Izuku had thought that making a deal with a demon would make leaving hell easy. He'd thought the difficulty in their quest would be from tracking down his mentor; from passing on a power that had previously only been passed on by users who a) had already mastered said power and b) were still alive; from avoiding issues of a dead soul traversing the land of the living.
Looking back, he'd more-or-less sold his soul to do something which implicitly depended upon leaving hell, so he'd thought that, if nothing else, at least that step would be a given.
"Watch your step." Justice's warning came a moment too late, and Izuku found his shoe sinking into yet another puddle of half-liquid slush, the grey goo almost indistinguishable from the more solid ground.
"Blech…" pulling his foot out, it was an effort not to wretch at the smell of rotten food mixed with a sweet aroma that created something indescribably putrid. As he waved his leg to try and shake off some of the gritty gel mixture, one thing was coming into sharp focus:
Izuku had thought wrong.
"Yeah, I'd offer to slow down but I don't think it'd make much difference around here – better to make it out quickly, right?" Izuku simply nodded at the statement, "Just watch out that you don't end up under one of those." Justice gestured to one of the ruinous spires in the distance, the only structures of note amongst the wasteland crawling with bloated corpses. As she did, the spire's side began to give from the weight of ceaseless raining slurry piling up. The fall caused a chain reaction of 'land'slides, and soon the entire structure began to collapse.
"If you end up under one of those you're pretty much done for."
"Right…" Izuku agreed with the assessment: Being trapped under a veritable mountain of refuse probably didn't lend itself well to breathing, or not having crushed bones, or generally living-
"Hey, wait." he stopped walking in a moment of a realisation, "I can die?"
"Well, yeah." Justice answered plainly, "It's kinda what humans do."
"No, I mean- I already died, didn't I? So what happens if I die here? Do I go to… I dunno, hell-hell, or-"
"Ah, I get ya." she nodded before continuing on, gesturing for him to follow.
"Basically, if you die down here you end up in your designated region. For most 'residents' here that just means they can't die, 'cause they're where they're supposed to be. But for you-"
"I'd wake up in the deepest circles of hell…"
"Bingo." she casually confirmed his grim statement, even emphasising the idea with finger guns.
Suddenly the indecipherable ground of slush, any part of which could hide a lake of unswimmable bile that would spell his permanent doom, began to look lessunpleasant nuisance and more cripplingly terrifying.
"A-and you can't, say… teleport us back to Earth, or something?"
"Izuku, how many demons did you see popping into existence back when you were alive?"
"… I mean, that I know-"
"No." her response was equal parts firm and good-natured, apparently amused at his sudden concern for the world being full of demons hidden as heteromorhpic quirk owners, "I can't just 'teleport us back to Earth or something'. You're lucky I can even get us through the gates – only primordial demons can open them, and there's only a few of us left. And one of them is, uh… Unavailable…" she quickly shook off the thought, along with an expression paradoxically caught somewhere between a grin and a cringe, "Best I could do is summoning a portal to the gates of hell."
Izuku lit up, "That sounds good-"
"Which would set off a bunch of alarms, which'll mean we'll be greeted by someone checking what's going on, they'll realise what we're doing, the forces of hell will descend and almost certainly overpower us, you'll be sent to endure your sentence and I'll probably be chained to desk duty for a few decades or so for gross insubordination." she finished her frankly terrifying summary, "But I mean if you really wanna go for it I could-"
"Nope! No, that's fine! This way's more scenic, right!?" he quickly waved off the idea, liking his chances better with a disgusting bog than an army of literal demons.
"Good call." she nodded over her shoulder before rubbing her wrists, "Shackles start to ache after a few years… Just make sure to stick behind me and you won't hit anything too bad."
Izuku began to follow in her footsteps religiously.
