that led directly into the street. The boy's body, who surprisingly was still conscious, was thrown right onto the street pavement creating chaos, Civilian could only watch in horror as something broke through the building like it was made out of paper.
The monster stood at the height of 45 meters, his mass alone making the building surrounding him quiver in their foundation.
Even people like Mount lady look like ants compared to the monstrosity that stood before them.
Then it spoke. Its voice was graveled and echoed in through the entire district.
"I AM DANTE. MY VOICE IS THUNDER, AND MY SPEECH IS LAW. THE WORLD QUAKES BENEATH MY WILL AS MY SKIN IS TOUGHER THAN THE EARTH ITSELF. BOW BEFORE YOUR NEW KING, OR I WILL TRANSFORM YOUR CITIES INTO DUST."
-/-
3 MINUTES BEFORE DANTE IS BORN
"So no, I don't believe you can be a hero without a quirk."
Izuku's blood froze.
no,nO,NO,NO
This wasn't supposed to be happening.
It was hard to breathe. Hard to think.
Hard to live
Izuku's legs gave up under him, the flimsy cloth of his uniform pants ripping as the rough ground drew a small amount of blood. Izuku didn't mind; that pain was nothing compared to the tormenting ache as the last bit of hope was ripped away from him.
No one believed in him.
W̵͎̘̞̫̐̌̅̀̈́͌͛̿̔̀ẹ̵̡͓̌̐̄͠ ̸̝̼̲̬̭̆͑͑͌͜͠a̶͇͈͈̒̿ľ̶̤̹̣̻̳̲̠͚ẉ̵̳͍̒́́̍̕͠a̶̘̬̝͚̤̒̾̔̊͛̈́̔̽̏͘ͅy̷̡̙̓̈́́̎͊̇̕͝ŝ̶͔͇̰̟͎̏͘ b̴̛̻̈̀̇͒̊̑̃̋e̸͉̼͎͎̭̾̅̎̊̚l̶͖̳̬̜̞̙͐̽i̸͙̙͜͝ȩ̵̛͔̗͙̝̍͗̂v̵̡̩́̒̑̏̽̏̌͐ę̸̡̝̲̞͚̰͚̯͍͗̊̾ḑ̷̛̹̎͌̈͂ ̵̠̼̘̼̮̠̗̻̍͗͛̿̀̏̂͘ḯ̷̡̙̣̼͋̍̾̊͒̉ͅņ̸̦̙̖̱̘̫̖̀̈́͌͜ ̸͉̥̙̳̬̭͙̘̭͔́y̷͎͉̳͍̹̗̣̦͊̒͆͜ợ̴̟̘̱͎͌͐͆̕̕ů̶̲͕͐̾̇ ̷̡͔̯̪̯̼͚̏͊̂̐̏̌͗̇̕͝, b̴̡̤̯̙̩̤̣̭͚̅̋̋́͠u̵̱̹̜͔̬͎̩͓͎̠̔̆̂̑̎̕̚͝ţ̴̨̦̝̭̥͔̬̘̬̌͋͒́̂̐̈́̆̋ ̸̧̤̥̣̻̜̟̹͖͌͜y̷̼͓̹͎̎͑͐̿́̐̚ő̶̮̬̞̘̾̾̓̂̏͒̎͂u̸̢͍̜̰̅̿́̾̀͘ ̵̨̖̘̱͓̥̤̟̺͔͗͐̿͆̐̿̎̚ ň̵̮̘͇̟͐͌̈̌ė̸̹̦̺̠̞̎̉̋̑̚v̶̗͓̓́è̶̠͓̉͌̉̍ȓ̶͎̏ ̶̲̞̩͖̹͉̙͌̑̓͑̋́̿͘͝͝
b̴̬͕̦̹̱̰̳͋̍̔͗̆͛͋̕͜è̶̢̯̣̫̞͆̈̐͑̌͛͊͠͠ḻ̴̨̩̱͕͍͆̄̽̀͆̇͘̚͜ͅi̴̡̧̖̰͖̥̟͓͌́̽͑̀͂̃̀͘͜͝e̵̫̘͈̲͗̈͐̈́̍̍̚̚v̶̡͗̂̌e̶͕͕̫̙͊͗̄̀͛͑̅͠d̸̪̩͈̉̆͑̔̑̎̉͘̕ ̵̨̞͕͔͈̭͎̗̀͒̔̿͊̀ī̵͚͗́̄̚ń̷̡̻̱͇̙̠̇̇͑̄̈̉̆͠͠ͅ ̶̨͔͆͌̍̀̅̉͝ ǘ̸̠̫̠͋s̷̡͍̤̥̻̀͆̈́͘
He could barely hear the words coming from the mouth of the tall blonde. His voice reverberated like a rumbling echo through the walls of his skull and sent an involuntary flinch through his body.
