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Trigger Warning: Suicide, Gaslighting, Neglect
"Why do you even persist?" The voice in his head rang out.
"I don't know. I do not know." Izuku replied, his world crumbling around him. " Even All-Might, the one person I always dreamed would say yes, told me no. I should do what Kaachan said. I should try again in the next life."
"I told you that years ago," it responded despondently.
"I tried, but of course, she came home early that day from work," Izuku responded. " Then the damn pills didn't work either. Then that sludge villain appeared, and I was happy. I could just let him take me. All-Might came, and I thought this would be the event. The one that changed my life; in a way, it was."
"Yes, it is. Now you can do it; there is no one to stop you. No one to save you. Just the sensation of the wind, and that's it."
"Won't you die too?" Izuku responded, almost desperately clinging to anything to live for.
"No, I told you years ago I am not your quirk. You just caught my eye, that's all. I have told you countless times, but you never listened."
"Yea, I am just dumb that way. Should I leave a note? Dad won't give a shit. But Mom has at least stuck around until after I left the hospital. She doesn't look at me anymore, but at least she would leave me a few bucks to eat."
"You can, but does it matter? You haven't been home in hours, and she hasn't even texted. I do not think she cares anymore. It would probably be better to do it so you do not chicken out again. Remember the train," the voice pushed.
"How I was supposed to know that Kami Woods was there. Luckily Kaachan had just bumped me so I could shake it off as an accident. But that damn shrink didn't believe me and upped my medication." Izuku responded somewhat bitterly. " You're right; I should get this over with. The Doctor should have my blood work back for the session tomorrow, and he will know that I haven't been taking that stupid medication."
"Look, are we going to talk about this all night? I do have things to do, you know." The voice said with some exasperation.
"You know you're right. This must be the saddest fucking thing ever. The only thing I have close to a friend is someone telling me to just fucking jump and get it over with. Well, at least someone was here at the end."
'Let it never be said that I left you." It said with just the tiniest hint of compassion.
-Izuku internal start-
Quirkless, loser, stupid, worthless Deku. I never had a chance. Did I. Doctor told me that, Mom told me, the kids a school did, Kaachan did. No fuck that, he is Bakugo.
That stupid girl Cammie, "Oh sure, I will tote date you. As soon as you get a quirk." I can't fucking believe I fell for that. Bakugo had his whore of a girlfriend fucking me over like that. That's it; I'm tired. I'm done.
-Izuku internal end-
-Inko-
On a dark night, not even a dark and stormy one, a young man, 15, jumped from the roof of a building. He didn't scream; he didn't cry. Falling, he just quietly splatted into the alley. No one even noticed. The noise from the street had blocked out the sound. When somebody finally walked down the alley, they came across this splatter of blood but no body. They called the police. Eventually, they found a book bag on the roof and a student ID.
They informed the mother, trying to give her hope that he may still be alive without the body. She honestly looked relieved. She wouldn't have to worry about coming home and finding him hanging somewhere, in the bathtub again, or passed out on the bathroom floor. She had left him there that time, but he woke up on his own. She was a terrible mother at that moment, but she couldn't take it anymore.
Like all kids, he had wanted to be a hero, but then the diagnosis came in. She loved her son, but she couldn't pretend anymore. She needed him to accept reality. Her shit husband had an affair with his secretary, and they divorced. She had gotten a good judgment against him. Now apart from where she was having an affair with the head of radiology, she couldn't give a fuck anymore. She knew that piece of shit wouldn't leave his wife, not that she wanted him to. She just wanted to feel alive for an hour. Now her son had finally done it; he had set her free. She sat in the dark for a while crying, not for him but for herself.
After the funeral, she sold all that stupid All-Might memorabilia he had. She sold the apartment, quit her job but sent some videos to the head of radiology's wife, and bought a one-way ticket to Hawaii. She was going to enjoy what life she had left. Fuck it all.
