A/N: With Vigilante Ifrit done I can start on the next story that's been swimming around in my brain. This one has a lighter take and is heavy with lemons. I was inspired to write this after listening to Ham Sandwich's Addicted to Monster Girls. I ask that you go and check him out the man is a genius. I've recently become enamored with writing a story of the MHA characters in medieval times after reading the story "The Monster of UA."Anyway, this will be MHA in a Monster Girl universe so I hope you enjoy it.
The pitch black night sky begins to lighten as the sun starts to rise. The rays of the sun crawl across the land chasing away the source of mankind's most primal of fears; darkness. The rays climb up the side of a small wooden house creeping through the cracks of the shutters and falling across the sleeping face of a young man with thick fluffy green hair. His face was adorned with a smattering of freckles and gentle peach fuzz not yet grown into true facial hair. The boy's eyelids fluttered opening to reveal a pair of emerald orbs.
This boy is Izuku Midoriya son of merchant Hisashi Midoriya and farmwife Inko Midoriya, and holding the title of last living Midoriya. Izuku sat up in bed throwing off the covers and stretching. He was shirtless only having slept in a pair of breeches the night before. He swung his bare feet to the cold wooden floor and stood up. The young man yawned as he went over to a deep bowl and splashed water on his face several times removing the last dregs of sleep from his mind and face. After washing his face with a well-worn cloth he walked over to unbar the shutters and opened them drenching himself in sunlight. The sun was just clearing the horizon as Izuku looked out over the small farm he'd tended since as far back as he could remember.
This farm had been in his family for several generations. It had been tended by his great-grandfather, his grandfather, and his father before he got his license as a merchant after that it had just been him and his mother. His father had died during his travels when Izuku was eight and his mother had passed last year. He was now the sole owner of this farm at sixteen years of age. Izuku grabbed a shirt and threw it on before stepping into his father's boots. He'd outgrown his own shoes a while ago but hadn't quite reached a comfortable fit with his father's boots. A physical reminder he wasn't the man his father was, yet. Izuku plodded to the front removing the thick plank of wood that barred the door and grabbed his tool belt hanging by the there. He was the only thing keeping this farm running. He had to make sure he did his best every day.
As he opened the door Izuku was graced with the smell of the world of earth and wheat the sweet scent of a living world. He was mostly self-sufficient on this farm. The produce he grew was enough to live off of, and since he was the only person living here now he could afford to go to the market and sell any excess. It didn't leave him a lot of money, but it was enough to afford the random minor repair and buy seeds and fertilizer. Izuku moved to the small chicken coup and gathered the eggs before heading back into the house and getting breakfast started. It was a small meal of eggs toast and ale, but it was enough to give him the energy for the day. Once breakfast was done he went to the fields and got to work.
Izuku grabbed his hoe as he entered the field. He sighed as he started on the back-breaking work that would be his life going forward. When he was younger he had imagined going into the city and becoming a knight. He wanted to live a life of adventure and glory. He imagined himself as the hero slaying monsters and rescuing damsels in distress. The world had grown dangerous over the past few years and Izuku thought or dreamed of being the hero to end the monsters and their tirade against humanity. Izuku shook his head. Him being a hero was just a dream and dreams should be kept for when one was asleep.
Now that he was the only one here he should put down his childish delusions and be more practical. He was a man now and though he wasn't the most handsome of the village men he should start looking for a wife. Izuku's farm was situated on the outskirts of a small hamlet. He knew most of the villagers by name in fact when he was younger he'd had a friend among them, but he had gone to the city to become a knight many years ago leaving Izuku by himself. He didn't want to be the last Midoriya on this farm. He shook his head as he worked his mind wandering as his body was given over to muscle memory.
First, it was the corn, and potato fields, and then to the wheat fields. He would be at this from sun up to near sundown. Truthfully Izuku was grateful for the work with something to do all day he didn't have much time to think about his mother's death or the state of the farm. He just had to keep working. His mother had passed due to sickness. She'd always seemed a hearty woman, but managing a farm and a child took its toll. Stress could be as much a death sentence as a broken bone and for Inko Midoriya it had. As he worked Izuku waved to some of the travelers passing on the road. He wondered where they were going or where they had come from.
