Chapter 11: The Sorrow of the Excommunicate

Izuku was honestly very tired of being introduced to the ground. Surely it knew who he was at this point, considering how many times Justice had effortlessly sent him sprawling to the floor. Honestly, it was amazing that he hadn't given up yet.

"Again," Justice instructed, waiting for Izuku to pull himself up from the mat of the sparring ring. He climbed to his feet, breathing heavily. His entire body was sore after hours of repeated punishment from the former High Prosecutor, but yet he still stood, eyes blazing with determination. She grinned at him, excitement overcoming her.

"I gotta say, I'm impressed. You passed the point where Judgement tagged out on her first training session," she commented, sparkles manifesting around her as she readied herself. Izuku braced himself for whatever brutal beatdown she was about to give him, but she did not approach him. "It also makes me a bit worried about your sense of self-preservation. Your pain tolerance is much higher than I thought it would be."

Izuku didn't respond. He just glared at her, arms raised in a battle stance. Justice sighed and shook her head. She was very familiar with this bull-headed attitude, especially when it came to serious matters. She wasn't sure if Lucifer had rubbed on him, or if Izuku had always been like this. Judging by the fact that he was still standing, pain was no longer a deterrent from training.

"You need a break, Midoriya."

He shook his head. "I can do this all day."

"I know," she replied somberly. "Which is why I'm resorting to desperate measures."

Justice hooked her thumbs under the sports bra she was wearing and pulled up, flashing him. Izuku immediately turned red and his eyes locked onto her bare chest, which turned out to be a fatal mistake. Justice capitalized on his distraction and suddenly materialized in front of him, driving her fist into his gut. He grunted as she easily sent him sprawling to the ground, groaning in pain. Justice readjusted her bra and smirked, helping Izuku to his feet.

"You're going to need to learn how to deal with opponents who flash you. Think of this as an introductory lesson."

"That-" Izuku coughed, "Wasn't fair!"

"Oh, I know. But the people you'll be fighting out there as a hero won't play fair, Midoriya," Justice refuted, gathering her things as both of them headed for the door of the training room. "You need to be ready for anything. Speaking of which, you should hit the shower. Hot water will help with all the bruises you have."

"What about you?"

"I'll take mine after you're done. Just tell Mamadoriya I'll be late for dinner, alright?"

"Will do!" he called as he stepped into the hallway. He walked toward the bathroom, contemplating the changes that had occurred in the past month. Turns out that when you come from Hell with a group of demon girls and an angel with you, things tend to get a bit weird. Go figure. On the first day after their new roommates had arrived, Inko had immediately set up rules, some of which were absolute and non-negotiable.

These rules included things like no swearing around Eri, no smoking or excessive drinking in the house, and the rule that everyone participated in chores, no exceptions. Failure to do so would result in having a chat with Mamadoriya, which even Izuku still had flashbacks about. Other rules included chore division, a weekly schedule of events, and a shower schedule, which Inko had also cracked down on, somehow even managing to get Cerberus to comply.

It was honestly amazing to Izuku that his mother could wrangle demons and angels into a schedule and enforce the rules that she had drawn up without much issue. There had been a few hiccups here and there in the first two weeks, but afterward, there had been no issues.

Izuku made a mental note to ask his mother if it was possible to learn her power.

As he approached the bathroom, the door opened and Lucifer stepped out with her hair up and clad only in a towel, her skin glistening with steam and water. It appeared that she had just come out of the shower. She looked over to Izuku and smirked when she noticed his breath hitch.

"Hello there."

"CEO Lucifer, you are a bold one." Izuku responded, a smile crossing his face as he approached her, earning a smirk from his taller girlfriend. She stepped closer to kiss him, and suddenly the three-headed embodiment of chaos rounded the corner and charged past them, knocking both Lucifer and Izuku to the ground.

"Sorry!"

"Not sorry!"

"We have to use the bathroom!"

They slammed the door shut, leaving Izuku on the ground with his eyes wide. Lucifer was just as wide-eyed as he was, a blush slowly building in her cheeks as she released that she was practically naked atop of him. Her eyes followed his gaze, and she froze like a deer in headlights when she realized where he was looking.

"B-Boobs."

"Y-Y-You PERVERT!"

Lucifer screamed in embarrassment, slapping Izuku out of instinct and rushing to their room, slamming the door behind her as he laid there on the ground, not understanding what just happened. Justice, Zdrada, and Pandemonica came rushing to the scene, finding their stunned host in the midst of a dazed reckoning. They each looked at each other, and Zdrada's trademark sly smile stretched across her face.

"Wow, Midoriya. I didn't realize you were a Peeping Tom. If you wanted to look at demon titties, all you had to do was ask~."

Izuku gave her the desired reaction almost immediately. He sputtered, turning bright red and letting out an embarrassed groan that was on par with Lucifer's scream, dashing into the bathroom right as Cerberus exited it, pushing them out.

"Fantastic. Now we have two embarrassed sunshine children locking themselves in rooms. Do you have anything to say for yourself, Zdrada?" Pandemonica asked, glaring at the Bitch Demon. She laughed and would've blown smoke in Pandemonica's face had Inko not set the no-smoking rule. "Hey, I just said what was on my mind."

In the background, Eri, Judgement, Azazel, Malina, Modeus, and Justice took a seat to watch the drama, passing around a bag of popcorn. Pandemonica snarled in Zdrada's face, earning another shit-eating grin. "Your utter lack of proper etiquette and manners is honestly astounding. How have you managed to live this long, brat?"

"Ooh, big words. Did I piss you off?"

"Keep up your japes and I will put that foul tongue of yours to good use. Do not test my patience unless you are prepared to deal with the consequences."

"Ha! What are you going to do, punish me? Please, I've been a very bad girl~."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Pandemonica asked, her tail flicking around in excitement. "Luckily for you, I'm in a good mood."

With that, she roughly grabbed Zdrada by the horns and dragged her out of sight, closing the door to her room with one final glance to the audience, including Eri, who had no idea what they were saying do Icchan covering her ears, following with Nicchan covering her ears, Sacchan covering her ears, and finally Justice covering Sacchan's ears.

"Well then," Justice said, turning and seeing Azazel blushing up a storm. The angel was scribbling notes into her notepad faster than Justice could think, and she supposed it didn't matter. "That was interesting. Who wants to help me talk Lucy down from doing something rash out of embarrassment?"

Eri raised her hand, looking up at Justice with apprehensive eyes. She still hadn't smiled since her sudden appearance in Hell, which worried the girls, but she was still a joy to be around with her big curious eyes and quiet questions. Justice scooped up, making sure that she was comfortable before moving to Izuku and Lucifer's room.

"Remember, no puppy dog eyes until I give you the signal."

Eri nodded, and together, they entered the bedroom, closing the door behind them. Izuku came out of the bathroom a second later, clad in only a towel as well. He turned and saw the rest of the girls gathered nearby and cocked his head curiously.

"What'd I miss?"

"Tell me, what is Will?" Justice asked, having Izuku sit cross-legged from her. It had been about two months since the girls had arrived, and every single day of those two mouths, Judgement had trained his body after Justice was done introducing him to the ground. Two months, and he had yet to land a single hit on her. It was frustrating, but she admired his tenacity. It reminded her of herself when she was younger.

Izuku thought about her question, remembering what Azazel had told him back in the circle of Heresy. "Will is the driving force behind the actions of an individual."

"In layman's terms, yes," Justice said, leaning forward. "Will, in essence, is the physical manifestation and representation of oneself."

"Similar to the Ego?" Izuku asked, remembering some of Sigmund Freud's teachings. The man was a bit crazy, but his theories had plausibility to them.

"Kind of," Justice conceded, "It's more like the ability to exert one's Will upon reality."

Izuku stopped for a moment, blinking rapidly. He was confused about that. The ability to exert one's Will upon reality… what did that mean? He thought back to how early man was really at a disadvantage when it came to the food chain. Had it not been for tools, humans, as they were now, would not exist. It simply wasn't possible-

Wait a second.

Tools.

The very means in which early man seized their means of survival. It all made sense now. Individuals used their Will to create. Justice looked at Izuku and smiled, seeing that he understood. She nodded, impressed at how quickly he had grasped it. "You figured it out, huh?"

"I think so," he responded. "We use our Will to affect reality and bend it to our liking."

"Exactly!" Justice exclaimed, giving him a thumbs-up. "So now that you understand that fundamental piece of Will, let me show you something. Have you heard of Street Fighter?"

"Yes."

"Good. This makes it easier," she said, standing and picking a wall that looked like it could withstand a good-sized energy blast. She took a deep breath and composed herself, gathering her Will from within herself. A powerful aura burst into being around her. Izuku could feel the determination and power radiating of Justice. She cupped her hands together, forming a small blue energy sphere in her hands before extending her arms out quickly and screaming at the top of her lungs, "HADOUKEN!"

The Hadouken sailed from her hands and rapidly closed the distance to the wall, exploding into a whirlwind of energy and light, accompanied by a loud boom. Izuku let out a yelp of surprise as the accompanying dust cloud washed over him, blocking his view. The wind stopped after a few seconds and revealed Justice standing in a victory pose, looking very badass.

"Di-Did you just Hadouken?!" Izuku squeaked, his mouth hanging open in shock. "How is that even possible?!"

"Easy. I just used my Will Power."

"Your willpower?"

"It's two words, but close enough," Justice replied, taking a seat in front of Izuku. "So. Before you can properly train your Will Power, you need to do two things. One, toughen your body. Yes, that is why I beat you into a pulp so many times. Two, you need to know the basics of Will and find your Affinity."

She held out a few fingers, listing them. "There are three different categories of Will. Internal, External, and what I like to call Mobility. Internal is the Will that governs the self. Generally speaking, any ability that enhances or modifies the body goes here. Malina sharpening her claws, for example."

Justice smirked at the sound of Izuku writing furiously in a notebook. She chuckled to herself and continued. "External is the Will that governs everything other than the self. Most abilities that affect an external source of power are this. Zdrada controlling fire and smoke is an example."

"Now, the third category is a bit of an oddball. This is because the original word that was used for it has long since been lost to time, or at least that's what Lucy says. In essence, Mobility is the Will that governs the mechanical aspects of reality. All the stuff in between Internal and External goes here, as well as any ability that technically affects both at the same time. Cerberus' three bodies are an example. The reason I call it Mobility is because it's most commonly used to enhance speed."

Justice waited until Izuku had finished writing before moving on. "Now, as you might have noticed, those categories are pretty vague and ill-defined. That's because those are the basics, the barebones explanation for what Will is. There are schools of thought that have defined Will into, like, 108 different categories before. But the oldest school of thought teaches that Will is defined into those three categories. Because they're ill-defined, it gives the user breathing room for them to get more creative. Their Will is not limited by their minds."

Izuku nodded thoughtfully as he continued writing jotting notes down at a truly staggering pace. Justice idly wondered if Izuku even noticed he was using his Will to reinforce the pencil and the notebook, increase his writing speed, and boost his comprehension. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Will Affinities are a being's natural inclination towards one category of Will or the other. Sometimes it's only by a small amount, which are called Minor Affinities. Sometimes they're like me, somebody who has a really strong affinity towards one category. We call those Major Affinities."

"This brings me to the next fundamental thing about Will, the stronger you are in a category, the weaker you are in the other categories. As an example, look at me."

