Choosing to forgo the hassle of interaction, Izukeal flew off instead of landing, and reverted his blade, though now the pendant looked twisted and retained its hellish makeover. Resting on one of Yuuei's roofs he got a message from Nezu, but he ignored it and relaxed for another few minutes before the buzzing of notifications got on his nerves.

(Ratgod) Please come to my office. We need to discuss what just happened.

(Ratgod) Izukael this is serious.

(Ratgod) Are you ignoring me? Don't make me be stern young man.

(UAdemon) Calm down. I just needed a few moments to heal and calm down. Otherwise I'm likely to deep fry anyone who sneaks up on me. I'm on my way.

Izukael grumbled, but began to fly toward Nezu's balcony. As he flew he made his horns shrink and fully reverted his hands and feet to remove his claws. He wouldn't need them, he hoped. After their first meeting, Nezu had given Izukael a key to his balcony for security reasons. In the event of an emergency, Nezu's office was the most secure place on campus. The fact he trusted the young demon to be one of only two people who had a key was meant to say a lot, especially given only Aizawa was trusted enough to have the other key.

Izukael stepped inside with his shoulders squared and back straight. His enemies might want to endanger these people, but he didn't intend to do so more than absolutely necessary. Sitting on what was becoming his couch after their multiple meetings, Izukael let out a sigh, "You called, so I came. How may I help you, Rat King?"

Nezu smirked at his attempt at a flippant tone, but Aizawa who was sitting opposite him on another couch scowled, "Don't be cheeky, problem child. An assassin just came to kill you and-"

Izukael started to laugh and cut Aizawa off, "Assassin?! That fledgling? That's hilarious. He only managed to hit me once and that was because of that teleport trick of his. It stung a bit, but I can assure you… a blow like that is incredibly minor. A scraped knee in the grand scale of things. That kid was nothing to me. I would have burned him to ash, but not killing students on campus was one of Nezu's rules. I had a choice so I let him live. For the record though, if a real angel arrives or a capable pigeon… I'm dealing with them and I don't care who they are or where I am."

Nezu sat forward, "You just indicated that there is a difference. Mind explaining."

Izukael laid across the couch and closed his eyes, "Firstly, there is a huge difference between a true angel and an Earthbound angel. This is also true of demons and hellspawn. I am a hellspawn, technically. I call myself a demon because hopefully I'm the closest anyone will get to my… elder brothers. Demons are every bit the chaotic monsters they are depicted as, but most have a code… the deal is an uncompromising bond. No demon will break a deal on principle, so if you succeed in outsmarting us we don't get mad. It's so rare to find a worthy opponent, and no… I have no interest in 'dealing' with either of you. You wouldn't like the stakes and I have one outstanding deal, and that was made when no other choice remained. He doesn't understand the risk yet, but I intend to help him any way I can."

Aizawa sat forward, "Should we be concerned?"

Izukael gave a fifty/fifty gesture, "Worst case scenario… I would be compelled to rip open his chest while he still draws breath and devour his still beating heart, consuming his soul and any soul attached to it. Not pleasant for either of us since he's probably the closest thing I have to a friend."

Aizawa's eyes widened in horror, "What could possibly be worth that price?!"

Izukael scowled, "His little sister's life. When I found them, she was beyond help. She was moments from death, so her big brother made a deal with me. My first deal, and I saved her life. She became his shadow, alive and free willed, but forever bound together, body and soul. Do not judge me Shota! We both know if I had offered you the deal when it could have saved your beloved… you would have taken it as well without a second thought!"

Aizawa remained quiet, he couldn't honestly refute Izukael, so Nezu spoke up, "Ok, that gives us a starting point on demons, but it doesn't answer our question."

Izukael returned to his comfortable position, "I'll get there. On the other end of the spectrum, or so everyone believes, are true Angels. They come in all kinds of shapes and descriptions much like demons, and are just as manipulative. The difference, they have no code. They do whatever they think is best… usually for themselves. They can't lie, but nothing they say is ever completely true. They like to make everyone think they have your best interests in mind, but they don't care. Never have, never will. They don't die usually, something they share with demons, but are banished back to their realm. They can meet a true death, but it's incredibly difficult to do. Like I said before, both are treacherous monsters, but I'll take evil with a code any day."

