Welcome one and all to chapter 1 of Dreams of Revival, the hopefully last time I shall restart this fic. I'm pretty sure since I got a good rhythm going on with this... I did some research, named the gods I wanted and I have a goal (thank you me for watching fullmetal alchemist brotherhood)

Anyway! i hope you all enjoy the first chapter! Please leave me a review and a comment!

We're always free to choose.

"You there…" Green eyes blink, before a head looks up looking the room that she had been been scrubbing away. They narrow in confusion when they didn't see anyone or anything, but before they could go back to what they were doing the voice calls out once more, "its alright, young lady, you aren't going insane...at least not yet,"

Turning her gaze, she frowns at the source of the voice. Sitting on the table was a flask, filled with black ooze that bubble and gurgle, "Oh...its you,"

"Well now, not even a little bit surprise?"

The woman shrug her shoulders, clutching tightly to the mop that she had been using, "What do I get for acting surprise? Anyway, I knew that you were possibly something more than just some pile of goo," she looked down at her arm, wrapped in bandages, "Master did use my blood to summon you from Yvulla's realm,"

The ooze was silent for a bit, before it chuckles, "Why aren't you a curious little thing. Showing no fear! You do know that those summon from Yvulla's realm… they aren't very nice"

"Of course I know that," the woman places her hand on her hip, "She is known as the Goddess of Darkness, Desires and Truth for a reason! Those who gain her ire are punished… terribly so," she looks down at the flask, "But you already know that…" she scratches the back of her neck, coughing slightly, "But Master has told us that you wouldn't be any threat to us… if your flask was broken, you shall return to the Dark Puddles once more,"

To believe what we want to believe.

"You are right on that I suppose… you are safe out there, while I am trapped in here," The ooze crawled up for a bit, before sliding back down, "Tell me… may I have the name of the woman whose blood summon me from my torment?"

"I'm number 9," she responded, tiling her head as she walked closer to the desk.

"Not your number, I want to know your name!"

"I'm a slave. I don't have one," 9 replied, brushing a lock of her green hair out of her face, "Now if you're done I really need to get back to work so I can get my Master's office clean before he gets back,"

"A slave huh… you mean a person without any rights or freedom? Someone trafficked and deeded as a possession?" before 9 could open her mouth the goo scoffs, "To think that your blood is what called me from the darkness of my torture… what a pity,"

"What do you mean by that?" 9 snapped, glaring down at the being.

But when you step back

"What I mean… is that you are powerful my dear… very powerful… it wasn't your blood that called me, but the mana that is in your blood… that is what called to me… it was so bright… lighting the way up out of Yvulla's clutches and freeing me from her grasp," 9 could tell that if the ooze had shoulders that it could use, it would be shrugging, "I just think its a pity that someone so powerful, is just a measly slave,"

"Hey!" 9 snaps clutching tightly to the mop to stop herself from swinging it at the flask and shattering, "Its not like I asked to be a slave! I was born a slave!"

When you really look at where you've been.

"Well… that is true…" the ooze mutters, "But someone who brought me back to the mortal world… well they should have a name! Number 9 won't just cut it," she frowns as he hums, his very being seem to bubble in excitement, "I know! Perenelle Cleopatra! That's a noble sounding name,"

Number 9's face scrunches up, "What kind of name is that? Its too long!" she exclaims, before she grimaces, looking at the doorway in fear that her Master would be coming and scold her for lazing around and not doing what she was told.

"Huh? Oh yes… being a slave means you aren't very smart, aren't you. Maybe we shouldn't put too many syllables in it," the ooze replies, more to himself but 9 hisses in anger, "Ah! I know! Inko! Inko Hypatia,"

The woman blinks, sounding out the name before she smiles, "Inko… Inko Hypatia...I think I can remember that," she smiles brightly at the ooze, "Thank you so much," she then looks around warily, "Though I better get back to my work…"

And the things you done.

"Your slave work… don't you even want your freedom?" Inko blinks, turning her towards the ooze, "Are you going to live out the rest of your life as a slave, without the rights of a real human being… in that case, you're no different from me, trapped inside this flask," Inko's eyes went wide at this, and she frowns, looking down as she grips the mop so tight in her hands that her knuckles turn white, "Let me teach you, Inko Hypatia,"

Your past will come.