No one ever believed he could become a hero, not his classmates, not the kindest hero out there. And not even his mother. That poor woman he knew loved with all her heart, but he could also feel the fear radiating out of her whenever he mentioned anything about his 'quirk.'
The reality Izuku lived in made him truly broken. He no longer wanted to be a part of this cruel world.
So his last attempt was simple. He begged.
Begged the number 1 hero to lie and tell him that he can become even while quirkless.
But the man didn't. Leaving him on the rooftop alone.
So he cried. He cried for the world he imagined as a kid.
He cried for his mother for having to bear with him all this year.
He cried for Izuku, whose hopes and dreams he will leave on the rooftop, and lastly, he cried for the promise he made a long time ago.
The worst part of his miserable life?
He wasn't even weak.
He was so powerful that he could make the top heroes of the world tremble in their boots.
Y̸͉͈͎̟̘̑͊̎͊ͅo̶̢̻̻̗͎̳̦̺̅̀̏̃̅̚͠û̵̝͉̙̤͔̗̭͒͋ ̸̥̣͖̊̄̂ç̵͚̹̙̭͍̝͇͓̒a̷͉̤͍͒͂̌͋̍̂̃͝͠n̶̯̣̞̖͉͊̐̈͘ ̵̺͓͔̘̽̈́̿̀̅́ m̵̛̿͗͛͋͂̀̄̽a̴̢̞͓̤͔̽̊͝͝ķ̵̡̡̫̼̜̠̈́̃̔̄͑̉͗̋͘e̶̳̪͐͗̐͂̑͗́͝͝ ̶̘̉̔͑͛t̴̨̛̖̞͙̮́͛͌̀̂̒͐́̕ͅh̸̺̦͈̳̹̤̖̣̎̾̐ȩ̶̨̝͕̦͈̫͑͜͝ ̸̨̫̠̌̉͆́̔̊ ǵ̶͖̹͈̟̜̭̀̀̊͑̅̕͝o̵̗̲͕̭̺̲̳͕͑̿̌̑͌d̵̨͉̬͖͇͍̄̍̉̽́͊͂̚s̵͔̦͖̭͇̟̥̾ ̷̧͔̗͎̗̗͉̯̦̈̇́̌̑t̷͙̱̖͒̾́̀̏͋̀̕̕ŗ̸̛͎̝̪̣̹̻̺̹̖̆̎͐̀͛̌͗e̵͊̌͐̎͝m̷͙͓̳͍̱͖̙̎̔͑̓̂̍̆̑̐ͅb̵̜́̔̂͘l̶̨̛̬͉̲̠̭̮̫̐̂̐̽̀͑̏ẻ̶̖͓̩͙͖͇̫̪͙̝͗̔̇̇̈́͊̕ ̴̮̭̩̝̝͗ b̶̨̦͚͍͋e̷̢̙͊͋̈́̆̉͊͘͘͝f̵͙̭͕̌͘o̸̡͔̝̺̞̥͔̯̗͇͝r̵͔̦͓̯̻͚̪̺̔̀̃̈́ͅḙ̷͓̈͌̃͗ͅ y̸̨̨̝͙̣̮͈̰͙̽̈̌o̷̧͚̻̦̤̙̫͗̓́͝ͅư̶̡̤̙̭̅̊̃
But he also knew that he couldn't be a hero with the help of his power. The voices weren't some extremely powerful sentient quirk that, with time, he could learn to cooperate and fight with it against the forces of evil.
The voices were wicked beyond everything humans could ever comprehend. There was no suitable punishment for their crimes against life in any world or dimension, as their eternal hunger for Blood has brought down and enslave the gods, demon monarchs, or being that can't be described by words. The voices were an amalgamation that would not rest until they saw every reality that existed and will exist, all turned into the nothing that came before the void was a concept. Blood came as a bonus.
On the ground, All might jump into the air, the concrete breaking under him. In seconds he flew past Mustafu, unable to hear his fellow heroes' battle against a slime monstrosity.
What All might also didn't hear was the sound of a broken soul screaming for the life he never had.
He didn't hear the wails emanating from a broken boy.
And he definitely didn't hear his body splattering on the concrete below.
Notes:
Here it is, the second chapter, and I am more than hype for this fanfic. Don't forget to leave a comment because I read each one.
As for the chapter itself, well, I kinda left you all on a cliffhanger but don't worry, you will find out in the next chapter.
With that said, Bye