Izukael sat up and used a finger to summon a person made of shadows, making Aizawa back up, "What's that for?"

Izukael just ignored him, "So, true angels and demons can't just cross over into our realm. They have to be summoned, and the stronger they are… the more energy they require to stay. That is where hellspawn and earthbound angels come in. Demons and true angels are nearly immortal, but as a side effect… They can't breed often and are far fewer in number than you'd think. Since they can't enter the world physically on their own, they require agents born in this realm to act on their behalf or if they can get strong enough, summon them into this realm. On the other hand, they can use their essence to make a temporary connection… just long enough to make a deal and impregnate a foolish or desperate soul."

Nezu looked contemplative, but Aizawa looked sick, "What do the mothers get out of it?"

Izukael shrugged, "Money, power, control, it can be just about anything. It also doesn't matter which one 'fathers' the child or children. Either way you get a seed. They have power locked away inside them, but until it awakens… they are just carriers. Some seeds never sprout and end up being passed from parent to child growing more powerful with time until the circumstances are met, and they bloom into either a hellspawn or Earthbound angel."

Aizawa was left contemplating this, but Nezu tilted his head, "Then your father is?"

Izukael clenched his hand and his shadow man clutched in mock agony before its form exploded revealing a being of uncountable feathered wings and eyes, and Izukael hissed, "A seraphim. A being among the highest tier of true angels."

Aizawa blinked, "Then why are you-?"

"A hellspawn?" Asked Izukael. "That's the risk. I haven't found irrefutable proof yet, but I think both species are related. Why else would a child of one so easily become the other. Anyway, you asked why I'm a hellspawn when 'daddy' was a high powered angel? That goes back to how I awoke from my seed state. I said before that circumstances had to be right to do so, well a power like this requires an extreme need, like a near death experience or a person's whole life to shatter. In Izuku's case it was the second. Izuku was kind, heroic, and compassionate… like everyone believes a cherub should be. He was a pure beacon of light with a supportive kind word for everyone, but also completely quirkless according to doctors. This led to bullying, scars, and cruelty inflicted on him, but he remained hopeful that someday he would become a hero and help the world. He was deceived. Our father told our mother we were important and would bring about a beautiful purpose to make the world better. I know what that purpose was to be now, and it isn't glorious or beautiful."

Nezu seemed intrigued, "And that purpose was?"

Izukael scowled, "A truly powerful being like him requires a powerful sacrifice of both literal power but also blood. I was intended to provide both. I was supposed to accumulate enough power and then explode tearing a hole between realms large enough for him to step through. He would then sacrifice earthbound angels periodically to stay while he took over. According to legends passed down by both sides, if a suitably powerful true angel or demon can linger long enough to perform an intricate summoning, they can tear a permanent hole between their realm and ours… and invade us en masse. If that happened, this realm would be lost in less than an hour."

Both adults paled, and Aizawa murmured, "Then this 'chariot' that kid mentioned-?"

Izukael nodded, "A chariot or throne is in the same general tier as a seraph, but that's about as helpful as saying Wash and All Might are in the same tier because they're both top ten heroes. Without more information… I have no idea how dangerous this situation actually is, but congratulations… you win. I'm staying, at least until this situation is taken care of. I won't allow even one of those bastards be summoned if I can prevent it. I swore to protect the innocent, and those monsters only bring death."

Nezu nodded, "In that case, I don't need to keep holding onto this to make you stay." Nezu reached into a pocket of his vest and pulled out a key that he then used to open a locked hidden drawer in his desk, and pulled out a long small box. Pulling out another key, Nezu handed both to Izukael, "This was all that was inside your mothers security box. I've seen what's inside, but I didn't touch or disturb them, and I made sure no one else did either."