After hours of trekking through the freezing wastes, Izuku's stamina was starting to flag. The damaged remains of his prototype hero uniform weren't exactly designed to handle an endless expanse of freezing sludge constantly raining down while simultaneously squishing beneath his feet, and he found his concentration regularly lapsing.
"Um, Miss Justice-"
"Ugh." the demon groaned, "How many times do I have to tell you – it's just Justice. Don't let these white horns fool you – I'm still a demon in my prime."
"… Right, sorry." he assumed horn pigment meant something, and was quite interested in learning about the literal afterlife straight from the demon's mouth, but had more pressing concerns right now.
"I was just wondering how much longer we have to go…?"
"Don't worry, we're probably at least, like… A third done?"
"A third?!"
"20% minimum." Justice assured him, "You know. Of this Circle."
"… Right…"
Of course there's more…
"But don't worry, Lust isn't nearly this bad. The first step's always the hardest, right?"
"Right…" he didn't even have the energy to question the name any more. Instead he focused his energy into trekking on, never straying from the path Justice led.
If I can just make it out of here, I can make everything right… I just have to keep going… he raised his head to try and better absorb his surroundings once again, It's what a hero would do… It's what All Might would do… I just have to keep… Wait- what…
A small glimmer caught the corner of his eye – something shiny buried in the sludge just up ahead. It wasn't far from the path Justice was walking, so he reached down from their route to try and get a better look at the object. Once he pulled it out a brushed off some of the muck, he realised that he recognised it.
Is this… his eyes widened in realisation, It's a limited edition proto-silver age All Might figure! They stopped making these before I was even born! For as long as he could remember this had been a figure he'd kept an eye out for, but the brief run coupled with its age meant there were few left in the world! Those that existed went for hundreds of thousands of Yen – nothing like what he could afford…
And this… he leant down after noticing something else buried deeper in the sludge, It's the collector's edition of his 3rd Generation hero card! Only a couple hundred of these were printed before the manufacturers went out of business and the production rights got caught in IP hell! Kneeling down, he found yet more items buried that caught his eye – Photocopies of design ideas for his young-age costume, America-exclusive merchandise, an old OVA starring All-Might that was recalled for giving children seizures…
There's so much! How is there so much here?! If I looked all my life I'd be lucky to find half of-
"Hey!" a vaguely familiar female voice threatened to rouse Izuku from his incredible findings, but he spotted an authentic scale model of All Might's old-
"HEY, snap out of it!" a hand forcefully grabbed one of Izuku's new treasures whereupon it turned to mush.
Wait, no, that's… he blinked hard several times, trying to wake himself up from what felt like a dream. The supposed treasures wavered in front of him like a mirage. As he came to, he realised he'd gotten onto his hands and knees, and filling his hands and pockets were-
"Eck!" he quickly shook the freezing, putrid slush from his skin and tried to empty everything he'd collected onto the ground.
"What- what was-"
"Oh thank Go-odness, thought I'd lost you for a second there." Justice sighed in relief.
"What happened?"
"Same thing that's happening to all of them." she gestured to the husks around them, facsimiles of bloated corpses crawling through the freezing tundra, devouring any sludge in their wake.
"You mean…"
"You really think they'd be eating if they could see what it really was?" she asked incredulously, "Nu-uh. Curse of Gluttony: The Circle wears at your perception of reality, makes you see your deepest desires in this fanciful toilet of a landscape."
I didn't even know they were people… they were deformed, grey masses which barely resembled anything bipedal, let alone human! He'd thought they were lost spirits, or strange denizens of hell, or some other ethereal concept he could scarcely imagine. To think they were humans…
"But, then, shouldn't we help them-"
"Nope."
"But it's-"
"Nuh-uh."
"But we could-"
"No."
Growing frustrated with Justice's adversarial attitude, Izuku stomped over to the nearest person he could find. As his demon guide didn't stop him, he tried to pull the person up as gently as he could, and free them from the delusion.
"Hey! Snap out of it. This isn't real!" he grabbed some of the ground they were eating and waved it in front of their face.
