Greetings common folk, it is I, the writer with a hundred follows on his story! Truly, I am above you mere mortals. Though I may have found my first weakness in writing... How the hell do you describe hair? Shit, I don't know what some hair styles are called in German, my mother language, needless to say not in English! Please, If any of you know better, DM me and help! This is my form of pa-tr-ion, begging for tips.
Okay, all jokes aside, thank you all for reading so far. I know you liked the previous chapter a lot and I'll try to keep that quality, can't promise I'm not a one-hit wonder though.
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Fire turtle: It would be redundant. Observation Haki is already there with the Sharingan, Armament is there with Nano's and conquerors is present with Killing intent. It may seem like I just add abilities I find cool and that's partially true but I have a recipe to it and giving him powers that fulfill the same purpose wouldn't really be interesting.
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A huge waste of: Dude, if you skip through the entire story, of course it wont be enjoyable. And even if you read all of it normally and still don't like it then this fic just isn't for you. I know that this is still an MHA story and after this chapter and maybe a bit of the next this will actually start to focus more on MHA. Why didn't I just do the MHA things from the start? Well, I wanted to wait until he's a teen at least until he involves himself more with MHA but I still needed to fill the time between with something, something that explains his power and the path he took to get it. Also, I didn't want to put the Hell bits in the middle of MHA and my own non-cannon MHA arcs, would've killed all momentum and suspense. I think you just had different expectations from this incomplete story than everybody else.
Now, the first bit of the chapter will be in a different perspective, I wanted to try and write another character for a longer while, maybe half of this chapter or so, but please don't skip it, they're important I promise!
IMPORTANT!: If anything power-wise doesn't make sense, that's because I haven't have had access to my notes I normally use to look at all the stats, skills and traits. My laptop, what i was previously writing on, is unavailable as of right now. I am currently on a MAC and it fucking sucks ass. It's not like I hate the computer itself, I just need to rewrite as much of the notes as I can remember and don't currently have a lot of useful tools i had on my previous device.
Hope you still like it and I'll keep writing for all o' you!
Ishi walks up the first step of the large golden-yellow stairs that are overlayed by a red carpet when he receives a system message.
The Dimension merge has had an error occur due to the low cost of the merge!
We are terribly sorry!
As compensation, the new residents that have arrived will also be connected to your soul by servitude!
We recommend watching out for demon girls and slayers host.
As always, have fun!
Ishi stops on the stairs, 'What?' He is stunned, who is here? What demon girls? Is the Doom Slayer here? Why him? 'Fuck it, I'll deal with it later, probably wont be a problem until then, they're tied to me anyways.' He shrugs and continues to walk up the stairs.
Meanwhile in the Hell spire tower in Ishi's Ring.
The high tech room of Ishi Midoriya Uchiha is vacant of any life, just dust collecting itself on the furniture. That is until the world itself glitches, the ceiling flickering in lights from all different corners of the color spectrum. A few figures, about ten in total, fall through before the universe corrects itself.
Many groans can be heard, a few deeper and a few higher while some are just flat enough to not stand out. "Where am I?" One calls out, a bit rough.
Another groan can be heard, though not one of pain more one of annoyance. "Of course you're here Zdrada! Is this your fault? I was just winning, that last tower was almost mine!" The first one of the figures to stand is the one talking currently. It's obviously humanoid, more specifically a woman. The girl has white hair, two relatively small horns pocking out of the mass of white. The hair is a bit above shoulder length and straight. The girls is pinching the bridge of her nose, scowling in annoyance.
"Ah shut it Malina." The other one who is slowly standing up waves her hand dismissively. "While it'd be funny to do that, this ain't my doin'." The newly revealed girl chuckles, blowing smoke out of the gaps in her closed sharp teeth. This is Zdrada, as Malina called her and she's the next one to come back from their stupor of the mass of people laying in a pile, and the second one to get out of said pile. It's a pain.
Always with lit cigarette in hand, it's the one and only bitch demon, Zdrada! A short-sleeved red shirt and silver necklace with an equally silver cross dangling of it stand out first. Her hair is as white as all the others here, though styled flowing down her left eye and short on top. With the same horns has her current vocal adversary and a few piercings through the ear and lip, the chronic smoker continues to ramble. "But seriously, where are we?"