Izukael took a deep breath and opened the box. Inside was a large expensive golden cross necklace, a single gold feather that looked oddly large and sharp, and a small pile of pictures of Izuku and Inko smiling together. As he gently touched the pictures, Izukael seemed to change. This was the first time either adult saw the demon truly sad and mournful, and though he was careful not to allow any of it to stain the photos, he began to cry tears of blood. They allowed him to do so for a few minutes, but then Izukael wiped his eyes and moved on to the cross. With a smirk Izukael stated, "An iron core. Thank you mama. I can hear you. I will continue your work. I will continue to be the son you raised me to be." Both adults watched in awe as the gold plating evaporated, and the shape warped until in its place was an iron pentacle. Wrapping the chain around his wrist, Izukael gave a faint smile as it seemed to disappear.

Nezu blinked, "That's some impressive sleight of hand you have there." Izukael just smiled and gave a wordless shrug.

Finally, Izukael moved on to the feather, and at his touch it sparked slightly, making the demon's eyes widen and his smile become savage. The next moment the teen had it held over his maw, and it simply disappeared inside. Izukael started to tremble and clutch his gut in pain, but that mad, gleefully sadistic smile never left his face. The shadows stretched in the room, the lights flickered, and they saw Izukael's eyes become slits… and then it was all over like it never happened in the first place. Izukael sat back up and took a long breath of contentment.

Aizawa on the other hand just blinked, "Excuse me, but what the fuck was that?"

Izukael stretched and his body popped… a lot more times then should be possible or healthy. Then he began to laugh, "You all have quirks, and so do we, in a way. That angel earlier could perform a short distance teleport, but my power is different. I call mine 'Karmic Cannibalism', and it acts as an extension of our normal way to get stronger… devouring the corruption of our victims. Normally our lost pieces evaporate without a constant flow of our energy to maintain them. It's not a big deal since regeneration is one of our most basic shared traits across the board, but sometimes a piece doesn't turn to ash. A feather or the like with enough lingering energy can be left, and I can eat them. I get a power boost from them. Usually I have to scavenge or beat a being in a fight to get them, but that feather was special. I don't know how she got it, but that was one of my fathers… and it was delicious. I haven't felt a rush like that since my awakening. Since I can usually only get things from beings I've beaten, the crumbs of power are from beings already weaker than me."

Nezu tilted his head, "But I'm assuming your father is stronger than you?"

Izukael scoffed, "Immensely, if I tried I might be able to leave enough energy in a piece to linger… a week maybe. That feather was at least five years old, but more likely ten to fifteen years old, and it still had enough power to linger many more years. Can you understand why I hunt other hellspawn and earthbound angels now? They are playing a game with stakes they don't understand, or simply don't care too. I'm a monster, but that's ok. Sometimes it takes a monster to fight back other monsters."

Izukael looked like he was about to continue, but that was when All Might came bursting into the room stating, "I'm sorry to press this issue, but you need to reconsider-" He stopped and stared at the teen before him, but their eyes never met.

Izukael's features scrunched up in disgust before he turned on his heel to look at Nezu, "It appears our meeting is over. If you have more questions, we can pick it up another time. It was nice talking with you, but before I go…" Izukael was suddenly in All Might's face with his fist cocked back. Before he could react, Izukael's fist slammed into the muscle bound hero's jaw and sent him flying back into the wall. Had they not been reinforced the man likely would have continued his flight for a few more rooms. Izukael walked away and called on his wings, but unlike before two sets took form. A massive pair of black feathered wings seemed to take the place of his primary wings while a slightly smaller pair of red bat wings took up a supporting role for greater stability. Izukael barely noticed the change and just rocketed away to whatever place he went to when he disappeared to have alone time.

Both Nezu and Aizawa watched the teen demon fly away before turning their attention back to All Might, but instead they found his body steaming and shrinking. Moments later the hero was replaced by the skeletal form of Toshinori Yagi, and much to their surprise… he was knocked out with a small bit of blood leaking from his bruised jaw. Aizawa nodded, "Kids got a good right hook. On the bright side, he's such a moron nobody'll notice if he has brain damage." Nezu just drank his tea as he evaluated the information he had received. Things were going to get interesting very soon.