-Dr. Hassan-
Where is Izuku Midoriya? He had to answer some questions about this blood work. Hassan thought.
He called the boys' mother. Humph, he never came home last night. Puddle of blood? Fuck it.
He tossed the file into the garbage and decided to call his secretary in so he could at least get a blow job till his next appointment. The day was a good use, at least.
Trigger Warning: Master and Servant (Non Healthy)
-Somewhere-
Izuku woke with a gasp. He hurt so badly; he was in so much pain. He tried to move, but his body wasn't responding. He was lying on a metal table strapped with a bright overhead light.
"So, you are awake?" The voice wasn't in his head this time. It was somewhere in the room; it had this tinge of joy, an emotion Izuku had never detected in their conversations.
"What's going on? What happened?" he said, panic setting in that somehow he had failed again to kill himself.
'You jumped, you died. I brought you back." It said as if it was just a simple matter of fact.
"Why would you do that?"
"Oh, little Midoriya, because there is such potential there. I just needed to break you down to bend you to make you mine. But do not worry; playtime has just begun."
Izuku wondered what was going on. Till he heard footsteps approaching, he couldn't focus on the person as they leaned over him; he just saw glistening fangs.
"Time waits for no one, little one, well, almost no one. I have waited long enough, and I will wait no more." Something hit Izuku's tongue; it was warm, heavenly, and pure ecstasy and pleasure. He ached for more than, without warning, the pain started.
He was in so much pain that he tried to pass out, but something wouldn't let him. His body was being ripped open; bones were being broken. Such pain. He tried to close his eyes, and for a moment, he could. Then the scalpel came. And that was no longer an option; one cannot close their eyes without eyelids. He didn't know how long this happened till. Finally, the sweet release of unconscious claimed him.
Sadly, he regained consciousness. He would have opened his eyes, but not having eyelids meant that just the bright light flooded his brain. He lifted his head and looked at his chest. Then the screaming started. His rib cage was flayed open. His entire body was open; there were things there in him. Then there was someone over him again; a man. Black hair and silver eyes' he placed his finger on Izuku's lips. "SHHHH." the man said; it wasn't a request but a command, Izuku didn't understand, but he obeyed; the screaming stopped.
"Now, let us begin again."
He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He tried, but his mind wouldn't let him; when the man touched his mouth, he couldn't make noise. He could feel hands moving inside of him. Organs are being pushed around. Skin being stretched and torn. He couldn't feel his extremities anymore. When he saw his heart being lifted out of his chest, the sweet release came again.
It happened repeatedly; he didn't know how many times or how much time was passing. He would awake to a new sensation of pain. Now and then, the sweet elixir would grace his tongue. That was heaven. He would hold onto that sensation for as long as possible. In all the pain, this was all he could hope for. They were tearing him apart but why? How was he still alive? Every once in a while, he would hear the man's voice; he was the one bringing him the taste of heaven. Izuku realized what the elixir was; it was blood, and the man gave him blood. He would hold his wrist over Izuku and let it drop in. Izuku didn't care anymore as long as he could taste the blood.
"Do you want me to stop? I can leave you to true oblivion."
"No, don't leave, please I need you; I love you." The words flew out of Izuku's mouth and were all true. This man was his life; he would give everything for him. "Please, no. Please stay." He pleaded with every fiber of his being. "Don't leave me alone again; I cannot bear the thought of not being near you." The man smiled.
"It is an ok young one. I hear you. I will stay with you."
The pain began again, always the pain. An endless cycle. He didn't even know anymore.
Finally, he awoke, finding no bright lite, no metal table, and even his eyelids were back. He was looking around almost franticly around the small room. There was a man there, but not the one he sought, not the one that he needed. He could feel his arms and legs again; he looked down at his body. There was muscle of all kinds, lean muscle, no scars on his body except the ones on his wrist from a failed attempt. No burn marks, nothing; his body was flawless. Then the smell hit him, blood.