Inko looked up, her green eyes shining in determination, as she once more walked closer to the desk, "Hey...what are you… who are you… what do I call you?" she watches as the ooze bubbles, before forming into something that resemble a human torso with elongated arms while its lower half seem to melt into the puddle of ooze. It brings its head up, revealing a ghoulish, human-like face that sported a gaping mouth and two indentations in the place of eyes. Inko shivers, but holds herself back from stepping away, holding her ground even as her heart beat in rapidly in her chest.

"Well my dear Inko, I gave up my name years ago, after my dear brother sided with those who thought using magic was evil. But you… well you can call me All For One~"

To devour you.

June 18, XX73

Jerking up as thunder roars in her ears, Izuku Midoriya places a hand on her chest and takes a deep breath. Her heart pounded as she looked around, finding herself in her office at her job. Rubbing her face in annoyance, Izuku looks down at the grinning demon staring right back at her from the page she had drew him on. "Well at least I got you done, little guy," she covers her mouth as a yawn escapes from her, "and only eight hundred more frames to go," she huffs, placing her chin upon her hand, "That's the last time I bring my drawing pad to school…or at least leave it out in the open for Kaachan to find,"

"Not all people are born equal," Izuku though as she stood up from her chair, and brought her arms over her head for a stretch, "and I learn that when I was four years old, when it was discovered that I had a shiverled Mana Sac,"

A Mana Sac, was an organ in a being's body. From humans to magical creatures both sentient and non sentient they had this organ attached to their heart, pumping mana through their veins, allowing them to use magic. Izuku had one as well, except hers was shriveled, like that of a raisin, only pumping enough to keep her alive but not enough to use magic… making her Magicless… and killing her dreams of becoming a Mage like All Might.

Izuku couldn't help the smile that grew on her face at the thought of her idol. Age unknown, name unknown, really anything about him before he became a Mage was truly unknown. All Might, the number one Mage in Tython, the Head Mage of the Mage Order and better known as the Symbol of Peace. He was so powerful that using a gust of wind magic could change the weather in seconds. And ever since his debut, crimes in the many kingdoms of Tython have gone down rapidly. Izuku saw him as the perfect example of a mage, and she wasn't the only one.

Her hand went to her shoulder and Izuku couldn't help but grimace. Katsuki Bakugou, the prince of Musutafu and her former friend, now turn bully. He too idolizes All Might, but he wanted to be better than All Might, ever since he gained access to his Signature Magic, Explosion. Gaining a Signature Magic was much cooler and even better than gaining access to your Family Magic. It meant that your magic was much stronger, so strong that it took the two Families Magic from both parents and combined into one new magic. Bakugou's Signature Magic was Explosions, allowing him to make them in the palm of his hands. It meant that he was sure in to get into UA University, with it Mage Courses being the best in all the country. It was no surprise that he planned on going there.

Unfortunately, their home room teacher had decided to rat out how Izuku planned on going to Coruscant for a knight apprenticeship. The young prince had taken great offense, for not only ignoring their own Kingdom's knight apprenticeships, not even bothering with the knowledge that his mother would barred her from it, but also the fact that Izuku would even try. That someone magicless would try to find a way to stand equal to him. So he had told her, while destroying the book that she had held all the frames she had already work on into ashes to not even try that not even knights would want someone as useless as her and that she was better off jumping off the school roof and pray for magic in the next life. He than when Izuku tried to snap at him for telling her that, gave her a burn on her shoulder in warning.

"I don't even know why I try," Izuku thought sadly to herself. She jumps a little, when a loud ring reached her ears and she quickly picks up her slightly battered phone, "Moshi, moshi!"

"Izuku, why haven't you come back to the tavern yet?"

Izuku sighs, slipping back into her chair, "Evening Linda, how was your day?" She chuckles a bit, leaning into her seat, "and the reason? Our darling prince burn my sketch book with all my completed frames so I got to start all over, which is going to take me all night,"

"Izuku, when I said you could take Mister Arch's offer, I thought we were in agreement that you don't stay overnight." Izuku grimaces, haunching in on herself, and tapping her fingers against the paper, "Izuku?"

