My Villainous Medley

by Zayden StormVoid

A one-shot fantasy story based on 'Epic Disney Villains Medley' from Peter Hollens, ft. Whitney Avalon. Come step into this world and see your MHA characters take a musical trip down Villainy Lane. Be prepared! One-Shot, IzukuxHarem, Minor Character Bashing. You have been warned, now don't blame me, all you poor unfortunate souls, for what you find...

Hey everybody! It is I Zayden StormVoid here! And welcome to this little side project that I made.

This story is simply a one-off short story/musical based on a YouTube video called Epic Disney Villains Medley by Peter Hollens featuring Whitney Avalon. It's a mash-up of songs from several of Disney's most iconic Villains, sung by both Hollens and Whitney while wearing outfits similar to the Disney Villains whose songs they are singing. It's really good and Hollens has also made several different parodies and versions of other songs, A Capella covers, and more. Go watch both of their work, it's really good.

Anyways, this is basically a story and world that I came up with when I listened to this video for the 50th time and then read an MHA fantasy fic, and the two ideas just clashed together, and this was formed in my head: An MHA fantasy villain medley. It also might be a good idea to just pull up the actual video and have it play along to when the characters sing.

I made this story originally to release on my birthday, alongside a chapter to one of my other stories, but because I don't think I can get anything out quite fast enough, I might as well release this now, only a few days after the anniversary to my now exclusive AO3 fic, MHA watches Death Battle, and only a day after both my father's birthday and Izuku Midoriya's canonical birthday. Yep, feels like the stars are aligning here.

Again, this is just a one-off story I made up that I didn't want to rot away in my brain space forever. But if you guys show enough support for it, I could make an actual story based around or leading up to the events in this story, I actually have enough background information that I had built up for this fic to make an actual multi-chapter story. But with my commitment to MHA watches Death Battle, Welcome to the MCU, and My Hero Pokedamia, and how long those chapters take for me to do, don't hold your breath.

And without further ado, let's just jump right into it.

P.S. If you are a Mirio, All Might, Endeavor, or Sir Nighteye fan, then this story will have slight to major bashing on these characters and so if that is not your cup of tea, then I kindly ask you to exit the premises. This story ain't for you.

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My Villainous Medley

Third POV

A splash of cold water awoke Mirio, panting and gasping out of his slumber. He coughed and sputtered the water out of his mouth, shaking his head like a dog.

He tried to pull his hands up to his face, to wipe the water from his eyes. It was then he realized several things that his fogginess hid from his senses: his hands felt restricted.

Blinking away the water away rapidly, Mirio's blurry vision focused and realized his current predicament. Instead of being on his back in his nice, comfy, royal bed like he assumed, he was instead on his knees, his arms spread out and chained to the dark floor around him.

Speaking of which, the room he was in was also not the royal palace or his quarters. Instead, the room was dark and wider than he anticipated. From what he could tell, it looked more like a section of an underground maze of columns than a jail cell. The only light in the room was the few lit torches along the columns and a single spotlight that he noticed was shining down on him, enough to light the area around his bound form in a small circle but just that. When looking up to see where the light was coming from, he could find nothing, somehow the light was too blinding to make out anything with his current vision.

As he tested and fought against the chains, the Royal Prince looked down at his outfit. A white set of royal garbs, not too dissimilar of a style to the clothes worn by the nobility of the Fae Kingdom, Alfheim. Royal, splendid enough, but not fitting enough for a powerful Prince like himself.

His mind raced with confusion and panic. Why is he wearing such clothing that was beneath him? Why was he chained in this dark room? Hell, where was this place he was chained in?

'Easy Mirio. Focus,' The Prince thought, slowing his breathing, calming down. 'Do what Sir Nighteye said: Focus. Clear your mind. Be in the moment and visualize the where, the when, and the now.'

Doing so, Mirio's mind took him inwards and recounted to him who he was, where he was, and why he was here.

He, Prince Mirio Togata Toshinori, Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Light, Yuuei, of the magical continent of Arcadia, the 9th bearer of the Royal Family's sacred magic: One For All, was sent on a mission by his father, King Yagi Toshinori, Beloved Ruler and Hero of Yuuei, the All Mighty, and his mentor, the Great Seer, Sir Nighteye.

From his studies, his kingdom was once part of a larger, prosperous realm, a land full of amazing magic, some now thought ancient and/or lost, harmoniously living with creatures of varying races from the different kingdoms and lands, like Light and Dark Elves of the Gothel Kingdom, the Fairies and Pixies of Alfheim, even the Dwarves of Nidavelir.

That was until the Great Schism. 200 years ago, the King had two sons. The eldest, the Crown Prince, was tall, with short white, messy hair, rugged, if not intimidating, and with a charming smile on his face and inquisitive eyes that held a curious soul. The younger one was shorter and meeker than his brother, with long white locks, a thinner form for his more seclusive and studious nature, and a shy, yet brave and caring soul.

One day, the two discovered and ventured into a cave, ancient and hidden. As they made their way through the cave's traps and mechanisms, they found their prize at the end: two mystical orbs, dancing over and around each other, almost like a dance. One was as white and pure as a blinding star, the other a dark orb, black and enveloping as the starless sky. When the brothers neared them, the orbs lashed out and went into them. The dark orb flowed into the eldest while the white went to the youngest, and both were bestowed magics they had never seen. It was only after they had practiced these magics they were bestowed upon that they would later gain their names: All For One and One For All.

The younger brother's magics, once lackluster, were now greatly enhanced, his once thin body soon became a leaner sort of strong that almost rivaled his elder brother. Even magic that once seemed unobtainable was now easy to master and evolve to the youngest prince. But the eldest's power was different, eviler, and more corrupt, or so Nighteye and his father told Mirio, though the prince had little to doubt them. The power that All For One held was able to steal the magic, even life force if willed to, of those in his grasp, taking the ability to cast magic from those gifted souls, often dubbed the Quirked. With their magical Quirked cores stolen, they would fuel the brother's own magics, but he could likewise grant others magical power to enhance them, even gift magical cores to those that didn't have any.

The brothers quarreled and fought with each other often, the younger brother wary of his brother's gift, calling it a corrupt curse that was poisoning his mind, while the elder called his sibling small-minded, fearful, and weak of will as ever. Soon, an incident reached a boiling point, the two clashed, and in trying to prevent the fighting, the boys' father, the King died. With their ideals clashing, the younger brother led the nobles to find the elder rightfully guilty of his use of the Dark magics. The elder brother was cast from the kingdom.

That was until half the nobles and half the kingdom followed the elder brother in seceding from the Yuuei Kingdom to form a kingdom of their own. If the elder brother was to be cast the Dark Villain, then his kingdom would be a Dark one, the Kingdom of Musutafu, the Black Kingdom. And where the eldest kept the name of his father, the youngest took his mother's name.

The two kingdoms would clash in seemingly never-ending wars, yet where the elder seemed free from the hands of Death and mortality, the youngest was not. On his deathbed, the youngest and his heir had discovered a new aspect of the magic he gained from that cave so long ago. Where his magic had made him immune to his brother's, the youngest brother's power was to transfer that very same magic, along with their own magic and, eventually, soul to another and grow stronger through that successor and so forth with every new bearer of One For All.

Mourned though he did, the elder brother continued his reign as a Dark King of Fear and Chaos, taking the magics of those who stand against his tyranny and pursuing avenues and experiments thought too Dark and vile to put to word. His infamy grew and the Dark King was more widely referred to by the name of his magic: All For One.

This would continue for 200 years, the two kingdoms forever in a stalemate against the other, the immortal Dark King against his brother's descendants. Some would push him back to his land and halt his kingdom's advance, some fell to his might and passed One For All to their successor, the Holy Soul Magic forever from All For One's reach.

After the death of his grandmother, Queen Nana, she passed the magic to her son and heir, Mirio's father, King Yagi Toshinori, who would be later known throughout the land as the All Mighty, thus named for his unbeatable strength, sheer magical power, one many believed rivaled a god, and for his greatest feat: the final defeat of the Black Kingdom.

Over 20 years ago, one final war to end the Great War had ensued and All For One, weakened by his unnatural number of years finally getting to him, was slain by the All Mighty. But despite the Dark King's defeat, his foul magic didn't fade with him. It turned out the magic of All For One could be itself given too, and thus was it given to All For One's own eldest son, Tenko.

But even with the new King, he too was slain in battle, and the Dark Kingdom collapsed with him. But with the young King's dying breath, he uttered one last spell, cursing the lands of Musutafu to be inhospitable towards the All Mighty and his brood, for the land to remain fruitful and unspoiled for its citizens, till the promised Prince returned and reclaimed his throne.

All For One had sired another child, a second son, and when inspecting Tenko's corpse, they found his magics and All For One had and surely passed to the missing Prince of Darkness.