For the next three days nobody saw Izukael. No pranks, conversations, or meals. He was just gone. When asked, Nezu assured his staff that he hadn't left campus, but even with the geo-tracker Nezu slipped into Izukael's new phone that was all he could tell them. Finally on the morning of the fourth day, Nexu received a message.

(UAdemon) You have issues.

(Ratgod) Rude. I'll have you know I self medicate.

(UAdemon) Funny. Not what I meant. I've been securing your perimeter, and one… you owe me a fancy dinner for removing fifty years of hexs, curses, and nearly complete spells. And yes magic is real, I would fucking know.

(UAdemon) second, I removed the shoddy spying devices the Hero Commision tried to put in place (thats free because fuck those guys).

(UAdemon) and third, thank you for trusting me so far. It's been a while since I felt safe and it's nice to have that feeling again.

(Ratgod) You need something. What is it?

(UAdemon) I need you to call a full staff meeting. I promise not to kill any of them, but I need to check them for corruption and angelic interference.

(Ratgod) …

(Ratgod) Come to my office at five to noon. I'll escort you to the war room. I like you. Don't make me regret it.

Izukael sat back as he sat on a tree branch with his back to the trunk, "I hope I'm doing the right thing." Izukael held up his arm and looked into his pentacle, "Thanks mom. I'll try." Closing his eyes, Izukael listened to the wind and let his mind drift.

At five to noon on the dot, Izukael stepped into Nezu's office looking as human as he could. The stoat looked uncomfortable, but Izukael gave him a cocky grin to help put him at ease. In response, Nezu clambered to the edge of his desk and sprang onto Izukael's shoulder, "I'll lead and observe from here. For the good of my staff, I hope you understand."

Izukael shrugged, "You're the principle, Nezu."

Together they started to walk and Nezu tapped Izukael's horns until the teen gave him a look and rolled his eyes. Nezu sighed, "Everyone is here, except for one, but he doesn't join the staff officially for another few days. On top of that, any meeting between the two of you is heavily discouraged for his health. After all, the last time you were in the same room you tried to send him flying through multiple walls." Izukael gave him an incredulous look, and Nezu groaned, "Don't. I'm not incredibly pleased about it either, but I can't stop him. Better he's here where I can keep an eye on him then somewhere else where I can't."

Izukael huffed, "I suppose, but as soon as I am able…" Izukael created a black flame in his palm before he smothered it. Together they entered the large conference room and saw fifteen people seated around a large "U" shaped table. They seemed nervous at seeing Izukael, but when they saw Nezu on his shoulder they relaxed slightly. Izukael let out a long breath after closing the door, and looked about the room, "I'm not going to split hairs since I respect most of the people in this room, and those I don't… It's because I don't know who you are yet. I'm here to check each of you for corruption or interference from anyone who wishes ill will toward this school or its students. To do that, I need all of you to remove anything that covers your eyes."

Aizawa shot Nezu a look, "Is this really necessary?" Nezu nodded, and everyone did as they were told.

Izukael smiled, "Before I start, if anyone has anything they wish to admit to… this is your chance." Nobody made a sound, so Izukael shrugged and began his search.

Aizawa's turn was quick, since Izukael had already looked into his eyes. After him was Present Mic or Hisashi Yamada, and Izukael smiled at what he saw and nodded to the man. He blushed and looked away immediately after. Midnight, Nemuri Kayama, tried to distract him with a flirty wink, but Izukael laughed after seeing what he needed to see.

Next was Power Loader, Higari Majima, and his two assistants, Bobcat and Dozer. Bobcat was a man in his early twenties with a plain face and mustard yellow hair. While Dozer was a woman a few years older than Bobcat with a thick muscled frame and short chopped brown hair. Izukael looked into each of their eyes and groaned, "Loader-sensei, I know you're concerned about your niece, but Hatsune-san will be fine. I promise." The man looked shocked, but gave the demon teen a nod of gratitude. Turning to the other two Izukael rolled his eyes, "Both of you can relax. Your kinks are your business, but Dozer-san… nice." Izukael held up a fist with a nod making the strong woman blush hard. "As for you, Bobcat. Just get some help. Gambling isn't bad in itself, but if you're not careful it'll ruin your life. People care about you. So quit while you're ahead."