The man was bleeding; he saw the blood as the coppery smell filled his nose. His mind was intoxicated; he felt his canines extended. Something primitive took over. All he could see was red. It was almost an out-of-body experience. He leaped upon the man and tore into him. The man tried to struggle, but it was to no avail. Izuku was stronger than him; how was that even possible? Izuku was stronger than him. He broke the man's arm without even trying. He bit into the man's neck and devoured the sweet nectar within. He felt better. He could feel it flooding his body; for a moment, the hunger subsided. But then it was back. He heard the door unlock. The man on the floor was dead; it was then that Izuku was able to notice the man was covered in Yakuza tattoos.
"Come to me, young one. These men seek to keep you from me. Do you want that to happen?" The voice called to him mentally, rich with emotion, beckoning Izuku.
He needed to be near him, his master; he loved him. These bastards tried to keep him away from his master, and rage boiled inside. He advanced to the next room there was another man with a knife. He leaped at Izuku and stabbed him; it was painful but nothing like before. But the man was within his grasp this way. He reached out and caught the man in a crushing embrace. The man's arms and ribs broke as Izuku tore into his neck again. It wasn't the same as when the red rage had overtaken him. This time he could savor it. It was not as good as the one he loved, but good nonetheless. It excited him, aroused him, and was confusing, but he kept drinking until nothing was left, dropping the corpse, and he felt the rush again. Then another door.
This continued with more rooms, more people, more victims, but most importantly, more blood. Eventually, he burst into the final room, and he saw him. His beloved, his reason for living, his master. He is sitting on a throne; he is handsome and unearthly, with unnaturally pale skin, pristine black hair, piercing silver eyes, and an impeccable grey suit with a purple tie. This was the first time Izuku could see him; he almost wept at the sight; he was gazing upon his god. Standing beside him was a blonde woman with the same silver eyes; she was wearing a red dress with ruby-red lips, a knowing smirk dancing across her face.
"Come to me, young one. Come and receive your reward." his master called, beckoning him forward. But the joy in his voice called to Izuku; his master was happy to see him and wanted him.
The man extended his wrist, and Izuku knew what was expected of him. He moved forward, and suddenly, he was kneeling at the side; he lowered his mouth to the wrist. He was looking for approval. The man nodded. Izuku fangs extended, and he drank. Before it had just been a drop, or to now, the fount burst for. It was too much; the joy and the pleasure overwhelmed him, he could feel himself orgasming, but he didn't care. He could hear the woman laughing and clapping excitedly. He doesn't know how long he was there; time meant nothing until he heard. "Enough, young one."
Izuku stopped immediately and sat there kneeling, the smell of his blood and seed filling his nose. He dared not move; The Master hadn't permitted him yet. The woman came and knelt before him. Taking her finger, she swept up some of his seed and placed her finger in his mouth. "It's warm," she said. "Not as potent as we could hope, but that may change with your blood father."
"Good, take care of him, Agatha; I have things to attend to. Please do not disappoint me, young one. She speaks with my voice to you understand. Do as commanded, and I shall reward you."
Sex/Coerced Scene
Izuku nodded. Then his beloved rose and left, leaving him alone with Agatha. She reached down, lifting him by the chin. "Follow," he did as he was commanded. She spoke with The master's voice, and the Master's voice was absolute. She led him down a hall to a richly decorated room, pointing to the bathroom. She told him to clean himself thoroughly, and he did as he was told. He emerged from the shower; the warm water was heavenly, the dirt and grime now gone. He looked at himself in the mirror; his hair was long, and the curls were loose, hanging past his waist. His body was different, the changes he had slightly noticed as he slaughtered his way to his master apparent now in the mirror. He was tall, 6'4 by his guess, with nice broad shoulders and lean, tight muscles all over, his entire body remade. He looked down at the scars on his wrists, wondering why there were left there, but he didn't care. He knew he had been sculpted by his beloved, had been reborn by the will and power of his beloved. If he could serve him, nothing else mattered anymore; all the master had to do was command it, and Izuku would do it.
