References to suicide,and mental breakdown
The street was covered in flames, and debris from fallen buildings littered the ground. They have been pulverized by the gigantic glob of slime that loomed over the city block. It looked like a monster ripped from a folklore fairytale that the heroes of the stories had to overcome. Everything around it was left in ruin as its mass alone broke concrete and shattered walls.
Speaking of heroes, four of them were already on the scene. Death Arms, Kamui Woods, Mount Lady, and Backdraft were all standing around, staring at the slime villain. The bravado they showcased minutes ago was gone. Their weak attempt to hurt the monster had only garnered them boastful laughs and insults.
The civilians were getting evacuated from the area; however, it would be a fruitless belief to think the monstrosity would remain in the same place until backup arrived.
Speak of the devil, the slime villain search with his eyes around the area. As soon as they landed on the panicking crowd of civilians, an animalistic sneer stretches across his 'face'.
"Running away like ants? You refuse my peace treaty and instead choose to die as cowards? THEN DON'T BLAME ME FOR THE CHOICES YOU HAVE MADE" The titan's voice shook the street as he let his body collapse on the road, breaking the roadway as pipe and concrete were ripped from the ground. The monster made his way toward the crowd, and the hero's futile attempts to stop it remain disregarded.
Another massive explosion detonated, surging throughout the streets as building collapse under their own weight.
In the crowd of panicking civilians, some lower-class heroes looked horrified. Some were already running back like cowards while others, more braved or stupid, were preparing their attack on the atrocity.
Little by little, the not fast the slime villain was slowly reaching his cackle, freezing some civilians in place.
Just then, as the low-rank hero left screamed their attack in the name of justice, one of the civilians stepped in front of them. He towered over everyone, yet the most striking feature was the metal mask covering his mouth. The person stopped everyone in their track, and some fell forward on their face.
In one single motion, the person ripped the metal gloves he wore just by clenching his fist. The tungsten joints grind against one another before exploding, sending metal fragments through the air.
Then, he was gone.
For anyone else in the crowd, it would have looked like the person teleported in front of Dante, but for some of the more experienced heroes in the group, they could barely see how the figure simply moved at a velocity, only a speed augmented user could move.
Dante's hand clamped down on him, and the entire street exploded. The shockwave traveled in all directions making some civilians stumble onto the concrete.
They could only watch in horror as the place where the most likely dead person was before now stood a crate the size of a small house. Yet they were proven wrong because the individual was in perfect condition as the dust settled. No injury coated his body, just the slimy liquid that made up the villain.
Dante's eyes widened ever so slightly as he moved closer so he could see the one that withstood one of his attacks better.
" Who are you " He demanded, his voice bursting with menace.
"Name's Bakugo" The boy's voice was almost devoid of any emotions besides some slight irritation.
" Well then, Bakugo, you seem like a perfect opponent to display my unstoppable power. Prepare to face the greatest being to walk on this earth. " As the word left its mouth, four arms expanded from its body that he brought high into the sky before swinging them down.
Just as the hands were about to plummet the boy, a small explosion burst from Bakugo's hand before all hell broke loose.
An inferno of hot furry detonated as a tornado of light and explosion engulfed the slime villain. The temperature was immeasurable as it instantly evaporated all water sources around the area, the concrete around it boiling away like liquid plastic. The temperature would have undoubtedly burned everyone around him, going as far as even killing some of them, but the hot blast wouldn't touch them as the shockwave threw them off the ground. The tornado stretched in the air, engulfing the villain in a light blanket. The wind it created ripped trees from their roots, crushing cars and pulverized windows.
The sound barrier broke away instantly, but to make it worse, the sound of Dante's scream rang louder. The slime villain begged and twisted around, trying to escape the inferno prison, but it was no use, as his fate was already sealed.
What seemed like hours of watching a man being torn apart were actually second as quickly as it began; it was gone.
The damage to that part of the city block was irreparable as everything caught in the Bakugo attack was completely wiped or burned away to a crisp.
Once reinforcements arrived, the entire situation was quickly taken care of with few casualties, thanks to the attack taking part in an almost unoccupied section of Mustafu. But in the end, the police enforcement and heroes were left with one unanswered question.
How can someone who could compete with the top twenty heroes of the world go unnoticed for so long?
H̷e̷ ̷ i̷s̷ ̷s̷o̷ ̷m̷u̷c̷h̷ ̷m̷o̷r̷e̷ ̷ i̷n̷s̷i̷g̷n̷i̷f̷i̷c̷a̷n̷t̷ ̷ m̷o̷r̷t̷a̷l̷s̷
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Sliding into the void was much easier than Izuku first thought. There was no pain or sorrow, but he got a feeling that it was due to the voice intervention.
Now that he think's about it, Izuku feels more empty than ever. It was a little strange, but nothing to whine about since now that his emotions were gone, he wasn't affected by the sight of rotting gods and unholy abominations that reside in the place beyond death.
Gods, a concept as old as humanity that manages to perpetuate through and through. Even though humans rarely laid eyes on them, somehow, through their sheer stupidity, they managed to imagine them as benevolent, even though that was far from the truth.
Unbeknownst to humanity, their actions and prayers created a new bread of gods similar to how they envision them but so different simultaneously. By humanity's grace, millions of elder new gods, demons, and nightmares were being birthed in the infernal engine that is the surface of the void.
The old ones, the gods that existed long before humanity was even a concept hide further in the dark.
They weren't a limit to how many of them could exist because, inside the void, concepts like space, reason, or logic were something to be laughed at.