The All Mighty would not have this and would send his forces to kingdom after kingdom, in search of the missing Dark Heir. Sir Nighteye told him it was to 'deliver him to salvation', though Mirio always felt that there was a cryptic double meaning to the Great Seer's words, as he often did. They searched high and low, from the Kingdoms associated with the Light Kingdom to the Dark and Neutral Kingdoms, including the Gothel Kingdom. Yet despite their efforts, they found nothing.

Still, the Black Throne was vacant, and without a King, the Dark Kingdoms would never mobilize against the White Throne. The Yuuei Kingdom continued, prosperous, growing, bountiful, and orderly under King Toshinori's humble rule, helped by the wisdom of the Great Seer and enforced fairly and justly by the Kingdom's mightiest general, Enji Todoroki, the Endeavor.

And so has this been for all of Mirio's life. He was trained by both his father and Sir Nighteye and educated by the Great Seer in the knowledge and ways of the world and magic. His father passed on the sacred magic of One For All to him on his 18th name day, greatly increasing his strength and magic. He attended and graduated from the Kingdom's most venerated school, Yuuei University, with the highest honors and grades. He made a dear friend in Tamaki Amajiki of the noble Amajiki family and was even betrothed to the Fae Princess of Alfheim, the fairy Nejire Hado. All was looking well in the White Prince's life.

Until a few months ago. The neighboring neutral Kingdom, Liberato, was overtaken and conquered by an unforeseen army bearing the banners of multiple kingdoms. Of the rumored kingdoms, the banners included those of the Gothel Kingdom, the Marsh Tribes, the Gaston War Band, the Vampire Kingdom of Steinhold, the Dragons of Avalon, and, above them all, the Dark Symbol of the Musutafu Kingdom.

Soon after, word spread of thousands passing into the once vacant Kingdom, the curse was seemingly broken, and forces marshaled under the Dark lands. The associated Kingdoms grew silent and without reply to the White King's messages, and any means to enter the kingdoms was met with warnings, swords, spears, arrows, or enchantments to turn their forces away.

Thus, to investigate the sudden incidents, and to see if the rumors of the Dark Kingdom's Prince returning at last, he, Prince Mirio, was sent as a spy, disguised under the name of Prince Ali, of the Fae Kingdom of Alfheim, under the guise of negotiations for joining the Dark Kingdom, and, if what he found was true, gain the trust of the Dark Heir, enough to sneak into his chambers and slay him in his bed.

At first, Mirio was apprehensive of this plan, finding this subtle act of assassination too dishonest, cowardly, and without glory. How was he to be sung in the same awe, respect, and love of the people as they did with his father without a grand battle between his power against the Dark Heir? However, his father had convinced him that this task was the most noble of all: to sacrifice his glory and honor to save the lives of his people from eventual war.

And so, for a month, a month away from home, away from his friend, Amajiki, and his lovely betrothed, Lady Haya, his betrothed, his mentor, and his father, he worked to gain the new Dark King's trust. He believed his work was done after his dinner with the Dark King and the words of trust they spoke with each other. He remembered that he set out to complete his mission that night, dagger in hand.

Clearly, with his current predicament, he was discovered and failed.

Seeing that he might be found out, he tried to use his unique magic, Permeation, to phase through his binds to escape. To his dismay, his Magic failed to activate. When he tried calling for the magical strength of One For All to break his chains by force, the faint spark of white lightning was seen around him, but his strength failed him too.

'Must be some kind of magic suppressing runes in the chains,' Mirio thought, assured that it had to be the work of the Dark King's expert mage, the Witch Doctor, or perhaps the infamous, unknown Grand Arch Mage known simply as the Count. Maybe it was the work of the Dark King's latest ally, an unknown figure that is said to specialize in Dream and Wish magic, with an assortment of mages experienced in illusion, hypnotic, shapeshifting, and even teleportation magic. His name was rumored to be Jafar.

Or they assumed this individual was a man. No woman of a foreign kingdom could have ascended to such a level of power and influence, or so Sir said. Mirio felt inclined to disagree, such as how Queen Nana once ruled with such grace and power that she was second only to Father and the Endeavor even. Sir made him see the way of the world, and how their kingdom was of a different caliber, superior to the others, with how steadfast they are to the Holiest and pure of the magical arts.

Nejire never seemed to like when this was said, the two never really liking the other. Sir was quite passionate about his disapproval of Lady Hado as his bride, but his father wouldn't hear any of it. Father said such a union would forever have the Fae Kingdom in their call as loyal allies.

Regardless, whoever it was that chained him or found him out, Mirio found it pointless to think about. What was important was how to get out of this prison.

"Oh? And what a predicament my guest has found himself," The torches of the dark chamber went out for a second before lighting up again with green wildfire.

Mirio snapped his head up at the sound of the voice, so kind sounding, generous and silky, but Mirio could also hear the manipulation on his silvery tongue, how disturbing at times he found the man's sharp-toothed grin, one that all but flaunted his superiority, in Mirio's opinion.

But as much as he held disgust for him, Mirio had to feign ignorance, just enough for him to get these chains off and get the Hell out of there.

"My Lord?" Mirio asked, trying to continue his more Fae-like accent, hoping that Sir's illusion enchantment still held, an enchantment that made him look like a Fairy, making his skin slightly tanner and his hair violet purple and neck-length. "Please, I have been changed so suddenly in my sleep. There must be some kind of misunderstanding here."

"Oh, but my dear, sweet Prince Ali," The Dark Heir replied, clicking his tongue like a disappointed parent. "I can practically smell it on you. The fear that you were discovered, the subtle scent of Noxvial to hide your presence like you were night herself, the Hydra poison laced in your dagger to slay me in my bed."

A knife shot out of the darkness, sticking onto the ground a few feet in front of him: his dagger. "Isn't that so, Prince Mirio."

Mirio was silent, contemplating. It appeared his disguise enchantment was broken, his cover blown. He let his nervous smiling guise fall to reveal the hateful, disgusted frown he always kept back. "So, you found out, after all this time," Mirio growled. "I was sure my disguise was flawless. I guess I should expect nothing less, King Midoriya."

Out of the shadows, stepped the man himself, the last remaining son of King Hisashi Midoriya, the Dark Heir, the Promised Prince, the Wildfire, the Overlord, the Dragon King: Izuku Midoriya.

"Don't be so arrogant, dear Prince. After all this time would imply I was ever fooled," Izuku grinned, his canines clearly showing. "But from the moment you stepped foot in my castle, I knew who you were."

The Dark Prince was donned in his armor, black as pitch night with an emerald trim that seem to glow alive with wildfire. His black cape flowed to the ground, bearing in silver trim the emblem of his house's insignia, a Black Dragon with a white eye above and chasing the tail of a White Dragon with a black eye who was chasing the other dragon's tail. Likewise emblazed in the cape were depictions of legendary dragons of the south, fierce Direwolves of the North, hulking eastern Leviathans, and mighty Griffins of the West. A golden and silver fur collar was around his shoulders, a stark contrast to his attire, the mane of what was left that was used to forge Midoriya's legendary armor: the Nemean Lion.

The new King of Darkness's features were admittingly handsome, with remnants of what was once an innocent, plain appearance that would make an angel blush, such as his diamond-shaped freckles and short nose. Now, his features were sharpened, hardened by what seemed like a harsh, painful life, like the scar running over his left eye. His jawline was chiseled and flaked with dark hairs of stubble, and his canines poked out of his smirking mouth. The sides of his head were shaved to a fade, the rest of his black and emerald-colored hair, as well as his blazing emerald eyes, the influence of his mother, no doubt, yet the hair's unruliness and the blazing fire in his eyes showed just who his father was.

"I must say, it is a pleasure to finally, formally, meet with my other side of the family," Izuku Midoriya stated. "You are just the same as all those years ago."

Mirio's brow perked upward. "We've met before?"

"Oh, yes, we have, though back then I was but a wayward Prince with nothing, no kingdom, no family, no knowledge of who I truly was. I was a mere peasant to your eyes," Izuku revealed, his eyes darkened as if remembering a painful past. "I tried to speak to you when we were both young, but you were but a pompous, spoiled Prince, who didn't want to sully his hands with my 'lesser blood'."

Midoriya blew a snort of smoking air out of his mouth. "You greatly disappointed me then, just as you disappoint me now."

"I had a station to fulfill, an appearance I needed to remain clean, and more important duties to attend to," Mirio defended himself, echoing Nighteye's words. "I couldn't waste my time with something and someone so trivial. But knowing who you were, you weren't trivial, but filthy."

Izuku merely smiled. "Finally showing your true colors."

"I would say the same of you, Dark King," Mirio fired back. "You and your family have only ever shown one side to yourselves: Dark, Cruel, and Malevolent. A stain upon this world and magic itself."

"Ooh, are those your words or Nighteye's?" Izuku pondered, leaning down a bit with a slight sneer. "Or perhaps Uncle Toshinori's? Or is it cousin?"