He emerged from the shower, his eyes falling to the bed with sheets of black satin. Agatha lay there naked. Her body was flawless, pale with soft pink nipples. There was a light tuft of blonde hair between her legs. Her breasts were large and full, with a nicely tapered waist and full hips. She seductively spread her legs, beckoning him over.
"Come young one, please your mistress." she cooed.
He approached her, crawling across the bed, and looked into her eyes questioningly. He had seen porn but had never done anything like this before. Even his wildest fantasies couldn't have prepared him for this.
As if reading his mind, she said with a smile. "I will instruct you. If you do well, my father will be pleased; don't you want to make him happy?"
"Yes, Mistress." It was all the encouragement Izuku needed to make the master happy.
She began to give him instructions he followed without question. He positioned himself between her legs, inhaling her scent; it was sweet. He extended his tongue, indulging in her nectar; it was divine. He lightly stimulated her clit as instructed before she gave him more instructions. Long licks along her womanhood, her moans began to feel the room; he was intoxicated. He was making her happy and, by doing so, pleasing the master. He dived into the act, deeper, experimenting, exploring, his enthusiasm spurning him forward. She would give slight instructions, left, up, deeper. He listened to her instructions and body; something was driving him. It wasn't long before she moaned louder, her hands wrapped in his hair, bucking her hips into his face; the cries of "Yes, Pet" filled the room. She exploded onto his face; he desperately attempted to capture the juices spilling forth. This was his mistress. Her father was the master; he had to make the master happy.
She pulled him up, guiding his hard cock to her womanhood. "Now, Pet, you are going to fuck me. You will not cum until I say. I will be displeased if you do, as will your master."
"Yes, mistress."
He could feel her opening for him as he entered. As he slid his entire length, she gasped. He was so big that he stretched her out, and she loved it. She had helped build this part and had been waiting. "Now FUCK ME, PET"
He began slowly searching for a rhythm. The drive to please spurred him forward; this was amazing, almost on par with blood, but quite different from master. She raised her hips to meet his, setting his rhythm. Once he had it, he didn't lose it. She was crying out in pleasure as orgasms began to wash over her.
"Harder Pet. Fuck me like the Master is watching" Something let loose in him. He could feel unnatural strength surge through his body. Soon the room was filled with bodies crashing into each other and cries of "Yes, Pet" and "Mistress." He would beg to come, she would tell him no, and he could feel it suppressed. It was the sweetest torture. Soon she was on her knees as he took her from behind, pulling back on her hair. She was screaming in sweet ecstasy. Till finally she said those magic words. "Cum, Pet, fill me with your seed." The permission released him from his torment as he felt himself begin to spasm. He collapsed onto the bed. He barely heard the command. "Floor pet, you sleep on the floor."
He crawled to the floor and fell to sleep. He dreamed of pleasing the mistress while his Master would tell him how proud he was. He knew this was wrong somewhere in Izuku's mind, but he couldn't go against the master.
The next day he was kicked awake. His mistress had him bathe and clothe her. He was allowed to wash as well. He was led into what was best described as a dojo. "Now, Pet, it is time to teach you about the blood."
What followed a painful but enlightening lesson. He could use the blood to increase his overall physical prowess, he could use it to force heal wounds, and he could even use them to power abilities. He could tap into the blood to increase the five senses and see auras. He could move at a supernatural speed, and his strength could obtain even higher levels than just augmentation alone. She severed his arm, and he could even call upon the blood to pull it back to himself to heal. She beat him down and forced him to heal, there was no hunger in the morning, but every time he called upon the blood, he could feel the thirst. Soon she brought someone in, and he was told to feed; the hunger was almost too much. As he approached, something in his mind triggered; he could see this person's sins play out; he was an abusive man who had forced himself on his daughter. Anger rose as he pounced on the man and drained him dry. In the dark corner of his mind, there was a spark. It was small, but it was there. That night was a replay of the night before. He needed food not as much as before; what he needed was blood.
