Gooooooooooooood Moooooooooorrning fanfiction! Welcome to the first chapter of the Warpath Arc!

So this chapter is going to be relatively short, but I still see it as a complete chapter. I may flip-flop between writing long chapters or short chapters, it depends on how I'm feeling. Not that it's a bad thing. One important note I should bring up is that I recently discovered Helldivers 2 and I am already hooked. That game will be chewing up most of my time so if there's a lull in updates, it's probably because I'm spreading democracy across the galaxy. Speaking of gaming, I have good news for all you boomer shooter fans! The full version of Wrath: Aeon of Ruin is finally out after spending five years in early access purgatory. For those who are worried that it's a mediocre dud like Graven, fear not because Wrath SLAPS. Give it a go!

So there are four things I need to address. It's nothing serious, just some subjects I wanna talk about.

Some people in the reviews had mentioned the Doomcycle seen on YT and why I did not use it. It was the original creator's idea and I can't just use it willy-nilly. I had to go for my own fanmade design and I hope you can all understand. But I do have to admit, it looks pretty fucking rad.

On the subject of Stain, I can most certainly say that the Doomslayer would kill him without a second thought. It does not matter what Akaguro's intentions were, he still killed seventeen Heroes and crippled twenty-four just because they were too enamored with the celebrity lifestyle or didn't "feel" like a real Hero. The Slayer would kinda be annoyed or dismissive with some of the more attention-seeking Heroes but he wouldn't kill any of them. And as user Z pointed out, my version of Lady Nagant does a better job at making a point than Stain ever did.

To clear up any misconceptions about the Heroes being useless, I did make them understand that you have to use lethal force if you can convince a dangerous Villain to surrender, as demonstrated by Cementoss, Present Mic, and in their fight with the Doomslayer. Cementoss says "Take him down" outright while Mic's and Lady's attacks could've very well killed a person. But it's their morals that get in the way and the Slayer is able to tell which one can or can't resort to lethal force. Of course, that will all change a lot when the Demons invade MHA Earth.

I have heard of the upcoming 4th MHA movie and I can confirm that I am not using anything from it. We already have one psycho All Might fanboy, we don't need another. With all that being said, enjoy the chapter!

DOOM, My Hero Academia, and Darksiders belong to their respective owners, I do not own either of them.

Beta read by Zeroth17.

Chapter 32

Violent Night

MUSUTAFU-DERELICT WAREHOUSE

JUNE 30th, 9:00 PM

Arbalest read the message he received from All for One on his phone. His lips curled into a cruel, eager smile as he memorized the instructions he received from the Symbol of Despair. The message deleted itself, a precautionary measure AFO implemented when contacting those under his thrall, and Arbalest left the dilapidated manager's office. Waiting outside were his two henchmen, Flummox and ZitZap.

"Time to rally the troops, boys." Arbarlest said to his men as they nodded and followed him downstairs.

Arbalest was a bit of a celebrity in the Japanese criminal underworld. His muscled stature was authenticated by the tribal tattoos snaking around his bare chest and arms. He was completely bald and shirtless, dressed only in tattered jeans and heavy boots while his hand had, oddly enough, drawstrings coming out of his palms and connecting to his fingers. His Quirk allowed him to throw objects with near-perfect accuracy while the drawstrings could enhance the speed they were thrown by attaching themselves to said object and drawing back to increase the velocity. He was a reputable arms dealer with an impressive track record of defeating lower to mid-ranked heroes; killing three of them to boot. When he was approached with an offer to join the League of Villains, he took it without hesitation.

ZitZap was an obese slob wearing a black sweatshirt and grey sweatpants with sandals. He had a large beer gut protruding from underneath his shirt, a bushy mustache, and a flattop that hadn't been washed. In weeks. And that wasn't worth mentioning the zits all over his face and arms due to his Quirk. The zits could emit an electrical discharge within a radius around himself and were strong enough to paralyze even the strongest of Heroes which was helpful in a pinch. He acted as the muscle and bodyguard for Arbalest.

Flummox was the opposite of ZitZap, having a lean physique like Arbalest and wearing dark pants with simple dress shoes and a buttoned tan dress shirt. He sported a blonde, slicked haircut that complimented his smarmy grin which flashed a gold tooth. Flummox had a sizable influence in shady back-alley dealings; drugs, prostitutes, stolen jewelry, anything he could get his hands on, he would sell it for a "reasonable" price. This made him a handy asset for Arbalest when he was selling high-grade weapons to potential buyers. His hands were colored light blue which was a sign of his Quirk: the ability to render anyone he touches go into a temporary stupor, hence his Villain name.

