Chapter 1: The Fires of Vengeance

Touya wanted to scream. Even though his limbs burned, both figuratively and literally, he still continued to run. Away from the cursed house and the cursed man. His mind defaulted to calling Todoroki Enju his father, but Touya knew that no father, not even a bad father, would force their child to do what he did to him.

His eyes were squeezed shut as thoughts raced through his mind. Amongst the pain that ravaged his body, he worried for his family. He knew that Natsuo and Fuyumi would be fine, but by running away, Touya knew that Enji would focus all of his energy towards Shouto. Poor Shouto.

I should have taken him with me, Touya thought. He knew life on the streets would be hard for the young boy, but he knew from personal experience that being half-starved hurt less than forcibly burning yourself to a crisp while being half starved.

While he was lost in his thoughts, he slipped on a glass bottle and fell. The burn wounds across his body seared despite the rain that was pouring and Touya let out an anguished cry.

"Why?!" He shouted out to the empty alleyway. He didn't care if someone heard him. He didn't care about anything anymore. He just wanted to scream and let out the rage that had been bubbling in him for years. He slammed his fists on the wet concrete and screamed for what felt like hours. The pain that ravaged his body made every second feel like an eternity.

"God, why…" Only when Touya's throat was too sore for him to shout, he rasped one final question. "What did I do to deserve this…?"

"God can be a cruel and unjust force," Touya heard a woman's voice speak. He wanted to look up and see who was speaking, but it hurt to even move. "You can pray to him, fight for him, worship him, or live for him, but he punishes you all the same. He abandons you at your most desperate time of need. It's sickening."

An oppressive aura washed over Touya. If he wasn't already on the ground, the mere presence of the woman would have brought him to his knees. He heard the sound of metal plated boots approaching him as sweat beaded down his forehead.

"Tell me, boy," The voice spoke again as the steps stopped. Touya forced himself to look up to see the woman who was talking to him. She wore jet black plated armor that Touya had only seen in history books. Her hair was short and blonde and her skin was pale. She held a large flag and Touya didn't miss the sword that was at her hilt.

"What is it that you desire?" Her yellow eyes blazed like the sun. He saw a fire in her eyes that he was all too familiar with. The fire of rage that no amount of water could quench. He would look at Enji with that fire every time he was forced into "training". He knew he had found a kindred spirit.

"I… I want to burn it," Blue flames burst from his body as a maniacal smile split his lips. Despite the pain he felt, the flames only grew in size and temperature. "I want to burn it all!"

Despite the immense heat of his flames, the woman only smiled. Her smile was soft and caring, but her eyes portrayed a rage and a desire for vengeance that easily eclipsed Touya's own. "What is your name?"

At that moment, the boy had a choice. The choice to start anew. His smile only grew at the revelation. At that moment, the boy known as Todoroki Touya was dead, and from his ashes, a new man was born.

"Dabi," the boy finally decided, "My name is Dabi."

"My name is Jeanne d'Arc," The woman introduced herself. "Now, Dabi. Will you join me?"

Dabi didn't even hesitate. With a simple nod, he sealed his fate. Jeanne's smile only grew as she extended her arms and lifted the young man. She then turned around and stalked off with her new companion.

Jeanne d'Arc Alter had no idea what to do with the boy she carried in his arms. Soon after their interaction, Dabi had passed out in her arms. She had noticed after the flames around his body died down, his scars had only worsened. The grail had informed her of these things called "hospitals", but she wasn't sure if she could trust them.

The grail had also informed her of the existence of "heroes". Although she was rather impartial to the concept of heroism itself, she felt like people becoming heroes as a profession was akin to spitting in the face of the heroic spirits she had met and fought in the past. She didn't want to go to them for assistance either.

Jeanne heaved a sigh as she exited the twisted labyrinth of alleyways to find herself in front of a beach full of scrap metal, junk, and various other kinds of trash. She turned her head to see a sign that read "Dagobah Municipal Beach".

Although it wasn't the most luxurious of places, Jeanne knew there wasn't much of a choice. With no master and only rudimentary knowledge of the world she was summoned into, she couldn't exactly be picky. It didn't take long for her to find a worn down mattress on top of one of the piles of trash. She repositioned Dabi so she only had to use one hand to carry him and climbed up the trash heap.

Once she got to the top, she grabbed the mattress and tossed it down the small hill. Thankfully, it landed on solid ground. She made her way down to the mattress and gingerly laid Dabi down. She sat down beside the boy and looked around.

For the first time since she was summoned, she had time to think about her predicament. She was summoned in one of the many alleyways of Musutafu city with no master and no purpose. The grail provided her with information of the world, like it was supposed to, but she wasn't given a purpose or a reason for her summoning. She was considering her next course of action when she heard Dabi's anguished cries.

Her first choice was to continue the war she had waged against God, but the grail had informed her that religion had mostly died out decades ago with the emergence of quirks. The grail didn't give her a specific reason why religion had all but died out, but she knew that her war would but next to impossible to wage.

Without the driving force of her being, Jeanne was lost. She didn't have a target to release her hatred upon. She heaved another sigh and looked at Dabi.

Maybe he… Jeanne saw the hatred in his eyes when he smiled. She felt it gather into her as he spoke. As an Avenger class servant, the rage and hatred of people would be gathered into her, and the boy had so much for one so young.

Yes. He will be more than enough, Jeanne decided. With God all but dead, she needed to find a new target for her vengeance, and Dabi had provided her with one.

Whoever the boy had swore vengeance to will burn. Jeanne d'Arc Alter, the Avenger class servant, will make sure of that.