"Well, where still in Hell." The next one replies. The only thing she has similar with the others is the hair color and eye color, which is red and weirdly sharingan shaped, just without the Tomoe. She wears a tiara-crown thing with four black spikes extending towards the sky like spires, next to them her two white horns. The hair, as eye-catching as it may be, flows down her back for a bit before cutting off into a bun below her shoulder blades. This is Lucifer, we'll call her Luci though, so we don't confuse the two demons of the same name down here.
She also wears a suit, tie, red undershirt of the same kind that Zdrada and Malina wear and white gloves. She dusts her lap off and readjusts her crown, the accessory having slipped with their fall. "But not a place down here that I know of, I can't even use my magic." she flicks her hand, only a few sad flares spewing out of her covered fingers. Obviously, she was expecting more.
"Not only that, but where also bound to someone, interesting..." Another voice calls out, slightly drowned out by Zdrada and Malina, who continue to banter with each other, they've come to the point that the argument has devolved to 'Fuck you that's why' and 'Choke on a dick, bitch!' but I digress. The new voice, cleaner but intimidating none the less is owned by a lady with a red suit, similar to Luci's with the difference in not only color but also in design. Small metal fly designs adorn her wrists and act like buttons for the red undershirt showing below her equally crimson coat.
Said coat ends in two fly like wings, making it look like the passive state of the insects tool it uses to achieve flight. Her also white horns split up her short styled and sectioned off hair, adorned by small spike accessories. Her smirk does not fade but it does waver at Luci's growl. "Why are you out here, Beelzebub?"
She shrugs in response, uncaring. She's liking the fresh air and, if Luci can't use her magic then she won't worry about the consequences right now. "I have no clue dear Luci."
Luci glares even harder, wishing she could magic the fucking fly away into the void right now. Sadly, circumstances do not permit her the privilege and she has to settle for a glaring match. The next one on the list of demon girls is the one who is probably too tired to deal with this, scratch that, she definitely is. "I'll be using the couch. Luci, I'm not doing another quadruple all-nighter for the next century." Pandemonica the Sadistic demon, or commonly known as the tired demon is the secretary of Hell and is dressed for the job with the secretary get-up, black straight suit with the badge and clipboard.
Her horns are black and her white hair is fluffed up. Her stiff posture crumbles at Luci's passive nod as she lays down and falls asleep on the very comfortable couch.
"Yo, is she good?" The girl standing in the corner, watching the two argument unfold asks. It's the awesome demon, Justice, sunglasses and shoulder-worn suit coat all here. Her hair is the shortest of the bunch and is styled backwards into a bun held together by a red band. She wears gloves with metal inserts and a plate proclaiming 'HPJ', which stands for 'High Prosecutor Justice'.
She's pointing at Pandemonica with her gloved finger while eating out of magically appearing popcorn. "I do think she will be fine. By the way, where did you get that?" Another voice, more proper and stiff asks her.
Justice shrugs. "Found it in a fridge."
The new demon sighs. This is the current high prosecutor of hell, replacing the previous one, Justice, after her battle with the very same demon Luci is arguing with resulted in her blindness, Judgement. She would be the most different of the bunch, charcoal black skin and white ringed eyes, together with the freely flowing white hair and ripped suit-jacket exposing her stomach build an intimidating frame. Her metal arm guards with attached batons act as her weaponry with a set of metal chains attached to a pentagram insignia, hanging off the belt on her shorts as a back-up.
The normally loud and boisterous Judgement just got off of work when she was pulled here but her grand smile remains, she may be less radiant but she is still a proud woman. "Why was popcorn in the fridge?"
Justice shrugs. "Whoever lives here is just a weirdo I guess." She digs out another piece and chomps down on it, the crunch resonating throughout the room. It's drowned out by the other noise of the room, just like they both are. Judgement knows she could end this but can't be bothered, she's to exhausted, some pale old guy was insistent that he belonged in heaven. "But it does taste good."
Judgement sighs. "That is fortunate Justice." It's her way of saying 'cool'.
On the other side of the room the rest of the demons have congregated together to admire the only non-demon here. "Angel, you must be restrained!" Three identical and smaller girls jump another girl. The three are the Cerberus, all with spiked tails and fluffy white ears on their heads instead of horns. All of them with wide open eyes and bright grins have pounced their next victim.