Moving on to Thirteen, Anon Kurose, Cementoss, Ken Ishiyama, and Lunch Rush, Izukael spent a very short time on each and only really commented that it was unfortunate that Thirteen chose a blacked out helmet because she was an attractive woman. She pouted at him, but Izukael shrugged, "Don't hate the messenger Kurose-san. We both know teasing is the least I could say. You're a great hero. Don't let a few accidents hold you back." As for Cementoss, both just share respectful nods, while Lunch rush received a fist bump from the teen.

In regards to Hound dog, Ryo Inui, and Vlad King, Sekijiro Kan, Izukael spent a bit more time looking into them, but in the end just shrugged, "Kan-sensei, you are a beacon of heroic morals. I know you struggle about whether you did the right thing, but there is no right thing. You do what is best in the moment, and live each day to the best of your ability. Call her after the meeting and tell her you love her. She is your treasure, so never let her forget it." Izukael shook his head at Hound dog, "You might not get the respect you deserve all the time, but you are a vital member of this staff. Just… Please stop killing squirrels. We both know it's not malicious, but it's still wrong."

Nearly done, Izukael moved on to Snipe, Ectoplasm, and Yuuei's librarian Rosalind Katsuo. Addressing Ectoplasm, Izukael groaned, "You and Aizawa need to make appointments with Inui-san, because this survives guilt shit needs to end! Seriously, you dedicate your lives to helping people and save a lot of lives. Learn to forgive yourselves already!" Izukael scoffed at Snipe, "Go figure… a gunslinger with a body count. Color me shocked. Just keep those guns trained away from the students, and I don't think we'll have any issues. From one killer to another, I get it. Sometimes it's just better to put down a beast before it can hurt anyone else." Instead of addressing Ms. Katsuo, Izukael turned to Nezu, "She's a HSC spy and works directly for the president. Do with that what you may."

Katsuo tried to attack Izukael with a hidden knife, but Izukael leaned out of the way before using a shadow tendril to bind her arms behind her back. Izukael sighed, "Tamagiri-san, that was dumb and you know it. I wasn't going to blow your cover completely, but now I will. Haruto Tamagiri here has been reporting potential heroes' names that the Commission might be able to exploit for their gain. I'm sorry Nezu, but she's betrayed your trust from day one." With a quick flick, she was knocked unconscious in the embrace of the shadow.

Nezu looked angry and hurt, "I will look into this immediately after this meeting. Thank you for your assistance, Morningstar-kun."

Izukael smiled, "Anytime." With only Recovery Girl, Chiyo Shuzenji, left everyone believed the surprises to be over, but Izukael scowled, "Are we going to have an issue, cousin?"

Recovery girl rolled her eyes, "Of course not, Dear. I never took part in the idiotic war between your side and mine, and that will never change. My loyalty is to Nezu and Yuuei. Everyone else can bite my old wrinkly ass." The old nurse flexed her back, and two feathers white wings appeared, but they were twisted, shredded, and ravaged, "As you can see, not all of us can remain neutral without facing a cost. As useful as I might be… nobody wants a broken angel."

Izukael took a step back and bowed, "You revealed yourself to me, so as a token of respect… I will do the same." Izukael's body shifted as he allowed his full demonic forms to be shown from his flowing green hair to his clawed fingers and toes. Most surprising to the staff including Recovery girl, all four of his wings extended in a display of power and majesty. Reaching out with his right hand, Izukael spoke, "I wish us to be allies in protecting this place and its inhabitants. As such, I offer you a deal. Both of us will swear on our lives to not intentionally betray each other for the next three years, and I will heal your wings as a sign of good faith. I am sure you no longer need them, given how old the injuries look, but still… I am sure you miss the feeling of the wind."

Recovery girl gave Izukael a contemplative look, "I have your oath, no strings, betrayal, or loopholes? I agree and my wings will be restored?"