"I'm alright Linda… it's just that I got to get these done tonight. If I don't we'll be behind schedule… listen I know you don't like the thought of me staying at the studio after hours, neither do I. But I promise I'll be safe," Izuku sat up a bit, and grabs her donut, taking a bite out of it, quickly swallowing before she continues, "Once morning is done, I'll come straight back. It's a Sunday so I have the day off from school as well," she rubs her face, forcing back the yawn that wanted to escape from her, "I just… really don't want to lose this job, Linda… especially since it's letting me pay you back for everything you did for me,"

"And how many times have I told you that you don't need to pay me back," Linda's voice gently chided her, "I took you in because I wanted to and no one seem to want to step up and take care of eight year properly," Izuku smiles, having to hold back the urge to snort as Linda began to curse about irresponsible adults leaving an eight year old to fend for herself. She then blinks as she hears Linda sigh, "Alright...I know how important this gig is for you… and against my better judgment I won't force you to come back. But!" she stops Izuku from speaking, making the girl almost drop her phone, "If you are not back at the tavern at seven oclock I'm going to the Mages, you got it?"

Izuku at this couldn't hold in her laughter, "I got it Linda!" she swallows, gripping the phone in her hand, "Thank you… I'll see you tomorrow, promise," placing her phone down, Izuku sighs and looks at the picture of the smiling demon, "Though… no way I'm getting through tonight without some coffee. Probably some downstairs," pushing her chair back, Izuku stood up once more, "Time for a little adventure,"

Stepping out of the office that she was given during the first few… incidents she had after she started working at Archgate Studios. While lots of the people were nice, all of them sharing the same love for the Bendy cartoon show, there were others that didn't like the fact that someone like her, who could use magic… was so important. "Like its my fault that I can draw Bendy like how he use to be before Mister Drew fired Henry Stein," she huffs, shaking her head in annoyance. It was just bad enough that she was use to this sort of treatment...as if it was wrong to be able to stand on her own two feet, to keep her head up even after years of abuse from society. "It grew worse after… after mom left," her heart twinged in pain and she took a deep breath to calm herself. She did not need to break down in tears… again.

"But it has been eight years," Izuku thought sadly, jumping a bit as the light over her head flicker a bit before she carried on. Walking past the picture of her boss, Nathan Arch, Izuku turns the corner, frowning when she noticed the flashing red light, "Wonder what that is all about?" she whispers to herself before pushing on, picking up the place. Izuku growls under her breath as she grabs the doorknob of the animator office and tries to turn it but it wouldn't budge, "Really? They lock me in?" shoulders slumping she rolls her neck a bit, "Good thing I bought my own key today,"

Turning back around, she headed back towards her office but lets out a little scream at the Bendy cutout that was now standing in front of the portrait, "Who put that there?!" Izuku rasps, eyes wide as she clutches her blue sweater tightly in her hands. She looks around, wondering if anyone was actually here inside the building, "if this is some kind of joke… it's not really funny!" She calls out, receiving no answer.

Sighing, Izuku rubs her hand through her green curls, "You're losing it Izuku…probably just an infestation of pixies messing with you," with a shake of her head, Izuku carries on, snatching her keys off her desk and heading straight back to the door, the rain splattering harder against the windows. It was when she opens the door, that Izuku swallows nervously, "Not the most welcoming hallway I've ever seen,"

Pushing forward, Izuku strolls down the darken hallway, passing the recording studio, the music department and the break room when she stumbles to a halt as the sound of a creaking door opening reach her ears. "Hello?" She calls out once more, even though Izuku was praying that it was just pixies. She passes a mop bucket which stood over a large puddle and quickly pushes the button of the elevator. "Why can't this thing be faster?" Izuku whispers as she waits for the elevator doors to open, hearing it slowly creak up. She taps her foot impatiently, looking around nervously before she all but dives inside, quickly smashing the button as she does so to go down.

Leaning against the wall, Izuku takes a deep breath… and then screams as a hand stops the doors from shutting close. She then grimaces, as Wilson, the janitor, pokes his head through the gap, "Izuku," he wheezes, forcing the doors apart.