They walked down the steps and into the vast, open space of the main floor where up to a hundred and eighty-two criminals were gathered. They were all small time but still dangerous: some had strong Quirks or had experience in fighting Heroes. They were all gearing themselves up with weapons they had received from large wooden crates around the warehouse; fresh clips and shells were being loaded into guns that were in the hands of trigger-happy felons. There were also more crooks on the second floor, eagerly awaiting what kind of trouble they could stir up with so many Pro Heroes in the hospital.

Arbalest and his henchmen walked up onto a makeshift stage with boarded-up windows behind it. He cleared his throat, getting the attention of the attendees.

"Good evening, my apostles of awful! Our esteemed leader and king of all villainy, All for One, has just given out a new set of orders to all the gangs in Musutafu!" Abarlest announced, earning cheers from the crowd of crooks. "He's got a big plan going down later tonight and has tasked us and several other gangs to attack every police station and Hero agency in the city. We're going to put pressure on the law by taking these places out one by one while they're busy with I-Island and the looters. One lucky gang has been given the special operation of attacking a juicy target of opportunity! Before they get that order, we and the other gangs gotta cause as much chaos as possible to keep the pigs occupied. To get this job done, I delivered them several trucks filled with all the explosive goodies they could ask for. But I did manage to save some for us! The guns were just an appetizer!"

The lights came on in the back of the warehouse to reveal four large tractor-trailers. Some of Abarlest's goons went up to them and opened the doors to show that the trailers were filled with grenades, C4 detonators, RPGs, and more firearms. The criminals hooted and cheered louder than before, many swarming to the trucks to get their greasy mitts on the munitions.

"This is the moment most of us has been waitin' for, boys!" Arbalest placed his hands on his hips. "Are ya ready to blow shit up?"

"YEAH!" The crowd raised their fists and guns in the air.

"Are ya ready to kill the cops?"

"YEAH!"

"Are ya ready to go nuts?"

"YEAH!"

"Are ya all ready to fuck up those Hero assholes?!"

"YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The Crowd roared; lusting for blood and the opportunity to strike at Hero Society. Abarlest's smile grew wider while Zitzap and Flummox grinned as well.

"Then let's get this party started, you crazy bastards!" Arbalest exclaimed while grandstanding to the crowd. "TIME TO TEAR THIS CITY A NEW ASSHOLE!"

(Venture Bros-Assclamp,0:17 to 1:00)

The boarded-up windows behind the Villains exploded outward as the Doomslayer rode in on his Rampart, the whirring treads sprouting spikes and the cycle unfurling two curved blades! The sythes decapitated Zitzap and Flummox while Arablest was grounded into chop meat as the treads tore apart his body! The Slayer depressed the triggers on his handlebars and the Vulcans unleashed death upon the disoriented Villains! Scores of criminals were reduced to red mist as the 20mm rounds shredded through their ranks! The Slayer drove off the stage and into the crowd, carving a bloody swath through them as they were run down by the spiked treads or sliced in half by the blades! Dying screams filled the air as the Villains ran for their lives only to be mowed down by the Vulcans. The felons up on the upper levels snapped out of their shock quick enough to open fire on the Slayer but the bullets bounced off the Rampart's armor. The bike's missile launchers fired a salvo toward the upper level and the resulting explosions rained guts and limbs from above.

The Slayer threw out a hologram projector just as he pulled out his Plasma Rifle and fired on a group of Villains who stood no chance against the flesh-melting projectiles. The projector formed a copy and the mimic Slayer began scoring multiple headshots with its digitized HAR. A large Villain with an iron skin texture and flames billowing from his mouth like a furnace charged at the Doomlsayer on his bike. Taggart pressed a button near the triggers and the main cannon fired a round at the charging Villain, drilling a hole straight through him and blowing up another batch of hostiles. The Doomslayer grabbed a feeling target by the head and bashed his skull several times against the handlebars before throwing him under the treads.