"See! It's all just an illusion!"
"But… It's…" the person groaned before shaking Izuku off and face-planting back into the muck, "Sho…. Tashty…" their words were muffled by the ground, but still audible. He continued to try, and when the first person wasn't receptive, he tried another. And another, and another, then a few more, plus some more a fair distance away, then another one… only to meet the same results.
"Sho… Good…" the latest person groaned after he released them.
"Is the illusion stronger if you're here…?" he asked aimlessly, "Or maybe it has to do with them being assigned here, so it's stronger on them… Maybe it's a combination, or-maybe-at-this-point-their-psyches-just-can't-take-the-strain-so-they-have-to-buy-into-the-delusion-or-risk-madness-or-maybe-they-think-I'm-a-demon-here-to-trick-them-"
"Some nice ideas."
"Ah!" Justice's sudden remark at Izuku's side caught him off guard, "Sorry, I know I can ramble a lot…"
"Eh, it's fine." she waved off his concerns, "But you're wrong. The effect's actually weaker for people assigned here – trespassers get it harder as a sort of natural defence."
"Then why-"
"Because they don't want to leave." she answered plainly, "These aren't selflessly altruistic heroes, or seekers of the truth, or even just decent enough people. If they were, they wouldn't be here. They'd be…" she gestured upwards.
"These are people whose desires have consumed them, who don't want for anything but to have their hungers satiated."
"But that's…" Izuku shook his head in disbelief, "People are punished for eternity for liking food a bit too much…?"
"Not just food, basically obsession with material goods. There's a lot of crossover with greed – hence it's the Circle just below us."
"Still…" he looked over the vast expanse, the place he'd started to truly hate after just a few hours being here, "This is what's in store if you like… stuff a bit too much?"
"Ehhhh" Justice tilted her hand left and right, "More like, you were gorging yourself while there were starving children next to you."
"But isn't everyone kind of passively implicit in-"
"And you were also lobbying against anti-poverty measures or something. Think, like, 'We can't build a new orphanage in that field! It's used for grazing cows! The price of my filet mignoncould go up a fraction of a percent!'" she finished her impression, "Having an extra Big Mac or something isn't gonna get you sent down here, don't worry."
"… Ok…" he looked over the fields again carefully, still feeling that no one could deserve a fate like this…
"And think of it this way: You could try and fight hell itself for some assholes you've never met, or we can go fix your power problem and give literal heroes a decent chance of stopping the end of the world as we know it."
"… I guess…" Izuku nodded. He still couldn't agree with… this, but the fact remained that there were much more pressing matters at hand – matters that he was responsible for – and he still barely understood the situation he was even in.
"Yeah…" he sighed, "Ok. Let's go."
With Izuku's spirit renewed they continued on, but the 2nd wind only lasted for about an hour before his legs once again began to feel shaky. The biting cold was seeping in and the oppressive atmosphere slowly but ceaselessly eating at his consciousness. He was starting to feel as if he were constantly being watched, as if there were some unseen predator on the edge of his senses stalking him. Yet whenever he looked, there was nothing there, naught but an uneasy feeling and the smallest of movements in spire's shadows, the latter of which was probably just paranoia at work.
"Hey, Justice…"
"'Sup?" her carefree tone implied this was a human-only problem.
"You said that the whole illusion thing was a sort of… natural defence, right?"
"Good memory."
"Oh, uh, thanks…" he'd probably be blushing at the praise if his cheeks had any heat left in them, "But, that is, I was just wondering… Does that mean there's any… artificial, defences?"
"'Artificial'…?" she repeated the word absent-mindedly as she considered it, "No, not really. Some Circles have demons actively dishing out punishments, but that's not the case here."
"Oh, ok…" while the news was a relief, he still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something out there-
"Only thing I can really think of would be Cerberus."
…
"… Cerberus?" Izuku blinked, "As in, like, a hound of hell?"
