In an undisclosed location...
A small group of men wandered around a spacious warehouse, where numerous boxes filled with unseen goods were lying in wait for someone to release them. All of the men inside wore variations of striped vests and slacks, reminiscent of the late-20s gangsters in America. Instead, they wore no hats, and each one of the men wore a patch on their right shoulder: a single dot with arrows branching out in all directions.
While only a few of the men were human-esque, one was larger than the rest. The man's Quirk defined his image, and his image was that of the lion. His upper body strained in the three-piece suit, nearly tearing the fabric at the arms and upper torso. His head was of a lion's head, complete with a flowing mane and piercing red eyes. His hands were instead claws as he tapped them on the boxes as he walked.
His eyes scanned the room, eyeing several particular boxes. "Well, what happened to my shipment?" The lion-man asked.
One of the men in the room approached him. He was fully human, with pipes protruding from his arms. One of his eyes wasn't natural; instead, they looked like the inside of a mechanical watch. "S-Sir? It seems that it's purposefully being delayed. Our contacts in the P.L.F. are withholding payment until we complete a job," he reported.
"And that job is...?"
"Er...well, it seems that there was a heist job at that Hero School, and they want some specific data from there," the man said. "They want us to continue the mission, or else we're down a set of ivory tusks."
The lion-man rolled his eyes. "This Shigaraki guy is starting to piss me off. And stealing something from U.A. is a surefire way of getting thrown in prison!"
"I-I believe they know that, sir."
The lion-man groaned. "Send in a bird. I want to know what we're looking at," he ordered. "And start sifting through all of this junk! I want to be making a damn profit here!"
"Y-Yes, sir..."
As the reporting guy left to gather some of his comrades, the doors to the warehouse burst open. The lion-man looked up to see two men with similar suits run into the room. One of them had rams horns protruding from his head and some fine fur underneath his collar and sleeves. The other was a regular human with a chubby face and a bald head.
The ram-man fell to the lion's feet. "B-Boss, I'm sorry!"
The boss glared at him. "Sorry for what?"
The pudgy man dropped next to him. "W-We were out casing a joint when we saw a hero and a shopkeep guy run after one of our guys! We ran to help him out, but..."
"But...what?" The lion-man demanded.
"W-We're so sorry! He wasn't one of us! He was wearing the suit and the pin, so we thought..." The ram-man said. "W-We saw him wipe the floor with the hero before he could call for back-up. He saw us, and we ran straight here!"
"Did you LEAD HIM HERE!" The lion boomed.
"YES!" A voice boomed.
The lion-man and his two lackeys turned towards the entrance to see a half-giant stroll in with a hero slung onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He walked with grace and authority, immediately claiming the room as his as he eyed the lackeys near the crates. His knuckles had some evidence of blood on them, suggesting the brutality of his beating of the hero.
As he approached the lion man, he gave him a snarky stare and smirk. He raised the hero and dropped him onto the ground at the boss's feet. The hero groaned, indicating that he was still alive.
The lion-man looked down at the hero for a moment. He was a reasonably unimpressive hero; however, he disrupted most of his sales in the area. His Quirk allowed him to strike hard with his brick-like body. While he wasn't as strong as Death Arms or any other pros, his strength in mind was admirable to the neighborhood he protected.
The lion-man looked up at the Chaos King. "So...You took down a hero," he said.
The Chaos King crossed his arms. "Suppose I did..."
"Don't be expecting me to trust you...I know you're not one of us," the lion man declared.
"Perhaps, but that can change quickly," The Chaos King remarked. "From what I can remember, you guys have hit a low in recruitment."
He walked over to one of the crates. He grazed the box with his hand and smiled. "You're barely scrounging up supplies after the Shie Hassaikai fell. What few guns remain on the open market are here, as well as a small loan of Trigger from the Factory, correct?"
The lion-man growled as his eyes narrowed at the newcomer. "How do you know that?"
The Chaos King turned to him. "Those reasons are my own. But I am not wrong, right? And even now, you're guns for hire. Cannon fodder to something stronger." He turned to the current boss. "The Paranormal Liberation Front? I didn't realize that we sold out to those pathetic losers."
"They protect us," the lion man sneered. "The heroes may still be licking their wounds from that battle, but there are still a lot of them out there."
"You're right, but for how much longer? The Discord Organization is the top villain society globally, and I will be damned if it continues to whither like this. Your fears are holding them back from fortune and power!" He declared as he gestured to the lackeys in the room.
The lion-man watched as his crew started to converse among themselves. He glared at the newcomer. "You dare suggest that I'm unfit to lead my crew?"