The 'Angel' is Azazel, a determined researcher originating from heaven, white halo, black hair, light blue eyes and white ribbon tying the hair into a bun. Her suit is white and short-sleeved with golden-yellow linings all around. The Cerberus have tried to grapple her but they keep getting in the way of each other, hooking their limbs wrong. This continues until Azazel just maneuvered her way out before muttering while writing on her notepad, "Interesting, they seem to have trapped themselves."
"We beg for mercy." "Save us!" "We require assistance!" The three shout, their high pitched voices more childlike than even the innocent Angels and all of them tied together like pretzel.
"Are you having sex?" You can guess who said that. Modeus, the lustful demon watches the triplets with wide and attention-filled eyes. Her fluffy and puffy hair is surrounded by small floating hearts at the top while her pupil is replaced with a glowing hear also. Instead of the undershirt most of them wear, she wears a turtleneck sweater. She likes how cozy it makes her feel.
In short, the entire room was bathed in chaos as soon as they all arrived.
Three hours later...
"Shut it, Beel." Judgement bops the fly demon on the head, then continuing her patrol around the group of her friends. She and justice, as ordered by Luci, have gathered all of them in a circle, everyone except for the high prosecutors, current and past, sitting on their shins.
"Are you all finally done now?" Luci asks the group, the only other one to stand and the only other one truly annoyed. She looks at Azazel. "First order of business to discuss, the Angel." she glares at the heavenly being.
Azazel holds up her hand in surrender. "I went to hell for research but wound up here while I was observing some kind of large boar creature eating a corpse." She rambles out. The Angel has yet to stop writing or looking over her notes.
Luci sighs, it's not like she really has anything against her. She doesn't really care about heaven, they don't interact much with each other so having an Angel with them will just spice things up if nothing else. "Fine, you can stay." Luci then claps her hands together, denoting this as an important announcement. "Now, do any of you know why we are here?"
...
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Nobody says anything. Malina, still annoyed as always at seemingly everything, speaks up. "Can we just stay here for a while? I like the console, good games." Yes, before Luci's prosecutors herded everybody up Malina was playing on the gaming device that is connected to the very good TV while sitting on the bean bag.
Luci shakes her head. "No, we can't just let Hell go to shit."
Malina shrugs. "Do you know how to get back?"
Luci raises her voice slightly, Malina is getting on her nerves again. "We can at least look around!"
At that point the Cerberus speak up. "Just deadlands outside." "Nothing interesting!" "Nothing to play with..." The last one sounds dejected.
"See?" Malina says, using the interjection of Cerberus for her argument.
Luci rubs her eyes, they can't really do anything right now, can they? Well, until she figures out how to get their magic back up and running. "Ffffffine, just don't destroy anything. This place looks expensive and I don't want to battle another demon."
Malina stands up and so does everybody else, Zdrada leaving the room with a comment. "Finally. I'll be smoking outside. This place doesn't have our vents yet." Yeah, they need vents in every building she visits, she generates a lot of smoke.
The others use the couch to converse, the console for party games that Malina barely let anybody share or they just explore the large living room. Luci decided to have a talk with Beel to ensure her cooperation. It didn't end well, Beel said she'd 'play along as long as it's interesting', which is not the guarantee the queen was searching for. Then there's still that link with their soul... who are they?
Ishi is already done with these fuckers. Electric eels tried to jump at him from a pool of water that opened up below him. Electric eels. He get's the theming Vox is going for but why would you make a trap so volatile and breakable. The wall Velvette pointed him towards revealed a staircase that was connected to every floor an he used it to get where he is currently, in front of the living quarters of the three Vee's.
Vox has probably already seen him, he saw in Velvette's memories that the guy can jump into and control electricity, so it's reasonable to assume that they're both waiting for him behind there. Ishi takes out Rivers Of Blood in his right hand and swings it once, actually receiving a system notification for that.
Due to using more than one weapon, a skill has been awarded!
[Weapons Mastery] Level 25/100 [EXP 0/55.000]
"An elegant weapon from a more civilized time."