Izuku snapped his head up to stare incredulously at Justice. She laughed. "What? It's true! I've got a Major Affinity for Internal Will! But I know what you're thinking. 'But she's so fast', right? Well, that's actually because of my Will Power. See, Will Powers are Will made manifest. You can actually choose a lot of what your Will Power will be, though some beings are just born with theirs. And Will Powers are special because by placing restrictions and limitations on the Power, or on yourself, you can make up for the difference for categories other than your own."

Justice smirked and puffed out her chest. "My Will Power is called Awe for the Just . So long as I am appropriately dramatic and awesome, my strength and speed are boosted up to a hundredfold!"

"That's so cool! You're just a hero, except you have to pose more and be more dramatic and have a catchphrase-" Izuku geeked before freezing midsentence. He chewed his lip in thought, trying to figure where he had seen this behavior before. He asked hesitantly; "...so you're an anime protagonist?"

"I… think so?" She replied, unsure. "Hell really doesn't get a lot of anime. The last one I ever remember hearing was uh… I think it was 'Fist of the North Star?' That was really good. Oh! There was another one about this kid who'd been shunned by society for his whole life due to having this fox demon living in him! What was it, what was it-"

"Naruto?"

"YEAH, NARUTO!" She shouted excitedly, slamming her hand into the ground. "I always thought it was really cool to hear him fight with his jutsus and kunai and seals and," she imitated the gesture used to form a Rasengan in her hands, alarming Izuku. "Rasengan!"

The blue energy ball associated with the move suddenly formed in Justice's hands. She looked down in alarm and panicked. "OH SHI-"

She tossed it against the wall and created another anime-worthy explosion and dust cloud. Footsteps sounded from the outside, quickly approaching the room from the hall. Lucifer threw open the door with Judgement and Pandemonica right behind her, eyes flicking about and searching for danger. "What the Heaven is going on in here?!"

Justice looked at her sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. "I think I got a little carried away…"

Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She obviously had something to say, but decided to forgo it, checking the extra-dimensional training room for damage. It wouldn't do to destroy the Earth by accidentally causing a pocket dimension to implode and take half the universe with it. That was the last thing she needed to add to her list of paperwork.

She quickly surveyed the room and appeared satisfied with the walls, not seeing any signs of damage requiring her immediate attention. She redirected her gaze back to Justice, who chuckled nervously. Lucifer wanted to be mad at her for being so reckless, but as she looked at her old friend, she found herself unable to even muster the slightest bit of irritation.

"I really hate how I can't stay mad at you."

"Love you too, Lucy."

"Please be more careful. I don't want to lose either one of you to a premature Big Crunch reset of the universe event."

Justice blushed and looked away. It was rare to see Lucifer so attached to anything in her life, especially after the Incident. There had been times where she had considered trying to rekindle their relationship, but it just never worked out.

Imagine her surprise when Lucifer hugged her, showing more care and affection for her than she had in the last three centuries. She slowly hugged Lucifer back, unsure as to why she was so affectionate, but she didn't think it was a bad thing.

Lucifer disengaged from the hug after a few seconds and turned around without saying a word, her cheeks blazing as she checked on Izuku, making sure he was okay before giving him a quick kiss and making her way back to the door, flanked by Judgement and Pandemonica. She turned around and waved, flashing them both a friendly smile. "I'll see you both later tonight. Take care!"

The door closed, and Justice turned to Izuku, completely shocked. "Dude, what did you do to her? She's never been like that! Not recently, anyway…"

"Uh, I just treat her nicely and cuddle with her every night."

"Really?"

"Yes?"

"Damn. You really are something else. Anyway, going back to what I was saying about Will… What was I saying?"

"Affinities and Will Powers?"

"Ah yeah! Thanks." Justice cleared her thoughts with a shake of her head and refocused on Izuku. "Now, I know my speed may seem pretty ridiculous, but it's all gotta be put in context. My Will Power allows me to increase my speed up to a hundredfold, but no matter what I do, I can never surpass an expert with a Mobility Affinity whose Will Power increases their own speed. Cerberus, for example. She's got two Minor Affinities in Internal and Mobility. She can't beat my strength or durability, but she'll always be faster than me, and she's got two more bodies than I do."

Justice slapped a hand against her leg. "Now then! How about we check your affinity?"

"Really?! What do I have to do?" Izuku felt excitement dance across his nerves. He could finally have a power to call his own.

Justice laughed at Izuku's exuberance. "Hold your horses! It's not as fun as it seems. You gotta meditate for it. Sit completely still and breath in… and out…. Good. Keep doing that as I'm talking. Now, grab hold of all that energy you've got bouncing around and pull it to your core. Should be around the stomach. That's it. In and out. Deep breaths. Keep pulling all that energy to your core, as tight as you can. The denser the better. Okay, keep doing that, I gotta go grab some ritual implements. Now where did I put that cheese grater…"

An hour later, Justice and Izuku came to a startling discovery. He didn't have an affinity for any of the three defined categories. Normally, an individual would have at least a Minor Affinity in one category, but Izuku had none. Nor did he have any weaknesses in any of the categories, creating a very odd scenario that left Justice scratching her head.

"I've never seen this happen. Not once in all the centuries I've been alive. This is… interesting. If I had to go just based on my observations, I'd say that it looks like you could use any of the categories in equal amounts, better than anybody who didn't have that category as their affinity.."

"What?"

"You're basically a jack of all trades," Justice simplified. "You can do everything everyone else can do, but they can do it better than you can. For instance, your ten percent in the External category might equate to around, say, one percent in someone who excels in the External category. However, you're better at using Internal and Mobility techniques than that External expert will ever be."

"So, I could buff myself like you, but not to the same level, and I'd be better at using a Mobility power than you. Is that right?" Izuku asked, starting to grasp the concepts of Will and how it worked. He scribbled more notes down, muttering to himself as Justice nodded.

"Well, yes and no. It depends on how trained you are in the Mobility category. Unfortunately, I can only teach you the basics of External and Mobility, so you'll need to have experts in those categories teach you. In the meantime, I think it's about time we moved to actually training your Will."

"Really?!" Izuku exclaimed, looking like an excited puppy. Justice laughed, nodding and resisting the urge to pet him. "Yep. It's going to be very simple today. We're going to do basic Internal training, which entails gathering your Will in the area I'm about to hit you in."

"What?"

"Think fast!" Justice yelled, throwing a fast but easy to see the punch that caught him in his unprotected stomach. He groaned and slid on his back for a few feet, rolling onto his feet. He held out his hands like stop signs, frantically trying to get her to stop her impromptu training. "Wait wait wait isn't there another way to train Internal?!"

"Yes," Justice grinned, her sunglasses gleaming as she cracked her knuckles. "But I find this to be the most efficient method when you're training. So either block or dodge, Midoriya! There are no brakes on the training train!"

She lunged, moving faster than Izuku's eyes could track, suddenly appearing to his left letting out another punch. Out of reflex, he raised an arm to block the incoming strike. His Will surged forward and a flimsy protective aura flared up around his arm, absorbing most of the impact of her strike. Justice smiled and leaped back, bouncing on her heels.

"Just like that, Midoriya! Try to keep up!"

Justice vanished from his sight once more and Izuku gulped, knowing he was going to be very sore by the time this training session was over. It would hurt, but he supposed there was no pain without gain. So he sucked in a breath and prepared himself for the next attack, wondering what Lucifer would say about this.

"Are you sure you're not a masochist?" Lucifer asked, seeing all the bruises on Izuku's body. She pressed on one of them gingerly, earning a hiss of pain from him. Taking that as a sign that he did not gain pleasure from pain, she pressed on the bruise again just to make sure. "Ow. Yes, I'm sure I'm not a masochist."

"I'll take your word for it. Just know that that amount of pain you're exposing yourself to and bearing leads to two conclusions," she said, signing a contract. It glowed with ethereal light, energy transferring to her hands as she held them over his back. Her palms glowed with soothing golden light, easing his pain and healing the bruises. After a matter of seconds, the bruises on his back had healed. "Oh that's good… Lucifer-san, forgive me if this is too personal of a question, but how are you doing that? I haven't seen any of the other girls besides Azazel using any kind of healing without needing something from the other person first."

"That's because demon healing requires a transaction," Lucifer responded, tapping Izuku's leg and motioning for him to flip over. He did so and she resumed her healing, turning a particularly bad spot back to its normal healthy color. "You give the demon something valuable, usually a soul, and they'll fulfill your request of healing."

"Ah," Izuku responded, letting out a sigh of relief as Lucifer healed another nasty-looking bruise on his chest. Justice had really done a number on him. "But if demon healing requires a transaction, then why haven't you asked me for anything?"

"Because I'm not using demon healing."

Izuku blinked at her confused. "You're not?"

"Nope. While I may have fallen, I am still an angel, and thus I have limited access to abilities I had as God's protector. I just need to draw up a contract for the power to do so," she explained, gesturing to the glowing contract on the bed next to her. "When I am done healing you, the contract will destroy itself, and I will be unable to use this power until I draw up and sign another contract for this power."

"Are all demons able to make contracts?"

"Not in the same way I do," Lucifer said, finishing her healing. The contract's light faded and it burst into flame, leaving naught a trace behind. Izuku looked over his body and noted that there were no bruises and that he hardly felt any pain. She smirked, cupping his face and kissing him, leaving him with a look that desired more from her. "But that's enough excitement for tonight. We both need sleep, and you have to wake up early tomorrow to train with Justice."

"Lucifer-san, what did I do to deserve you?"

She smiled at him again and kissed him, leaving a dopey smile on his face. "You believed in me when even I didn't. Thank you. I love you, Izuku." she said before flicking off the lights, snuggling close to her boyfriend under the covers.

"I love you too, Lucifer-san…" he replied, trailing off as he fell asleep safe in her arms, happy and content.

Izuku awoke in a strange, unfamiliar place.

It was dark, and yet he had no problem seeing. Looking around, he found himself in a massive palace that looked empty, but he had the feeling that he was not alone. Further observation revealed that he appeared to be in the receiving hall of the palace, but when he looked outside one of the windows, all he saw was an infinite Abyss, stretching as far as he could see.

Deciding that it was a bad idea to keep looking outside of the window, Izuku turned his gaze to the rest of the hall, finding a pair of doors that looked like they could only be opened by giants. He strode up to them without fear and pushed them open, revealing a throne room that was very old and dark. He had trouble seeing through the all-consuming darkness that filled the room, only hearing a voice call out to him from within the dark.

"Son of Man, what are you doing here?" the voice asked with the buzzing of a swarm. "This is no place for you. Begone."

And just like that, Izuku woke up, staring at the ceiling as his alarm went off, causing both him and Lucifer to groan in annoyance. He dismissed the alarm and kissed his girlfriend's forehead before getting out of bed, putting on some workout clothes. He exited the room to get his breakfast and thought about what he had seen in his dream, wondering who or what that voice had been. He shrugged and brushed it off, figuring it was just a dream. He'd tell Lucifer about it later when she woke up.

In the Abyss, the white-horned woman stared at the spot where the figure of light had entered her throne room. That was new. Usually, her hallucinations didn't vanish when she told them too, but she decided that it wasn't anything of importance and finished her drink, gazing back to the stained-glass mural behind her.

"I hope you can forgive me after all this time, Lucy. But first, I'd need to actually meet you, wouldn't I?" She chuckled dryly, sitting back in her seat. "Look at me. I'm talking to a mural as if it were you, and I imagined a Son of Man standing before me. I must be crazier than I thought."