"The hound of hell." she corrected.
"Right. Of course." he'd laugh ruefully if he had the energy.
"… You doing ok, buddy?" she glanced back at him for confirmation.
"Of course." he answered nervously, unaware that his glances around had become just slightly more frantic.
"Don't worry, her rep's pretty bad but overall she's a good girl."
"That's… good…"
"Don't call her that though, or she'll rip your soul straight out of your shell."
"That's… Less good…" he muttered optimistically. With the sole exception of the kind demon in front of him, he was beginning to think everything here was almost designed to make him suffer.
He then remembered where he was: A realm designed to make humans suffer.
"Seriously, don't worry. You're about as non-threatening as is humanly possible. If we run into anyone, just let me do the talking and you'll be fine." she glanced back to give a carefree and reassuring grin.
"Right!" he nodded vigorously, "Thank you!"
"Don't mention it."
"No, I mean… Thank you for helping me." he was still unsure of how a lot of this worked, and considering the cold, the exhaustion, the dying, and so on his thoughts weren't exactly running at peak efficiency, but it was still obvious that she'd get in a lot of trouble for helping him like this.
I guess that a demon's sense of time is different than mine, but even so, the prospect of being literally chained to your work for decades can't be appealing…
"I… I really appreciate it. Sincerely, I mean-"
"Hey, don't go all sappy on me." she tried to brush off his thanks and continue on, "Honestly, it's nice to finally have someone appeal their sentence for a decent reason." she heaved a heavy sigh, "I mean seriously, you'd think mortals would at least have the self-awareness to realise they're terrible people once they finally bite it, but noooo, they have to waste my time pretending they belong somewhere else. 'Are bribes really so bad - I needed that yacht!', 'You don't understand – that bitch deserved it!', 'How could I know abusing my whole family for years would create one of the world's most dangerous supervillains?!', Waaaah!"
"Um… H-How long ago was that last one?"
"Huh?" her attention snapped back to him, "Oh, I dunno. Few decades, maybe a century or so… You kinda lose track."
Why do I have this horrible feeling it's more recent…
"But someone who was genuinely trying to do the right thing?" she breathed out a light laugh, "Don't see many of you around here."
"Thank you, but…" while it was true that he wanted to do the right thing, really he was just trying to fulfil his own dream – to be a hero and help others like his idol.
There were probably a lot of people more qualified than me… Heck, you could pick a hero-course student at random and they'd probably be a better choice. So why would he pick mEEEEEEEEEEEE-
Before he could articulate a full response, Izuku was suddenly hurled to the ground by an unknown force. Before he could collect himself, his vision was filled by slush, his body stuck in the squelchy surface and his arms half-buried in the ground.
Before he could try to pull his arms out, fear of a disgustingly suffocating fate overtaking any other thought, he felt a hard weight press against his back.
Is that a… It feels kinda like a person?
"You!" a hand pulled Izuku's face out of the ground, and suddenly he was face-to-face with another girl with white hair and dressed in formal wear. This one was a few inches shorter that Justice – more in-line with Izuku's own height, and sporting a properly-worn waistcoat as opposed to Justice's lackadaisically worn jacket, red irises in place of grey ones, and in place of horns appeared to be a pair of…
Dog ears?
"What are you doing stalking Justice, mortal?" the last word was accompanied by a growl that revealed a pair of canine fangs and supernaturally sharp teeth.
Ok, 'mortal', yep probably a demon and one who thinks I'm some weirdo following Justice around for no reason and she looks really angry and holy woah she has sharp teeth is she going to eat me do demons do that or-
"Hey, Cerberus, chill!" he could vaguely hear Justice's voice accompanied by the squelching of shoes plodding over to him, "He's with me – I was just taking him up to, uh- Limbo! Yeah!"
At her words the girl's demeanour shifted completely, her predatory fangs changing to normal teeth, her face going from angry to almost innocent-looking within an instant.