The massacre was boody as it was nightmarish for the assembled Villains. None of them thought they would experience something this horrific before in their criminal careers. They never expected to be so brutally cut down like this, not like animals. But some of the Villains recognized the man riding the bike as the same one who destroyed the entire Steel Sabers organization and put multiple Pro Heroes in the hospital. It only then did they realize how screwed they were as another stream of missiles surged toward them, obliterating those that tried to make a break for the exits. One Villain with hooked fingers latched onto the back of the Rampart in an attempt to attack the Slayer but the minelayer activated and launched an anti-tank mine right into the poor sap's gut, launching him into his comrades where the explosion reduced them into chunky giblets.

The ground became slick with blood as the Doomslayer drove through the panicked crowd of Villains, all of them screaming or attempting to flee from death itself. As the Vulcans continued to unload searing doom into their targets, a few errant bullets hit the trucks filled with explosive munitions and the trailers detonated, killing scores of criminals as the ammunition sprayed all over the area as a result of being near the intense heat, taking out more targets just as the Slayer sent his Rampart into a powerslide and hopped off of it. The Slayer drew his Sawtanas and began cutting down the disoriented criminals; the whirring blades easily sawing through flesh and bone. He sliced open the stomach of one goon and shoved one of his blades up into another's chin, ripping it out and tearing the Villain's face apart. He then ran his Sawtana through a charging Villain and impaled him through several others before hefting the blade upward and splitting them open, guts falling to the ground and horrifying the guilty.

Unlike the Steel Sabers, barely any of them tried to put up a fight because of the chaos around them. As he sawed a criminal down the middle while decapitating another, a bunch of Villains tried to get the jump on him but the hologram dove towards the group and detonated in a blinding flash. As the crooks reeled from blindness, the Slayer swapped out his melee weapons for his Combat Shotgun and fired an explosive round into the group. As gore splattered over his armor, the Doomslayer mopped up the last remaining stragglers. He gunned down the rest of the congregation as they suffocated from the fumes of the burning warehouse. Every thundering blast of his Combat Shotgun sent every criminal sprawling to the ground with chests full of buckshot. One gang member tried to flee but the Doomslayer flung one of his upgraded grenades at him, the spikes activating and lodging itself into the back of the Villain's skull before exploding.

Scanning the warehouse, the Slayer spotted the last scumbag feebly trying to crawl away; both his legs had been blown off at the knees during the earlier mayhem. The Doomslayer stalked towards him just as the Villain rolled over and held his hands up in surrender.

"NO! NO, DON'T KILL ME PLEASE-!"

The Slayer raised his foot and brought it down on his skull, sending brain matter gushing from his squashed head. No respite, no hesitance, no mercy.

Since his Praetor Suit(as well as the Rampart) were immune to fire, the Slayer was in no rush to leave the Warehouse which was now fully engulfed in flames. His HUD directed him to the cellphone of Arbalest, who was now a pile of mincemeat, lying near his remains. He walked amongst the mutilated corpses of the felons before picking up the phone. The screen flickered on and revealed VEGA's symbol appeared, indicating that the AI was hacking the phone.

/Before the messages deleted themselves, All for One instructed all of the gangs under his command to attack certain targets across Musutafu; namely police stations and Hero agencies. With law enforcement still preoccupied with maintaining order, they are in danger of being targeted by these groups. One gang has been tasked to stage an attack on a currently unknown place of interest but the order has not gone out yet and I am therefore unable to locate them. By terminating these gangs, we will not only be disrupting whatever he is planning but also protecting the police officers and Heroes being targeted. I am accessing the cellphones of the gangs and marking their locations on your HUD./

With his helmet receiving the info and giving him the whereabouts of the Villain groups, the Hellwalker put away his Combat Shotgun, got back on the Rampart, and drove straight through the warehouse door like it was made of paper. He drove away from the burning warehouse and through the deserted city streets to his next target. The Slayer narrowed his eyes, focusing on his objectives. He wanted AFO to know that he was going after him one way or another and he was going butcher every Villain in Japan to find him. He wanted the so-called Symbol of Despair to feel the same kind of terror and helplessness that he inflicted upon the Sabers. Taggart did not require sleep, rest, or sustenance, he was never going to stop AT ALL.

This little hit on AFO's flunkies was only the first in a very long series of middle fingers from the Doomslayer to the League of Villains.