"They are my words and mine alone," Mirio yelled, trying to slam his face closer to Midoriya's, the chains holding him back to where they were a few inches apart, yet the Dark King held no reaction, not even a flinch. "Makes no difference whether my father or Sit taught me the way of things."

"And what is the way of things, Prince of Light?" Izuku asked, leaning back and pacing around the room, circling him.

"That your family is Evil and Vile!" Mirio roared out at him like it was a doctrine. "Cursed by the tainted, corruptive power of All For One, cursed by the Lord, and a disgrace to Great-Grandfather Yoichi's memory! A family of nothing more than living, walking abortions!"

Midoriya ceased his pacing, stopping behind him, strangely silent, though Mirio could feel his ire, his magical presence engulfing him like he was in the middle of the vast endless ocean, pulling him down into its crushing depths. Not even his father felt this strong.

Suddenly, the pressure ceased and Midoriya let out a low chuckle. "Quite the opinion that you and Toshinori have of me and my family."

"It's the truth!" Mirio roared again. "It is what has been said for hundreds of years!"

"And what is the truth of word of mouth alone than biased opinion? Especially of a kingdom that harbors a grudge against mine?" Midoriya suddenly snapped and looked at him with fire in his eyes. "The only truth in this world is by facts, evidence, laws of the universe, and magic intertwined into the fabric of reality. I chose to see the world with a gaze beyond my father's vision, in this truth. And from where it stands, your family is no more corrupt than mine was. Worse even."

"Liar!" Mirio roared back, disgusted at this nonsense. "You are just like your father! Speaking half-truths into lies and manipulating wayward souls to your silvery tongue!"

"Is that so?" Midoriya asked, his smirk cunning and already victorious. "Then how's about this? Why don't I regale you with my side of the story and the truth of things? Of why your family is so much more corrupt, and still is, than mine was?"

"And how do I know this isn't bias opinion from your whore other's word of mouth?" Mirio asked, flinging Midoriya's words back at him.

Midoriya's face darkened, his eyes alight with wildfire, sharpened like the eyes of a dragon, his canines appearing in a slight growl. After he cooled himself down, Midoriya raised his right hand and Mirio thought he was about to be struck by his magic.

Instead, the Dragon King raised his fingers to his lips in a three-fingered claw. Pressing them to his lips, whispering something before pressing the fingers to his heart. "I swear that all of what I say will be the honest truth of events of the past and present. I swear by the Seas of Chaos, through where all magic comes, flows, and goes."

Mirio felt the pressure of the oath and the shock in his soul. To make a pledge to the Seas of Chaos, Creator and Lord of all Magic and Creation, was a serious oath. To even commit one slight infraction is tantamount to a life worse than death. To lose all your magic at best and risk total death at worst, so complete that your soul will not even have an afterlife. No Hell, Heaven, just your soul tossed into the Seas of Chaos and become nothing.

The White Prince found this fortuitous and Midoriya a fool. It's clear that he will speak in half-truths like his father, after all, the apples doesn't fall far from the tree. Half-truths might as well be lies to the oath, Mirio believed, and will not only have Midoriya likely die at most and rid the world of All For One once and for all, at least.

Mirio stayed silent, allowing Midoriya to speak his words, awaiting his demise.

"You surely already know much about the history of our families, our kingdoms, and they are true...for the most part," Midoriya began.

Mirio tensed, already waiting for a possible end to Midoriya by lightning or something. But nothing happened. 'Yet,' Mirio thought, patiently.

"You thought a moment ago that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. That's true, too," Midoriya revealed, surprising the White Prince with how he read his mind. "But it wasn't my father I took after the most, it was my mother, the Queen of the Dark Kingdom, Inko Midoriya. Has Toshinori talked about her?"

Mirio remained silent in response. In truth, no, he didn't. His father hadn't taught him much about the Dark Queen, and whenever she was mentioned, his father was silent and would speak no more of the subject. When Mirio took his question to Nighteye, he was quickly silenced and ordered never to utter that foul, bewitching name again. It was not the first time Mirio had seen Sir angry, but it was the first time he saw him downright vengeful, hateful really. Sir would then compose himself after looking shocked as if he slipped about something. Was it perhaps why he called her bewitching?

"I'd imagine not. Doesn't exactly paint him in pure and holy light your kingdom does," Midoriya chuckled. "My mother was a mage. From a small town outside our two kingdoms, land that was contested numerous times in the past. She wasn't overtly wealthy, wasn't of any royal blood as far as I'm aware, but she was special."

Midoriya smiled fondly. Mirio was taken aback by such emotion on the Dark King's face. "She was the most beautiful woman in the village, many say the country." Midoriya continued. "And she was a powerful mage, one of the strongest practitioners of Telekinetic and Gravity Magic. In fact, she was I believe an idol to your Kingdom's own Gravity Mage: The Thirteenth Star." And thus, another blink of surprise appeared on Mirio's face. "It wasn't long until men from all over ventured to town just to impress and woo her to be their wife, but she turned them all down, seeing their vanity and desire clear as day. You would suspect she knew Mind magic as well."

"Then one day, your father and grandmother had come for negotiations, and your father was wooed by her."

"Li-" Mirio's voice cut out before he could finish. Not of shock, but almost as if his voice was somehow stolen at the moment. Regardless, his thoughts were anything but silent, denying the possibility of his father having eyes for anyone save his mother.

"He tried to woo her all the same with his titles, his power, his looks, offered her to be Queen of Light, but Mother rejected him too," Midoriya snickered. "Called him an arrogant man-child that wouldn't know his ass from his elbow."

Midoriya's face then grew wistful yet saddened. "Then she met my father. At first, she didn't know who he was. He came in disguise for the negotiations, not wanting to start a conflict so soon with your grandmother and father. He encountered my mother being harassed by some men, including your Great Seer, for spurning the All Mighty's advances. Guess he didn't predict that, did he?" Mirio's voice was still stolen, but even if it wasn't, he had nothing to say, only remembering Sir's hateful look. "My father stepped in and sent them away. In thanks, she showed him around the town and spent the day with him despite his assurances. They got to know each other, they laughed, bantered, and teased each other. And when the day was over, she bid him goodnight, but not as the stranger he was disguised as, but as the King of Musutafu."

"My father grew interested in her, admired her wit and intelligence. Despite being the reviled and hated King of Darkness and Fear, she didn't see that in him. She saw something honest, curious, something to fall in love with him, regardless of how much evil he had in him or not. And he saw in her something more than an ally or tool for his pursuit of knowledge and power, but a fellow intellectual, person, someone that he could let his guard down, a love."

'Oh, good to know that even evil scum can love?' Mirio thought, knowing his thoughts would reach the mind reader when his voice couldn't.

Midoriya chuckled again "Funny, your father said the same thing," Mirio blinked, surprised. "When Toshinori realized who my father was, and how close he and my mother were, he attacked him out of jealousy, his actions caused that town to choose Musutafu over yours for attacking both a member of the community and destroying their homes in the process. My father barely had to say a word."

'T-That can't be,' Mirio shook his head, remembering what town he was talking about from his lesson. 'They were manipulated by All For One, brainwashed!'

"And who told you that again?" Midoriya perked an eyebrow at him.

Mirio paused.

"Funny, attacking a man unprovoked, lashing out in anger and jealousy, lying and fabricating history to fit their agenda, those don't sound like the heroic, virtuous traits of the All Mighty, does it?"

Mirio gritted his teeth at Midoriya's words of scandal towards his royal father.

"Scandal means a falsehood, yet why am I not getting struck down?" Midoriya asked another question, one Mirio didn't have an answer for him. At least one that didn't sound wrong to Mirio's views.

"Thus, my father married my mother, and had Tenko and me," Izuku smirked, fondly. "When Tenko came of age, my father was ready to step down from his throne and give All For One to Tenko, to live the rest of his short life with my mother and me." Seeing Mirio's shocked eyes and thoughts, Midoriya smirked. "Yeah, he was getting weaker through age, but most of his power was lost because he was passing All For One to Tenko. Then your father attacked, and everything went wrong after that."

Midoriya's knuckles cracked under his clenched grip. "After my father died, Tenko knew he wasn't fully ready to use All For One against Toshinori, so he sent me and mother away, bestowing on me All For One while he held the line for us to escape." Midoriya looked at his hand. "They called my brother Shigaraki, the Hand of Death, at least he lived up to his name. Before he died, he killed at least a quarter of your army single-handedly, including your Saint of War, Yoroi Musha. You called my family evil, vile, and malevolent to the core, but would anyone as evil as that willingly hand over his throne, power, and immortality? Would someone like my brother as you all think of him sacrifice himself to save me and my mother? Is your father as virtuous as you claim him to be while claiming to murder an innocent baby?"