"Really?" another voice that seemed identical to the girl's – Cerberus' – asked from somewhere outside Izuku's vision.
"Yeah, yeah, there was a mix-up in the sorting process so I was just escorting him there." the girl's eyes shifted from Justice back to Izuku, now lacking the hostility.
"Uh, yeah!" he realised telling the truth here probably wasn't a good idea, "We were, uh, you know- Libra!"
"Limbo." Cerberus corrected.
"Right! Limbo! Yes! There!" he smiled awkwardly, "That's- That's where we're going… Definitely…" he didn't need to look around to know the loud groan came from Justice.
Despite his atrocious acting, Cerberus still apparently bought their excuse. Or at least she didn't care to comment otherwise, standing up and pulling Izuku out of the ground effortlessly. He proceeded to try and brush off as much of the slush on him that he could while looking around, now that the imminent threat to his afterlife was appeased. He found that two other girls had arrived, both identical to Cerberus in appearance and – if their conversation was any indication – voice.
Wait, so a total of three identical demons, and one is called Cerberus, the hell hound with three heads… It didn't take a genius to form a conclusion.
So, are they, like, triplets…? Or is it more? Do they share senses? Can they fuse together, or something? Are there more of them-
"Why didn't you just form a gate?" one of the Cerberus' asked.
"Because then I'd have to go through inter-Circle customs, and complete a load of paperwork, and I'd probably have to brief Lucy on the issue in detail… This just seemed easier. Plus, it's nice to get out every few years." she shrugged nonchalantly before turning around and gesturing for Izuku to follow, something he was all too happy to do.
"Ack!" until a sharp pain flared in his leg and he fell to the floor once again. Looking down, he could see the painful part of his leg through tatters in his costume, and it was coated in a thin layer of frost.
I guess it's colder than I thought…
"Hey, what's wrong?" soon Justice was crouched beside him to investigate.
"Well, you said that he's a human that doesn't belong here, right?" Cerberus checked.
"That means he doesn't have the natural resistance to the cold most mortal sinners here are given." another Cerberus explained.
"His shell looks like it's about ten minutes or so from breaking." the third Cerberus finished.
"What?!" Justice exclaimed, "And you didn't feel anything?!"
"Well, I knew it was cold, but…"
"Why didn't you say something?!"
"I just…" Izuku sighed, "I just didn't want to bother you… Not after you've gone out of your way to help me…"
"… Dammit…" Justice looked away for a moment and winced slightly – whether his soul was painful to look at from such a distance or something else, Izuku didn't know, "Well if you freeze now, that'll bother me."
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
"I can help!" Cerberus offered. Before either of them could respond, the first Cerberus began to crouch down and…
Is she… Growing?
Before Izuku's eyes the girl began to shift in size to at least three meters in length. At the same time, her clothes dissolved into a dark red fur while her skin began to take on the same tint, her hands and toes coming through gloves and boots with only four digits that were each tipped by claws, her black arrow-tipped tail lengthening and expanding with the same fur as the rest. But what stuck out the most was her face: Her nose grew longer, the tip adopting a black hue, and the surroundings stretched accordingly. Her jaw receded and mouth grew larger while her eyes changed dramatically, the red irises consuming the whites and pupils both, while their intensity grew to the point of her eyes practically glowing.
"Hellhound…" Izuku whispered before swallowing nervously, "Right…"
At his words the beast turned his way, its piercing eyes gazing directly upon his soul.
Oh no it heard me what am I gonna do do I apologise or do I just pray at this point oh I remember hearing that animals expose their stomachs when surrendering should I do that or-
While Izuku prepared for the worst, the beast instead walked past before turning around to circle him, soon crouching around him until he was practically engulfed in its fur.
"It's… warm…" despite the situation he couldn't help but appreciate the first bout of heat he'd found since starting out in this horrendous wasteland. Death by hellhound mauling may sound worse than hypothermia… but he was really cold.