The Chaos King shrugged. "It's not leading when you're obeying the orders of a child-king like Tomura Shigaraki. You seek to survive; I strive to prosper!" He bellowed out to the crew.
More murmurs echoed throughout the room. The lion-man growled as his crew simply stood by and debated against him. He glanced down at the hero on the floor and back up at the Chaos King. "So is this your declaration? Do you wish to challenge me for leadership of this crew?"
The Chaos King smiled. "Oh, I do..."
The lion-man reached up to unbutton his jacket and throw it to the floor. The Chaos King smiled and copied his action, revealing a hidden holster underneath with a pistol inside.
The lion-man didn't say anything before the Chaos King removed it and tossed it on the hero. Two lackeys quickly ran in, grabbed the hero, and dragged him and the gun away. The lion-man walked up to him and held his arm out at his opponent. "Standard rules apply here. No weapons," the boss declared.
The Chaos King smiled as he removed his golden knuckledusters and pocketed them. He shifted to a combat stance opposite of the boss. "Ready..."
The boss sneered. "Die for your insolence!"
One of the lackeys waved for them to begin. The boss ran on all fours and pounced at the Chaos King, his fangs bared at his opponent. With his claws extended, the lion man swiped at his opponent, hoping to draw blood.
The Chaos King dodged backward at the last moment, only allowing some of his suit to be torn from the attack. He continued to elude backward as the lion-man continued to slash at him.
The lackeys watched as the fires burned within the boss's eyes. Whenever he went on the attack, his Quirk's beastly nature would kick in, leaving him blind to the world around him. The object of his hate directly in front of him, the boss continued to slash away at him, hoping for the lucky strike.
The lion-man continued to press forward toward his enemy, his talons inching closer and closer. He slashed through his shirt, exposing his ash-gray skin. There was evidence of some faint scars crossing his chest. The boss re-doubled his efforts and continued his advances toward his foe.
The lackeys watching were all on the edge of their seats. The lion-man had been the boss of their organization for many years, taking multiple contracts and keeping the ship floating, especially after All for One's first defeat by All Might. While his defeat blew open the doors on the criminal underworld, the Discord Organization stayed relevant by willingly fracturing its ranks and spreading them throughout the region. While the main facility stayed relatively strong, the others had unfortunately met the same fate as the Shie Hassaikai.
While some of the lackeys watched the lion-man and quietly cheered him on, a few others did the same for the Chaos King. They noted his strength and powerful aura as soon as he walked in, unafraid of the heroes outside. Even bringing an unconscious hero and declaring an open challenge to the leadership was something they didn't expect when they woke up in the morning.
They watched the Chaos King avoid the lion-man's punches without a hint of fear in his eyes. One of the lackeys had the Quirk to sense emotions in close targets, and the Chaos King wasn't fearful, nor was he even concerned with the fight.
As the fight continued, one of the lackeys twitched his head to the side and smiled. He whispered his boss's name, causing the Chaos King to feel a sharp itch form on the back of his head. The feeling caught him off guard while the lion-man lunged in with his claws aimed at his eyes. "GOTCHA!" He bellowed. His claws slashed downward from his hairline down at an angle and crossing out his eyes.
...At least, it was supposed to cross out his eyes. But it didn't.
The Chaos King sealed his eyes as soon as he saw the claw come close. The lion-man's attack made contact, causing sparks to form as his claws effortlessly and harmlessly scraped off of his face. The lion-man's face fell as the Chaos King smiled before looking back at his opponent. The lackeys all watched as the boss's opponent suddenly reel his head back and head-butt the lion-man.
The attack sent the boss flying back and had him sliding on his back. Two of his lackeys ran over to help him up, but the boss raised a hand to stop them. "NO! Don't you dare!"
They stopped as the boss picked himself up. He rubbed his forehead as he looked up to see the Chaos King saunter over toward him. "You...what is this? Your Quirk?"
The Chaos King nodded. "Love it, right? It's called 'Styx.' I hope you like how it feels," he said.
The lion-man spat out some blood and raised his claws. "That Quirk won't keep you alive forever," he declared. "I'll tear through your body until I find your weakness."
The Chaos King smiled. "I doubt that."
The lion-man lunged forward with his claws out. He slashed at his opponent with renewed determination, searching for the anchor point that made him vulnerable. The Chaos King smiled as his shirt continued to be slashed up, revealing more of his ash-gray body. His slashes made contact with his skin, continuously scraping against it as if his body were made of stone.