When Mirio's eyes widened, Midoriya answered with "While All For One can't transfer our souls as well as One For All when we pass it on, it does allow us to inherit the memories, and when my brother was laying in a pool of his own blood, your All Mighty said that he would take my mother for his own as she should have been, and paint the halls of this castle with my blood," Midoriya bore into Mirio with hateful emerald eyes. Mirio shivered under his glare, unable to believe what Midoriya was saying, despite the oath not claiming the Dark Heir.

"My mother sheltered us in the Gothel Kingdom, she was friends with their Queen," Izuku continued. "When I grew up, I never knew of who I was, who my father and brother were, all I had was my Mom...until I didn't even have her," Izuku growled. Mirio was unsure whether he sounded more like a dragon, a wolf, or a lion. "When your forces came to the Gothel Kingdom to find us, you took the kingdom for yourselves, claiming that they were my father's supporters, you all tried claiming Momo for Endeavor's son, and the Endeavor killed my mother. He didn't even know that she was the Queen of Darkness. She was just a woman in his way."

"And what did your father do when he heard of Endeavor's slaughter? He praised him, congratulated him, dubbed a murderer like him a Hero," Midoriya growled at Mirio. "When I met you back at Yuuei University, you dismissed me like I was a nobody. I could have accepted that, but then you insulted Momo, my best friend, my love. That I could not accept. Your Great Seer used his influence to better your grades, your father indulged your every whim and fancy, you take your privilege for granted and waste it on feasts and tourneys and did nothing for the people you are supposed to protect. You are just as rotten as your father and mentor. You aren't Heroes, the Champions of Light. You're rotten, corrupt, Fakes. No better the Villain than my father ever was."

Mirio's muscles bulged as he struggled against the chains to no avail. He refused to listen to this any further, he refused to believe that Midoriya had taken that oath and not be struck down, refused to accept anything that came out of Izuku Midoriya's mouth, truth or not.

"Say all you want about me and my father, but that doesn't change anything!" Mirio yelled, his voice returned to him, faint white lightning sparking off of him. "Your Dark Kingdoms will still fall like before, we will defeat you and tear down through castle brick by brick if we need to, and I still have One For All, the one magic in the world All For One can't steal, and when I get out of here, I will rip that smug head of yours off your body and show it to your precious Momo while she cries!"

Midoriya's eyes bore silently into him, his smile a thin neutral line. After a few moments of silence, which Mirio believed to have shaken and rattled him, Midoriya's smirk came back up. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree," He whispered.

Mirio was taken aback, Midoriya's retelling of All Might's words to Shigaraki coming back to him. A slight twist in his stomach made him feel sick.

"And as for your 'threats', it is true that One For All has been rather elusive towards my father's efforts," Izuku backed away, his hand sparking in dark red lightning. "I'm afraid, for you, that is no longer the case."

Mirio froze, shocked. "Wha-"

"There is one thing that I did in fact inherit from my father, sans his magic: curiosity," Izuku interrupted Mirio and continued. "Much like him, I have a deep fascination with the intrinsic elements, factors, and nature of Magic. My magical analysis is said to surpass even my father's. In my discoveries of the true natures and secrets of magic, I found that such derogatory titles of Light, Dark, and Grey magic are rather loosely labeled. I've seen men with Light magic commit the same kind of atrocities as those with supposed Dark Magic. Even All For One and One For All aren't as clean cut as your kingdom believes."

"I researched the secrets of the ancient magics, including ours," Midoriya circled Mirio, ending behind him again, leaning his mouth next to his ears. "And I found the way to succeed where my father and brother failed."

Mirio paled, his mouth gaping and opening like fish while he tried to say something.

"I can simply just end this here and now, but where is the fun in that?" Izuku Midoriya circled back around, standing before Mirio, dark red lighting sparking faintly around him. "As you have seen from your time here, I and my allies have a thing for theatrics. So, let's spice things up with a bit of show, shall we?"

Midoriya's fingers snapped and the flames and light above ceased, leaving Mirio in complete darkness once more.

Before he could shout or do anything, he heard voices all around him, humming in light blips and deep bums, like a singing a Capella. Lights began to come alive again, but not the torches of the chamber he was in, but rather ghostly, ethereal, luminescent coral and reefs. The coral-filled hallway he suddenly found himself in, still bound to the same circular slab of the floor as before, he looked around as the singing continued, looking closely at the strangely entrancing reef. Only to reel in shock and horror that the glow that came from the reefs was more than just ethereal, it was glowing with actual souls.

A mischievous laughter ran in the dark hall of coral and reef, directing the White Prince's attention. His eyes widened as he stared at one of Midoriya's lieutenants, the Bane of Atlantis, Poison Incarnate, the Toxic Naiad: Mina Ashido, the Sea Witch Ursula.

She wore a strapless black dress that flowed to cover her feet, and, with how they waved and moved, you would be mistaken to think those ends of her dress were tentacles instead. Her figure was slim, yet athletic, with a hint of feminine muscles around her bare pink shoulders. Her skin was pink like bubblegum, as well as her messy hair, almost as messy as Midoriya's. Yellow horns poked out of her mess of hair, the normal white of a person's eyes replaced with black voids with a ring of yellow for her eyes.

"Poor unfortunate souls. So sad. So true," Mina began singing. As she approached him, she tapped his nose with a sharp nail, the Royal Prince feeling a sting, finding that her nail now had a drop of blood. His blood. Mirio tried to yell at her but his voice he found was missing again. Meanwhile, the Sea Witch practically floated across the floor toward a tall and weirdly shaped-headed man with a large horn sprouting out from it. Mina's Beast Tamer, Koji Koda, was petting a monstrous-looking baby Leviathan, that looked about Ashido's height.

"This one longing to be thinner," A soul image of Kinoko Komori, the Shemage, appeared when Mina's other hand pointed, hugging her figure as if she was unattractive. "That one wants to get the girl," Another image of Shihai Kuroiro, The Living Shadow, appeared, looking at Kinoko shyly. "And do I help them?" Mina snapped her fingers and both Kuroiro and Kinoko looked more confident and brilliant and embraced each other. "Yes, I do."

"Those poor unfortunate souls. In pain. In Need," Mina moved to another man wearing a weird and intimidating gas mask of sorts while wearing simple mage robes. This must be the Noxious Wizard, Mustard. The wizard gave her a cup of mystical water. Mina dabbed her finger with Mirio's blood into the cup, the blood mixing with the water to make a pinkish glow and liquid. "They come flocking to my corner crying 'Spells, Ursula, please!' And I help them," The cup exploded into pink mist and with a blow from Mina, the pink mist enveloped Mirio. He tried not to breathe it in, but it seemed to absorb into his body, and he felt weakened, his body on fire. He tried activating One For All again, but the white sparks of the magic seem to fizzle and fade easily, his power over the magic seemed to lessen too.

"Yes, Indeed," Mina sang and laughed evilly, the darkness enveloping Mirio while her laugh echoed in the dark.

Soon, a blinding light blinded the prince's vision. Readjusting to the light, Mirio found himself in Midoriya's throne room. Looking in front of him, he saw the man himself on his black, gold-trimmed throne, while figures knelt before him on the steps towards his throne, ones that Mirio also recognized. The Frozen Fanatic, Geten, the Thousand-Man Army, Twice, the Lovely Lady Nagant, the Dreaded Dracaena, Setsuna Tokage, the Scaled Guardian, Hiryu Rin, and the most shocking of them all, Tenya Iida, the younger brother of Yuuei's Speediest Warrior, Tensei Iida. The former Hero, once named the Falcon, now donned a draconic version of his previous knightly armor, making him look more like a Raptor than Falcon.

By Midoriya's side, the three figures also made Mirio's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. Queen Ryukyu, Queen of the Dragon Kingdom, Avalon, stood beside Midoriya, love, and adoration in her eyes as she stared at the true Dragon King. Beside her was the infamous Yuuei outlaw, the mysterious Dabi, the Cremator, easily identified to Mirio by his black and cobalt cloak and his hideous scar tissue filled with piercings. And to Midoriya's other side was Himiko Toga, the illegitimate vampire daughter of the Great Stain, the former Vampire King of Steinhold. On her head was a tiara adorned in bloodstones and fangs, Mirio assumed were decorated: the Crown of the Queen of Steinhold. To see the crown on Toga's head brought Mirio great confusion, as he believed that her legitimate half-brother, Nieto Monoma, was supposed to be King. Either way, he caught Toga looking at Midoriya, her eyes holding a similar look of adoration that Ryukyu showed to Midoriya, only more devilish, psychotic, and thirsty. He also didn't fail to capture the lustful stares that Setsuna and Nagant flashed toward Midoriya, but whether the Overlord noticed or not, Mirio couldn't decipher.

"So, prepare for the chance of a lifetime!" Midoriya began singing, his voice deep and melodious, standing from his throne and a step towards his kneeling servants, his hand raised to them. "Be prepared for Sensational News!" With a devious grin and look in his eyes, Midoriya turned back to his throne, waving his hand as the throne floated off to the side, making way for the balcony behind the throne. Continuing down the balcony, all of his allies followed him, and so did Mirio, or rather the slab of floor he was chained to floated up and followed after the Black King.