Izuku had to force herself from scrunching her face up at the sight of the man. He was one of the main reasons why she was given her own office. The man was just… creepy and Izuku didn't mean that in a mean way... he just… the way he loomed over the animators shoulders, his harsh breathing in their ears… but after he had watched Izuku draw he had began to feel...even more creepy… dangerous even. Izuku knew that she and many others had complained to Mister Arch about him but besides a few scoldings and Izuku gaining her own little office, Wilson still had his job. He was after all Mister Arch's son.

"So, I really don't like the fact that I'm alone with him now!" swallowing Izuku gave him a small nervous smile, "Wilson. You scared me to death,"

"I'm sorry, my dear," Wilson nodded his apologetically, "Didn't mean to frighten you. You're working late tonight," he smiles with a tilt of his head, "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be wandering around all by yourself! Mind if I," he takes a deep breath, wheezing his words, "step in?"

Izuku wished she had an excuse to tell him no, but the Gods were not on her side so she shook her head, "Uh… uh course not,"

"Thank you, Izuku," Izuku presses herself in the corner of the elevator as Wilson limps inside, "You look like you could use a little… company," at this, Izuku couldn't help but shudder at the way he looked at her, and wonder to herself if she would have to use some of the lessons Linda gave her to protect herself if Wilson decided to be violent with her. She didn't look at him directly, and didn't speak to him, but Izuku kept Wilson in the corner of her eyes as the elevator shook in place, slowly moving towards the lower levels.

She frowns though as Wilson leans over a bit, coughing so hard she was surprise that he wasn't coughing up a lung. Before Izuku could ask him if he was alright, a red light blinded her a bit as the elevator screeches to a halt. "What was that?" Izuku asked, catching herself before she fell forward, "Please tell me we are not trapped in here,"

Wilson shakes his head, "Don't you worry my dear. Its just a little short in the system," he looks up at the flashing red light as an alarm blared loudly in their ears, "Happening a lot these past few days," he presses a button, both the light and alarm turning off and the doors opening wide, revealing a dark room, "Don't need to fret... lets see what we can find," he gestures her to follow him, "Come along, old Wilson will protect you,"

"I think the only thing I need protecting from, is you," Izuku thought to herself as she follows Wilson out of the elevator, "Damn it Kaachan… why did you have to destroy my frames…" she stood awkwardly away from Wilson as he mess with the fuse box, blinking as lights suddenly turned on, "Wait… is that Joey Drew?" she asked staring at the bust of the Founder of Joey Drew Studios himself.

"Indeed," Wilson said as he steps away from the fuse box, "After my father gain the rights of the cartoon, he gain all of this stuff as well. Instead of keeping in storage to collect dust like Mister Drew did… he decided to create a sort of… memorial for his old friend," he coughs into his hand, making Izuku jump a bit, "Follow me now… we have a few more switches to pull," he wheezes as he trudges into the room, "It will be perfectly safe,"

Izuku nodded her head but she was too amazed at all the stuff that was on display in the room. "All this stuff… its from the old studio right?" she asked, pushing away her fear of Wilson as she stares at the tickets of the failed Bendyland in the case.

"That's right," Wilson grins, "All of this stuff, to the music director's old banjo to the very ink that they use to draw with. Almost each and every item here came from the old studio…" he wheezes walking deeper inside the exhibit. Izuku follows, but more slowly as she drifted around. She stops at the plague that stood proudly on the wall, describing Joey Drew.

Joey Drew

XX01-XX71

Joey Drew was the founder of the studio and the man who created the Bendy Cartoon Show, one of the most beloved cartoons of all time. In XX29 with the help of his best friend and business partner, Henry Stein, he created Bendy's first short "Little Devil Darlin" as an old 'talkie" shows like those of the XX00. As his entertainment legacy grew over the years, Joey's optimism and pioneering spirit never wavered. Starting with just a pencil and a dream he created this studio. Here at Archgate Pictures we strive to continue his dream and see Bendy live on.

Dreams come true.