She stared back at the mural, raising the empty glass above herself. "Here's to you, Lucy," she toasted, going to take a sip before remembering she had none and pouting, wondering just how she was going to get out of this Godforsaken place.

The Guilt of the Late-Repentant

Ten months of brutal beatdowns and sparring at the hands of Justice followed by muscle training with Judgement turned out to be a really effective means of preparing oneself for a physically demanding event. Not that Izuku would actually recommend it to anyone. The bruises he received daily would've probably crippled him had it not been for a combination of Lucifer's healing and his own increasing endurance.

Man, Justice really knew how to punch hard… Izuku still felt tender in some places despite the healing Lucifer had given him. There was a part of him that wondered why he didn't just go to Azazel for healing, but it seemed that every time he went to ask her, she was preoccupied with something else. Something else, in this case, happened to be Judgement, who turned Azazel into a blushing mess consistently.

But it was finally here. The day of the U.A. University entrance exam. Pandemonica had drilled Izuku for hours on mock tests and other material that the written portion of the exam was sure to cover. He swore that the girls wouldn't let him rest until he passed, but he appreciated their help with his dream nonetheless.

Needless to say, he was extremely nervous, to the point where he almost refused to go out of fear of failure. It took the combined effort of Lucifer and Inko to talk him off the edge, but what really convinced him to go out there and show the world what he could do was, of all people, Eri.

She had taken up drawing in the past ten months, mostly under the guidance and supervision of Izuku. It helped her stay calm in this new environment full of mysterious and wondrous things, and she really seemed to enjoy it, if the latest piece she had drawn was any indication.

Eri's latest work depicted everyone seated on the couch, drawn in stick figures, which was understandable. Izuku sat in the middle of the couch, with Inko to his right and Lucifer to his left, Justice sparkling next to her. Cerberus' three bodies sat in front of Izuku, while Zdrada, Malina, and Modeus followed after Justice, with Azazel and Judgement on the right side of Inko. Eri herself was seated in Izuku's lap, her caricature smiling brightly along with everyone else.

It was titled "My Famaily," and no one had the heart to tell Eri that family was spelled wrong because they were too busy crying over how pure she was. She spent the rest of the day being hugged by her family, not understanding why they were all upset.

It was Eri who helped calm Izuku's nerves by hugging him, peering up at him with big curious eyes as she presented him with an apple.

"When I feel bad, I have an apple and then I feel better. Maybe having this apple will make you feel better too, Pa- I mean, Mr. Hero!"

Izuku smiled, fighting back the waterfall of happy tears and took the apple from Eri, hugging her back after taking a bite.

"Thank you, Eri. I feel better already," he assured her, hoping that the sniffle that followed didn't convince her of the contrary. "I have to go now. Be good for everyone, okay?"

"Okay. Have fun, Mr. Hero!"

"My baby's all grown up and ready to take a test to become a hero," Inko sniffled, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "I'm so proud…"

She hugged Izuku tightly, tears spilling from her eyes as he hugged her back. They stayed like that a good minute, the sight causing even Zdrada to shed a tear. They broke apart, and Inko stood on her tiptoes to give Izuku a kiss on his forehead, smiling brightly. Lucifer followed up with a deep kiss, with Izuku swearing he could feel all of her love and affection for him pouring from her kiss.

She pulled back, leaving Izuku with half-lidded lips. She smirked, and a flash of realization raced over her face.

"One second," she said, running back to their bedroom in her casual clothing, which appeared to be mostly the same, except this time she had her hair up and her crown, gloves, and suit jacket had been exchanged for rolled-up sleeves and a black apron with the word "SATAN" in big white letter over the front. She came out a second later, a contract in hand, somehow not tripping in her heels.

"Before you go, this contract is for a Will Power that streams what you're seeing to a designated viewing area. In this case, the TV in the living room. That way, we'll know how you're doing in the exam."

"So I'd be livestreaming? Isn't that against the rules of the exam?" He asked, going wide-eyed. Lucifer nodded and continued, explaining further. "Well, yes, it'll cut out any bits that could get you disqualified for sharing information on the exam, so it'll really kick in for the practical portion. And it does show other angles to get really nice action shots."

"...is this the reason why you were up so late last night and why you were the last to wake up, even after Zdrada, who doesn't get up until Pandemonica threatens to pour holy water on her?"

"Maybe," she confessed. "But I'd like to see what happens. I do understand if you'd like some privacy, and I did mean to bring this up earlier in the week but I was occupied with the paperwork with the sewage incident in Fraud. You don't have to sign if you wouldn't like to."

"Do I sign at the X?"

Lucifer blinked twice. That was far easier than she expected. "Um, yes."

"Any side effects or fine print I should know about?"

"Other than having to stay awake for the thing to work, not at all."

Izuku signed quickly and handed the contract back to her, kissing her cheek. "Bye. I love you." He closed the door behind himself and locked it, leaving Lucifer herself rubbing her cheek and blushing where Izuku had kissed her.

She looked across the room to the rest of the girls, who gave teasing looks.

"Not. A. Word."

"Sure thing, Lucy. I won't say anything about how much you look like a lovesick schoolgirl around him," Justice replied with a shit-eating grin on her face. "Ah, memories…"

Lucifer turned bright red. "S-Shut up!"

It took Izuku approximately fifteen minutes to jog to U.A. on a course that normally would've taken him twice that amount of time had he not been using his Will to boost his mobility. While he was still a novice compared to any of his housemates, Justice never failed to remind him that he was improving and picking up techniques faster than she would've thought was possible. She chalked it up to his enthusiasm but shrugged it off for now.

There it was. U.A. University. After so long of only dreaming of stepping on its legendary campus, he was finally here. All he had to do was walk inside and he'd be taking his first steps to become a hero, finally achieving his dream. Full of determination, he stepped forward to not only pass the exam for himself, but also for the family waiting for him back home.

Someone rudely bumped into his shoulder, knocking him off balance. Izuku let out a small yelp and regained his balance, turning to see who it was and immediately his face feel, unimpressed.

"Watch where you're fucking going, Deku." the spiky-haired ash-blonde young man who had bumped into Izuku grumbled, not even bothering to glare in his direction as he Sasuked his way into the building. Izuku took a few seconds to watch the person who used to fill him with fear go, shaking his head.

Ten months, and you still haven't changed a bit, have you, Kacchan? If I hadn't gone through Hell and nearly died there twice, I'd probably still be scared, but now? Now I'm just not impressed.

He sighed and pinched his nose, shaking his head.

When are you going to grow up, Kacchan?

After a good minute of deliberating over that issue, Izuku decided to shelve it for later consideration and not let that distract him. He was here to take an exam and impress his girlfriend, damnit! There was no way in any of the Nine Circles that he was going to let an immature explodey screaming gremlin distract him. With the fiery determination he had seemingly patented, he strode boldly towards the building, ready to take his fate into his own hands.

He then immediately tripped over a loose stone, letting out an embarrassing yelp and wondering what being he had pissed off.

Somewhere, a thundercloud rumbled, almost sounding like laughter.

Izuku's face rushed toward the ground, and he immediately created a shield from his Will and braced for impact. One that never came, as he hovered over the ground, feeling weightless as a pair of boots walked up next to him.

"Sorry about that," a girl's voice said. Hands reoriented him to standing, and he glanced over to see a woman about his age with a brown bob with two bangs framing her face, auburn eyes, and rosy cheeks smiling gently at him. "I just didn't want you to fall on the day of your exam. It'd be bad luck, right Deku?"

Izuku flinched at the name, and the girl suddenly panicked. "Is that not your name? Sorry, I just heard the boy that bumped into you call you that, and I thought it was your name, which is odd now that I think about it. He didn't seem to like you, so why would he call you something so positive?"

"What?" Izuku asked, not sure as to what she was talking about. The girl took his confusion in stride, continuing to talk without stumbling her words. "Oh, sorry. Where I'm from, Deku sounds like Dekiru, which honestly is much better than what the other definition for Deku is. Sorry. Um, can we start over?"

"S-Sure." Izuku replied. Is this what it's like to be on the receiving end of one of my mutterstorms?

"I'm Ochako Uraraka," she said, bowing politely. "It's nice to meet you!"

"Izuku Midoriya," he replied, echoing her bow. "The pleasure is all mine, Uraraka-san. And um, I'll be honest, I never thought I'd ever hear the name Deku in a positive light. So, as thanks for saving me from tripping, you're welcome to call me that if you want."

"Ok, Deku-kun! I gotta get to orientation, but good luck on your exam!" she called, waving as she entered the building.

"Same to you, Uraraka-san!" waved, standing there for a few seconds. He hoped she passed. Maybe they would be in the same class together. That'd be nice. He smiled to himself and followed her into the building, his outlook on the exam suddenly much brighter.

"Justice, let go."

"Are you going to behave if I do? Or am I going to have to put you in a hold to make sure you don't end that girl's existence, Lucy?"

Lucifer glared at Justice, whose iron grip was the only thing keeping Ochako from meeting an untimely demise at the hands of the Devil's tsundere tendencies. Luckily, Lucifer stood down and grumbled, crossing her arms and pouting. "After I end the blonde's existence, I'm going to make sure Izuku knows he belongs to me when he gets back. I hope I still have that uniform still lying around."

"You're going to kill him with those."

"Considering your reaction the last time you saw me like that, I agree."

"Shhhh!" Inko hissed, running her hand through Eri's hair. "Eri's asleep."

Lucifer and Justice both swallowed the sudden inexplicable burst of fear, instantly shutting up and turning their attention back to the TV, where the sound had kicked in long enough to hear some tall blue-haired robot-like stick-in-the-mud get onto Izuku about his mumbling habit. Izuku, being the non-confrontational person he was, apologized for muttering, and sat back down. He was at least happy that Bakugo, who was sitting next to him, was ignoring him for the time being.

One long orientation and bus ride later, Izuku found himself standing before the doors of the testing area Beta, nerves still getting at him. The encounter with the Bluestick had left him jittery and on edge, which many people warming up at the front of gates seemed to echo.

There were many unfriendly faces staring at him, stepping back when he tried to be friendly with them, which was understandable, given the circumstances. He spotted Ochako and decided to go wish her luck, but when he stepped forward to go talk to her, the Bluestick appeared and stepped in his path, chopping his arm rapidly.

"Do you think you can get away with distracting that young woman from the exam like some kind of hooligan?!"

"Aren't you doing the same to everyone by getting their attention on me?"

The result was instant and devastating. Bluestick looked like his programming couldn't comprehend that he had become the very thing he had sworn to destroy. He stumbled back, obliviously torn, but decided that he wasn't about to back down that easily.

"I will not stand for such mockery-"

"START!" Present Mic, the announcer for the exam yelled, startling everyone. "WELL? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR? THERE'S NO COUNTDOWNS IN REAL LIFE!"

Izuku took the pro hero's advice and sprinted to the slowly opening gate, using his Will to go one and a half times faster than he normally would be able to. He didn't want to wear himself out just yet. He entered the gate, and immediately locked onto his first target, a lone three-pointer staring directly at him.

Shifting his Will from Mobility to Internal, he jumped into the air and smashed the robot with his fist, screaming like a feral animal as the three-pointer's head came clean off its body. He landed on the other side of it, unintentionally making a cool pose as it blew up behind him.