MUSUTAFU-EAST SIDE

9:26 PM

A large congregation of bikers drove down the highway, hollering and cackling like madmen as they brandished clubs, machetes, nailed bats, chains, and assorted firearms. Numbering up to fifty-six outlaws, their howls of psychopathic elation could be heard from far away. The group drove near an unassuming car with its driver minding his own business. It was only when the group neared the car did the occupant, a father trying to get back home to his family, started to panic when they attacked him. They bludgeoned his car with their weapons, shattered his windows, and then shot out all four of his tires with their guns. The biker mob gave the car a wide berth as it spun out of control and hit the concrete wall, grinding itself along the wall before skidding to a halt.

"WOOOOOOOO! TEN POINTS!" One of the bikers hollered as the others cheered.

"Alright, cut the petty antic horseshit!" Their leather-clad leader raised his voice his wavy blond hair flowing in the breeze. "We got bigger fish to fry!"

Skullbash was the leader of the biker gang and despite his somewhat contrived name, he was still a dangerous Villain. His Quirk gave him an enlarged forehead by enhancing the bone density of his skull. It gave him the ability to headbutt his way through the toughest of obstacles like a battering ram or use it as an offensive weapon. Many were left with crippling or near-fatal head injuries as a result of this notorious outlaw biker.

"Our orders from All for One are to keep the pigs and Heroes occupied while he has one gang attack someplace important. Every cop you kill gets you a big fat pay raise and if any of you brings me a Hero I can smash their head in, gets first fuck on whatever whore they got crawlin' around the brothels. SOUND GOOD!?" Skullbash loudly announced, glancing over his shoulder as he raised his antique Winchester 1887 shotgun into the air. His gang roared in agreement, raising their weapons into the air as well. Skullbashed smiled evilly; nodding his head as he focused back on the road.

He noticed something up ahead just near the downward ramp into the city coming up. Something was approaching them but the streetlights were too dim to make out what it was. Whatever orders Skullbash was going to carry out for AFO were dashed when a rocket was launched in his direction and exploded in front of him, vaporizing his body and unleashing a burst of superheated shrapnel! The blades cut apart the bikers and hit the fuel tanks in their motorcycles, causing them to explode and send bodies flying across the highway. The Doomslayer drove his Rampart through the gang, plowing through them with zero remorse as his treads ran over them. The sythes bisected the hoodlums and flensed through their choppers, creating a destructive domino effect that sent blood, wrecked motorcycles, and corpses scattering along the pavement.

As the Slayer ran over the last of them, his missile launcher rotated around and launched several missiles at the long stretch of splattered bodies and cycles to make sure there were no survivors. As multiple explosions rocked the highway, he drove up to the disabled car he witnessed the gang attack earlier. The car had taken a beating but the Slayer's main concern was the occupant. Thankfully, the driver was completely unharmed thanks to his Quirk that made his entire body as hard as copper.

The metal-skinned man slowly sat back up after his earlier panic attack and the first thing he saw was a heavily armored, blood-covered man on some kind of motorcycle bristling with weapons next to his car, glaring at him as he clutched a smoking RPG-like weapon. The terrified civilian held up his hands and closed with eyes, shaking like a leaf and nearly on the verge of tears. The Doomslayer stared at him before driving away; the driver watching him leave with both fear and uncertainty.

As Taggart drove across the highway to his next target while putting away his Rocket Launcher, he couldn't help but notice that there was a distinct lack of any police officers or Heroes in his current area. He glanced at the buildings in the distance that all had broken windows and realized the answer to his question. The explosion generated from his destruction of the Steel Sabers nuclear submarine back on I-Island must've thrown the whole city into chaos and the law was too busy trying to clean up the mess. Not only that, but he put many well-known Heroes in the hospital and weakened All Might.

This means that all of this was mostly his fault, much to his chagrin. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the frightened scream of a woman below the highway up ahead.

"NOOOOOOOOOO! PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!" Ippan Josei screamed as tears ran down her cheeks. She was running as fast as she could from three men chasing after her as they laughed sadistically. They were throwing beer bottles at her feet, jeering and hollering as they started to catch up with her. Earlier, Ippan needed to make a quick stop at the ATM but was approached by a trio of seedy-looking hoodlums who started making sexist remarks to her. She tried to ignore them and get back home quickly but when one of them attempted to capture her with a rope Quirk, she made a break for it. And now she found herself being chased through a disused parking lot by psychotics who probably wanted to have their way with her.

"I'LL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT! TAKE MY MONEY!" Ippan pleaded as she fumbled with her purse.

"We don't want your money!" A fat thug with a trench knife laughed as he waved it around.