Izukael nodded, "They will be as they were before, and as long as they aren't damaged again, they will remain that way until your final moments. You have my oath."

The two shook and a flickering flame of black and gold surrounded their hands. After a moment, Izukael flicked his wrist and his iron pentacle appeared and dangled from his wrist making Recovery girls eyes widen, "That is a powerful totem! Whose spirit is it linked too? To shine so brilliantly to my eyes… they must have been uncommonly pure and dazzlingly strong!"

A single tear escaped Izukael's eye, "My mother. She was all that and more. You know the kinds of deals that are made to create one like us. Well, all that she asked for was a child that she could love and care for. She deserved so much more than a screw up like me. The world wouldn't have been enough, but thanks to her… I can now continue her work." Izukael held out his hand and the old medic was awash in what looked like pale moonlight. With a snapping tearing sound, Recovery Girl's wings became full, healthy, and strong once more. Despite the noise, Chiyo didn't seem to be in any pain, and in fact once the process was complete, she fanned her wings and floated up to Izukael's forehead before leaving a small grandmotherly kiss between his horns.

With the interaction complete, they both bowed once more to each other and turned to the others. Everyone looked at them in shock, so the duo reverted to their fully human appearances. Chiyo scoffed, "It's like they've never seen magic before. I wonder how they would react if I told them I'm over four hundred years old."

Izukael smirked, "You still look more than spri, cousin. I would have guessed two hundred, tops."

Chiyo laughed, "You flatter me!" Izukael joined her after a moment, and with both Nezu and Chiyo now behind him, nobody was prepared to give the teen any issues.

Now that the room was confirmed free of outside influence or interest, and their spy was moved into a separate room until she could be dealt with appropriately. Izukael sat down, but noticed how tense everyone was. Izukael rolled his eyes and spoke loud enough that everyone could hear him even though he directed his words to only Nezu, "You have an amazing staff here, Principal, but they seem a bit stiff. I think I know just the thing to break the ice… a game! What do you say?"

Nezu gave the teen a quizzical look, but smirked, "I'm intrigued. What do you have in mind?"

Izukael smirked back, "You are the most intelligent being on Earth and I'd assume you know your staff quite well. Let's put that to the test. I'll ask a question, and if you guess correctly that person can ask me one question. Regardless of what it is, I will answer, and answer truthfully. Sound like fun?"

Nezu chuckled, "I'm game. What's your first question?"

Izukael smiled, "Let's begin with something simple. I've explained the difference between being corrupt and being stained by corruption to you in the past, so with that in mind… Whom in this room has been stained by corruption the most, excluding myself of course?"

Nezu looked around the room like he was thinking about how to answer, but then shrugged, "It's me."

The other teachers looked afraid for a moment, but Izukael grinned, "In your defense, being treated like a lab test animal will do that."

Nezu nodded, "Since you chose to begin simply, I will do the same. What is the difference between corruption and simply being stained by it?"

Izukael got a distant sad look, "Corruption is the inky darkness that warps and twists the innocent and pure into evil, depraved, monsters. Murder, torture, negligence, and apothy are some of the worst sources of corruption. As for those stained by corruption… They are often the victims or those forced to powerlessly watch as corruption takes root, the survivors and the truly strong. The problem is… corruption can be a self spreading disease. A parent abuses their child day after day, so they begin abusing other children. Someone comes home each night and abuses their spouse until finally they snap and murder them. A friend sacrifices their life to save someone, and now the one saved becomes obsessed with revenge. All too often the stained become corrupted simply by not being able to handle the experiences, and it is them that I most pity. Now I ask you… whom in this room is closest to falling to corruption?"

While the teachers absorbed what they were hearing, Nezu let out a sigh, "Aizawa."