After a while, the Chaos King decided to fight back. He grabbed the lion-man's wrist as he continued to slice at him and jammed his fist into his face. The crunch that followed was a sound everyone heard in the room as the lion-man stumbled backward. The Chaos King advanced and started his attack run.
The lackeys could only shield their eyes as they watched the fight shift dramatically. The Chaos King was a powerhouse, a living tank against the boss. His punches always hit their marks; the boss couldn't stand on two feet for long before being tossed around like a sack of potatoes. His head spun around as he continued his assault, not relenting from his slaughter.
The Chaos King backed the boss to the wall, where he barely regained consciousness. The giant towered over his helpless victim with his fists clenched and his glare shooting daggers. "And I believe I win...unless you want to try again," he said in a calm, low voice.
The now-former boss looked up at him. "Y-You're impossible..."
The Chaos King nodded. "I refined my power at an early age. No spiritual tether keeps me, mortal, only my convictions," he said. "As for you, your crown is mine as well as your life to do with as I please."
The lion-man's only working eye, since the other couldn't open, widened in horror as the Chaos King walked over to his jacket and the gun he carried. The lackeys watched as he pulled out a sort of futuristic pistol, mostly silver and sleek with tesla coils all around it. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a steel flask.
The lackeys watched him pocket the flask and turned a switch on the gun. "Trust me; you'll wish I killed you," he said.
The lion-man shut his eye, waiting for the end. The Chaos King aimed and fired the gun, shooting an electrical beam at the former boss. The former boss screamed as he felt the arcs surge throughout his body, entrapping the lackeys in awe and horror.
When the Chaos King eased off the trigger, he holstered the gun and pulled out his flask. He opened it up and held it to the lion-man's mouth as he started to feel sick. He began to heave as his body convulsed, instinctively holding onto the flask as he felt something come up. Everyone in the room turned away except for the Chaos King as he let it out.
Instead of what he was expecting, which was his breakfast, the lion-man saw a rainbow stream pour from his mouth and into the flask. He tried to move it away, but the Chaos King held the flask in place. The rainbow stream continued for a moment before it stopped flowing. At that, the Chaos King pulled the flask away and sealed it shut.
The lion-man looked up with wide eyes. "W-What was that?"
The Chaos King smiled. "The end."
The lion-man didn't say anymore as he started to feel the change. He raised his hand and saw it twitching wildly; the feeling extended up to his arm and throughout his entire body. His injuries had persisted as he felt new ones take form. His fingers felt like they were shrinking, his mane molted off of him, and his shirt started to feel bigger.
He watched the Chaos King smile as his vision declined. "W-What did you do to me?"
The Chaos King shook his flask. "I call it: Q-Series. It's a Quirk Isolation and Forcible Extraction piece of tech that liquifies the Quirk factor in any person and forces the body to expunge it, thinking it is a disease that must be purged," he explained.
The lion-man watched his claws disappear, and human hands form. "Without your Quirk factor, you are just a normal, pathetic Quirkless man. You are lesser than the dirt I crush under my boot," he said.
The former lion-man looked up. He was a lightly tanned man with only his ruby eyes remaining from his Quirked form along with some long hair. "Your Quirk is mine to do with as I see fit. You're done," the Chaos King said as he turned away.
With one cold glare, all of the lackeys in the room stood and bowed before the new boss. He raised the flask and smiled. "We will rebuild the Discord Organization from the ground-up. Hero society will fear our power throughout the world, and all good things start at home!" He announced.
Everyone stayed in their bow, too scared to say or do anything. "The Paranormal Liberation Front will rue the say they underestimated us. As of today, we will terminate all of their contracts!"
He grabbed a stack of papers on a counter and tore them as if he tore a leaf. "We will make our money our way! Reach out to our contacts on the streets and have them push out more Trigger. Resupply at our warehouses and start controlling the market!"
Three of the lackeys rose and saluted. "Take to the streets! Our numbers must grow if we are to fulfill our new quotas!"
Another group rose and saluted. The Chaos King walked over to the hero he brought in and pressed his foot at the small of his back. "As for the hero..."
Two lackeys looked up to watch the new boss press hard against his back, crushing his spine. "Make sure he's found. He won't be of any use to us anymore..."
The two rose. The Chaos King turned to the former boss and smiled. "This is a new day for the Discord Organization. I am your King! Long live the King!"
All the lackeys in the room raised their fists high in the air. "LONG LIVE THE KING!"
The Chaos King smiled and approached his victim with his fists clenched. The former boss shut his eyes as the last thing he saw was the stone fist of his successor slam down on him.