The days began to blur; he would wake and be trained by his mistress in combat, then academics, and even something called Blood Magic every night he would service her. When granted, he would enjoy the release, but it was not for his pleasure. It was hers. He could not find release without her say, so he could not go against her wishes.
The master would appear periodically, and if Izuku learned his lessons, he would be rewarded with blood. If he didn't, the master would punish him; those lessons were the worst. The violence and the pain returned his mind to be on the table. The worst part was that the master looked at him with disappointment and denied him the blood. With every denial, the spark inside him would get just a bit brighter.
He learned at an alarming rate. He was mastering paths, Blood, Water, Elemental, Fire, Mind, and countless blood rituals. Each was rewarded. His blood powers began to increase his speed and strength as well; his power of perception which he learned was called Auspex; he learned to control those of weaker will (Dominate); he even learned to hide first with shadow, then even alter his appearance or disappear completely (Obfuscate). How to command a room and those around him (Presence). He could track the time this process had taken him; it had been years since that night on the roof. Each increase fed the spark more. It was now a fire.
He still loved his master, but he could feel himself trying to pull away, but the blood would call him back. He was to be his master's weapon; he was so powerful because of the master's blood. The master had not embraced someone for close to 1000 years. They had pulled him back from death, broken his body down, and remade him. He was made this way so he could walk in the day. The sun was not his enemy as it was the Master.
Agatha wasn't of the blood, yet he couldn't overcome her no matter how hard he tried. She started to take him out and teach him how to hunt. How to find "cattle"? This would stroke that hidden flame. He learned how to take the little drink she called it. How to stalk or seduce a victim to an out-of-the-way place. He couldn't always kill. That would draw too much attention. While they were powerful, they could still be killed.
She told him hunters existed and would come for them if they brought too much attention. Doing so would bring attention to the master. Agatha explained that while Izuku was powerful, he was still mortal. He would live an exceptionally long time, but not forever. He could heal from almost anything, but the fire was hazardous, and losing his head would mean his immediate demise. If drained of blood, he would enter a deep sleep to which he would be unable to defend himself, but if given time, he would awaken again.
They start to give him errands. He would complete them the best he could, wandering the streets of Tokyo. Mostly he was sent to fetch things from odd places. But it was when he was sent to kill a woman that things took a shift. He found her quickly enough, but when he read her sins, something changed. She wasn't perfect, but she did not warrant death, having been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and heard something she shouldn't. It wasn't even her fault; her quirk had caused these earphone jacks to form on her earlobe. Because of that, she had a superior hearing. He knew the master wanted her dead; it was then that the hidden fire roared to life. He cornered her as she was exiting a music club one night. Then his mind went blank. When he returned to himself, he felt like he had done what was required. He went home and claimed his reward.
-Mika Jiro-
She was in Tokyo with her husband; they were scouting a small-time band that was making their rise. After enjoying the show, she stepped back to call her daughter home when this man walked up to her. Mika was a loyal married woman, but this man was gorgeous. Tall and broad, she could see his rippling muscles underneath his tight black shirt, long curly green hair hung down his back, piercing bright green eyes met hers, and she felt like the air was sucked out of her lungs. She was mesmerized; her phone just hung limply in her hand. A single thought entered her mind as this Adonis leaned in and whispered in her ear. She shuddered, feeling his breath. "Leave Tokyo tonight. Find a pro hero and tell them the Lord of Blood walks the streets." Then everything went black. There was no one there. Her husband emerged to check on his wife to find her standing there.
She wanted to go home; they needed to do so now. He was confused, but hearing the desperation in her voice, he didn't argue. They left within the hour.