"He passed away two years ago," Izuku blinks at this. She knew that Mister Drew passed on, Mister Arch said so when he came to Linda as she was the last person alive to hold the full rights to Bendy… he needed her permission to use the little devil in the cartoons. But to know that it was that recent… she looks at the scatter pictures hanging on the wall, one of Joey Drew himself, another of him presenting an idea in a meeting. One of his animators working on a cartoon with a sign beside it describes Sillyvison, a technique that was lost with Drew's death. She trails by, glancing slightly at the display cases until she reaches the last room where six pedestals, three on each side stood proudly in front of some sort of machine. It was large, reaching up to Izuku's chest and made of yellow metal that should had been rusted but… there was no rust. Just ink that seemed to drip out of it, trailing down and forming into a giant puddle on the ground.

"What is this," she whispered, frowning as something… rang in her ears.

"The Ink Machine," Wilson reply, "Something that Drew and the Gent Corporation created… from what I know it was Joey's attempt of trying to create… the spark in the animation that died out when Henry Stein left the studio…" Izuku hums at this knowing what Wilson meant. The animation from when the studio first started was very much different when the studio was close down. "But I check the wiring… I should get the power back on in a few minutes...but can you do something for me… my dear?" Izuku looks up at him as she stood back up, "Each of these empty pedestals are suppose to have something on it as part of an exhibit… someone must have moved them as a prank. Izuku...sweet Izuku," grimacing, Izuku took a step back, to keep some distance from him, "Do an old man a favor...and go find them?"

Swallowing, Izuku nodded, "Sure… I can do that…" it would give her a few moments away from him to calm her nerves, "Though… it might be some pixies.. I'm pretty sure some pulled a prank on me upstairs with one of the Bendy cutouts,"

Wilson hums at this, "You might be right…I'll contact an… Magical Pest Control...in the morning...we do not want them to… destroy all your hard work…"

Looking at the pedestals, Izuku noticed each one had a plaque, showing what was suppose to be on. A wrench, a record, a gear, an old style inkwell, a book and a little Bendy. "Possibly a toy," she thought as she looked around, her eyes landing on the hand switched where a wrench was clearly had been used on it. Grasping it with her hands, Izuku wiggles a bit, pulling as hard as she could before she finally manages to pull it off. Holding it up in the air, Izuku nodded her head before placing it down gently on the right pedestal.

The inkwell was easier to find, finding it display underneath of Joey Drew's portrait. She shakes it slightly in her hands, hearing it swish with ink. Izuku also notices an on old bag that was designed to look like Bendy, clearly had been made for a child… but Izuku snatches it up, grabbing hold of the record that was on the turntable and slipping it inside the bag. The book wasn't that hard either, it being the only book on the bookshelf. Izuku gently picks it up, wiping away the dust that had collected on it over the years, "The Illusion of Living?" Izuku whispers, "This is the autobiography that Mister Drew wrote," she held it gingerly in her hands. She had read the book in her middle school years, after Linda had told her once that she could be an amazing artist...the book had been a bit dried, the mind of Joey Drew not interesting to her… possibly thanks to her own views of the man thanks to Linda. But she places it inside the bag before looking around for the other stuff.

Izuku did find the Bendy plushie in the corner of the room, sitting alone on an old chair. She smiles as she scoops him up. She won't admit to anyone, but she had a Bendy plushie of her own, it had been the last thing her mother gave her before she… Izuku shakes her head, pushing away the thoughts of her mom as she makes the plushie give her a little wave, giggling to herself, "You were always my favorite… even when everyone put you down and bullied you… you decided to keep getting back up with a smile on your face… you inspired me to do the same," looking around nervously, Izuku gave the Bendy plushie a quick hug before she plops it into the bag.

The gear was much harder to find, Izuku looking everywhere. In the glass cases where the banjo and a very fat Boris plushie were held. On the book shelf, under the table. It was under this table, that Izuku found an old cassette tape player. She pulls it out, blowing the dust off, "Wally Franks?" Izuku mutters, reading the name that was taped onto the player. Pressing play, she listens to the recording.

Wally Franks

At this point, I don't get what Joey's plan is for this company. The animation sure aren't being finished on time anymore. And I certainly don't see why we need this machine. It's noisy, it's messy. And who needs that much ink anyway?

Also get this, Joey had each one of us donate something from our work station. We put them on these little pedestals in the break room. To help appease Yvulla, Joey says… whoever that is, I have never heard of a God by that name… but he said its to keep things going.

I think he's lost his mind, but, hey, he writes the checks.