-Obi Wan Kenobi
This skill denotes the skill of handling weapons. Due to your heritage (Madara) you have already acquired decent inert skill in handling weaponry.
Ishi immediately correct his grip and posture, assuming a better stance for wielding the Katana while keeping one hand free for his diverse set of skills. He loosely holds the legendary sanguine blade in his right hand to his side while using his unnatural power to keep his grip strong, his left hand will be the primary combatant, using magic and Metal Serpent strikes to overwhelm the opponent while using bladework to keep them on their toes.
Ishi then walks up to the wall with a small button on it's side and presses it. Ishi's Sharingan immediately sees the bullets that fly towards him. He has enough time to use a flicker towards the back end of the room, where he heard the gunshots. A random grunt Imp, standing behind the counter of the bar of this place, who is now next to Ishi, is immediately beheaded by the Rivers of Blood. The gun of the attacker clatters to the ground as his body collapses, lifeless.
+1.500 EXP
Ishi smirks as he turns to the grunt on his left to plunge his fist into the Imps chest, killing him instantly due to his organs exploding from the force of his strike.
+1.550 EXP
Your [Class] has leveled up!
Ishi hears another set of gunshots behind him and he rolls behind the bar, the attackers bullets showering him with glass of broken and shattered bottles. Ishi grits his teeth as he covers his entire body in Nano's, his skin taking on a gray color, as if it was made of ash. He then jumps up from the counter, eating the bullets that the demons that where waiting next to the wall he came from where shooting at him.
He ducks below the first Imps outstretched arm, holding his gun and he slashes at the demons torso, bisecting him. The EXP keeps flowing from these meat bags. It's sad, really, these are his subjects and he has to kill them. But they made a choice and, as adults, are responsible for their actions. Ishi then deactivates his armor as he cuts the gun of the last attacker in half before doing the same to the mans head.
"Well, does anybody care to try their luck?" He asks the seemingly empty room. "I did expect that the Overlords would show themselves, not hide behind their minions." Ishi sighs as he spins his Katana with his wrist dismissively. "I have things to do, so I'll be seeing you in just a bit." He looks at the camera on the wall before searching for, and finding, the souls of Vox and Valentino before flickering to their current location.
They where just one floor above them, looking at a little cubby with a lot of monitors displaying the room he was in. The room itself has tow of the walls made completely of glass with a fireplace on one of the two other walls, surrounded by a U-shaped couch, where Valentino is smoking the very long cigar.
Ishi, standing in front of a clear space of the room, behind him the city light gleaming through the panorama windows. "I'm here to talk."
Valentino doesn't stand up, only looking over his shoulder behind him to look at Ishi. Vox on the other hand turns away from his monitors to look at Ishi with an annoyed expression, his voice glitching as he talks angrily. "Y-Y-Y-You have not r-r-right to make demands!"
Ishi chuckles while he walks towards the TV demon, nodding at the surprisingly chill Valentino. Guess he doesn't really care. Ishi is not at arms length of the TV demon. "Quite the contrary, I am the only one in a position to make demands." He summons his chain around Vox's neck to cement that fact. "You will be showing advertisement that help my public image and, from now on, you'll be 'sponsored' by me."
Vox is in no position to resist, all his power is inaccessible to him currently. Ishi then turns to Valentino. "You just treat your employees better." He then shrugs. "Or don't. I don't really care what you do." He like Angel Dust but that spider demon needs to overcome Valentino for character development, it'll do them both good. Well, he doesn't care if it does Valentino any good but regardless.
Ishi nods at them both. "Good talk. Bye." Glad that this is all over, he returns to his own circle of hell in a flash, arriving in the red fields. Ishi thinks this was a good first incursion into Hazbin Hell, he'll call it. He did enough for him to let them stew on it and he secured himself with the major players. Yes, now he only needs to find this 'Slayer' and kill him. He does not want whoever that is to roam his place. He tries to feel for a new connection but, aside from- from ten new ones, that feel like that of demons and one angel, he can only feel a faint one.
This eleventh one is so faint that he can only just locate the guy, somewhere in the blood swamps. Ishi doubts he can control the man with his soul powers. Why is is such a faint control?
Because this is no demon, he is but a man.