"A shining new Era is tiptoeing Nearer!" Izuku kept singing, marching forwards, with confidence and strength to his stride that said his confidence wasn't for show.

He was suddenly embraced on both sides by Queen Ryukyu and Himiko Toga, nuzzling against him like a pair of lusting whores. "And where do we feature?" Toga asked, sexually.

Midoriya's hand raised to her chin, lifting it gently and sensually. "Just to listen to the teacher," Midoriya replied with equal sensual power in his growling voice. He also rubbed Ryukyu's back, making the Queen of the Dragons shiver in desire. Midoriya, gently, removed himself from the two and arrived at a large platform overlooking rising large peaks and pillars of stone and earth, the bottom glowing and steaming with wildfire.

"I know it sounds sorted, but you'll be rewarded, when at last I am given my dues," As Midoriya directed his hand up to the view, Mirio blanked in horror at the massive army of dragons, half-dragons, dracaena, dragons in human forms, and even vampires standing and hovering on the pillars. Yet even they paled in comparison to the one mountainous monster in the shape of a man that his father's forces could never find. The most destructive servant of All For One: The Living Disaster, Gigantomachia.

"And Injustice Deliciously Squared," Midoriya, Ryukyu, and even, shockingly, Dabi, began to shift into their dragon forms, with Midoriya's colossal in comparison, a massive dragon, scales darker than night itself, his wings black and with dark green leather, a jagged lance or the tip of his tail, a crown of curved black horns on his head, and green wildfire spewing from his nose and maw.

"BE PREPARED!" Midoriya and his army roared out, the flames of all the dragons lightning up the night above.

Mirio pales in horror at the power and heat he felt from just Midoriya's flames alone, let alone the fire from Ryukyu, Dabi, the army, and Gigantomachia. 'We're doomed.'

Darkness overtook Mirio once more. This time, as it cleared, he found himself in...a church? Darkly lit torches by the walls, rows of lit candles, and the large fireplace down the hall lit the hall. Saintly voices hummed around him. Looking at the voices, Mirio's shock from the familiar faces in Midoriya's employ grew. Of the rows of robed figures, the ones he recognized were the Thunderbolt, Denki Kaminari, the sexual deviant of his school, the Grape Juice, Minoru Mineta, the Air Shifter, Kosei Tsuburaba, and the most shocking and horrifying of all four: the DeVine Saintly Nun, Ibara Shiozaki. Shiozaki was dressed in a nun outfit while the three boys had priestly outfits, something he never would have thought seen on them.

A voice startled him back to the fireplace, and if he thought he couldn't be more shocked, he was wrong. Draped in purple robes was none other than the Endeavor's own youngest son and Heir, Shoto Todoroki. And with the badge on his shoulder, there was no question who the traitor was: The Count.

"Beata Maria. You know I am a righteous man," Shoto began to sing, his deep voice resounding in the church halls. The half-scarred man looked towards the cross of YWAH, or God, or Chaos, whichever you prefer to call him. "Of my virtue, I am justly proud." Shoto made the sign of the cross and clasped his hands together as if in prayer.

"Et Tibit Pater," The robed figures chanted, the four he knew pouring water, which Mirio quickly deduced was Holy Oil, to the ground. He looked at the oil circling his chained-to platform.

"Beata Maria. You know I'm so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd!" Shoto sang, his insults, filled with disgust, flung with a swipe of his hand towards Mirio.

"Quia Peccavi Nimis!" The robed individuals chanted again. In response, the Holy Oil that circled his platform began to spread and trace into a symbol underneath Mirio, an Enochian Sigil, the Language of the Angels.

"Then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing there? Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul?!" Shoto, his left hand outstretched to snatch fire from the fireplace. It danced harmlessly on his hand, the fire taking the shape and miniature form of the Princess Momo Yaoyorozu of the Gothel Kingdom. Or rather the former Princess Yaoyorozu. Now, she goes by her new name: Queen Momo Midoriya, Queen Consort, and Wife to Izuku Midoriya, the Black Queen. Mirio saw how Shoto looked at Momo's fiery form with longing and unsaintly desire.

"Cogitatione!" The robes chanted, ice spreading along Shoto's right arm and shoulder as if his magic was trying to cool him down.

"I feel her, I see her, the sun caught in her raven hair," Fiery Momo danced in his hand, her fiery, raven hair flowing. Then a fiery version of Midoriya appeared and the fiery Momo rushed and embraced him. Mirio could see the longing pain and conflict in Shoto's eyes. "Is Blazing in me out of all Control!"

"Verbo Et Opere!" Ibara, Mineta, Kaminari, Kosei, and the other robes roared, the flames of the torches, candles, and fireplace roaring out larger, the fiery glow of the room made their robes almost red like fire itself.

"Like Fire! Hellfire!" Shoto squashed the fiery figures in his hand and tossed the flames onto Mirio's feet, lighting the Holy Oil. At first, Mirio screamed at the vicious heat, but despite his pain, he noticed that his skin was not being burnt, his flesh not scorched, but what was truly burning was his own soul, his magic, One For All. "This Fire in my Skin!" Shoto's song was true for the Prince of Light, as the holy flames seem to sink deep into him and burn him from the inside.

'But...isn't Holy Fire only harmful to those with corrupt and sinful souls? Why is it burning me?' Mirio asked, still in denial of Midoriya's words.

"This Burning. Desire," Shoto waved and danced his arms around, left arm ablaze and unharmed, while his right was covered in slightly melting ice. Mineta, Ibara, Kaminari, and Kosei all sang in the choir chanting in the background. "Is turning Me. To. Sin!" Shoto collapsed to his knees, hands clasped in prayer, while fire and smoke overtook all of Mirio's sight.

Mirio coughed, feeling the fire fading yet his magic still burned. Once more in darkness, it wasn't long before a single tiny flame appeared in front of him, a candle. A faced scooted closer to the flame for Mirio to make out the holder: Ochaco Uraraka, the Gravity Mage of the-

"Nnooooo Ooonnnee's," Uraraka's singing voice, accompanied by several voices in the dark, cut him out of his thoughts. "Slick as Gaston!" As she sang out, the room he was now in, a pub, was illuminated fully, from the candles and fireplaces. The pub looked like the ones in Francia, a more modestly regal kingdom further north, though the pub looked like it was more stylized for barbaric war-like people, befitting of those who inhabit the pub.

The men and women wore various outfits, from typical barbarian styles, Amazonian, Nordic Vikings, and even simply Francia clothing, all representing the Gaston War Band. From the, currently arm-wrestling, Golen Twins, Kirishima and Tetsutetsu, The Hecatonchery, Mezo Shoji, who brandished multiple weapons and mugs of beer in his many hands, the Behemoth and the Gevaudan Beast, Rikido Sato and Jurota Shishida, downing cake and beer like maniacs, mostly the former, the latter was the one playing the accordion. Another drinker beside them was the Butcher of London, Jack the Ripper himself, Togaru Kamakiri. Two Amazonian demigoddess were likewise boasting in the merriment, the more conservatively dressed orange-haired one was Itsuka Kendo, the Killer Fist, and the latter more provocative one was Rumi Usagiyama, the Lunar Rabbit: Miruko, who, to his disgust, was kicking her feet while dreamingly staring at a picture of Izuku Midoriya, a lustful hunger in her gaze, her rabbit ears curling.

And standing with one foot on a bench was the War Band's leader, drinking from a mug. A former student of the Yuuei Academy that Sir Nighteye banished after the man's attempts to 'horribly sabotage' Mirio, and now a rogue barbarian warlord: Katsuki Bakugou, dubbed by many as the Gaston, a foreign warrior, a powerful practitioner of Light and Fire magic, and now, from rumors, an expert in Blood Magic and Blood Curses.

Before this whole incident, it was clear to everyone that Katsuki Bakugou was a rogue element in the , in his time here, Mirio discovered that the warlord was now in comradery, and blood-tied service, to Izuku Midoriya.

"No one's quick as Gaston!" Uraraka sang, her voice a bit high pitched, dressed in Frenchmen's clothing mixed with a mage cloak. "No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston's!"

"For there's No One in town half as Manly!" Bakugou began to sing, his voice oozing arrogance and power. Kirishima and Tetsutetsu yelled out a "Hey!" in approval. "Perfect, a Pure Paragon!"

"You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley," Uraraka pointed to Shoji and Sato when referring to the first and last names, but when she said 'Dick' she pointed at Miruko, narrowing her eyes at how the rabbit Amazon stared so lecherously at Midoriya's picture. Miruko caught on to her insult, yet remained staring at the picture and simply stuck a middle finger at the Gravity Mage. "And they'll tell you whose team they preferred to be On!" When Uraraka's hand covered Bakugou's face, he pushed it down, flickering Uraraka's forehead. The brown-haired girl glared at him. Their glares didn't last long as they just smirked fondly, evidence of their best-friend dynamic.