"That's my boy!" Justice yelled back at the Midoriya residence. "Power poses, baby!"

Izuku blushed, somehow feeling that Justice was very proud of him. He quickly moved on, channeling his Will back into Mobility as he searched for more targets, almost getting blindsided by a laser from a blonde boy who sparkled like Justice. The boy said something in French and ran off, leaving Izuku behind in the dust.

Bluestick raced by and annihilated another faux villain before speeding off, reminding Izuku of his objective. Destroy as many villain bots as possible in the time limit. The higher your score, the higher your chance was of getting into the hero course.

That seemed easy enough.

"Justice, what exactly have you been teaching my son?!" Inko all but shrieked as she watched Izuku dart around the training ground, destroying bots and seemingly possessing reflexes better than a thirteen-year-old juiced up on Adderall and Monster. Even a coordinated sneak attack made by three different squadrons of one, two, and three-pointers was not enough to stop the snowball effect he was having on the exam, quickly racking up points faster than most of the other applicants.

Justice shrugged. "Most of this isn't my doing. That's just him taking what I taught and expanding upon it."

On-screen, the stream switched to a third-person perspective and showed Izuku charging full speed at a group of two-pointers closing in on his position, locking on.

"Is he-" Inko asked, unable to finish her sentence out of shock.

"Looks like it," Lucifer said, crossing her arms. "I wonder if he'll actually pull it off."

"He probably will. Considering how much he worships the All-Might guy, I'm surprised he didn't qualify for Heresy." Justice replied, sitting up straight. "C'mon, Midoriya. You got this."

"What's Pa- Mr. Hero doing, Gra-Miss Inko?" Eri asked, almost slipping up twice. She wanted to wait until Izuku got home to reveal her secret. Inko looked down at her and stopped, not quite sure how to answer the question. "I'm not sure. I think he's about to do a very strong attack."

"SMASH!" Izuku screamed, unleashing a power punch onto the lead oncoming villain bots. It crumpled like wet cardboard under his fist, momentum sending it flying to the side. He furrowed his brow, making a mental note to ask Justice how to not hurt himself the next time he punched like that.

Switching to Mobility, Izuku raced forward and jumped, latching onto one of the bots and riding it as the others locked on and pounced, tearing their counterpart to shreds as Izuku leapt onto another, tearing off the top of its head and insulating his hands with Will.

He stuck his hands into the inner mechanisms of the robot and by some miracle he took control of it, commandeering the two-pointer into attacking the rest of the squadron and making short work of them. It wasn't long before the machine began to overheat and forced Izuku to bail, creating another anime-worthy action shot.

Damn, he looked cool. Not that he knew that.

"Sir, I think you should see this."

A small white mouse-dog-bear thing with a scar over its right eye turned to his subordinate, who gestured over to a nearby monitor displaying scores for applicants. At first, he didn't notice anything, but after a minute, his eyes shot open wide in shock.

"That's concerning."

"That's why I brought this to your attention, Principal Nedzu, sir," the proctor said. He indicated over to another monitor which displayed the number of faux villains in each testing ground, showing two that were approaching critically low very, very, rapidly.

"How long ago did the top scorer in Beta obtain first place?"

"As of right now, five minutes, sir. The strangest thing is that the top scorer has no registered quirk. Yet we have footage of him doing things only a quirk could do. And to make matters more concerning, this happened."

The proctor replayed the footage of Izuku yelling "SMASH" and decking the charging two pointer into the nearby wall. The judges all watched with slacked jaws, including a skeletal man in the back wearing a yellow pinstripe shirt, and unruly, unkempt hair. His sunken blue eyes looked on in surprise, wondering just had happened.

"What was the damage?"

"The applicant punched hard enough to send it flying into the wall like a ragdoll. However, it seemed that the punch caused him a great amount of pain, so he used the pointers to destroy each other. Commandeered one of them and used it to destroy the others."

"Well. This applicant has proven to be quite resourceful. What's his name?"

"Izuku Midoriya, sir."

Nedzu's beady black eyes gleamed with mischief. He turned back to the command console before him and flipped open a plastic case, revealing a big red button. He smiled gleefully and slammed his paw on the button, cackling like a madman- er, madmouse.

"Let's see how you deal with an army of reinforcements, Midoriya. Will you run to save yourself, or will you risk your life to make sure others evacuate?" he mused aloud, cackling softly. "Your true self will be revealed, and I can't wait to see how you act."

Izuku stepped from the ruins of another botched one-pointer ambush, dusting his hands off. He got the feeling that the proctors were specifically focusing on him now, which made sense, considering how many pointers he had destroyed. Honestly, he had lost count of his score long ago, and really hoped he wasn't tasked with having to keep up with it.

He also tried to leave bots for the other applicants to destroy as well. It wouldn't be fair to them if he just destroyed every single bot in sight. How would they have a chance to pass if they didn't manage to destroy a bot or two? This test seemed very oriented towards individuals with combat-based quirks, and Izuku felt pity for those who did not have those capabilities.

Suddenly, a shadow passed over him, blocking out the sun. Izuku slowly turned around to see a hulking monstrosity of a robot easily dwarfing the tallest building on the training ground. It stared down at him before blinking the red lights on its "face" and opening a compartment on its back, unleashing a new batch of villain robots. The applicants who witnessed the arrival of the Zero-Pointer Behemoth Model paled and turned to run, screaming in fear as the robots closed in on them.

Izuku stood frozen, watching the chaos unfold around him. Some applicants were being tossed about like ragdolls by the swarm, others trapped under rubble, and as for the rest? They ran. They ignored the pleas for help, interested only in preserving their own safety.

Without knowing it, Izuku's hand tightened into a fist at his side. He shook from head to toe, and from an outsider's perspective, it would seem as though he was petrified by fear. But one look at his eyes would dissuade such an opinion.

Indeed, if one were to look into Izuku's eyes, they would see two beacons of emerald light, burning with Will.

A One-Pointer approached him from the side, raising its appendage to strike him down.

Then, like a clap of thunder, a noise rang clearly through the mayhem. A screeching of metal so sharp it jarred applicant and mechanical villain alike into motion, seeking out what had made such a horrid sound.

Both applicants and faux villains were now unmoving, staring openly at the sight before them. Izuku had a vice-grip on one of the One-Pointers arms, crushing it not unlike one would a can of soda. What truly shocked the impromptu audience was the One-Pointer's reaction, it shivered and flailed about as though in pain. Its tire screeched underneath it as it attempted to get away, but his grip was simply too strong.

With a mighty yank, Izuku tore the One-Pointer's arm from its socket, his other arm reaching out with lightning speed to grab hold of its head.

Izuku lifted his head and let his gaze wander over the battlefield. Then, he spoke.

"Heroes!" At once, every applicant straightened, their unconscious mind responding to a display of such strong Will, "Why are you running? Did you make it all this way just to bow your heads at the first sign of danger? You wanted to be heroes, you wanted it so badly, you came all the way here, all the way to UA!"

Izuku's grip tightened on the One-Pointer's head. It continued to struggle, but its efforts were in vain. He continued, "You want to be heroes? Then act like it! Stand up! Fight on! Save those who cannot save themselves! Fight the villains, save the day! And most importantly…"

Izuku's attention fell back to the One-Pointer still in his grip. He stepped forwards, and twisted, the villain in his grip helpless to do anything but follow the path he set, "Go beyond!"

The One-Pointer created a shockwave as it was flung at high-speed straight into one of the Zero-Pointer's eyes. Izuku raised his fist to the sky, and as one every applicant spoke.

"PLUS ULTRA!"

Deep within themselves, a desire to protect what was most dear flared into existence. It motivated them to move, to continue fighting in even the impossible odds that they seemed to be facing.

Ochako was reminded of her family and how hard her parents worked to make her life easier, and how much she wanted to repay them by becoming a hero to make their lives easier.

Bluestick was reminded of the legacy of his family, and how eager he was to prove himself. What would his brother say if he knew that his little brother had run in the face of danger?

Both of them turned to face the Behemoth, sprinting full speed with determination blazing on their face.

One by one, the other applicants charged forward, invigorated by a desire to protect their Home, whatever the term meant for them. Some of them wanted to be heroes for fame, others for power, but they were all united under one goal, to protect the Home.

With a collective roar, the crowd of hero-hopefuls charged forward, swarming towards the robot army in a clash that none of the judges saw coming. This tactic was supposed to disperse the crowd and give applicants a chance to find any strangler pointers while providing a jackpot to those brave and/or dumb enough to face the horde head-on, but this?

This had never happened in any of the entrance exams ever held.

Looks like they were going to have to add another class to the hero course.

The two armies clashed, metal screeching and tearing as the applicants easily tore through the tide of robots, advancing with their Will burning brightly, almost blinding Justice again. Izuku didn't know it at the time, but he was subconsciously rallying his fellow applicants and getting them into their fighting spirit.

The Zero-Pointer was not fazed by this. Even if it had been capable of emotions, this was nothing it couldn't conquer with a giant mechanical punch. It reared back and thrust its right arm towards the ground, many applicants scurrying out of the impact zone. Unfortunately for Izuku, he was too busy fighting off a pair of two-pointers to see the giant fist bearing down on him. It came down hard, making a loud thud and sending a whirlwind generated by the air displacement.

The other applicants stared, wide-eyed at the fist. The judges cursed under their breath, some of them arguing with each other over who was going to call and tell Izuku's next of kin that he was dead.

Inko choked out a sob, grief raking her entire body as she mourned the loss of her son. Eri followed soon after, crying into her guardian's chest and sobbing loudly.

The Holy Mother wept for the loss of her son, and the Daughter wept with her.

"Give him a second. He's not dead," Justice said, a grin spreading across her face. "See?

The tv let out the sound of metal under tremendous stress, bringing the Midoriya's attention back and making their eyes open wide in shock.

"How?" Inko sobbed, watching the fist of the Zero-Pointer rise slowly off the ground. Eri turned to watch as well, her eyes red from crying.

"Papa?"

Lucifer smirked at the screen as the metal fist rose higher and higher off the ground, the other girls mirroring her amazement as Izuku's feet slowly appeared, followed by his shins, knees, thighs, and then revealing him hunched over, his teeth grit and eyes blazing with hellish determination.

He grunted, his muscles and Will straining against the Zero-Pointer. His fingers bent the metal of the gauntlet, providing leverage as he pulled, ripping the arm off of the giant robot clean off.

"PLUS…" Izuku screamed at the top of his lungs, pulling the giant arm back and allowing his muscles to bulge as he found up, preparing to toss the arm like a javelin. "ULTRA!"

The impromptu projectile shot through the air like a missile, impaling the Zero-Pointer through the chest and causing it to teeter backward, explosions rippling its body as it crashed to the ground, sending up a massive dust cloud.

Izuku panted heavily before facing the crowd and the camera, Ochako, Bluestick, and his family back at home staring at him in awe. He smiled and gave a thumbs-up, showing that he was okay. They visibly relaxed, and Izuku took a step forward, immediately collapsing to the ground.

"Izuku Akatani Midoriya, if you ever pull something like that again, I will personally make sure that Judgement-san does her worst to you and it still won't be a fraction of the fury you will feel from me," Inko fumed before hugging Izuku tightly, kissing his face over and over again. "But I'm so proud of you! My baby inspired an entire crowd of heroes!"

"Hero-hopefuls, Mom."

"Oh, same difference."