There was no human logic. Geometry that shouldn't be possible rises up, extending to infinity and past feeble concepts like time, and yet the boy could comprehend it like it was simple first-grade math.
So imagine his surprise when the ever-changing void was left with almost no residence. Nearly all creatures that once lurked into the void now rested somewhere much deeper than even the grace of the void could extend. They rested in a place created by their new masters.
To get here, you would have to walk past eternity and take a break at infinity before moving into the realm of the voices.
The voices were beings made of a multitude of infinite cosmos with no form or shape. They were ripped from the void and brought into a place worse than everything humans, stars, and even gods could have envisioned. Nothing existed in their world, and yet the resident of the void were almost all found down there.
They were millions, maybe even billion of them, gods, nightmares, and abominations of infinite proportion. These deities didn't arrive at this place by choice, of course. They were a prisoner of the great war at the end of existence.
All of them were trapped in eternal torment as the voices ripped them apart, reconstructed them back again, and then repeating the process. Their pain had no logic or reason but still existed and will exist until theendofallthings .
To see all this madness is worse than death itself, yet Izuku stared at all of it indifferently.
Moving through the realm of the voice via an infinite pathway laid before him, the cries of the gods fell on deaf ears as the scenery around Izuku was much more interesting than their torment. The beginning and end of every timeline and world that had been born by the light unravel to him and only him.
The Omniverse was the name human gave to the collection of every universe, multiverse, metaverse, and dimension. Yet, down here in the realm of the voices, it looked so..little.
Suddenly something changed, and Deku held his breath as reality bent before him, and he soon found himself in a dark room. It was similar to something a king might have lived in one millennium ago. Gold was plastered on every crevice of the room, and in the middle stood a simple throne of old oak wood with no embellishments or patterns in contrast to the riches surrounding him.
A crown that burned with an infrared tint rested on the chair. The jewelry impeded in it showcased every color from cosmic radiation to the color of nuclear rays.
With each step he took, the crown lifted itself slowly in the air until it stood proudly off the ground, ignoring minor things like gravity or laws of physics.
His hand moved before his mind could, and he touched the crown just like the naive creature of the light world, not thinking about the consequences that would follow.
His mind broke .
Emotions and sounds that were suppressed by the voices bombarded him with no mercy. Izuku stumbles, coils, and vomits on the ground that now exploded under him as the room walls collapse, revealing the unblinking eyes of the voices. All of them were stacked one above the other, their mass larger than everything created and will be made in all realities and universes. Yet, even when faced with the god of all gods, the boy barely blinked. The physical and mental pain caused by the light creatures throughout his mortal life hurt worse than looking at the impossibility in front of him.
Every hit or insult thrown at him was being relieved over and over, not only his pain but the pain of every Izuku in all timelines across the multiverse. His screams and cries were drowned out by the whisper of the voices that invaded his mind, surprisingly soothering his pain.
" You heard our word, but you tried to forget, and now you must choose with great care. We have waited in the stains; desired to wipe existence until nothing remains, all of it in the name of the sound of your name. Repeat the words. Repeat the words. Repeat the words
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, and the truth will emerge."
In a twisted way, it all made sense now. As the words of the voices echo in the entire realm,destroying everything that was able to hear their call, the teen finally understands his place in existence.
All his life, he lived in the disillusion that he should be something less. He wasn't the story's hero, the protector of the innocent, or a vigilante fighting against a corrupted society. He hid like a coward behind his mortal flesh. He tried to protect humanity from the voices when in reality, the voices were just trying to protect him from the lesser beings.
But now he understood who he really was. There was no point in calling himself Izuku Midoriya because Izuku was a human who died with his dreams and spirit broken by his idols.
On the other hand, he was king of all kings, enslaver of gods, and the sentient emotions of anger, rage, and blood. He was war incarnated, the death of existence.
He was the BLOOD GOD
When that realization dawned on him, his homo sapiens brain froze, but his body already knew what his last words as a human would be.
"Blood for the Blood God"
Reality tore apart as the titan "body" of the voices collided with his body. His mouth ripped wide open as millions of them, each with sizes that dwarf infinity, boiled themself into his being. There was nothing majestic or beautiful about the process and much less when considering that something more than infinity was quickly being compressed into the body of one kid. A transformation like this couldn't exist, but in the realm of the voices, impossible was a non-existent concept.
-/-
Back into the light plane, Izuku Midoriya died; his body was left on the ground, smashed beyond recognition as his limbs were twisted like a pretzel. He died like he lived, alone and broken. This was the end of Izuku's story but the beginning of someone else.
The dead body twitched slightly before gravity hid from him as he slowly started to levitate in the air. The body became a more suitable god vessel as his legs evolved into digitigrade, claws of gold bursting from his fingers. Every part of his body became a weapon to be used in battle.
Arms capable of drowning islands, the same hand that in other realm cut a path through the armies of gods.
Legs powerful enough to move tectonic plates and claws could kill entire battalions in one swing. The green bush that once sprouted from his head was now replaced with long and pinkish hair.
His eyes shot open as the green was gone, replaced with bloodshot irises. Within that moment, he felt the dam break drowning him in the unholy power.
Izuku lost his last battle.
The Blood God roared to life .
Notes:
(chapter inspired by slide in to the void _control song)
Part 3 is out and i think i jumped so many sharks with this chapter that i couldn't count them but you should expect this kind of thing from this fanfic.
So yeah the voices are interdimensional beings that wagged war on existence and they aren't the only dsmp character who transcendent the gods themself so be prepared for some major change to the my hero academia world. Until the next chapter don't forget to leave a comment and tell me your opinion about how the story has been shaping out.
With that out of the way,see you in the next chapter