v.2 proofread by Andy1997
Rated M for Ultraviolence. No happy endings here, ladies and gentlemen…
Davoth's grasp for power bent the walls between realms. His growing hordes defeated many deputies and lesser gods the Father created. As they were absorbed by Davoth, his strength grew far beyond what the Father placed in him…
The Number One Pro Hero felt the blood spray onto his face and mat his blonde hair as he put his fist through yet another alien's power armored chest, before pulling it out so fast the human alien was sent flying over his shoulder into the air and hitting the side of a building in the distance. He jerked his head to the side to avoid another plasma energy spear and brought his knee up to snap the flimsy steel in half, then countering with a haymaker that caved his enemy's skull in through his red warrior's helmet and sent him bouncing across the ground and into a car, the resulting alarm drowning out his screaming.
Yagi Toshinori – All Might - remembered that it had been during that ill-fated Forest Training Camp when the invaders arrived. Their spaceships descended from the sky – vast, red, and evil. And straight out of tears in reality itself, millions of these demonic-looking techno warriors marched through Musutafu decked out in their high-tech red power armor, carrying all manner of terrible, glowing weapons – swords, spears, shields and energy weapons
The world they hailed from called Jekkad, and they referred to themselves as the Immorans. The invaders incessantly gave reverence to their 'Primeval' when they began their slaughter of Musutafu, making short work of the Self-Defense Force and any Hero that stood against them before they set upon the terrified civilian populace, all the while holding standards and banners.
And now here he was, surrounded by the corpses of hundreds of these invaders and many more Pro Heroes, himself covered head to toe in their blood, his blood, and the blood of the many people – civilians and heroes alike – that he had failed to save.
"...All...Might?"
And there was Endeavor, kneeling on the ground some feet away with dozens of energy spears embedded in him and surrounded by the charred corpses of the countless Immorans he incinerated. Blood poured from his wounds in torrents and ran from his mouth as he tried to speak again, but failing that as his life, and blood, finally ran out and he died, still kneeling.
Judging from the movements of his mouth, All Might thought his last words must have been 'Rei.'
Then he heard the voice. That dark, evil voice.
"All Might!"
And stepping over the bodies of the dozens of other heroes he had already slaughtered was their leader himself – the Dark Lord – encased in his towering red powered suit armed with two massive guns on the back, his terrible mark emblazoned on the chest plating, his horn-like antennas giving him the appearance of a demon. His gauntlet was drenched in blood as he grasped the severed torso of the Number Five Pro Hero, the Rabbit Hero Mirko, around the neck, her arms and left ear severed and her mouth open in a silent, agonizing scream. All Might could only manage an angered scowl as he stood there in the middle of the street, ankle deep in bodies, tearing the last of the spearheads that had been embedded in his flesh after his charge against a formation of spearmen.
The Dark Lord tossed Mirko's corpse aside as he stepped forward, his honor guard with their blazing energy lances keeping their distance behind him.
"All Might. Ever since I set foot on this world, the peoples hear speak of you as if you were their champion. As if you were a god." He narrowed his eyes. "But a god does not stand before me. Only a man." He snarled, "A dying man."
Ever since the media had its first glimpse of this villain that looked like he was the antagonist of a science fantasy novel, they had dubbed him a variety of names but the ones that stuck out the most was The Supervillain – the ultimate evil leagues above even All For One himself, above every villain to ever exist ever.
Gritting his teeth as he bared the pain of a hundred cuts and slashes all over his body from the Sentinel's swords, axes, and spears, he forced out, "Dying, am I?"
"That is what your nemesis told me, before I extinguished him from this plane."
"..." so, All For One had fallen after all.
"And your protégé."
"...Midoriya?"
"That is his name,"the Dark Lord said, his eyes becoming redder. "The boy was courageous enough to resist answering my questions for as long as he did. But everyone has their breaking point, especially where...loved ones are concerned."
All Might's eyes widened in horror.
His tone of voice became, judgmental, "A child even more so, with the burden of such power placed upon his shoulders-"
The Dark Lord raised his left hand to catch All Might's haymaker, the Pro Hero closing the distance as he went for his helm. The demon narrowed his eyes and countered with an uppercut, All Might barely managing to avoid as he leant back, feeling the wind graze his skin as the Dark Lord's mechanical fist skimmed past him. The Dark Lord slammed himself shoulder first into the Pro Hero, hard enough to sending him skidding some distance away, his feet leaving a trail into the asphalt before him.