"Arf!" Cerberus… The hound… The Hound-Cerberus decided that warm wasn't enough, however, and proceeded to breathe fire directly in front of him.
"Ok- I- Yep- That's toasty- I'm fine- Thank you-!" he fumbled for what to even say.
"Well, looks like that problem's sorted." he could almost hear the relief in Justice's voice, "Let us know when you've warmed up and we'll head out."
"Oh, I don't want to bother Miss Cerber-"
"That wasn't a request." her voice hardened slightly, "Relax, warm up, we'll keep going soon."
Izuku couldn't find the strength to argue. He was cold, tired, emotionally spent, and now comfortable against Cerberus' surprisingly soft and extremely fluffy fur, a smile forming despite himself.
I always wanted a dog…
Why do mortals have to be so damn fragile? Justice sighed at the thought, extremely relieved that Cerberus' warmth was proving enough to defrost her green-haired icicle of a companion – watching him die after trudging through this mess just sounded depressing.
Bad enough we have to walk so slowly despite only having so much time 'till someone figures out I've ditched work, now I've gotta worry about him freezing without even noticing?
Clearly Izuku was having trouble adapting to the lack of a physical body, one without pain receptors and a heartbeat and flesh and all that jazz; even though he was more-or-less just as susceptible to the elements, the shell his soul was projecting was still adjusting to his surroundings.
And I brought him out here about 5 minutes after it materialised… she clicked her tongue.
"Yeah, guess that one's on me…"
"Hm?"
"What was that?"
"Nothing." she replied to the two questioning Cerberus bodies while waving off the inquisitive look her dog-form face was giving her, "Just thinking how we can make up for the lost time…"
"I'm ready to go if-"
"No."
"Stay!" one of Cerberus' human bodies went over to keep the overeager mortal in place.
Does he have a deathwish or some- wait, yep, he does.
"You know, it'd be a lot faster to just make a gate up to where you're going."
"And explain how I tried to skirt regs and nearly got a recently deceased soul iced? Nah, I'm good." at this point she was basically committed to lying, as hard as Izuku had tried to ruin it with his complete inability to do so. In spite of her and Cerberus being on pretty good terms, she wasn't willing to risk the possibility of her running off to Lucy… or worse…
Even if she didn't, she's almost as bad as lying as he is, so it's a lose-lose.
"Why do you even care? Just leave him to get sorted like everyone else."
"Um… You do realise I can still hear you-"
"Shhhh…" the human Cerberus near him put a gloved hand to his lips.
"He got misclassified pretty bad." a dash of the truth would probably be the easiest way to go, "Thrown down here for some desires he's had since he was a kid."
"So?"
"If you could see his soul you'd know putting him down here would just cause more of a headache in the long term." for Justice to even look directly at him now was the equivalent of trying to stare into a blaring light in a dark room. And whenever he went off about selflessness or heroism or some other naive nonsense it escalated to staring at the sun.
"Hmmm…" Cerberus pouted while her dog form turned its head to sniff at Izuku. For a moment Justice was worried he'd freak, but he seemed to take it in stride, even chuckling a bit at the motion. It even seemed like the chuckling wasn't in terror.
Guess he's a dog person…
"Woah!" the Cerberi held their noses.
"That's strong!"
"Oh, sorry, I haven't showered since I… Well, since I got here."
"No, it's your soul…"
"Are you sure he's a human? He smells more like a cinnamon roll… No, a whole bakery compressed into human form!"
"Please don't call me a cinnamon roll…" Izuku groaned.
"Y'see?" Justice answered, "You really want that down here?"
"… I mean…" one Cerberus trailed off.
"It's kinda nice…"
"Ruff!" the hound-Cerberus agreed.
"The putrefaction smells good and all, but…"
"You kinda get tired of it after a while."