What had those lucky travelers seen in their travels? Far off lands with all too unique sights? Snowy mountain peak monasteries or raging seas hide treasure beneath their tempestuous waves. All of that and more was within their grasp because they had to freedom to pursue it.
Before he knew it the sun had made its journey across the sky settling on the opposite horizon. Izuku stabbed his hoe into the ground and wiped his forehead of sweat. The late rays of the sun shone upon his bare sweat-drenched chest as he walked back to the farmhouse. "I'll wash off at the well and head to bed." He told himself. It was best to be in the house when night fell, such a time was when monsters became active. Their world was inhabited by monstrous creatures like, Oni, werewolves, and even the undead. No sane person would be out after the sunset lest they be carried off to the demon realm and devoured. It hadn't always been like this he was told in the letters from his father. For several decades monsters had been kept at bay hardly ever harming humanity, but in recent years their attacks have resumed.
Izuku put on a bit more speed even though his body screamed out for less exertion. Before he could reach the well a dull thud rang out from the road behind him. Izuku stopped in his tracks and turned seeing a figure collapsed in the road. Before he knew it he was already walking over to the figure on the ground. Izuku hopped over the fence of his farm and stood near the cloaked person lying in the dirt of the road. Their hand was outstretched looking skeletal the way the skin clung to the bones of their fingers. They seemed to have been using a walking stick to get around that had apparently snapped dropping them to the ground in the process. "A-are you alright?" Izuku asked hesitantly reaching toward the figure.
Something inside Izuku told him to leave the figure alone he'd heard stories of bandits and monsters pretending to be injured victims only to lure people in and attack them. His fingers hovered above the hood of the figure before reaching down and pulling it back. Blonde hair like ragged straw spilled out onto the road around the skeletal face of a man. Izuku fell down on his butt as he looked at the horribly thin man. He could hardly believe that this was a person with how skinny they were. He reached forward letting his fingers hover over the man's mouth. He could feel shallow breaths running across his knuckles. "Dear gods you're still alive!" Izuku shouted quickly grabbing the man and throwing his arm over his shoulder.
Izuku had been prepared for a struggle, but the man was lighter than a bag of flour. "Just hold on I-I'll get you inside." He said as he dragged the mysterious figure into his home. Once inside Izuku barred the door and placed the man in his bed. "I'll get you some water." He said as he grabbed the pitcher from the table and poured the man a glass. "Here drink this slowly." He whispered as he gingerly poured the water into the man's mouth. Izuku watched and waited thinking that the man may have died during his transit into Izuku's home, but then he saw the man's throat move, he was drinking. "That's good just drink a little at a time," Izuku said pouring some more water into his mouth before setting the pitcher aside. The stranger coughed several times as he lay down.
"T-th-thank you." He whispered gently. Izuku just smiled.
"It's not a problem I couldn't just leave you out there to die. It was getting dark if you didn't pass on your own something else would have made your death much more painful. Rest now I'm sure you'll feel better in the morning." Izuku said as he noticed the slow steady rhythm of his guest's breathing. It appeared he had already fallen asleep. Izuku moved to make sure that all the shutters were closed and barred as well as the front door. He put the long thick plank in place before kicking off his boots and making himself comfortable in front of the dark fireplace. It was much too warm for it anyway. The brief instance of excitement had taken what little energy he'd had left from farming. "I'll bathe tomorrow." He said as he slowly began to drift off.
The house was dark when Izuku awoke. He wasn't sure what had woken him up until he heard the creaking of his front door. Izuku shot up looking at his front door creaking in the gentle night breeze. The doorway was lit by moonlight and from where he sat Izuku saw a figure moving away from his home to the nearby woods. Izuku looked at his bed seeing it bereft of his guest. He immediately shot up and moved to the front door. He looked up seeing a large full moon several times bigger than it usually was and its light bathed everything in silver. It was eerie seeing the moon so big and bright. He'd heard stories of men transformed into monsters under its light. If that was true it was all the more reason he should get his frail guest back inside as soon as possible.