"Noooo Oooonnne's-" Bakugou and Uraraka, back-to-back, sang together with the rest of the group. "Been like Gaston!" Bakugou marched over to Mirio, a smug and hateful look directed toward the White Prince. "A Kingpin like Gaston!" As he sang, Bakugou's hand was covered in a bloody red mist, sparks crackling in miniature explosions. The Gaston slammed his palm into Mirio's chest, the magical explosion knocking the wing out of the weakened Mirio.

Mirio gasped in pain, looking down at his injury when his strength felt further diminished. Branded on his exposed chest was a magically etched symbol. 'A Blood Curse!'

"No One's got a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston!" Uraraka sang, kicking Mirio in the chin, cutting it open as it bled. Mirio could tell the hidden message in that kick, well that and the mental message she sent into his head: 'That is for what you and your mentor did to my friend, you royal sack of shit!'

"As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!" Bakugou bragged, planting a foot on Mirio's back, and pushing the Royal Prince down with a smug, satisfied smirk.

"My what a guy that Gaston!" Uraraka sang out before the candlelight and fireplace went out for him, darkening his vision again.

Musical hums sounded in the dark, alerting Mirio of another fireplace lighting, this time in a bedroom fit for royalty.

"Mother knows Best, listen to your mother," Mirio recognized Queen Momo of the Gothel and Musutafu Kingdoms when she sang. And with her, as she sang, were two little kids in royal clothing.

One was a spiky, black-haired kid with a necklace around his neck, and two small dragon horns at the end of the necklace. The boy was Kouta Midoriya, the Dark King's adopted son. Mirio had seen him from a glance from time to time but didn't know the boy that well, he mostly tried to stay out of the young, adopted prince's way, even though he felt the boy's glares from afar. He mostly felt sorry that this boy was being influenced by the evil man Mirio was still sure Izuku was.

The other kid, a girl...Mirio knew this one. She belonged to a magical cult known as the Shie Hassaikai, one he and Sir were trying to hunt down. He had a fateful encounter with Overhaul, the cult's raven-beak-masked leader, who held a desire to wipe all magic from the world, declaring it was the source of all of the world's problems, not just Dark magic. The girl he had with him, Eri, had clung to the prince, hoping for him to take her away to safety. A part of Mirio wanted to help her, truly, but he couldn't let this encounter ruin his and Sir's plans, the location of Hassaikai's lair was so close to being obtained, so he let the man take her away. He did his best to ignore her wailing calls that haunted him in his sleep, or the betrayed, hopeless look in her eyes.

However, when he, Sir, and a Royal Host of mages and warriors were sent to destroy the cult and free the girl, they found the cult's lair already in ruins. Almost all the cult leaders were either missing, robbed of their magic, or just barely clinging to life. Overhaul's remains were barely recognizable. And the girl was nowhere to be seen.

He had tried to move on from that, the girl haunting him in his sleep for many nights, with only Sir to help him move on with his life. Now, the girl was sitting before the Dark Queen while she brushed her white hair, beautiful and happy, yet her clothes bore the Midoriya family symbol.

'Eri?' Mirio tried to say, but his voice failed him again.

"It's a scary world out there," Momo sang, brushing Eri's hair and looking at the two children like they were her own.

"It's so scary," The accompanying voices drew Mirio's attention. One was the pompous Sparkling Knight, Yuga Aoyama, standing guard of the Royal Family, alongside another knight, the Mender, otherwise called Yosetsu Awase, and the one playing the lyre was the bewitching, yet admittingly enchanting, bard known as Kyoka Jirou. A woman stood beside the children and the Queen, a witch known as the Rule, Yui Kodai, a size-changing witch that Mirio didn't know too well. To the side, Midoriya's infamous expert blacksmith and main inventor of magical contraptions, the pink-haired, often soot-stained, Mei Hatsume, tinkered with a device, yet still was able to play with Prince Kouta. A trail of smoke led Mirio to the smoking illusionist witch, Camie Utsushimi, her black robes were undone a bit to reveal her impressive cleavage, which Mirio often glanced at.

"Mother knows best, one way or another, something will go wrong I swear~!" Momo sang, pointing toward Mirio. As two children saw him, Mirio felt hopeful that Eri would recognize him.

She did, but not in the way Mirio wanted. Instead of running to him, Eri backed away clinging to Momo, looking at him with fear, disgust, and hatred. Kouta likewise looked at him like he was scum. It broke Mirio's heart.

But Mirio was also confused. Shouldn't Eri, the sweet girl that she is, be at least confused and worried about his injuries? He noticed a mirror off to the side and saw his reflection, one where he looked unharmed, normal, sans the chains. It was wrong, felt wrong, he could still feel the blood on his chin, the burning of soul and flesh from both Todoroki and Bakugou. Glancing a bit to the side, he saw a barely visible eye briefly appear, winking at him, a mischievous giggle sounding in the air. Toru Hagakure, another illusionist mage, this one a specialist in invisibility magic. She must be using some kind of illusion to disguise his wounds, and with no voice to speak, he couldn't say anything to Eri.

Camie blew out swirls of smoke that magically circled and formed around him. "Ruffians," Momo pointed towards Mirio. "Thugs," the Queen pointed at the magical smoke as it formed an unflattering, rather evil image of the Endeavor. "Poison Ivy, Quicksand, Cannibals, and Snakes," As she listed off, the smoke formed images of quicksand and poison ivy, and with the last two, he recognized one of Overhaul's men, the one they found was a cannibal, but the snake image was instead of Sir Nighteye, an evil, hateful look on him, complete with a serpent tongue sticking out his mouth. "The Plague!"

"No!" Awase gasped dramatically.

"Yes!" Momo replied.

"But-" Aoyama gasped, looking playfully horrified, to the children's laughter.

"Also, large bugs, men with pointy teeth," Another image was shown of the All Mighty, his signature smile twisted into a more sharp-tooth, evil look. "And Stop, No More, you'll just upset me!" Momo placed a hand over her head, acting faint.

Eri and Kouta responded by scooting up to her and hugging the Queen. Momo smiled lovingly at them, like a mother, yet her smile toward Mirio was victorious and spiteful in contrast. Mirio tried in vain to rush at her, the results as useless as before, too weak, magically and physically, his will and spirit shattering with every encounter and blow.

"Mother's right here," Momo continued singing, rubbing their back and heads, just as Midoriya stepped out of the shadows towards them. "Mother will protect you," Midoriya joined the hug, Eri and Kouta hugging their adopted father with childish love and adoration. Seeing this happy family, and in the form of this supposedly evil lineage, Mirio's heart broke again, unable to recall anything similar with his own family, especially his father.

"Darling here's what I suggest," Momo sang to her loving family. "Skip the drama, Stay with Mama," She exaggerated her tone, pinching Eri's cheeks, motherly. Eri giggled. "Mother! Knows Best~." She tapped Kouta's nose, playfully, to the prince's childish pout.

Midoriya snapped his fingers and Mirio was taken through the shadows and darkness. He stopped harshly and suddenly; a purple spotlight illuminated from an unknown source above. He looked around to see nothing but a spiraling void below his platform. And the large stands and pillars in front of him.

"Yes!" A dark booming voice sounded and Mirio looked up to see a dark shadow of a bird of prey over him like a giant. Attached to the giant shadow, on the highest pillar, was the source of the sound. Wearing dark purple and black robes, his normal pale hands crackling in shadowy magic, and his head was an actual raven's head. The Dark Kingdom's Witch Doctor, successor to All For One's own Witch Doctor, Garaki, the stylized Prince of the Underworld, co-creator of the monstrous, undead, Nomu creatures: Fumikage Tokoyami.

Jazzy music played around him, Mirio looking to the other columns to find more people on them. Banging on two sets of drums were Spinner, the Scaled Assassin, and the daughter of Asterius the Minotaur, Pony Tsunotori, playing the basses were the Monkey Warrior Prince, Mashirao Ojiro, and the Marsh Chieftess, Tsuyu Asui, the piano was played by the Poltergeist, Tokoyami's lover, Reiko Yanagi, and the trumpets were somehow getting played by a creature with a text bubble for a head: The Living Words, Manga Fukidashi.

"Are you Ready?!" Tokoyami's booming, deep voice called out, hands raised high.

"Are you ready?!" The musicians echoed, their instruments glowing with their respective colors; Asui's bass glowed a marsh green, Ojiro's a sky blue, Spinner's drums were blood red, like his bandanna, while Pony's was a golden yellow, Manga's trumpet glowed a reddish-orange, and Reiko's piano a ghostly purple and white.