-Shota Aizawa-
Shota Aizawa was many things, pro hero: check, teacher: check, borderline narcoleptic: check, hunter: double-check.
He was not a narcoleptic; he needed to sleep a lot because of his hectic teacher and pro-hero schedule. He also slept a lot because that was when he could see her. Mikito Tsukuyomi.
His Mikito, the love of his life. He should be with her now and their son, but he couldn't be. He was alive, and they were dead. He would try to dream every chance he got in hopes of seeing her again, of being in the doctor's office and hearing his son's heartbeat. Those were the times he smiled. Those times were gone. The dreams were often of the night ten years ago when The Lord of Blood had invaded his life.
He and his teacher had tracked down a coven of those damn nightwalkers. What they hadn't expected to come across was the Lord's son; the battle had been intense. If it weren't for Endeavor, they would have all been killed. Sadly, he had lost his teacher that night; but Endeavor had come into the fold. His power over fire was indispensable in their battle. Over the next few years, they had decimated The Lord's network and driven him into hiding. He had felt victory on the tip of his tongue, only to become ash in his mouth. The Lord had found him and ensured that Aizawa would never forget the encounter. He had tried to find him since, looking everywhere. His enemy had fled to Europe, where Aizawa lost him. He was grading some papers when his phone went off. It was Endeavor. "The Lord of Blood is in Tokyo."
Finally, it was time. He was going to settle his.
Endeavor and he landed in Tokyo in the early hours of Tuesday morning; Gang Orca, Vlad King, and Warlock joined them. It was Warlock that stepped up.
"This is bigger than we thought." Which caused Aizawa to raise an eyebrow. "He has a new errand boy who appears to be a day walker." Warlock slid a photo over a tall green-haired boy. "He has been moving around town for the last six months; it wasn't until we got the tip that we could dig into it some more. It seems like he is gathering components of the Blood Moon ritual."
Aizawa's eyebrows shot up. "How sure are we?"
"Rumor was unconscious for three days."
"Fuck. Everyone, if we don't find The Lord of Blood, we will have a night of the living dead. We need to find this guy and find him fast." Aizawa spits out.
Gang Orca reached to his ear. "We have eyes on him, and Agatha is with him."
"Perfect, fucking perfect," Aizawa said, a sadistic grin spreading across his face.
-Third Eye Summons-
Agatha was talking to the shop owner as Izuku stood outside. He was feeling confused. The night prior, he had grabbed Agatha by the throat while pleasuring her. He felt his fingers flex momentarily like he was ripping her throat out. And today, when she told him he would be rewarded, he didn't want it. He loved Master still, but something was burning in his gut. This conflict had distracted Izuku; he barely saw the person on the opposite building's rooftop.
"Mistress, someone is watching us," he reported.
Agatha closed her eyes for a moment. "Shit, we have to leave now. Izuku, kill the shop owner. We need to go." She ripped the box from the owner and went outside to the waiting car.
Izuku crossed the store quickly, and it happened again like the woman in the alley. The next thing he knew, he found himself stepping into the car.
"Is it done?" Agatha asked.
"Of course, Mistress."
"We need to be prepared for the hunters to come. You are to protect the Master with your life." her voice filled with urgency.
"Of course, Mistress. Life is not worth living without the master." Izuku said, desperate now to return to their haven. He had to protect the master; that master was all that mattered.
-Shota Aizawa-
They burst into Third Eye Summons expecting a blood bath. Instead, they found the shop owner in the back room, unmoving, eyes open.
"Be on guard, everyone."
The owner turned to them with a jerky motion. "Are you Hunters?" he said, voice hallow no hint of emotion.
"Yes," Aizawa said, recognizing the signs of someone who had been Dominated.
The shop owner rattled off an address, and they collapsed. Shota was stunned. Someone inside the Lord's organization is a rat. How was that even possible? There was no chance in hell that it was Agatha, maybe this mysterious green hair, the day walker, but how was that possible? This could be a trap. He should have held back but couldn't; his blood lust was too high. If the Lord slipped passed them, he might never have another chance.