All Might gritted his teeth, feeling like his shoulder was on fire. Not because of a possible fracture, but something else, whatever it was that emanated from the Dark Lord. His energy. Life force. Ki. Killing intent. Whatever it could be described as, All Might could feel it, and it was evil.
"What is your name?" the Dark Lord inquired.
"...what?"
"All Might is not your real name, is it?"
"It's not."
"Tell me, then. Tell me the name of the one who dares stand before me."
"Yagi Toshinori."
"I...am Davoth."
Davoth?
The evilest fucking name All Might had ever heard.
"Why have you come here?" All Might asked. "Why have you done all-?"
All Might was silenced when it was Davoth's turn to close the gap between them in a heartbeat, raising his right elbow to guard against Davoth's armored fist, wincing when he felt the bone fracture.
"For power," Davoth answered, stoic. Enough for All Might's heart to stop beating for a second, "Yours."
Davoth followed up with a front kick to the left side of his ribs, winding him long enough to land another hook to his face hard enough to send him flying, and straight through the wall of a building and into its lobby. Davoth stormed right after him. It was then that he drew what the media dubbed as the 'Evil Blade', a blazing red energy sword, its hilt resembling the stuff of nightmare. He gripped it tightly with purpose in his left gauntlet, his right arm generating an energized shield.
"Show me your power! Show me your might!" Davoth bellowed. "Make it worth my time setting foot on yet another accursed-"
"DETROIT SMASH!"
Davoth dug his mechanical heels into the ground to withstand the shockwave resulting from All Might's fist slamming into his shield.
"'Another'?" All Might cried as he slammed himself into the Dark Lord's mechanical suit. "How many-?"
"Silence!" the Dark Lord exclaimed, pushing back harder against All Might, raising his right gauntlet and wrapping his massive mechanical fingers around the back of his head and slammed him into the ground. Bringing his boot down on All Might's back he pinned him down into the asphalt. "I will not have my victory tainted by self-righteous words uttered by yet another fool-"
"ENOUGH!"
Digging his fingers into the asphalt, All Might pushed himself up from the ground hard enough to send Davoth stumbling backward and followed up with an uppercut to the Dark Lord's torso, hard enough to lift him a few inches off the ground. Davoth engaged his shield and swung it with intent to bisect him. All Might countered by focusing One For All into his right elbow and slammed it into the shield. Coupled with the Hell energy emanating from his opponent's shield, he felt like he had just disintegrated the bone in his elbow, but the blow was hard enough to again stagger the Dark Lord, leaving him open.
"YOU COME HERE BRINGING DEATH AND YOU DARE CLAIM SUPERIORITY OVER YOUR VICTIMS!?" All Might bellowed. "THIS CANNOT STAND!"
Davoth was heard to chuckle, "Show me."
WHAM!
Another massive blow to the Dark Lord's chest plating caused him to practically slide right through the wall of the building they were in and send hordes of Immorans flying as he was knocked about several dozen yards, all the while still standing and leaving a trail before himself. He reengaged his shield in time to tank another punch, bashing All Might back and following up with a slash of his sword that All Might leapt over and countered with a high kick to Davoth's head, which the Dark Lord caught. Wrapping his gauntlet around All Might's foot he smashed the Symbol of Peace repeatedly into the ground, into the nearest building wall before hurling him into the closest high-rise; the impact hard enough to slice it in half.
While his army scattered and ran for cover, Davoth just stood there as the building collapsed over him. And when the dust settled, he was still standing unfazed.
"…."
He took a step forward toward the ruins, his sword still ablaze with intent to finish off the so-called Symbol of Peace and claim his power for himself. The face plating of Davoth's armor retracted to reveal the very human looking face of a man that belonged to a hero rather than a villain – with his short brown hair, rugged-looking face, and strong jawline, which was offput by the hellish blood crimson in Davoth's eyes.
He didn't have to walk far…
"RAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGHHH!"
…All Might tearing ass right out from underneath the ruin, levelling the hardest blow he could muster that shattered Davoth's shield…
"Wha-?!"
…and making impact with his face. He unleashed a hail of frenzied blows against the Dark Lord's head and chest…
"I WON'T LET YOU SPREAD YOUR DARKNESS OVER ANOTHER WORLD!"
...before putting all he had left into that one last punch, one that he had been saving for none other than All For One...