Now that was a thought Justice could get behind – an office with a view over the wastelands with her old job of judging sinners sounded like a great alternative to the baking gig… Until she'd been doing the same thing for 200 years playing catchup with little-to-no holiday. After that even a stunning landscape like this started to look like just another view.
"Wait." Izuku spoke up, "How… How long have you all been here, exactly?"
"A while."
"A long time." Cerberus' hound-form nodded to emphasise their point.
"Like… Years? Decades? Centuries?"
"How old are the Abrahamic religions at this point?" Justice queried – that'd give a decent estimate at least.
"Wait, WHAT?!"
"Oh, come on, you must've heard of those."
First he doesn't know hell's made of Circles and now this? What are they teaching mortals these days- she blinked.
Damn I sound old…
"Well, yes but- but isn't that at least three thousand years?"
"Feels like four to be honest." Justice stretched to try and loosen up, reminded of aching muscles worsened by Gluttony's weather.
Now there's something she missed about the fire and brimstone: Decent heating.
"B-but that's…" Izuku blinked several times and took a number of deep breaths.
Mortals have the weirdest hang-ups about age… It was an odd fixation they seemed to have that Justice would never understand. The cultural difference probably wasn't helped by the radically different upbringing demons tended to have, and definitely not helped when considering her own childhood…
"And for all that time you've lived…" he looked around the wastes, "Here?"
"Yep!"
"That's right!"
"Ruff!"
"I've kinda been all over the place." Justice shrugged, "Why do you ask?"
"I mean, don't you ever get… I dunno, holiday time?" Justice shook her head, "Days off?" another shake, "Minimum wage? Labour laws?"
"What are those?"
"Are they tasty?"
Izuku simply hung his head in despair.
"There was one time we all went up to the mortal world a few centuries ago…" Justice recalled, "That was pretty fun."
"Oh yeah!"
"Pancakes…" suddenly all three Cerberi started drooling.
"Well… Maybe you could come with us…?" Izuku suggested before Justice managed a subtle glare at him, "That is- er- to Limbo, I mean- a change of scenery- you know, for a bit…"
"Oh, I bet Cerberus has got a lot of-"
"Sure!"
"Sounds fun!"
"Arf!"
"Oh!" both human Cerberi clapped, "We can say hi to Monica!"
"And Malinda!"
"And… Judgement…" hound-Cerberus whined weakly while the other two deflated at the thought.
"Actually…" Justice rubbed the back of her neck, "I think we should probably try and avoid Judgement."
No way she'd be ok with bending the rules like this… damn goody-two-shoes…
"That sounds good!"
"No Judgement sounds great!"
"Arf!"
"What are we waiting for?"
"Let's go!"
Without warning hound-Cerberus grabbed Izuku by his collar with her teeth to fling him onto her back. From the look on his face during the experience, he'd probably be experiencing a heart attack if he still had one. One of the human Cerberi jumped up on her hound form's back and joined Izuku to make sure he hung on tight, not falling off and not getting cold.
Guess not, if his blushing is anything to go by.
"Want a lift?"
"Sure, why not." Justice sighed in response. Bringing more demons onto their little hell-trip wasn't ideal, but Cerberus' speed was no joke, and she had no idea how she'd keep Izuku warm enough without the hound's fur.
I'm sure we can find something in Limbo to distract her while we leave… she smiled wryly at the idea their resident hellhound could easily be ditched.
What could possibly go wrong?
A/N:
Hello again!
So this took a bit longer than expected to get out; on the bright side, I was waiting 'till I had a few more chapters written to publish this, so I should be putting a chapter out every week or 2 until we get to chapter 8 or so.
Not much else to say; this got more attention that I expected which is very cool - thank you to you all reading who decided to give it a chance, hope you enjoyed!
Feel free to comment, leave feedback, criticism, etc., I do read it all even though I don't directly respond to it all, and it is all appreciated!
See you in a couple of weeks!