"WE WANT YOU!" A lanky crook with elongated, triple-jointed arms and almost as tall as Ippan cackled.

Ippan ran past a billboard just as a series of ropes coiled around her body, forcing her into a suggestive bondage pose. "Gotcha, bitch!" The crew-cut thug with the rope Quirk, which made his arms take on a wicker-like texture, yelled as he kicked her right in the stomach. Ippan cried out in pain just as the other two pursuers caught up and forced her up into a kneeling position. The lanky armed thug grabbed her by the scruff of her shirt; tearing it off and exposing her bra as he laughed.

"Check out the knockers on this one, they're bigger than my hands!" The rope thug marveled as he roughly groped Ippan's breasts. The woman wailed hysterically as the rapists continued to laugh horrifically.

"STOP! STOP PLEEEEEEEEAAAAASSSEEEE!" Ippan sobbed.

"Hey, I think she needs a haircut!" The fat thug said as he tossed his trench knife to the lanky thug.

"Yeah! She's got too much!" He agreed as he clutched a fistful of her hair and cut it off with the knife. Josei screamed as the criminals cackled, holding up a wad of her hair for her to see. At this point, Ippan was in hysterics. She was going to be defiled by these men and it seemed no one was coming to help her...not even a Hero.

"Start with her fur next!" The fat one raised a fist in the air.

"Nah, it's too short. We still need her breathing for later." The rope wielder grinned as he dragged his tongue across Ippan's cheek, eliciting a cry of anguish and revulsion from her.

"Guys, wait!" The long-armed offender suddenly exclaimed. "There's more hair...DOWN THERE!" He cut off the bindings around Joesi's legs and spread them, cutting apart her jeans so that he could defile her.

"AAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAH!" Ippan shrieked hysterically as the men laughed louder, taking great pleasure in her distress and panic. Suddenly, something plowed through the nose barrier on the highway above them and the portly thug looked up just in time to see a tank-like vehicle plummed downwards towards him! The Rampart fell right on top of the scumbag, his body exploding from the weight and momentum of the falling assault bike as it spun into a bootleg turn. The impact splashed blood on the startled rapists and Ippan as the vehicle came to a halt, the skid marks creating a bloody trail across the parking lot as debris fell from above.

The Doomslayer turned off the engine and glared at the scene before him. Two crusty pieces of shit were sexually assaulting an abnormally tall, fox-like woman and seeing her torn clothes, ropes tightly wrapped around her, and the tears in her eyes filled the Slayer with rage. If there was one thing he hated just as much as Demons, it was rapists. He stepped off the Rampart and plodded towards them, his heavy footsteps echoing across the lot. The two crooks had no idea who this man was, but Ippan did see the news conference about this Vigilante, who was now covered in red and approaching them with murderous intent. Fresh blood dribbled off the Slayer as VEGA spoke through the suit via tiny, unnoticeable speakers around the small port on his chest.

"/Let the woman go, you have forfeited your right to live./"

Apparently, even the superintelligent AI belived rapists didn't deserve mercy.

"Shit!" The rope thug swore under his breath as he shoved Ippan towards the lanky thug who forced her in front of him, using her as a shield as he wrapped an arm around her waist and held the trench knife up to her throat. The Doomslayer stopped walking and drew his Heavy Assault Rifle; aiming down the Tactical Scope.

"YOU BETTER BACK UP, PAL! OR I'LL CUT HER FUCKIN' THROAT OPEN!" The goon threatened.

"NOOOOOOO! LET ME GO! PLEEEEASEE NOOOOOOO!" Ippan wailed.

"HE'S GONNA KILL HER! HE'S GONNA KILL HER!" The other criminal pointed at them as if to tell the Slayer there was nothing he could do. But he was about to prove these fuckers wrong.

His scope provided him with pinpoint calculations on where he could ricochet his shots and take out the rapists without harming the woman. He was provided multiple options on how to take them out thanks to the telemetry data he was receiving...until he found the ideal target. Flynn snapped his weapon towards a billboard post behind the group and fired. The fifty-caliber bullet ricocheted off the steel post; the munition flying through the air right toward the rapist holding the woman. But instead of hitting him in the head, the trajectory of the bullet went through his groin and safely between the woman's legs that were spread apart. The expended bullet then harmlessly clattered to the pavement near the Slayer.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGHH!" The castrated felon howled in agony as he clutched the bloody spot where his unmentionables used to be while Ippan scrambled out of the way. The Doomslayer fired at the screaming thug but instead of bullets, it was missles from his Micro Missle Mod. The payload hit the bastard square in the chest and propelled him up to the billboard where they exploded, sending bloody chunks of the rapist splattering across the advertisement.