Izukael tilted his head, "Incorrect." This caught Nezu off guard, but Izukael continued, "While both Eraser and Ecto-sensei are deeply stained by the events of their past, it is Snipe who is the closest to falling, but in his case… I don't believe it will happen for the same reason I will not fall, the other valid answer by the way." After a pause for effect Izukael sat back and let out a long breath, "Our hands are stained in blood. Regardless of the reasons, we are murderers, and nothing can change that. On top of that, neither of us has any intention to stop. When the sacrifice must be made and another notch must occur, we are the ones who will bear it because that is our duty. If there is a place where eternal rest and bliss are rewarded to the ones who remain pure… we happily burned our tickets long ago, so that the ones we care about won't need to join us." Izukael shot the cowboy hero a respectful nod, and after a moment it was returned, a small smile on Snipes face. Izukael smiled evilly, "With that said, who is the purist of your staff?"

Nezu really did think this time, and debated whom to choose, but in the end he nodded his head, "Cementoss, I believe. He may have faced some hard cases, but I believe he has been the least affected by them."

Izukael laughed, "Wrong again. There is one person in this room who is quite literally a 'pure maiden'. I won't out them, but it's hilarious to me that it's the case. Let's see… How about a palette cleanser? Who is the least utilized in their current position?"

Nezu scoffed, "Midnight. She has a doctorate in childhood psychology, but chooses to teach modern art. In no way am I saying Inui-san is less qualified, but having two fully licensed therapists on staff is certainly a boon, even if she chooses to not make her position known."

Izukael nodded, "True. After all, most of the others have an optional club or course second and third years can join like Snipes marksmanship course, Recovery's first aid, Cementoss's architectural engineering, and the list goes on, but only a small few ever even learn that Kayama-sensei isn't just a pretty face." Izukael turned to the dark haired woman, "What would you like to know?"

Midnight blinked before she smiled, "I would ask if there's a Ms. Morningstar, but before we address that, I want to know your real name, not your alias as Izukael."

Izukael's smile faded, "I will answer both in fact since they pair so well. Clearly my name isn't Kurayami Morningstar, although legally it is now. You called Izukael my 'alias', but it's not. I am Izukael, the demon saint, inside and out. Since the day I was born it is the only name that has been truly mine, though I am warming up to my alias as Kurayami. I am a hellspawn, one born a little over five years ago, but before that… I was Izuku, Izuku Midoriya. Izuku was the quirkless son of Inko Midoriya, head nurse of Musutafu General's neonatal ward. He was abused due to his status for six years and used as a test dummy for other students at Jaku elementary school, an indoctrination site for a quirkist movement aimed at corrupting the minds of the future to see the world as they do. On the day of my birth, Izuku was suicide baited by the closest person he had to a best friend before being brutally beaten by him and his friends, nearly killed by a random villain, had his dream crushed by a hero, and came home to find his mother murdered."

Chiyo reached out and rested a hand on Izukael's shoulder, "No wonder you became a hellspawn instead of an Earth bound angel like me! I'm so sorry. Given your track record, and the fact most Hellspawn take revenge immediately after being born, I have to ask… Are any of them still alive?"

That made everyone else's blood freeze in their veins, but Izukael laughed, "Yes. I never touched the bullies, the villain is still in Tartarus as far as I know, and both hero's are still alive." At their confused looks Izukael laughed, "You assumed my mother was killed by a villain? Nope, a hero did it during the apprehension of a villain who tried to hide in our building. Acceptable losses my ass! I've hunted villains big and small for five years, and not once has an innocent been harmed directly. He was careless, and it killed the only person that ever believed in Izuku."

Nezu and Aizawa scowled, and Aizawa demanded, "I want names, problem child! They should have to face the consequences for their actions."

Izukael cackled insanely, "Oh, they will. I have a code, you see. I never hunt children. They can still learn, and be redeemed if given the chance, but once they become adults that all changes." Izukael's pupils changed into slits, "I will find all of them on that day, and I will see if they have learned, or, as I'm sure they have, completely given into their corruption. I will do as I did with Jaku… I will let the repentant live and continue their lives, but for the others… I will burn them alive and find solace in their screams." The hero's looked horrified, and Izukael shook his head until his eyes returned to normal and he let out a groan, "Sorry. Sometimes I get overwhelmed. I'm working on my control, but I'm still a hellspawn and a part of me hungers for corruption."