He saw his wayward guest about to disappear into the tree line. Izuku rushed out after him his feet pounding the grass as he moved. He saw the figure hobble into the shadows of the trees and Izuku recklessly followed into the darkened woods. He could hear his guest's movements in the underbrush, but no matter how hard Izuku ran he couldn't seem to catch up to him. Izuku started to panic as he ran. Had he missed the man somewhere? Maybe he had fallen and Izuku had missed him in his rush. As Izuku stopped to look around he heard the man's voice. "This way." It was so soft Izuku almost didn't hear it. He turned in the direction of the voice. "Come…come." Izuku hesitantly followed the voice and as he did the darkness of the forest started to be broken by light.
"Closer…come….closer." At this point, it felt as if Izuku was no longer moving under his own power and more as if he was being drawn in. He broke through the trees into a clearing bathed in silver light from above. His mysterious guest was standing across from him on the opposite side of the clearing. His face looked much healthier and his eyes shone a brilliant blue. Gone was the frail man lying in his bed hours ago, now standing before him was someone else. The transformation wasn't physical the man was still thin as a rail, but the way he carried himself spoke of an inner strength unknown to Izuku. "Are you alright sir?" Izuku asked slowly walking forward.
"I am thanks to you. I had been searching for someone like you for a long time now. A kind person who wouldn't hesitate to help anyone that needed it." Izuku cocked his head as he walked forward. What was this man talking about?
"I did what I thought was right I couldn't just leave you the." Izuku took another step and when he entered the halfway point of the clearing the ground lit up with runes unknown to Izuku. They encircled the young farmer as his green eyes widened in shock. A wind blew through the clearing snatching the cloak from his guest and showing that what stood before him was not human. The man had a large pair of tattered wings the color of dark honey sprouting from his back along with a thin forked tail. His legs were those of a goat cloven in nature covered in thick fur the same hue as his wings. "A-a demon!" Izuku shouted rushing back only to hit against the light of the circle he was trapped in.
"Don't be afraid. I'm going to repay your kindness. I'm going to send you to a place that needs a person like you. A place where you will be needed and appreciated for what you can do, and I will stay in your place." The demon said as he raised his hand a bright yellow orb appeared and then shot into Izuku's chest sinking beneath his skin in golden ripples. "Enjoy your new life Izuku Midoriya I know I did." He said before the light of the circle blinded the young man to everything else and he felt the sensation of falling.
The demon watched the portal he opened disappear in a beam of light as he fell to his knees. His wings turned to dust falling away from his body along with his once cloven hooves returning to human feet. The man breathed heavily as he raised himself to his feet. He gave a hiss as his soft flesh was prodded by cockleburs and hidden stones. "I'm human again." He said looking at his hands and no longer feeling the hum of magic through his body. "This is for the best. I could no longer support them. I know Nana must be furious with me, but I know I did the right thing." He said standing up and walking back through the woods towards the Midoriya farm. His breath came in ragged huffs as the branches scratched his skin and his toes bumped into hidden roots nearly tripping in the process.
"Ugh, this was so much easier with magic." He complained as he finally exited the forest back onto the Midoriya property. The once demon sighed in relief as he made it back into the farmhouse closing the door and collapsed into the bed massaging his feet. "So this is my life now." He said to the empty home. He wasn't disappointed if anything he was more relieved than ever. He'd been searching for more than two decades to find a worthy replacement and now he had. When Izuku Midoriya had approached him and shown him kindness he knew that this boy was the one.
While Izuku had slept he'd plumbed the depths of his mind with his magic. He knew that Izuku was an orphan at this point. No relatives to speak of and hardly any presence in the village he was on the outskirts of. The boy's kindness and lack of attachment to all these things made him a perfect choice to replace him.
"Toshinori Yagi. I haven't spoken that name in a long time. I'm sure no one in this world remembers that boy who disappeared on a night much like this, hundreds of years ago. The boy who fell into another world and found himself its protector and the Demon Lord." Toshi chuckled as he looked up at that wonderfully full moon. "You'll go through a lot young Izuku, but I have no doubt you will find yourself upon that throne just as I did." He said as he collapsed into his bed an old man.