The Boogeyman of Hell slowly turned his head to the remaining thug who, after being stunned at the sudden execution of his friend, noticed the Vigilante and put his hands up.

"I GIVE UP! I GIVE-"

The Slayer swapped out the HAR for his Super Shotgun in an eyeblink and blasted him in half, the upper half of his body sailing through the parking lot before landing into an open dumpster. As the lower half of the inhuman trash he just killed toppled over with its intestines spilling out, the Slayer put away his weapon and glanced up at the bloodstained billboard. It depicted an advertisement of the Medusa Heroine Uwabami's hair spray. He narrowed his eyes in disapproval at the billboard. The Heroes of this world should focus more on upholding the law and protecting the innocent instead of being the poster boy/girl for some horseshit product. He hoped that the I-Island incident was enough to convince them to take their jobs a little more seriously from now on.

He looked at the frightened woman and noticed that she was still tied up; slowly making his way over to her. Josei was still in a state of shock and minor undress; the fact that she had been almost raped and seeing three men be violently dispatched shaking her to the core. The Vigilante drew closer; Ippan could only stare up at him in fright as he reached out to her.

The Slayer undid her bindings, then picked up her torn shirt and handed it to her. Ippan took it and it had dawned upon her that this man, Hero or not, saved her life. Tears spilling down her cheeks, Ippan let out a sob as she sprang up and pulled the Vigilante into a tight hug. She was still on her knees but if she had been standing, she would've towered over him.

"Thank you...!" Ippan cried, burying her face into the crook of his neck as she hugged him harder. She did not care if she was getting blood on herself she was overjoyed that someone came to her rescue. "I-I-I thought no one...w-w-w-was going to help...T-Thank you!" She continued to express her tearful gratitude.

Although the Doomslayer was not one to give hugs or reciprocate anything that would've resembled an embrace, he was nonetheless relieved that she was okay. As much as he wanted to stay and console her, Taggart needed to hunt down the other gangs. He gently placed his hands on Josei's arms and took them off of him, the woman pulling back to regard him with confusion.

"/Madam, you have suffered an emotional shock. Please return to your home, I will anonymously notify a Rape Crisis Center./"

As monotone as it sounded, Taggart liked to believe that VEGA was trying to be as helpful and sympathetic as he could. He turned around and went back over to his Rampart, leaving the woman where she kneeled. Ippan Josei was silent as she watched the Vigilante get back on his motorcycle tank hybrid and drive away with his tires leaving behind a trail of blood. Ippan, still shaken from her experience, was rooted to the spot with the only sounds being a slight breeze and the Vigialnte's motorcycle fading into the city. While there was no room for doubt that Vigilantism was illegal, she was nonetheless thankful for being saved by him and owed her life to him.

Maybe you didn't have to be a licensed Hero to save someone.

To be continued...

I'D BUY THAT FOR A DOLLAR!

Hope you guys enjoyed the Robocop homage. On that subject, you guys can expect plenty of references to comics and movies during the Slayer's hunt for the Villains. And this is only the beginning; a small taste of the unstoppable rampage the Doomslayer will inflict upon Japan's criminal underworld. All of their so-called accomplishments and claims to fame mean nothing when they are up against an eons-old destroyer of Demons.

On the Villain side, I have a huge selection of originals I made even if I don't think they are very clever. The same goes for their Quirks as well. I don't have a big enough imagination as Horikoshi but I'm going to try my best. If there are any Quirks that I made that sound too similar to the ones in canon, please let me know and I'll see if I can come up with something different.

So like I said before in my author's notes, I'll be playing Helldivers 2 a lot so there probably won't be any updates for a while. But make no mistake, I will return someday! Anyway, hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the new arc. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to return to my super destroyer, the SES Judge of Morality, and defend Super Earth from democracy-hating bugs and Kirkland brand Terminators. See ya next time!

Don't forget to review but please don't flame.

One last note, we have recently lost a very important person in our lives. Akira Toriyama, creator of the Dragonball series and the man who changed the anime and manga landscape forever, has passed away at the age of 68. We will all mourn his death but we will never forget the joyous memories he left with us thanks to his stories. May he forever rest in peace.