"Are you Ready?!" Tokoyami sang out, lashing his fingers toward Mirio, miniature Dark Shadows coming out, their heads like demonic ravens, snapping their beaks. The 7 mini-Shadows bit at him, and Mirio cried out in pain. Two clamped their beaks on his right arm, then two on his left, two bit at his sides, and the seventh on the back of his head.

"Transformation Central!" Tokoyami sang, wispy shadowy magic circled and coil around Mirio, infecting his very spirit. Mirio could feel 7 other voices cry out in pain inside him, just like back with Todoroki and the Holy Fire.

"Transformation Central!" The other repeated, energy flowing from their instruments and into the miniature Dark Shadows. Mirio's yells of pain grew louder, as well as the other voices in his head.

"Reformation Central!" Tokoyami launched the larger Dark Shadow, behind him, toward Mirio like a great wave.

"Reformation Central!" The musicians sang again, Dark Shadow's large body swirling around him like an anaconda.

"Transmogrification Central!" Tokoyami boomed out, Dark Shadow's claws latched onto his shoulders, sinking into his flesh and spirit. "Can you Feel It?!" Mirio's and the voices' screams were added by another: the familiar voice of his father. Unknown to them, back in Yuuei's capital city, Toshinori was likewise in terrible pain.

"You're changing, you're changing, you're changing, alright!" Tokoyami sang while the colossal shadow of Midoriya's dragon form loomed over all of them, green wildfire and blackish-red lighting flowed through Dark Shadow and into Mirio, sending his nerves aflame, and the screaming intensified. "I hope you're satisfied?" The deed was done, the Dark Shadows removed themselves from the weakened, panting Mirio, his chains removed with a snap, leaving the White Prince slump on the floor.

"But if you ain't, Don't Blame Me!" Tokoyami roared out, his hands dancing in shadows, before engulfing Mirio in them. The Royal Prince began tumbling through a seemingly endless void of darkness. "You Can Blame My Friends on the Other SIDE!"

Tokoyami held the note while Mirio tumbled in darkness, vision blurring, and nearly fainting. "But you got what you wanted!" The voices of the mini-Dark Shadows taunted him.

Mirio hit the floor in a heap, his body and will felt broken. He felt like he was truly in Hell, and nothing could get worse than this.

"But you lost what you had," A familiar, feminine voice said.

Mirio's eyes widened in horror. 'No...it can't be...not her too...'

The darkness of the room receded, finding himself again in the throne room, but more people were hidden in the shadows of the dimly lit room. Before Mirio could get up properly, his limbs were chained again, this time with cloth and tape. The cloth he recognizes as similar to the one owned by Yueei's harsh instructor, Eraserhead, and his magic suppressant binding cloth. Looking to the source, he found it in Eraser's exiled apprentice: Hitoshi Shinsou, the now infamous Mind Master, garbed in black assassin clothes, the Midoriya emblem on his breast pocket, and an odd mask of sorts covering his mouth. The tape he found leading toward the Weaver, the expert traps man of Jafar, Hanta Sero.

His feet sank into the ground and before he could use his magic, the floor became rubbery and plastic, Permeation not working. His legs were submerged up to his knees before the magic stopped and solidified, trapping him. He looked to the three people beside Shinsou as the cause, one whose face looked like a skeleton, Juzo Honenuki, the Mudman. The other two were a taller, older-looking man, his hair and mustache white and wearing baggy, fancy clothes and a purple cape, and a small woman with reg pigtails, and in similar baggy and fancy clothes. Jafar's infamous pair of master criminals: Gentle Criminal and La Brava.

Beside them was what Mirio could identify as a man made out of dark mist and wearing a butler's suit. Oboro Shirakumo, the traitor cloud druid, the one that joined All For One's side and transformed into the First Nomu, now known as Kurogiri.

Beside Sero were more people, all of them he recognized as members of Jafar's gang. One was a short and wide man, in black armor and a magical device over his right eye, Niregenki Shoda, the Tactician, another in white robes, and black armored, warrior attire, Sen Kaibara, the Spiral, a third was a man in fancy coat and clothes, wearing a masquerade mask and a top hat, the Master Thief, Mr. Compress, and the fourth, and tallest, a large man with a weird head that reminded Mirio of a glue dispenser: The Entrapper, Kojiro Bondo. The Entrapper then lived up to his name as magical glue shot out of his head, trapping the rest of his torso and legs to the ground.

Something sharp stuck onto his back. Moments later, Mirio felt woozy and weak in his limbs. "Venom," He muttered.

He looked to the source of the venom, his woozy eyes cleared for a moment and widened enough to see it came from none other than his own best friend, who looked at him with nothing but hate, Tamaki Amajiki.

"Ta-" Mirio could barely say his betrayer's name, thinking perhaps it was Amajiki who ratted him out. He was the only one he told his mission to, he and-

The sounds of heels brought his attention and his heart collapsed into pieces at the sight. "Ne-jire?" He whimpered.

Fae Princess Nejire Hado appeared to him, her ever-present smile gone, and now looked at him with a disgusted frown. Her attire was a set of black and red robes, contrasting to her blue and green ones, and pinned to her chest was a medallion, of a red ruby-eyed snake: The Symbol of Jafar.

"So, Ali turns out to be merely Mirio," Nejire sang her sweet voice now poisonous to his ears and daggers to his broken heart. "Just a con, need I go one, take it from me."

Midoriya came up beside her, his hands crackling with blackish-red lighting. All For One. 'No...' Mirio thought, trying to muster what remained of his will.

"His personality flaws, give me adequate cause," Midoriya joined in, his fingers turning black and red veined, forming into extended spikes meant to impale and steal a person's magical core, and, for him, One For All.

"To send him packing on a one-way trip, so his prospects take a terminal dip," Nejire sang, hugging Midoriya and kissing his cheek, Mirio's will faltering upon a shattered heart.

The spikes lashed out and impaled onto Mirio's chest. The pain made the White Prince nearly snap back to reality, trying to force out All For One's enclosing pull.

"Mirio!" The prince heard and his heart nearly shot out in elation.

"Father?!" Mirio called back.

Then his mind shut off. He felt still conscious, but his limbs were useless, and his thoughts and will shut off. He merely could hear and feel. He could hear Shinsou's laughter, brainwashing him with a replica of the All Mighty's boisterous voice.

As he lay, uselessly, bound, trapped, weakened physically and mentally, poisoned and cursed, his mind and willpower silent to commands, he felt his magic leave him, both the familiarity of his own magical core and One For All itself. The last he heard of the voices that must have been the Vestiges inside the magic power was their futile screams of denial.

The last of the white lightning that sparked Mirio's body was gone and Izuku Midoriya's body was caked in blackish-red and fiery green lightning. All For One and One For All, finally together. Mirio and his family's mission failed.

Midoriya cackled victoriously at his newfound power. "His Assets Frozen!" Izuku resumed singing.

"The Venue Chosen!" Nejire snapped her fingers, Kurogiri nodded and opened a portal, sucking and pulling at its target, Mirio's bonds and ties removed.

"To the Ends of the Earth, Whoopee!" Midoriya and Nejire sang together, blasting Mirio with a combined blast of Lightning Magic and Wildfire, the broken failure of a prince blasted and sank into the portal.

Mirio could only sink further in and reach his hands out to Nejire and Amajiki, his mouth and spirit too weak to ask the simple question: "Why?"

"So Long! Ex-Prince ALI!" Izuku Midoriya and Nejire Hado sang out loud, Nejire holding the note, as more people stepped out of the shadows behind them.

"Mother Knows Best!" Momo sang, appearing by Midoriya's right side, before kissing her King, Midoriya wrapped an arm around her. Count Todoroki, Mina the Sea Witch, and Witch Doctor Tokoyami appeared and lined up by Momo's right side. Bakugou the Gaston and Mage Uraraka lined up beside Nejire's left side.

"Friends on the Other Side!" Bakugou, Todoroki, and Tokoyami sang out, Bakugou crossing his limbs, smug, Todoroki looked wistfully at Momo before making the sign of the cross and looking to the ceiling, and Tokoyami slammed his purple orb-adorned cane.

"Poor Unfortunate Souls!" Mina and Uraraka sang, the two waving off Mirio, Mina's grinning devilishly and Uraraka more falsely innocent. Nejire conjured and slammed her red-jeweled serpent staff on the ground.

"BE PREPARED!" Midoriya and everyone made an 'M' over their chests before slamming their fists over their hearts.

Their glowing eyes and smug grins were the last that Mirio saw before he was consumed by the portal.

The light blinded him again as he found himself on the floor of the Yuuei Royal Throne room. The shuffling of feet Mirio could faintly hear coming to him before his body was moved and placed over someone's lap. Sir Nighteye looked at him with unparalleled worry and fear, switching his gaze back and forth between Mirio and something in front of him.

Mirio glanced over to see his father hanging limply by the White Throne, looking exhausted and gaunt, sweat dripping down his red-faced brow. King Toshinori looked at his son with wide, disbelieving eyes. Mirio realized that he must have felt what Mirio did.