Eri joined in on the hug, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "You were so cool, Papa! You tore off the big robot arm and then you threw it at him! It was really cool!"

"Papa?" Izuku asked, shocked but overjoyed that she saw him as a father figure. Swallowing his surprise, he hugged Eri back, comforting her. "I suppose it was very cool, Eri. Maybe when I'm a real hero, I'll do something like that just for you."

"Really?!"

"Yes. My little Unicorn."

Eri smiled widely and hugged Izuku again tightly, not only surprising him, but the others as well. For the first time since her arrival into this odd bunch of misfits she called a family, she had genuinely and truly smiled.

The others teared up at the sight of father and daughter bonding, as new as it was. Eri eventually let go, and Izuku set her down, looking around and noticing a key someone missing.

"Where's Lucifer-san?"

The rest of the girls gained knowing smiles as Justice coughed slightly, dispersing their collective smugness. "Your room, Midoriya. I'd be prepared."

Izuku gulped. Knowing Lucifer, she was about to do something she'd probably regret. He rushed to the bedroom, wincing as his body protested slightly, but otherwise, he was fine. He reached the door handle and threw it open, an apology spilling him his lips.

"Lucifer-san, I-"

"Sit down."

Izuku immediately sat on the bed, looking at the open closet door, where Lucifer's voice came from. He was really in for it, wasn't he?

"You really impressed me today, Izuku," she said, the sound of clothing moving coming from the closet. "'Go beyond, Plus Ultra? I get the feeling you'll be saying that a lot more."

"Lucifer-san-"

"I'm not finished."

He shut up.

"Seeing the Zero-pointer's fist being lifted like that, it really got me going, and I realized something today."

She pulled something on, causing Izuku to crane his head in curiosity.

"Izuku, don't peek. If you'd like to do something useful, go make sure the door is closed and locked."

He did so without question, sitting back on the bed.

Smut time, people. The devil loves her boyfriend, very, very much. Next line break to continue the story.

"I realized that our time together will be short, and I became determined to spend as much time with you as I possibly could."

She stepped around the corner, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and Izuku's jaw dropped. She had let her hair down, and was nude save for a pair of black thigh high stockings and princess gloves.

"Lucifer-san…"

"What? Is my glory so great the words your mind creates to describe feel entirely inapplicable and would fail to do me justice?"

"Please don't take this the wrong way," Izuku said, already shedding his clothing to be fair and approaching her. "But you look like an angel."

"I was, and still am, the most beautiful angel Father ever created, Izuku," she replied with a smirk, running her finger under his chin, grabbing it. "And please, call me Lucy."

She kissed him deeply, completely dominating his tongue and pushing him gently back to the bed, where they both toppled to the ground, giggling. Lucifer pressed her breasts against him, smirking as she felt Izuku's member harden between her thighs, her lower lips aching for him.

"Looks like someone's excited~."

"Lucy…"

"Shh… let me figure this out, okay? I hope you're fine with no dinner because neither one of us will be getting out of bed tonight."

Her face maintained her mask of confidence, but in truth, she had no idea what she was doing. She assumed that whatever she was doing was working, but her core ached for both of them to be one. Why didn't she pay attention to Asmodeus' lecture on seducing men?

Her tail whipped about, unsure as to what to do next, so she slowly lifted herself up, allowing Izuku's cock to escape her thighs and stand at attention, pressing against her slit, which was sopping with want.

There was no need for foreplay. All she had to do was get him inside of her, but how?

Izuku noticed her confusion and tried to be supportive. "Um, you're su-"

"Please, let me figure this out. I've got it."

Lucifer did not have it at all. But her pride wasn't about to let her say that, so she instead fumbled in silence, rubbing her pussy on his dick, making it nice and slick, feeling it throb with need underneath her.

I think I'm supposed to stick this inside of here, but… didn't Asmodeus say something about it hurting? She looked up at Izuku, who gave her a bright smile and interlocked his fingers with hers, offering his support.

Fuck it. If it's for him, any pain is worth it.

Lucifer raised her hips, using her tail to line up. She began to press down, his cockhead parting her folds agonizingly slow. She moaned as he filled her slowly, and stopped once he pressed again her hymen.

Izuku could sense the apprehension rolling off her. "Lucy, you don't have to do this if you don't want to-"

With a slight cry of pain, Lucifer drove her hips down, tears coming to her eyes as blood leaked from her vagina. Izuku instantly hugged her close, kissing her neck and rubbing her arms, letting her know that he was there for her as she wept from the pain.

Eventually, the pain faded, and Lucifer smiled at Izuku, blinking away her tears. She grabbed his hands and guided them to her horns, and when he gave her a confused look, she smiled and made him touch them, sending a chill of pleasure down her spine.

"In demon culture, if you let someone touch your horns, it's because you love and completely trust them. To us, rubbing horns together is a very intimate gesture. And I love you, Izuku Midoriya."

"I love you too, Lucifer Morningstar."

They kissed, full of passion and love. Izuku began thrusting into her, and Lucifer moaned into his mouth, letting the pleasure flow through her recently deflowered pussy. Her tail wrapped around his leg, ensuring that he was hers and she was his as he rubbed her horns, driving the Queen of Hell crazy.

Izuku, also being a virgin until a few minutes ago, felt like he was on cloud nine. She was the perfect fit for him, and he made sure to fill her completely with each stroke, pleasure overwhelming him rather quickly.

Again and again, Lucifer claimed his mouth, pouring her love for him into that single gesture, wanting to make sure he knew that he was loved. Izuku responded by doing the same to her, both of them driving the other to climax rather quickly.

Lucifer could feel her orgasm coming quickly, and she wanted him to do it with her. "Izuku, I'm close."

"Me too. Do you want me to pull out?"

She responded by clamping her legs on his hips, a smile appearing on her face. "Never. Come inside me. Fill up your Queen!"

"Lucy!" Izuku yelped, thrusting up into her and exploding within her, filling her to the brim with his essence. Lucifer screamed as her pussy spasmed and clamped down on him, making her moan and scream his name to the heavens. "IZUKU!"

Both of them collapsed on top of each other, panting heavily and staring lovingly into each others' eyes, completely and utterly in love with each other.

"That was fantastic," Lucifer breathed, kissing Izuku's forehead before grinning widely. "Care to go for another round?"

Izuku smiled at her and kissed her, nodding. "As you wish, Lucy."

She giggled as he rolled over and kissed her neck, moaning as he began to move again, beginning the second round, as the night was young, and she was hot.

Smut's over. Back to our regularly scheduled program.

Deep, in the shadowy depths of the Abyss, a white-horned woman was resting on a throne, slowly nursing a near-empty glass of wine.

A humorless laugh escaped her lips as she put the glass aside and stood from her throne to pace.

"One thing after another… Just one thing after another, isn't it? I can't stop now. I can't. Not-" She stopped mid-sentence, sensing a familiar presence behind her.

The white-horned woman turned around as the Son of Man appeared in her throne room, curiously cocking its glowing featureless head at her. She laughed at its curiosity, taking a seat as it said something the Abyss quickly silenced.

"Alright then, I'll humor you, Son of Man. Tell me your story, and perhaps… I'll tell you mine."

The Devil's Pride and Man's Return to the Garden

As Izuku was eagerly awaiting the results of the entrance exam, Lucifer took it upon herself to educate him on the hierarchy of Hell with the help of Justice. Izuku was a very eager student and took the lessons very seriously, often filling several pages of a notebook with his notes.

Today's topic was on the seven archdemons or lords of Hell. Lucifer was simultaneously looking forward and dreading this topic, knowing what pain would come with it. But she had offered to teach, so she was going to stick to her promise and teach him.

"There are seven archdemons of Hell, each tasked with running a different circle. Granted, some circles are autonomous, such as Heresy, which is why there are only seven archdemons. Technically, there's only six, but I'll get to that in a moment."

Lucifer cleared her throat, counting off her fingers, just to make sure she named all of them. "Lucifer, the archdemon of Pride, Mammon, the archdemon of Greed, Asmodeus, the archdemon of Lust, Leviathan, the archdemon of Envy, Belphegor, the archdemon of Sloth, Satan, the archdemon of Wrath, and... Beelzebub, the archdemon of Gluttony."

She said the last name hesitantly, looking at the seventh finger she had raised with regret. Izuku could tell that there was a bit of history there, but he wasn't sure if he should ask. Lucifer snapped out of her daze of sadness and shook her head, regathering her thoughts.

"If you're wondering if I'm both the archdemon of Pride and Wrath, the answer is both yes and no. I have always been the archdemon of Pride. It is my pride that resulted in my banishment from Heaven. As for the archdemon of Wrath, well, it's a bit more complicated. You see, Satan has become an alias for me in the last few centuries or so, but it wasn't always that way."

"It wasn't?" Izuku asked, eyebrow raised and pencil at the ready.

"No. You see, Satan isn't a name in the traditional sense. It's a title given to angels who test Man through temptation. And, believe it or not, I am not the first Satan. I received the honor of the title from my predecessor Samael, the former angel of death and highest-ranking Satan until his retirement four thousand years ago. Believe me, he was very good at his job. Which is why Father granted his request of mortality so that he may live out the rest of his days with Lilith, the first woman."

"Interesting. Wait, would your father grant you the same request?"

Lucifer scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I highly doubt it. Samael was an obedient soldier who followed his orders. I am the daughter of God who 'threw a fit' when I was cast aside in favor of Father's latest project. The Almighty would be more likely to smite you where you stand just to spite me."

"Oh."

"Regardless, it's time for a brief synopsis of each of the archdemons, starting with yours truly. I am the archdemon of Pride, cast from Heaven for refusing to bow before Adam. You know my reasons for that. Long story short, I fell, found this infernal plane, took over, and viola . The Hell you trekked through came into being. If you want to know any of the stories of my time as an angel, no."

"Even if it was to reminisce on your glory days, Lucy?" Justice asked, tilting her head.

"Yes."

"You sure about that? You had no problem telling me how much Michael was a pain in the ass when you were still an angel-"

"Justice, might I remind you that I am still an angel, albeit fallen? And my sister has nothing to do with this history lesson. Can we please get back to the task at hand?" She asked, both Justice and Izuku saying nothing and waiting for her to continue. "Thank you. Now, Mammon was my lieutenant who handled the souls of the greedy…"

Lucifer went on to give short blurbs regarding the seven archdemons, telling their tales with great sadness, as most of them had all passed away. Asmodeus had been lucky to pass on his legacy, but the rest of her lieutenants had either perished due to old age or conflict, either with demons or angels. She lamented their loss, but when she arrived at Beelzebub, her face fell and she stopped.

"Lucy, are you okay?" Izuku asked, seeing her pull out a bottle of wine and a glass. "What's wrong? Talk to me."

Lucifer did not respond, downing an entire glass. She went to pour another, but Justice grabbed her hand, gently prying the bottle from her friend's hand. Lucifer glared at her, but her eyes betrayed just how much pain she felt surrounding the archdemon of Gluttony, something that Justice shared.

"Why don't I take this one, Lucy. You look like you could use some Midoriya-patented cuddles."

Lucifer nodded sadly, silently thanking Justice. She moped her way over to Izuku and sat in his lap, curled up against him as she began to silently weep. Justice sighed and leaned back against Lucifer's vanity, gathering her thoughts.