But I tell you what, if one more of these pipes bursts, I'm outta here!

"Yvulla," Izuku whispers, she had never heard that name. Oh she knew about the Gods, Musutafu's own Patron God, Xilo was prayed almost every day in class in hope of passing a test or even protection from Bakugou when he was angry.. but she had never heard of any God named Yvulla.. "Maybe its something Drew made up… or he joined some cult," Izuku muses to herself, as she stands up, wiping the dirt and grime off her knees. Bringing her head up, Izuku narrows her eyes onto the gearbox on the wall, "Oh you got to be kidding me," she curses under her breath.

After pulling the gear free, which was hard since it had been pushed inside awkardly, she walks back into the room where Wilson was messing with the fuse box. Looking at the pedestals nervously, Izuku places each item on their respective pedestal. "That's the last one," she calls out nervously to Wilson as he closes the panel on the wall, "Everything ok over there?" she eyes the Ink Machine, swearing she was hearing whispers coming from within the metal.

"Only one thing left to do," Wilson whispers, pointing at the hand switch, "Pull that switch," Izuku looked over at the hand switch before she turns to Wilson in confusion, "If I did everything right… it should jump start the main power…"

"Sure," Izuku walked over to the switch and grasp the lever tightly in her hand. Gritting her teeth, she pushes it hard until it moved. She jerks a bit, eyes widen as the lights overhead turn off, "Wilson… I think something went wrong-" Izuku cries out as a sharp burning pain went across her neck. Bringing her hand up, she felt something warm and wet dripping down and pulls out to see the palm of her hand stained with blood, "Wilson…" she chokes out, even as blood began to fill her mouth. Turning, Izuku backs away from Wilson, who was now holding a bloody knife tightly in his hand… bloody because he had just used it to slice her neck open.

"It is done," he rasped, grinning down at her. Wilson wheezes out a chuckle when Izuku took a step back from him, trying to keep their distance, "Oh, Izuku," he shakes his head in amusement and fake pity, "The things you set in motion," a loud guzzling sound caught Izuku's attention and she looks behind Wilson to see ink gushing out of the nozzle of the machine, flooding the room with ink that was soon reaching her knees, and slowly getting higher, "The ink is calling us, my dear. Yvulla is calling for us...can't you hear her?"

"I...I don't know what you're talking about!" Izuku coughs, blood dripping from her mouth as she sloshes away from him, "Get away from me!"

"Shhhh don't fret," Wilson drops the knife, it falling into the ink with a plop, "We're going home," he suddenly grabs her shoulders, holding Izuku tightly even as she tries to pull back, "Listen to me Izuku. Pay attention these last words….you must find me on the other side.. for I'll show you your purpose...I'll shall give you meaning," his grip tighten on her shoulders, but he cries out when she slams her head into his face.

Izuku heard a crunch, but didn't paid any mind to it as she turns once his hands went flying to his face. She sloshes through the ink that has now reached her shoulders. Her hand reached for the door, in hopes of opening it when suddenly something wraps around Izuku's ankle, making her fall to her knees. Before she could push herself back up, a hand grabs her by the hair, "And now…" Wilson wheezes, "We die,"

That was the only warning Izuku got before she was pushed under the ink.

It was dark… it was cold… and Izuku was scared… all Izuku knew was the darkness that surrounded her.. and the very loud voices. So many of them and she couldn't tell which one was hers.

"Deku,"

"Just a pencil and a dream!"

"Sorry kid, it ain't going to happen,"

"Alright Joey, I'm here. Let's see if we can find what you wanted me to see,"

"You don't have a Signature Magic… nor even Family Magic.?You really are a Deku if you can't even use Magic!"

"Hey, here's my old desk… I've wasted so much time in this chair,"

"Some kind of freak… being Magicless and all. If that is why Inko left I don't really blame her. I would want a new start in life if that thing was my child,"

"The Creator lied to us,"

"If you wanna be useful at something here's an idea. Believe that you be born with Magic in the next life and take a swan dive off the roof of a building!"

Izuku's eyes snap open, her heart pounding in her chest. She looks around rapidly, finding herself in a vast black area… alone…. She swallows, "Where… where am I? How did I…" her hand went to her throat and she blinks when she felt no blood spilling from the cut, "What… what happen...is this a dream?"