Ishi nods, another problem to solve. As Ishi walks toward the Swamps he thinks about the other connections he felt. Ishi feels that somewhere those numbers feel familiar but his memory of his past life is muddy at best, he has a notebook with all of MHA and a few footnotes of other major franchise in the secret compartment at his overworld home but other than that?
It's been almost twelve years, it's so long ago that he cannot remember his friends faces. So, these connections are probably from some game or series he's probably played at some point. Ish sighs, he'll find out soon. He can't be bothered to look for their position right now, it's been a long day and now he's finishing it off by most likely killing the Doom Slayer.
Ishi groans in annoyance at that thought, isn't the guy capable of killing God? Wait, he did kill god, both of them in fact. How is he supposed to kill that guy? Reasoning isn't an option, Ishi is the king of demons after all.
Do not worry host, The Slayer has been cut off from his dimension, severing him from the power of the dark lord. It is surprising that he is even awake right now.
Good, he got the system to confirm that it's the slayer. "Get fucked."
I do not regret taking your HP for your awakening.
"Ah, suck a dick." His mood has been brightened with that banter. Ishi approaches the first few hints of the white-gray rock that denotes the Blood Swamps when his Sharingan picks up a figure sprinting in his direction. "Ahh, yes. He probably sensed me." He does not know how but the Slayer probably felt his demonic presence.
Ishi slowly starts to her the heavy stomps of the boots of the Slayer as cracks his knuckles, using a sword would just be stupid, the guy would snap it in half. Ishi can finally see the Slayer as he is within a couple dozen meters of him, the DOOM Eternal Preater suit showing itself to him. 'Ah, so this is the Slayer form Eternal. I do hope he hasn't obtained the curi-'
The handle of the Crucible slides into the Slayers grip and lights up, showing the world it's red, glowing and rune-inscribed blade. "Ahh, fuck." Ishi prepares Metal Serpents in both his hands while also coating them in his Black Flame, he plans to kill this god-like being after all, even if most of his power is gone and he is weakening by the second.
Ishi powers his Sharingan with even more MP, he's going to want to copy the fighting style and muscle memory of the man who endlessly and eternally fights Hellspawn with cruel efficiency. When the slayer is only a few steps away from Ishi he can feel the sheer anger radiating off the man, his unending rage and power is intimidating to say the least but Ishi keeps his composure, he is King of Hell and a fucking Uchiha, which is still so fucking cool.
With one powerful step, the Doom Slayer dashes forward on a trajectory to pass by Ishi by only a few inches, his Crucible ready to split him in half. Ishi's Sharingan sees through the ploy, feeding Ishi a slowed feed of the slayers plan through the mad mans mind. It's pretty easy to get into the slayers head but the sheer anger dominating the Slayers mind is not making it easy to concentrate while trying to predict movement.
Nonetheless, Ishi ducks below the blade, the Slayer now next to him, then blocks the incoming armored knee with his forearm. It's a pretty strong attack, making his right arm tremble in shock and pain. His Sharingan spins as he rises from his crouched position with his left fist, complete with Black Flame and Metal Serpent, buried in the Slayers abdomen.
Ishi grunts in pain as the sheer power needed to surpass the armor and do damage to the Slayers insides via shockwaves and kinetic force is immense, his finger bones would be shattered where it not for the way his HP works. The Demon killer is launched back up to a standing position, if not leaned back a bit from the shock of the hit, a trail of black flame denoting the path his abdomen took.
He then let's out a grunt, probably gritting his teeth in anger as the Slayer goes in for a left hook, aimed for Ishi's face. Ishi's black hair flows in the wind smoothly as he dodges it by leaning forward and going for his own set of punches to the Slayers already damaged chest armor. One, then two, then three punches before the Slayer reacts and catches Ishi's arm that was going for his chin.
Ishi's eyes widen in shock.
STOMACH- Killhim- Spill his bloo-
He managed to make out that his chest and stomach area was in danger and he twists it to the left, creating an awkward angle for his still and caught arm, almost breaking it. It was not enough to completely dodge the Crucible that was aimed at his heart but it was enough to redirect it into his shoulder. His left arm ceases to respond to his commands but it is still attached.