"Okay. So… Beelzebub, the archdemon of Gluttony, the Lord of Flies. Very charismatic, crafty, and resourceful, and a person you definitely want on your side. She was a very dear friend to both of us, back when I was the High Prosecutor. Helped us realize our feelings for each other."

Izuku's eyes shot open wide. "You and Lucy used to be a couple?"

"Yep."

"What changed?"

"Beel planning and executing a successful coup of Hell. She completely blindsided both of us and sealed Lucy into the center of Lake Cocytus, which forced me to go into hiding. Hell fell into disorder after she took power, as she apparently had none of the leadership skills needed to lead and the demons knew that. That's when Dante visited and wrote about what he saw."

Justice took off her shades and blinked a few times, seemingly fighting off painful memories she had of that time. "She also ate Lucy's stash of chocolate."

"It was vintage fourteenth-century Italian chocolate! I had to make a deal with the Venetians for it!" Lucifer wailed, sobbing into Izuku's shoulder. He had never seen her like this before. Even when she had been sobbing in her office, she had never been this distraught. "And then the bitch has the audacity to steal my crown and wear it upon her head like she's the rightful queen of Hell? Heaven, no!"

Lucifer's burst of anger ended just as suddenly as it had happened. She hugged Izuku again and sniffled, hugging him tightly. Izuku rubbed her back, soothing her while Justice continued her story.

"Anyway, the demons eventually realized that Hell was going to shit, so they sought me out and gave me the tools necessary to free Lucy and fight Beel. I wish you could've seen the look on Lucy's face when I pulled her out of the lake. She was so glad to see me. Anyway, after that, we headed to Beel's office on the circle of Gluttony, and she and I fought."

Justice absentmindedly scratched at her back. "I managed to beat her and bind her to give Lucy enough time to prepare a one-way banishment spell to the Abyss, a plane of existence that sits outside of Creation. That was a thousand years ago, and both of us bear that scars of her schemes."

Izuku nodded gravely. "Is Beelzebub the reason why you're blind?"

"Indirectly, yes. You know how Judgement's eyes are glowing? That's because she's using the power of a High Prosecutor even when she's not fighting. It's the symbol of a High Prosecutor's power. The more one uses, the stronger the glow gets. And if it gets too strong, like during a battle against one of the archdemons of Hell, your eyes burn themselves out."

"That sounds painful."

"It was the most excruciating pain I ever felt in my entire life." Justice admitted. She grinned and ruffled Lucifer's hair, the latter swatting her hand away half-heartedly. "Was it worth it? Heaven yeah. Every single bit of it to make sure Lucy was safe."

"Justice…"

"Alright, I'll stop. But you understand why we're so hesitant to answer your questions about her now?"

"Yes."

"Cool. Can we talk about something different now? All this gloomy talk has killed my awesome vibes."

"IZUKU!"

The three of them snapped their heads over to the door in time to see Inko crash through the door, nearly falling to her knees as she brandished a letter to him.

"It came!"

Izuku's eyes shot open wide. "IT DID?!"

Inko nodded rapidly as the rest of the girls came to the door wondering what all the noise was about. She handed the envelope, which was marked with the seal of U.A. and stamped URGENT in big red letters. He took it into his hands, vibrating with excitement.

Eri cocked her head as she approached the bed, Lucifer pulling the small girl into her lap. "What is that, Papa?"

"It's a letter from U.A., Eri. It's going to tell me whether or not I got in," Izuku replied, staring at the envelope, wondering if he was hallucinating. All of his hopes and dreams had led up to this moment, and he was finally here. So what was he waiting for? He took a breath and pulled open the envelope, a metal disc falling onto Eri's lap.

Everyone stared at it in shock. Zdrada broke the silence with a snark. "That's it?"

Suddenly, the disc flared to life, a blue hologram materializing in front of the group, which had moved behind Izuku to view the message, save for Justice, who stayed at the vanity, listening closely. The hologram revealed a small white mouse-dog-bear thing, which waved before beginning to speak.

"Greetings, Midoriya. I am Nedzu, President of U.A. University. You are receiving this message as a follow-up to completing the Entrance Exam. I have your results here."

Examinee

Points

Katsuki Bakugo

77

Izuku Midoriya

76

Izuku blinked, realizing that he had made second. The girls all realized this soon after and cheered for him, offering their congratulations. But that was not all. Nedzu's hologram smirked and continued.

"Congratulations on getting second, Midoriya. However, as you and others have gleaned from the exam, being a hero isn't just about how many villains you can defeat. It's also about saving others, which is why we have also applied rescue points to everyone's scores. And I must say, Midoriya, you racked up quite a lot with that motivation speech of yours. Here are the revised results."

Examinee

Villian Points

Rescue Points

Rank

Izuku Midoriya

76

590

1st

Ochako Uraraka

40

45

2nd

Katsuki Bakugo

77

0

3rd

"As you can see, Midoriya, with your motivational speech of heroics, you managed to rally every single examinee in your testing area against the Behemoth Zero-Pointer, which is something that no one, in all of U.A.'s history, has ever done. I am impressed."

Izuku's jaw dropped, along with the other ten jaws in the room. He made first, and not only that, he had more than octupled his points. He knew he had done well in the exam, but doing this well? That was unprecedented. Judging by the reactions of the others, they were just as surprised as he was.

Lucifer chuckled at his score. "How appropriate. 666, the number of the beast."

"Welcome to U.A., Midoriya," Nedzu's hologram greeted. "We will watch your career with great interest."

With that, the hologram switched off, leaving Izuku and the girls with their jaws hanging open, practically inviting bugs into their mouth to swallow. Lucifer slowly turned her head toward Inko and mouthed the word "picnic," to which Inko's eyes sparkled mischievously.

But first, she had to crush her son in a hug. "I'm so proud of you, Izuku!"

He hugged her back and sobbed as well, a sudden group hug forming as he cried in happiness, hugging his mother, daughter, and the love of his life. This was one of the greatest moments of his life, and he didn't know how it would've happened without them.

"Thank you… all of you…" Izuku sniffled, too emotional to express his feelings in words. The girls took pity on him and acknowledged the feelings with a hug once more, setting him at ease.

His only regret at that moment was that he didn't have enough arms to hug them all.

The Garden of Eden is a highly coveted location of the Almighty's forces. It is Heaven on Earth, a paradise that allows one to leave their burdens behind at the gates and spend their time at the Garden in ignorant bliss, away from the eternal battle of good and evil.

Many a demon sought Eden in an attempt to reclaim the divinity they or their ancestors had forsaken long ago in the revolt against Heaven. Those brave or stupid enough to attempt entry would taste the flaming blade of the archangel Uriel, who was tasked with guarding the Garden. And she was damn good at it.

Uriel was known as the Gate Guardian, one of the highest-ranking angels of heaven. Much like Azazel, she wore a white military outfit trimmed with gold, although hers was more elaborate. She wore a jacket unbuttoned to reveal her shirt, gold lining the white. She had a small cross necklace hanging around her neck, and her eyes were blue. Her black hair was cut short and orderly, two fringes framing her face. Atop her head was a white officer's cap marked with a winged golden sword, much like her sisters', and above that, a halo hovered above her, its glow still visible against the desert sun.

Uriel used her limited omnipotence to monitor Eden at all times. If anyone approached the Garden without permission from one of her superiors, she would use her will to make them forget of its existence and send them back into the Sahara. If they proceeded or used force, Uriel would annihilate them before they could blink.

But today was a peaceful day for the second-to-youngest archangel. There were no demons trying to breach the Garden walls, or secret human organizations responsible for hiding horrible monstrosities away from the view of the public eye. Just her, the desert winds, and occasional hiss of the serpent on the Tree of Knowledge.

Then before her very eyes, a portal opened. She drew her sword and prepared to destroy whoever walked through the portal, be they mortal or immortal. A figure emerged from the portal, and her eyes blinked rapidly, not believing what she was seeing.

"Lucifer?"

Her eldest sister smirked, somehow finding purchase on the desert sands. "Hello, Uriel. You've grown since the last time I saw you."

Uriel's eyes pricked with tears as she sheathed her sword. She rushed toward her sister and met her at the bottom of the stairs to Eden, hugging her tightly and sobbing, not wanting to let go. It had been one thousand years since she had last seen her sister, and she never wanted to let go of her again.

"Lucy…"

"It's okay, Uriel, I'm here," Lucifer soothed her, watching as three pillars of light descended from the heavens. Three more figures stepped out of the pillars, clad in the grab of a General of Heaven. The first wore glasses and like Pandemonica had her black hair up in a bun, wearing a cap like Uriel's. The second had a pixie cut and once she saw the group that had joined Lucifer, she broke into a huge smile, while the third's outfit was that of a chief general, with a blue rose on her left breast pocket, an elaborate cross at her neck and a riding crop in her hand.

She glared down at Uriel and Lucifer and met the latter's eyes, keeping her expression neutral.

"Michael." Lucifer greeted, keeping her face as neutral as the archangel before her. Michael responded with a curt nod, slowly making her way down the stairs. "Lucifer."

The tension increased as the three archangels approached, and Izuku looked back and forth between his girlfriend and the strangers, wondering if he was about to witness the beginning of Armageddon. Lucifer and Michael stared at each other, neither one of them breaking line of sight.

Then the grinning archangel could not contain her excitement any longer. "Lucy!"

Lucifer's stoic expression broke into a smile as the eldest and youngest archangels hugged, together again after a millennium. "Hello, Gabriel. Did you miss me?

"Every day! I know you got kicked out of Heaven and everything, but I could try talking to Dad and seeing if He'd be willing to-"

"No." Lucifer and Michael said simultaneously. Gabriel puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. The archangel with glasses seemed to undergo a minor panic attack after she realized that there were several people accompanying her sister. She gulped and pushed up her glasses, clearing her throat.

"Um, Lucy, I didn't realize you'd be bringing so many guests," she said, trying to shed the nervousness that oozed off her.

"Peace, Raphael," Michael soothed, turning her attention back to her elder sister. "Lucifer, you understand that you are responsible for anything that happens in the Garden involving your party, yes?"

"I do."

"Then let us open the gates. Uriel, if you wouldn't mind."

"Oh, right. One second…" Uriel rushed up to the door, seemingly hovering off the ground. She fitted a key into the stone wall of the Garden, and the wall parted to allow entry. Uriel stepped back and proudly gestured to the door, standing at attention. "After you!"

The group headed indoors, and Lucifer's party collectively gasped.

Eden was beautiful. It was a paradise in the middle of Earth's most inhospitable areas, and Izuku could see why Lucifer had wanted to come here to celebrate. Birds sang in the trees, a few animals roamed here and there, and there were trees and bushes with every fruit known to man.

"It's beautiful…" Inko said, completely mesmerized by the natural beauty. Cerberus stopped gaping and sniffed the air, all three triplets locking onto the scent of prey. They lunged forward, immediately getting pulled back by the leashes Pandemonica had tight in her hand, glaring at them.

"No, you three. I am not going to let you embarrass Miss Morningstar in front of her family. Now behave yourselves, or I'll ask one of our kind hostesses for some holy water."

Michael turned to the ground, her normal stoic expression hiding any emotion she might've felt about the demons. It wasn't every day a demon showed up in Eden, but as she was scanning the group, her eyes locked onto the three people who didn't look like demons at all. She blinked, feeling the auras of purity radiating over them.

"Lucifer, where did you find these lost angels?"

Her sister turned to her boyfriend's family and raised an eyebrow. "Um, Michael, these aren't angels."