Chiyo stepped in at this point, "Common misconception about angels and demons, demons eat corruption, usually soul and all, and get stronger that way. Angels do the same with purity. I find the practice nauseating, but it's why each is usually seen among certain types of people. Why wouldn't a demon stick close to a corrupt soul and help them grow darker, or an angel support a pious warrior to go into battle for a 'grand cause'? They're fattening up a meal for later. It's not something either side has to do to survive, but it is the quickest way to grow more powerful. It's why I haven't gotten much stronger in over two hundred years, I felt like a ghoul serving in trauma centers waiting for heroes and good people to meet their end. It's revolting."

Izukael scoffed, "Not for me. I find slaughtering pedophiles therapeutic. Helps that I know with each one I devour I'm likely saving untold children from a fate potentially worse than death. The truly corrupt tend to gather an annoying amount of protection around themselves, so any amount of power I can gain from those undeserving of it is power I'll gladly accept."

Nezu nodded, "That wouldn't surprise me after seeing you eat those feathers."

Chiyo's eyes widened and she paled, "Izukael… What is he talking about? What feathers?"

Izukael put a hand on her head and smiled darkly for a moment before laughing and giving her a genuine smile, "I would never dream of harming an ally, but ya. My 'quirk' is called 'Karmic Cannibalism', and it lets me eat leftover pieces the same way others like me eat corruption. Frankly, after the last feather I ate, I wouldn't gain anything from you anyway. Full transparency, I got a feather from the kid that thought he could fight me, but I have to thank Nezu for my real prize. My mother managed to get her hands on one of 'dear old dads' feathers." The slit pupils flickered for a moment, Izukael didn't lose control this time.

Chiyo paled, "And your father is?"

Izukael winked, "Amestriael."

Chiyo shivered, "A seraph! Well that explains a lot. This also clarifies how your 'soul stare' works too."

Izukael tilted his head, "That's not something all Hellspawn can do?" Chiyo shook her head, and Izukael groaned, "I should have known. Of course, Ignastus played me! Nothing he ever said was completely true. He even told me not to trust anyone, but I thought I could at least trust my big brother that much!"

Chiyo quirked an eye, "I'm not familiar with that one. I'm guessing he's a demon though."

Izukael nodded, "An ifrit to be precise." Izukael started using a clawed finger to draw symbols in the air, "I could summon him if you'd like. I'm more than powerful enough to force him back these days, so it wouldn't be-"

Chiyo and Nezu shouted, "No!" And Izukael flicked his wrist to send away the symbols like smoke. Nezu growled, "You said summoning True angels and demons was a big deal! Why would you even offer to do that?!"

Izukael shrugged, "A few reasons actually. Summoning powerful ones is a big deal, but weaker ones isn't an issue. In this case, Ignastus is an imp compared to me. It's also why I'm not worried about throwing around his name. He can't hurt me, so what do I have to worry about?"

Chiyo scowled, "Maybe not you, but what about us? I'm not as spry as I used to be, and the others are fully mortal!"

Izukael waved her off, "You're getting worried over nothing. He's probably about as strong as Burnin, and-" The teachers paled, and Izukael really thought about it, "Ok, maybe I'm just desensitized to him, but in my defense… he doesn't usually fight back and just lets me send him back. In a lot of ways, he really is like a big brother to me. Unlike the others, he actually helped me, even if he somehow got something out of it."

The rest of the meeting was spent with Chiyo and Izukael explaining the intricacies of demons, angels, and the scattered other beings that existed, but none of them were likely to meet. At one point, Izukael allowed Chiyo to get a better look at his feathered set of wings, and she was shocked to report they were indistinguishable from her own except for color. This was something Izukael hadn't expected. Neither had heard of an angel with black wings or a Hellspawn with feathered wings. The closest they could think of is a Garuda, but they're still a type of angel, and their wings were red. Harpies technically fit, but they were neither angel nor demon and the feathered species wasn't much more than beastly scavengers. In the end, both agreed to look into it later, but for now this meeting needed to end. The hero's needed to prepare for the upcoming term, and it had been a long day for all of them. With a wave goodbye they dispersed, and Izukael was left with a pleasant feeling.