His hand was still near the Slayers head, however caught it may be and he tries to light a black flame whirlwind to consume the mans head and neck. But the new pain of the hand, the Slayer uses to keep his right arm still, shooting out a blade of it's own out of some side attachment and stabbing through the middle of his forearm.
It's a good thing the Slayer seems to not have his weapons as he probably would've blown Ishi's brains out with the Super Shotgun at close range. Ishi cannot even flicker away to escape this situation, apparently he cannot do so while an enemy is holding him still. If he bit down any stronger, he'd crush his teeth in pain. He tries to think of ways to get out of this, Chronomancy already had an abysmal cost when using it on the couch back at the Imp's apartment, so he wont dare use it on a limb of his or his entire body. Both out of fear of what happens to an organic being when rewinding time at level 1 and because he'd rather fight the Doom Slayer at long range.
He tries to perform Umbramancy, summoning a spike below the Slayer but the pain of another twist of his wrist makes the material shadow flake away, the Slayer apparently noticed him. 'Fuck, how do I get out of this?' Only two seconds had passed since the Slayer stabbed his arm but that was already too long for the man as he starts to move the Crucible in Ishi's shoulder upward.
Host, I recommend trying to remove the blade before it cuts off your arm. We did not expect the Slayer to keep it. The pure energy contained in that Crucible will not let that arm regenerate, even through your HP. Had you prepared a bit more for this encounter and had not been so arro-
'Shut up. I gotta figure this out.' But he knows, there is no way out of this. He grits his teeth and takes a sharp breath. 'I hope Gacha will get me a replacement.' He let's out as much of his black flame as he can from the caught arm with no control, burning his appendage also. While the Slayer let's go of his hand he summons a spike right below his head with his now free hand. It's a lot of MP but he needs to finish this now.
This entire fight was an unprepared train-wreck, which becomes more evident as the Slayer, almost as if to spite him before he dies, finishes slashing his arm off. For a second, it is simply the lack of feeling in that region, then it is agony. He does not need to treat his wound, the stump is already closing, his now incredibly low HP already healing it. He sees the helmet of the Slayer get pierced by his spear all the way through to the top. his head staying still while his body dangles a few feet in the air.
He falls to the floor. "FUCK!" He yells, this surpasses everything. While it is probably not as bad as loosing his limb as a normal person, this is another kind of bad. He can feel, in real time, the nerves and muscles reform as best as they can. They stop right before reaching his bicep. "I- ugh- I need to lay down." He falls to the floor. He cringes from the pain before he lays down onto a pool of his own blood.
He just wants to get home.
Zdrada thought it'd be nice to have this quiet place to smoke. She walked over some chasm before exiting the wall that was around this place. "Some high profile fuckers live here." She mumbles to herself, chiefing another cigarette. Now she's leaning on the wall next to the entrance to this place, smoking and passing time.
Despite how she acts, Zdrada likes the quiet. Not everything needs to be chaotic all the time.
ZOOM
Without warning, the dust in front of her is pushed away as a figure teleports in front of her with a red flash. She likes the quiet yes, but she is still the bitch demon, so being confrontative is her thing. "Who the fuck are you?"
The figure, revealing himself to be a tall and handsome guy with- with one arm? Yes, the four weird wings where eye catching but he's missing an arm. She was born and raised in Hell, more limbs where common even amongst the wildlife but missing one was less common, most regenerate down there. "Why-Wh- No, not doing this right now. This is my home- No, this is my entire fucking realm so I command you fuck off." His eyes turn red with an orbiting comma each.
Zdrada is not easily intimidated though and retorts almost immediately. "Well, make me then big shot!"
His face, twisted in remnants of pain as it is, only becomes annoyed. "I hope you know what you got yourself into." He goes on tho mutter something about 'Why Helltaker?' and 'Please let her be the only one'. Then he holds out his hand, the only one remaining, and summons a chain around her neck.
She smirks, pissing him off is really fun. "Oooooh~ Kinky." She smirks as she is dragged along the man.
"Shut up." A plate of Iron covers her mouth, just as red and translucent as the chain.
She smirks. 'He's fun.'
Chapter end for now! I don't know when the next chapter will come, because of the MAC situation and all. Anyway, next chapter:
Ishi meets the Helltaker cast.
Ishi returns to the overworld.
UA start!