Michael cocked her head in confusion. "What?"

"This is my boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya. He's the mortal who wandered into Hell, the one who's the closest thing to Adam in the last six thousand years. And this is his mother Inko and his adopted daughter Eri."

The Midoriyas waved, and Michael waved back hesitantly, a small blush on her face. "I see. My apologies. I haven't been around mortals as pure as you three in a long time."

"So this is our future brother-in-law?" Uriel asked, looking over Izuku. She seemed satisfied with him and smiled brightly, literally glowing with joy. "Well, on behalf of the Heaven Host, I welcome you and your family and friends to the Garden of Eden!"

"Thank you, Uriel-san."

"Don't mention it! Tell me, did Lucy mention us in the time you've been together?"

"Not really," Izuku admitted. "Then again, Lucy doesn't seem to enjoy talking about her past."

"Lucy! You didn't tell him about us?" Uriel pouted.

"What was I supposed to tell him? 'Oh, by the way, my sisters are archangels and I haven't seen them in a long time?'" Lucifer snorted, rolling her eyes. "I'm sure he would've reacted to that well."

"Lucy, you're the Devil. If anything, I'd be less surprised by the existence of your sisters. Did you not want to tell me about them because they have some deep dark secrets about your past?" Izuku asked innocently.

Gabriel's eyes flared with mischief. "Once, when Lucy was still an angel, I caught her dancing-"

"GABRIEL!"

"-and she had no idea I was there and I watched her for a full minute. She was pretty good at it too."

"GABRIEL!" Lucifer wailed in embarrassment, hiding her face in her hands. Justice grinned widely, her shit-eating grin a perfect match of Gabriel's.

"Hey, cut Gabe some slack, Lucy. You're really good at dancing." Justice assured, further embarrassing Lucifer.

"Better than Michael, at least. What's the old saying? 'How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?' A lot, but Michael isn't one of them." Gabriel joked, earning a sigh from the archangel. Michael shook her head, pinching her nose at her sister's antics.

"Gabriel, is it possible for you to go five minutes without filling the air with your incessant chittering? You are an archangel, not a monkey."

"Oh come on, Michael! Loosen up! It's not every day we get a vacation like this. Dad knows you need it."

Raphael adjusted her glasses. "Gabriel is right, Michael. I know you like being on top of everything, but it's not good for your health to be constantly on edge. Take a moment, sit down, relax. Uriel, Gabriel, would you please take Lucy's party on a tour? I'd like to give our sisters a bit of privacy."

The youngest archangels nodded, leading the group away while Raphael sighed, greeting Pandemonica with a smile. "Pandemonica, you're looking well."

"As are you, Raphael. Is Heaven just as busy as Hell these days?" Pandemonium replied, a soft and friendly smile gracing her face.

"Oh dear Lord, you have no idea. It's an absolute nightmare."

"I can imagine. Shall we discuss this further over a game of chess and coffee?"

"I would love coffee right now…"

The pair disappeared off into the garden, leaving Lucifer and Michael to their own devices. Neither one of them said anything to one another for a few seconds until they were both sure they were alone. Lucifer extended her wings, the large black-feathered limbs not used to moving as she smirked, Michael also extending her own glorious white wings, flapping them experimentally.

"Race around the Garden to the Tree?" Michael suggested, securing her cap and jacket.

"Oh, you're on!" Lucifer laughed, launching herself into the air. Michael scowled and took flight, quickly closing the distance between herself and her sister. They soared over Eden's wall, following the stone border towards the midday sun.

Lucifer was out of practice in flying, and it showed. Michael quickly overtook her, flashing a smug salute as she zoomed past. "Having trouble, Lucy? Do you need me to slow down?"

The fallen archangel's pride flared to life, blazing in her eyes. "Don't underestimate me, Michael!"

"I suggest you do the same," Michael taunted, flying further ahead. "I'll meet you at the Tree!"

Lucifer huffed and flapped her wings, knowing that in her current state, she had no way of catching up to her sister. She looked around, trying to figure out a way to retake the lead. She saw nothing at first, and her pride grumbled, absolutely abhorring the idea of losing.

Then the desert wind picked up, and a lightbulb went off in her head. Lucifer beat her wings hard, soaring high above the Garden into the drafts above. She felt her wings catch the wind, and smirked as her speed tripled. She glided over the walls, her shadow passing the various plant life as she spotted Michael's bright wings closing in on the Tree.

Lucifer grit her teeth, not liking what she had to do next, but her pride wasn't about to let her lose. She folded her wings against her body and fell, letting gravity turn her into a demonic missile. She rapidly descended towards the ground, feeling the wind tear against her.

Izuku felt a shadow pass over him and watched as Lucifer accidentally dived-bombed Michael, both angels crashing into the ground and landing in a heap, yelps of surprise coming from the others. Uriel and Gabriel rushed over to their sisters, panicking.

"Are you okay?!" Gabriel panicked while Uriel tried not to panic and failed miserably. "Dad's gonna kill me…"

Their panic was cut short by the sounds of Lucifer and Michael laughing together as they crawled out of the ground, dusting themselves off. Michael faced her sister and grinned, hugging Lucifer tight in an act that shocked everyone. What blew their minds further was the smile on the Devil's face as she hugged her sister back, enjoying the feeling after so long without it.

She enjoyed this. Being with her family, and she never wanted to be without them again. But, as she let go of her sister and surveyed the crowd, she noticed that someone was missing.

"Wait, where's Eri?"

"Papa! Mama! Look what I found!" the person of the hour cheered, coming around the corner with a snake across her shoulders and a bird on her head.

"Crowley?" Lucifer said, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the presence of the bird as well. "And Aziraphale?!"

"They usually hide whenever strangers come," Uriel explained to the others. They nodded, and then Uriel's brain realized something.

"Wait, did she just call you 'Mama?'"

Lucifer did a double-take as her brain processed the information, but as she gazed at the small child before her, she smiled and found that she wasn't opposed to the idea.

"Yes. Yes, she did. And if anything happens to her, my boyfriend, or my future mother in law, there will be Hell to pay. Understand?"

Her sisters nodded, not sure how to deal with the information that they were aunts. Lucifer scooped up Eri in her arms, giggling as Crowley the serpent slithered against her affectionately. Izuku joined the family moment, kissing her on the cheek, and Lucifer sighed, knowing that this is where she belonged.

She belonged here, with her family. And if anyone hurt her family, well, God help them.

Izuku stared at the dark swarm of flies watching him from the throne room, processing its request. It had just asked for his story, and then it would tell him its own.

But he was hesitant, recalling the lesson Lucifer and Justice had given him earlier that day. An archdemon banished to the Abyss, the one who fancied herself as a ruler of Hell.

The Lord of Flies, Beelzebub.

It wasn't that hard to figure out, honestly. Swarm of flies and a location that looked like an Abyss? It could only be her.

He wanted to know what she was planning, but that required a little give and take. Give information, take information. So he began, leading with the earliest memories of his life.

"Not all men are created equal. I learned this at the age of four…"

The Envy of the Lord of Flies

"...and thus, here I am, speaking to you." Izuku finished.

Beelzebub sighed, the sound heavily warped by the buzzing of the swarm surrounding her. Izuku couldn't see it through the black cloud of flies, but she shook her head, tutting. "It seems that humans and celestials aren't that different after all."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Our lives parallel in several places. Before you jump to judge me so hastily, let me explain," she asked, Izuku silencing himself as she gathered her thoughts. It had been a few billion years since the beginning of her existence, and her memories from that time were hazy. But she still recalled the significant details in their entirety, and that was all that mattered.

"I began my existence as a nameless angel, created by the Almighty to combat those who would threaten Creation. I was an obedient soldier who followed my orders to the letter. But as I fought those who opposed the Creator, I was suddenly caught off guard by an enemy and was nearly vanquished. Fortunately, my commanding officer, the Morning Star herself, swooped in to save me. She burned the enemy with holy fire and pulled me to my feet, telling me to stay strong as she flew off to battle the next enemy.

"I stood there for a few moments, in awe of her glory as she annihilated entire legions with a simple flick of her wrist, scorching the Earth and protecting all that her father had created. And in that moment, I envied her. I felt weak, like a burden to my comrades and her, and I desired power like that. The power to destroy my enemies with hardly a thought."

Beelzebub mused to herself, remembering just how naive she had been, marveling at Lucifer's angelic form as she destroyed the enemies of God.

"I suppose that moment of envy planted the seeds for my joining Lucifer's rebellion against the Almighty. We were angels, after all. Perfect beings who should be worshipped alongside the Lord, not servants to the descendants of monkeys. No offense."

"None taken."

"Anywho, there was a war in Heaven, Lucifer and her supporters, myself included, were cast out of paradise and Fell to the Earth. Some of us followed Lucifer after we fell, others decided to wander independently. As for myself, I wandered the Earth for a few thousand years, and around the time the descendants of Moses embraced sole worship of the Lord, I came across a pagan god.

"He was called Ba'al Zabul and he called out to me with his dying breath. The Israelites had forbidden any worship of any deities that were not their god, and so Ba'al Zabul was starving. The pagans' belief in him had kept him alive for centuries, but now it had stopped, and his essence was fading. Desperate to survive, he reached out to me and offered power, glory, but most importantly, a name."

The swarm turned to look in Izuku's direction and he swore he could feel her eyes burning into him.

"I'm sure you know the power of a name, Son of Man. How it defines a person, gives them a title, a purpose. The promise of a name was everything to a nameless angel like myself, and so I accepted his essence, and we merged."

Beelzebub seemed to shudder at the memory, the swarm nearly scattering before tightening their formation.

"It was not a pleasant experience. All I remember is the sudden surge of power within me, the pain of my body morphing into my current form, and the drone of flies' wings drowning out my screaming. But when I awoke, I found myself with two sets of memories. One from the angel I used to be, and the other from the pagan god. I remember the panic that set in as I struggled with myself, trying to make sense of the knowledge filling my head. Old magicks, ones unknown to the Almighty and even Lucifer herself coursed through my mind, drowning out any and all reason.

"I only made it out of the chaos by asking myself two questions. 'Who was I?' and 'Who did I want to be?' I knew that I wasn't the fallen angel of the Lord, nor was I Ba'al Zabul. I was something greater, something that no one would have ever predicted in millennia."

She laughed, and the swarm vibrated with her.

"I was- no, I am Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies, former archdemon and ruler of Hell and currently the sole occupant of the Abyss. I finally had a will of my own, a purpose. I was not a pawn in someone's game, or a nameless face in an army. I had power, and I would use it to obtain what I desired.

"After I resolved my identity crisis, I reported back to Lucifer and spent the next several thousand years as her lieutenant, sowing fear and chaos among the faithful. I tempted several of them into sins of gluttony, and gleefully tortured the souls of the gluttonous. And yet, as befitting my Sin, I wanted more. I was not satisfied with torturing pigs until the end of days, and I desired the crown that sat upon the head of Lucifer. Unfortunately, even with the combined power of Ba'al Zabul and myself, I would not stand a chance facing Lucifer head-on. I needed something to distract her while I made preparations for a coup, and my answer came around two centuries before Dante decided to visit."

"Justice," Izuku realized. The swarm made a motion like nodding.