"UNITED STATES-"
...into Davoth's armored head hard enough...
"-OF SMASSSHHHHHHHHH!"
...to knock him down into the ground, the steel warping and splitting from the contact; the winds powerful enough to send everything flying around them, including the Immoran warriors that surrounded them. All Might found his vision obscured by the dust, feeling his shattered right fist pain him.
He knew his was finished. That last ember of All For One was all but extinguished, no other Pro Heroes were left alive in the area which left him at the non-existent mercy of the legions of Immora surrounding him. But at the very least their leader, their strongest...
"UMPH!"
...suddenly wrapped his massive gauntlet around All Might's head. All Might was shocked to see that all his power managed to accomplish was a black left eye and a nosebleed. Growling in rage, the Dark Lord lifted All Might into the air as he slowly stood back up, reigniting his sword…
"I'LL RIP YOUR POWER RIGHT OUT OF YOUR BROKEN MORTAL FORM!"
…and running All Might through with it, the business end jutting out the opposite end of his back. Coughing up blood and smoke, he found himself lifted off the ground for a few more seconds before the Dark Lord let him fall back to the ground, as the thin, emaciated shell of a man he really was. Disbelief crossed Davoth's face as he saw the true form of this world's champion, quickly morphing into a disgusted scowl.
Forcing himself to sit up in spite of the broken bones swimming about in his ribs and his legs, Toshinori looked all around at the devastation wrought all around them. "All this...why?"
"Vengeance."
"I...I..."
"Against those who betrayed me."
Toshinori couldn't help but stare in disbelief, "You...how can...you've caused so much-"Davoth glared down at him, daring him to finish that sentence. Toshinori glared, "...over the corpses of thousands of innocent people-"
"..." Davoth scowled. "What are thousands compared to the billions whose ashes are scattered amongst countless other realms that I have already snuffed out in pursuit of the power I need? I if so demand it, the ashes of billions more will scatter before my feet. " He narrowed his eyes, "And what are you but another misguided, arrogant soul who thought they could stand against me?"
"...s-stop...""
Davoth paused when he heard that weak voice and the alarm on Toshinori's face. He scowled, most likely in disgust, as the boy he had tortured limped toward him, the Immorans stepping aside and giving him a wide berth. He let go of Toshinori's uniform and letting his broken, defeated body drop to the ground.
He recalled what the interrogators had done to the protégé. The runes were still carved all over the boy's flesh – the kind that inflicted pain. And here he was fighting through it all. Another one of this world's pitiful child warriors that thought they could stand against a god. Just like that little blonde, gutter-mouthed fool that tried to pull his own last stand against his legions, but eventually fell to the blades of Immora.
His last words were to call every last one of them, quote, 'You death metal lookin' motherfuckers...'
"…M-Midoriya…" Toshinori cried. "R-run…"
The boy – Midoriya - shook his head, channeling One For All into his legs for one last strike. The Immorans pointed their spears at the rookie as Davoth narrowed his eyes warningly at the youth.
"Don't."
Izuku felt tears in his eyes, knowing there was no way he was going to survive this.
"YAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Davoth didn't bother to reignite his sword as the bloodied, broken youth leapt his way, raising his shattered left hand as he attempted to throw a punch directly at his face…
(A Decillion Years Later…)
"…."
The Slayer found himself in what looked like a blasted, ruined city where he noticed what appeared to be a red boot half-buried in the rock. Tearing it right out of the ground he expected there to be a foot bone in there, but it was empty. He held it up close to his visor, judging from the size of it had to have belonged to a child, at least a young adolescent. And judging from the amount of steel within it
"…."
He didn't drop it as if it were junk, he gently put it back on the ground and continued on his way, leaving it with the thousands upon thousands of demonic corpses he left in his wake, ejecting the spent shells from his super shotgun and slapping in a pair of fresh ones.
Whomever this kid had been, he was just one more soul that had to be avenged.
A/N: I'm back, and I felt like settling back into fan fiction by writing a MHA/DOOM Crossover oneshot…with Davoth taking center stage. The opening paragraph was a excerpt from the Codex from The Ancient Gods Part I, and that made me wonder: How many realms did the Dark Lord conquer and how many heroes did he consume before he was put away?
My head-canon: the Dark Lord consumed a lot of worlds…and a lot of your favorite heroes tried to stop him. Key word: Tried.