"I'm sorry to say that this is not a dream," Jumping, Izuku turns towards the voice, and had to bring her head up, for the figure before her was… tall. Izuku could hardly see them, for they were completely black, blending in the area that Izuku found herself in. The only reason Izuku was able to see them, was the bit of white that outline them... They were massive, with a pair of gigantic tusks protruding from the sides of their head, similar to that of an elephant. They had a flat, almost hominid shapped face that was completely covered in ink and while Izuku couldn't see their mouth or eyes, she could see that situated between and around where their eyes would be, were a collection of short, almost antennae-like spikes. A large flaring crown of spikes fan out from the back of the head whole irregularly sized spikes continue along the breadth of the shoulders and then dwindle down to a single row along the back and dorsal aspect of the tail… the fluked tail which Izuku could see was lazily swaying behind them. "Hello, there,"

"Who…" Izuku swallows, "Who are you?"

The question caused the large dragon, for that is what they could only be, to be excited as its tail lifed up, "Oh, I'm so glad you asked that. I am many things. I am the shadows that you see at night. I am the thoughts you buried in the back of your head. I am the desires that you locked in your heart...too scared to even dare reach out your hand for it… I am all. I am one… and I am also," the figure slowly rose up, making Izuku stumble backwards, "you," Izuku shivers, staring with wide eyes as the dragon looked down, "I must admit… this is rather interesting… I felt someone doing one of those blasted vile rituals that should had never been thought of… but then I noticed you~"

Izuku jumps back as the dragon leans their head down and she couldn't help but scrunched her nose at the smell of their breath. It smelled like old ink… and blood… "I can sense that you already had been touched by my power… you were born with it and yet you can't use it… not you're fault really… when your mother had you it was a touch and go but it made you very weak…. But now… now I can fix it! And it seems you get a little something extra~"

Izuku was nervous by the giggle that the dragon was doing… and was wondering if she was going crazy by the blood lost… before she felt a pressure behind her. Slowly turning her head over her shoulder, she sees eight pair of eyes… white, blue, red, green, orange, purple, pink and a sligly faded pair of yellow eyes… as if they weren't fully there.

"Take our gifts young one… fulfill your desires to your heart contents," the dragon croons in her ears, "And know that the price you have paid for this power… the toll that you must take…"

Izuku screams as black inky hands emerged from the ground, wrapping around her and pulling her into the ground as if it hadn't been solid just a few seconds ago. No matter how much she struggled, how much she pulled, she couldn't escape as she was pulled into the dark abyss...and everything grew too much as sharp pain shot through her body… it was worse than anything she could imagine. Her blood curling screams were soon silence as something slimy shoves itself into her mouth. Izuku felt tears prick at her eyes as the pain started to overload her… her sense were beginning to black out…

"Make it stop! Please make it stop!" she begs reaching her hand up to what she thought was the ceiling. And then she felt something wrapped around it, squeezing it tightly. Shakily looking up, Izuku bleary saw a person with white hair, looking down at her, his hand glowing a bright white that slowly was absorbed into her own hand...and then Izuku chokes as extreme white hot pain began to radiate from her chest. Starting at first as a simple fast throbbing pulse until it grew into an agonizing pain.

And Izuku…. She could only scream as tears streamed down her cheeks.

So if you haven't gotten the idea from the author's note and the chapter, the magic here in this world is base off of alchemy from fullmetal alchemist, the magic from the owl house and from twisted wonderland. The way magic works is that, one needs a mana sac and an idea on what they want to do. Signature Magic and Family Magic come easily, but to be really powerful you need to be smart and you need the training... so while almost everyone has magic not everyone is going to do powerful stuff like the mages (heroes)

Izuku has a mana sac but hers was... shriveled... or dry... she had enough mana to live but not enough to do any magic, making her magicless. Also like the old version, Inko has been missing since Izuku has been eight, but instead of living in an orphanage she had been taken under the wing of Linda, the local tavern owner... and its because of not only her talent at drawing but her connection to Linda that she got a job at Archgate...

and other than that,... that's pretty much it...its actually pretty late right now and I really need to start heading for bed. Anyway I hope you all enjoy! Please leave a comment and keep dreaming big!