Centuries ago, there existed seven witches. Each witch correlating to a specific sin.
The first witch, The Witch of Greed, held a thirst for knowledge that remained unquenchable regardless of how much she learned.
The bountiful wisdom that she held attracted others, scores of men and women who did seek her favor.
The second witch, The Witch of Wrath, cared about nothing more than healing the physical ailments of wounded or sick people that she came across in her travels.
She cared not for conflict and seeked to heal all those in need that she could find.
The third witch, The Witch of Sloth, was the very embodiment of the sin that she represented.
She was so lazy that rarely ever did anything that wasn't relaxing.
The fourth witch, The Witch of Gluttony, was a ravenous girl who had a bottomless stomach that always craved sustenance.
It didn't matter what she ate; animals, furniture… people, she was never satisfied.
The fifth witch, The Witch of Pride, was a girl with a strong, but black-and-white sense of justice.
As judge, jury, and executioner, she traveled the land conducting massacres with her own brand of justice.
The sixth witch, The Witch of Lust, was a beautiful woman with no interest in love.
Despite this disinterest, she still recognised the importance that love had on life and would help people realize the love that others had for them if they couldn't notice it themselves. Her captivating beauty was the catalyst for many conflicts where whole factions or even nations would war for the right to possess her.
This leaves the seventh witch, arguably the most infamous of them all.
The Witch of Envy.
The most powerful of the seven witches, it was to no one's surprise that it was she who murdered the other six and began the series of world-changing events which would, in time come to be known as The Great Calamity…
The sound of battle was a distinctive one.
Steel meeting steel.
Steel meeting flesh.
The crunch of bone under iron.
The squelch of muscle and sinew under the pressure of a heavy club or a mace.
And miles out from the capital of The Dragon Kingdom of Lugunica, there was battle.
Clash!
Danse Macabre.
A grim but beautiful waltz between a pair who wished for nothing but to emerge the victor in the violent romp that was their engagement.
One half of the pair was a swordsman with a head of wild green hair. His build seemed slim under his white attire, but strong and steady. He was a bit on the shorter side, maybe 166 cm.
The other half was a woman, slender and armed with a pair of knives. Her skin was an usual pale that clashed against her dark skin tight ensemble beneath a heavy black cloak.
Clang! Clang! CLASH!
The black-clad woman, with angled eyes that presented a level of calm and gentleness that betrayed the situation at hand, offered the green-haired man in white an almost kind smile.
"I enjoy the time that we spend together." She said, the tone of her voice a few degrees shy of warm, "A first love like this is one that even most noble women could only dream of."
CLASH! CLANG! CLASH!
The greenette grimaced, deflecting another lightning fast strike aimed at the inside of his knee, the sheer distaste on his face shown for all the world to see.
"If this is what you think love is, the way you hate must be twisted beyond belief."
A bell-like giggle mixed with the sound of clashing steel, as the sensual woman dodged the counter strike from her quarry and slashed at the wrist of his sword hand.
"Maybe so. Though you'd be hard-pressed to say that you're not just as twisted, if not more~"
It missed by a hair's breadth, the red cuff splitting from the white sleeve.
The woman advanced suddenly, the blade in her right hand in an arc toward her opponent's torso-
CLASH!
-it was stopped dead by the swordsman's blade.
The two blades clattered against each other as venomous green eyes glared into pleasant purples which seemed more black in the dark of the night.
It was so very strange that despite the hostility and killing intent aimed directly at her, the woman could smile so sincerely, with a look in her eyes so akin to genuine affection.
"That hatred in your eyes, the way you don't even try to hide your disgust for me, it's beautiful. Made even more beautiful in the way that you hide nothing with these feelings. No attraction, no fear, it only makes me want to look deeper into you. To see everything that you have inside, the deepest love and affection that I can give you… is to disembowel you here and now."
CLAP!
The greenette gripped her left wrist tightly, feeling the muscle in his grasp tensed from the quick swing at his abdominals that the assassin before him had taken.
"Don't think that the same trick will work on me twice, Elsa."
The woman, Elsa, smiled as she had been for most of the encounter.
"The same trick? I think not."
No sooner had the words left her mouth did he feel it.
It was faint at first, a light warm tingle that began at the edge of his wrist.
Thud!CLATTER!
Not longer after, the pain exploded, and his sword clattered to the ground, his hand still attached.
To his credit, the green-haired swordsman didn't scream or cry out at the sight or feeling of his appendage falling independently of his arm, instead with his grip still iron-tight on Elsa's wrist, he drove his forehead forward into the bridge of her nose-
CRACK!
His face found purchase.
Unlike the young man, who remained silent from his wound, the woman let out a erotic moan of pain as blood gushed from the then likely-broken cavity.
SHINK!
Unfortunately, this wasn't enough to stop the blade in her hand from flashing against the greenette's stomach. This time, landing its mark.
He could feel it, the heat in his body leaving him on the cool night as the blood spilled from his split torso.
"Ah, there it is."
The adrenaline in his body was leaving him, he could feel the pain crash into him all at once like a Giant's club had impacted his torso.
His breaths were unsteady and his vision began to swim and fade.
His strength left him soon after, his legs giving out, forcing him to his knees as his internal organs began to spill onto the grass not long after.
Elsa knelt down with him, looking from his eyes to his stomach and back again, her pleasant smile only growing by the second while crimson ichor flowed from her nostrils.
"I wouldn't try the same trick on you again. Not in the same way at least. I'm a professional, always improving. Even though this was a something of a pleasure visit, I couldn't help myself when I saw you. Your bowels just seem to captivate me, no matter how many times we do this."
Her eyes trailed over the pile of entrails on the ground.
A morbid scene to anyone who could see it, but from where the greenette could see, the dark voids that were scanning him and his gore, he could not only see that she wasn't disturbed-
She took the greatest pleasure in all that she was doing.
Elsa turned her eyes to his other hand, which was gripping onto her so weakly that a simple shake would've slipped it.
SHINK!
She did not choose a simple shake.
"That said though, I do have actual business to attend to. You'll fade soon enough, but I'll be excited to see you again."
Her face came incredibly close to his, with what little feeling he had left, he could feel her dance across his lips.
He could see each individual wave in her dark hair, the beauty spot just below her left eye, her nose which didn't seem broken at all.
Her face pushed forward, lips brushing against his own briefly.
It made him feel sick, but he couldn't push back to get her away from him.
All he could hear in his ears was the sound of her gentle voice.
"I'll see you again soon, Immortal."
Those were last words he heard that night before a kukri ripped its way through the bottom of his jaw, through bottom of his mouth, his brain, and then the roof of his skull.
The swordsman, Izuku Midoriya, died that night.
In the morning, a bloodied green-haired swordsman dressed in white, walked into the Capital of The Dragon Kingdom of Lugunica with a sour look on his face.
This is where our story begins.