"I'm...s-sorry...Father..." Mirio could not utter a single word more as his vision blurred and he fainted.

While Nighteye tried to awaken him, trying to keep him alive, the King and nobles could only look on in dread and horror, the latter unsure of what was happening.

Meanwhile, off in the distance, the dark cloud rolled in from the west, from the Musutafu Kingdom, a herald of the Darkness to befall the White Kingdom of Yuuei, and with it, the laughter and fury of the Dark King come again.

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AAAAAANNNNNNDDDDD SCENE! Well, wasn't that just a fun trip we all just went through?

For those who stuck around and maybe did so much appreciate how I depicted some characters, the rather harsh and villainous tones that portrayed All Might and Mirio are inspired by numerous other fanfics where they have All Might either a hopeless buffoon that scorned Midoriya instead of making him his successor or a hypocrite over his beliefs of Quirkless people given that he was Quirkless himself, and Mirio's is mostly based on Demonogem's Mirio from his comic My Villain Gang, which is shown on YouTube another the videos of Villain Midoriya humiliates everyone, where Mirio abandoned Eri and another source of inspiration was from TheSaintsFollower and his story The Real All For One.

Nighteye's and Endeavors are more easily based on how antagonistic the former was to Midoriya as All Might's successor and Endeavor for being an abusive, obsessed bastard of a husband and father. Also, to give context for Amajiki's and Nejire's turn to Midoriya's side, Mirio slept with Amajiki's betrothed, Haya, and was just unfaithful to Nejire.

As for the characters of Midoriya's Kingdom, firstly, I chose Mina as Ursula because of the similar shade of skin color that Ursula and Mina shared that no other character had and because Ursula trying to play deceitful matchmaker for Aerial and Eric is a dark comparison to Mina's often shipping theme that many people attribute to her. Then we have Mustard and Koda working for her, the former being connected to Ursula's spells and their similar hue color to his gas and Koda as Mina's beast tamer of her creepy creatures like the ones Ursula had with her. And Kinoko and Kuroiro do work for her Ashido as well and were used as an example from Ursula's song for her track record in matchmaking.

Midoriya's whole design I based on a combination of Scar from The Lion King, Maleficent, as well as some Game of Thrones themes, such as the greater connection to Dragons but canines, scar, and Dragon army are based on Scar's features and his army of Hyenas turned instead into an army of Dragon and dragon-like creatures, which is why Ryukyu, Queen of the Dragons, Setsuna the Dracaena, snake women, and Hiryu Rin, who's Quirk produces dragon-like scales on his arms, are aligned with him. I even had Iida's outfit resemble that of a draconic raptor to fit the bill. And we also have more members of the League with Dabi, Twice, Gigantomachia, and Geten on his side, as well as Himiko, who for context, overthrew and was forced to kill her half-brother, Monoma, in this world.

As for Midoriya's romance life here, pretty much all the ladies I had that were shown fawning over him, as well as Mina, are part of his harem, with Momo as top dog as his Queen. Why? Because I felt like it, and it's Izuku's late birthday, so huzzah!

For Todoroki, I had as Count Frollo given Frollo's whole song being called Hellfire, and simply known as the Count, with his more religious depiction here in reference to Frollo and, in context, as a way to go against his father, Endeavor. Shiozaki was here as a nun, for obvious reasons, and I added Mineta, Kaminari, and Kosei, their classes' resident perverts as an ironic twist. And Todoroki's infatuation with Momo is to mirror Frollo's lust for Esmerelda and a nod to Momo's most likely canonical ship with Todoroki.

Bakugou I had as Gaston and Uraraka as LeFou, with Bakugou called the Gaston, as Gaston means guest or stranger, which makes sense with how his War Band is made up from so many different nations and people, from Amazonians like Itsuka, who is interested in Tetsutetsu, and Miruko, who shares a similar demeanor to Bakugou, and Kamakiri, Bakugou, Uraraka, and Sato based around this world's magical version of Europe, where France is called Francia and England takes on a more modern Arthurian version. Jurota is in this War Band as a reference to the Beast in Beauty & the Beast, Kirishima and Tetsutetsu because of how close a friend Kirishima is to Bakugou, and Shoji is a Hecatonchery, a monster from Greek Mythology that have multiple arms, like Shoji, and faces. And Uraraka as LeFou to play off the Bakuchaco ship but here they are actually best friends and Uraraka is still interested in Midoriya. Also, Bakugou fits a certain level of arrogance and perfection that Gaston often brags about, so that's why he was chosen to be the parody to him.

Momo is obviously based on Mother Gothel, but far more loving and less abusive to her adopted kids, like Gothel with Rapunzel, but you can still see a bit of secrecy and manipulation by hiding Mirio's injuries from Eri and Kouta, who are based mostly off of Rapunzel and Eugine. Yaoyorozu's family's kingdom is called the Gothel Kingdom obviously off of Gothel and here is the kingdom of the Light and Dark Elves, with Yaoyorozu a mix of both races. Camie and Hagakure are there the disguising Mirio's injuries and to play off of Mother Gothel's images and depictions of how bad the world is outside their castle, Aoyama and Awase based on the castle guards from the movie, Kyoka for the musical accompaniment and a reference to the thug who wanted to be a pianist, and Mei based around Marrion from the Rapunzel animated TV series, who I only know from his song 'Ready as I'll Ever Be'.

Tokoyami plays on the Dr. Facilier from The Princess & the Frog, whose song Friends on the Other Side is an absolute favorite of mine. Also, no, I did not make Tokoyami the Witch Doctor because of Facilier being black and him having black feathers, but rather because his raven-head I felt would be something an evil witch doctor could wear and Dark Shadow to play the voodoo the dolls and Tokoyami's Friend on the other side. And he is Dr. Garaki's student and successor in this world to play off the evil Witch Doctor. And to keep to the metamorphic theme here, most of the people working under Tokoyami also have mutant-based Quirks in canon, like Asui, who's a Frog Princess, duh, Spinner, who's a reptile, like Louis, Pony, whose American blonde status is in reference to Charlotte and here she is the daughter of the infamous Greek Minotaur, and Manga is here because his text bubble head and Quirk felt right to include here. Reiko is Tokoyami's lover in this world and her spooky nature fits with the whole voodoo theme, and Ojiro is a Monkey Prince, similar to Sun Wukong.

And finally, Nejire is like the combination of Jasmine and Jafar, with her betraying 'Prince Ali' instead and she is a Fairy because she is often seen as a pixie or fairy with her demeanor and Quirk. And her crew has more to do with that of a criminal gang, like Gentle Criminal, the thief, and La Brava, the hacker, Mr. Compress, as both a member of the League of Villains and his relation to the Quirk Thief, Oji Harima, Nirengeki, the strategist, Sero, Honenuki, and Bondo, the trap makers, Sen, the driller and muscle, Shinsou, the manipulator and brainwasher, Kurogiri, another member of the League and the getaway man, and Amajiki as the master of disguise and also plays again on the traitor theme with Jafar, and could be seen as Nejire's Iago. Plus, his shapeshifting and Kurogiri's teleportation also make them similar to Genie.

Also, Jafar being believed to be a man plays off Peter Hollens video where Whitney instead plays Jafar.

Next, what everyone was doing to Mirio throughout their signing and trips to their places was weakening Mirio, his connection to One For All, the souls inside One For All itself, and crushing Mirio's spirits and willpower. With Mina, she used a spell made of Mirio's blood to weaken One For All and his connection to the magic, because of Ursula's connection to soul magic. For Midoriya, he simply wanted to crush Mirio's spirits by boasting a fraction of his powerful army and making him feel hopeless against such power and then ultimately taking One For All from Mirio when he's broken. Todoroki and his disciples also were weakening Mirio's spirit, but also the souls of One For All, by use of Holy Magic, though mostly toward Mirio, given his sinful actions. Bakugou cast a Blood Curse on Mirio to weaken his connection to his magic and both he and Uraraka also simply broke him down physically too. Momo trampled on Mirio's emotions and spirit by showing Eri and Kouta afraid and disgusted by him, Eri being more impactful to him because of their past. Tokoyami then used his voodoo and soul magic to again weaken the spirits of One For All, helped out by way of the magical music from the others, and Midoriya who tackled All Might's vestige. And finally, Amajiki poisoned Mirio to weaken him physically and adle his mind, Shinsou's scarf, and Sero's tape inhibited much of his magic and the former's brainwashing also cut away Mirio's willpower and mind, but only after Midoriya pierced him so that he wouldn't be shocked out of the brainwashing until it was too late. Just add up all the injuries to Mirio's body, mind, soul, and heart, accompanied by the rage and power from AFO and Shigaraki's memories and you have the perfect way to separate One For All from Mirio.

So, walla! There's the one shot and my gift to you all from a most grateful fanfic author to all my supporters and lovely reviewers who have shown me and my stories much care and love.

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