"Exactly. Justice had recently stepped into the role of the High Prosecutor, and she was probably the best one Hell has ever seen. Efficient, brutal, and ruthless to those who deserved it, but she still had a kind side that very few demons ever expressed. Lucifer found that refreshing, and attractive. After a little matchmaking on my end, I set the two up together, which was exactly what my plan needed. With both the High Prosecutor and the Queen of Hell distracted, I made preparations for my takeover.

"They never saw it coming. I was simply their friend, laughing and smiling with them as we enjoyed the suffering of sinners. But once Justice was off on her way to the Sin Machine after a particularly exciting night with Lucifer and I, my plan shot into action. As Lucifer and I crossed the icy surface of Lake Cocytus, I stopped her with small talk while I subtly activated the pagan binding techniques Ba'al Zabul's memories had provided and forced her waist-deep into the ice with hardly a thought. I still remember the looks of surprise, betrayal, and rage as she cursed me, swearing that when she got out, there would be Hell to pay. 'Yes,' I responded, cupping her chin. 'But it won't be your Hell.'"

Beelzebub stopped, the memories challenging her composure as her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"Before I continue, I just want you to know that a millennium in the Abyss gives one the time to think about what they did to end up here. I fully regret what I did to Lucifer and Justice, but I doubt either one of them would be willing to even give the time of day at this point.

"After my coup, Dante came to visit, wrote about what he saw, and left. Of course, that was after my self-assessed excellent leadership skills resulted in Hell falling apart. The winds of Gluttony raced to Lust, souls were left unchecked and free to roam wherever they pleased, and that left me with a smug grin on my face, eating all of Hell's chocolate, including Lucifer's secret stash of authentic 14th century Italian chocolate.

"Eventually, the demons realized that things in Hell had been better when Lucifer was in charge, and so they sought out Justice, who had gone into hiding. To this day, I still don't know how she managed to stay hidden from me for so long. She freed Lucifer from the frozen lake and faced me in battle, and that was the first time I ever felt fear."

Beelzebub fixed her gaze upon the glowing figure before her.

"You say Justice wiped the floor with you several times over without breaking a sweat? I fought her in her prime, when she was serious. If you thought Judgement was terrifying, I pray that you never make her predecessor upset. Justice fought with a ferocity I had never witnessed in my entire life, taking blow after blow from my monstrous form and shrugging them off while putting me on the defensive. She bought enough time for Lucifer to open a one-way portal to the Abyss and shoved me through, and I have remained here ever since.

"I've tried to get out myself, mind you. Ba'al Zabul was born in the Abyss from the pagans who believed in him, and he used that belief to make his way out. The same goes for any of the other gods, who used the faith bestowed onto them by their worshippers to escape. I tried to use the same spell they did, but it didn't work. No one worshipped me. I had no followers, no faith or belief to fuel the magic needed to make a way out. I resigned myself to my fate five hundred years ago. The Abyss became my kingdom, and I embraced the madness that came with the solitude.

"For all I know, Son of Man, you could be a figment of my imagination. A glimmer of hope my subconscious created to help me cope with my existence until I fade into the void. But I suppose I have learned how to control the mists of the Abyss and turn them into anything I wish. A glass of wine, a throne on which to ponder on while my empty castle is silent, leaving me only with the sound of my own thoughts."

The Lord of Flies looked up suddenly, noticing a change in Izuku's hazy figure.

"Ah, it appears our time together is at an end, Son of Man. If you happen to see Lucy and/or Justice out there in Creation, tell them-, tell them I'm sorry. I don't expect their forgiveness, but would you do this old fly that one simple favor?"

"I will."

"Thank you. Until next time, Son of Man."

Izuku woke up to the feeling of Lucifer's kiss on his forehead. He grinned and blinked his eyes open, focusing on his girlfriend above him. She smirked and kissed him, caressing his cheek as she straddled his hips. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Are you ready to move into U.A.?"

"That's today?" he asked, brain still booting up. Lucifer snorted and rolled her eyes. She tried to hold back her laughter but failed miserably and giggled, eventually succumbing to full body laughter.

"I swear you lose all of your IQ points when you're waking up. It's adorable," Lucifer remarked, kissing Izuku again as his brain finished its booting. He sat up, cradling her against his chest. They continued to make out even as Izuku rose from the bed, still carrying her by the hips and walking into the closet, closing the door behind him.

A few minutes later, both of them emerged from the closet, dressed properly. Lucifer was dressed in her normal work outfit, complete with a fresh coat of lipstick, some of it present on Izuku's blushing cheek. He was dressed in U.A.'s student uniform, complete with a red tie that he had tried and failed to tie several times before Lucifer had lost her patience and done it for him.

"How did you manage to get your fingers tangled into the tie, Izuku? I don't even know how that's possible."

"Um… ties have always been hard for me to tie?"

"Really? How many times have you had to wear them?"

"Two? And both of them when I was little, so my mom tied them for me."

"Ah. That explains it."

The sound of three people knocking on the door simultaneously interrupted any further conversation. "Master, Miss Morningstar, breakfast is ready!"

"Thank you, Cerberus. We'll be right out." Izuku replied. Their footsteps scurried away, leaving him alone with the woman he loved. She smiled at him and took his arm, snuggling as much as she could into his side. He laughed and blushed at the contact, still not used to so much affection from one person.

They stepped into the hall and made their way to the dining room, hearing the assorted chatter from the dining room. It sounded like Zdrada was annoying Malina again, Justice was having a nice morning chat with Pandemonica, Eri, and Inko. Cerberus was trying to read over Modeus's shoulder for information on things they were definitely too innocent to know about, and Azazel was blushing over Judgement's abs. Again.

In other words, a normal morning for the Midoriya residence.

Izuku and Lucifer joined the rest of their family of misfits at the table and began digging into the chocolate pancakes Inko had taught Izuku to make so well, celebrating his move into U.A.

"Papa, can I come and visit you at school?" Eri asked, peering up at him with her adorable red hopeful eyes.

Izuku ran his hand through her hair and smiled, patting her head a few times. "Of course you can, Eri. Just not while I'm in the middle of class. I doubt you'd like to learn college-level math or English at this point in your life."

"Papa, what's English?"

"English is another language, Eri. It's another way that people talk, just like how we're speaking Japanese right now."

"Oh."

"I know it's hard to think about now, but maybe on a weekend, we can watch a movie together in English with Japanese subtitles. Would you like that?"

Eri nodded sheepishly, allowing herself to be placed in Izuku's lap as he fed her Inko's chocolate pancakes. She made happy unicorn baby noises as she munched on the pancakes, feeling happier now than she had for the last two years of her life, which was saying something.

Alas, the adorable breakfast bonding time between father and daughter was cut short by the urgent need to get to U.A.'s campus. Izuku and Lucifer wished the others goodbye, stepping outside on their way to public transport to the university.

The ride was not that long. It was short, all things considered, but still long enough for Lucifer to almost nod off on Izuku's shoulder, sleeping peacefully. The other passengers on the train smiled, the sight of such a lovely couple warming their hearts.

The stop for U.A. arrived faster that Izuku would've expected. He gently woke up Lucifer, and together, the two of them exited the train and made their way to the main entrance, Izuku's excitement bleeding off of him in massive quantities.

"I'm here. I'm actually here, at U.A.!"

"Yes, you are, Izuku," Lucifer chuckled, taking his arm as they both walked in together. "All because you decided to take a shortcut down a dark alley."

"Hey, you can't get anywhere in life without taking any risks. How else would I have met you? My darling Morning Star?"

"Are you trying to seduce me? Because your painfully corny yet endearing pickup lines could use some work, but it's working~."

"Lucy-"

"Deku-kun!"

Both Izuku and Lucifer turned around and saw Ochako waving from the entrance. Izuku's face lit up in greeting, while Lucifer's expression soured and her tail wrapped around him possessively. "Uraraka-san! Hi!"

"We both decided to move in at the same time! How crazy is that!" Ochako beamed, greeting Izuku with a smile that rivaled one of Izuku's own. "Is this your girlfriend?"

"Yes. Uraraka-san, this is-"

"I am Lucifer Morningstar, Queen of Hell, Princess of Darkness, Satan the Devil, temptress of mankind," Lucifer interrupted, her demonic aura flaring up as she poured all of her charisma into intimidating the girl before her. "And Izuku Midoriya is my boyfriend, mortal."

Lucifer expected Ochako to quiver before her might, to run away screaming, to flee from the terror before her. Instead, she smiled brightly and nodded. "You seem pretty nice."

"Wha- I am not nice, mortal! I'm literally the antithesis of nice!"

"If you weren't nice, I don't think Deku-kun would be your boyfriend."

Lucifer sputtered, utterly failing to understand what had just happened. "That is hardly beside the point!"

"I dunno Lucy. Uraraka-san does have a point," Izuku conceded. "If you weren't nice, you could've just let me die in Hell."

"Don't gang up on me like this!"

"But I thought you liked not being in control sometimes."

"Yes, but this wasn't what I meant!"

"Oh? Then what did you mean, Lucy?" Izuku asked, crossing his arms and applying a coy smirk that Justice had taught him well. Lucifer stammered and blushed, her tsundere brain struggling to counteract all the teasing that had assaulted her in the last thirty seconds.

"B-BAKA!"

She let out a shrill wail, running towards Heights Alliance at full speed. Izuku startled and ran after her, trying not to get in trouble before classes even started. "Lucy! Do you even know where you're going?!"

"Somewhere away from you! Y-You- you meanie!"

"Lucy!"

Ochako stood over to the side and watched in confusion as a car pulled up, dropping off two people. The first was a woman with pink skin and matching fluffy hair. Two yellow horns stuck out of the hair, and her eyes were yellow with black sclera. The other was a tall, muscular man with spiky red hair, matching eyes and eyebrows, and the sharpest teeth a human being could possibly have.

"What's with them?" the woman asked Ochako, both she and the man watching Lucifer and Izuku race across the field.

"Oh, nothing. I just helped Deku-kun fluster his girlfriend until her embarrassment tolerance broke and she ran away like a tsundere. I'm Ochako Uraraka, by the way."

"Mina Ashido, and this is my boyfriend, Eijiro Kirishima," she replied. "Why do I get the feeling this year is going to be very interesting?"

"Probably because we've been on campus for less than five minutes and there's already drama," Eijiro replied. He looked over and saw the amount of luggage Ochako had, his helpy helperton instincts flaring wildly. It wouldn't be manly to just let a person in need unpack by themselves.

"Can I give you a hand with these?"

"Yes please," Ochako nodded, stepping aside to allow Eijiro access to her trunk. "Such a gentleman, Kirishima!"

"I try my best. Why don't we all go ahead and check in? I'm sure we're all excited to start the year."

"You said it, Kiri," Mina beamed, kissing her boyfriend's cheek. "Uraraka, I can feel you checking me out. At least buy me dinner first~."

"If it was okay with Kirishima and I had the money, I would," Ochako answered truthfully. That caught both of her dormmates off guard, but Mina recovered quickly, smiling impishly. "Oh, I like you. I think we're going to get along just fine."

"Why do I get the feeling that you two getting along is going suddenly expand to the entire female population of the class?" Kirishima asked, his eyes wide with anxiety.

Mina waved her hand at him. "Don't worry about it. It'll be fine!"

"More than fine," Ochako added, her grin mirroring Mina's own.

Kirishima gulped and followed both girls inside, unable to shake the feeling that he was in danger. What kind of danger, he wasn't sure.

Yep, this year was going to be interesting.