"We are going to hit it and hit hard. Orca, call the police and get the area cleared. Vlad, you come with me. Endeavor, burn that mother fucker to the ground."
-Izuku-
They returned home quickly. Agatha had made a few calls on the way. When they returned to the base, there greeted a group of low-level villains. Agatha barked out orders as they made their way deeper into the base.
"Who were those people?"
"Cannon Fodder," she replied. "They are here to slow down the hunters and hopefully kill a few. Now gear up. They will be here soon."
"The master?" Izuku said desperately.
"I will tend to him. Now do as you are told." Agatha barked.
"Yes, Mistress."
Izuku grabbed a few weapons from the rack and took a stance in front of the stairs leading to the masters' chambers.
-Shota Aizawa-
"The scouts report that many thugs showed up out of nowhere," Orca reported.
"This has to be the place. We need to see if there is any underground chamber; that is where the Lord will be the sun is still out. Check for tunnels. We need to get them blown as soon as possible to prevent avenues of escape."
"I'm on it," Warlock responded.
I got you now, you son of a bitch.
Soon explosions rocked the area around the building.
Aizawa screamed into the radio, "Go, Go, Go."
-Izuku-
Explosions rocked the area around him. He could hear the sound of fighting upstairs. He turned to the tunnel with worry. What about the Master?
-Shota Aizawa-
The battle raged around him. He was wadding through these thugs, pushing toward the back, when the wall exploded, and Endeavor came bursting in with Gang Orca.
"The outside has been taken care of. Let's clean this up."
The thugs started to panic as Endeavor and Gang Orca entered the fray. Their sidekicks flooded in, overwhelming the villains. Shota raced towards the back, followed by Endeavor and Vlad King. They moved through checking rooms as fast as they could. They turned the corner and saw a young man with green hair blocking their way and holding a hand ax.
Shota was almost in blind rage as he raced at the man. The man seemed to hesitate, then Shota activated his quirk, and the young man moved instantly. Shota barely had time to react, using his scarf to deflect the ax, but the young man crashed into him, sending him into a wall. Shota blinked as he impacted hard. The young man froze, but Vlad King did not as he rocketed in Blood flowing over his fist and landed a vicious uppercut sending the man crashing into the roof.
"Endeavor, take Eraser Head and go get the Lord. I'll hold off whatever this guy is."
Endeavor raced past, grabbing Shota and rocketing down the stairs. The green haired pushed off the ceiling, soaring after them.
"No, Master," he cried. A wall of fire erupted from Endeavor, blocking the man's path. He barreled through it and contacted Endeavor's face. BOIL BLOOD. Endeavor rocked back in pain. "Go, Easerhead; this kid is a blood mage."
Eraserhead leaped down the stairs as fast as he could.
-Izuku-
Izuku stood in the hallway with Vlad King on his right and Endeavor on his left. He had managed to get the attention of the fire hero, which was good because the Master was down there, but it was terrible because he was now surrounded. Endeavor fired off a blast of fire as Izuku dived under it, narrowly avoiding it. As Vlad closed in, Izuku hesitated, which cost him as he knocked him into the wall and another room.
"Go, Endeavor; Eraser is going to need help."
Izuku rushed the blood hero. Vlad knew immediately that he had to avoid contact at all costs. The flurry came fast and furiously. He noticed something. This green-haired monster was not moving as fast as when he had attacked Shota; he saw that his attacks would almost hesitate like he was telegraphing them, allowing Vlad to counterattack and avoid the strikes. As the battle raged, the fire inside Izuku was getting stronger.
-Shota Aizawa-
He raced down the stairs. He had to be there. The Lord of Blood had to be there. He rounded a corner and came face to face with Agatha. Her face twisted into a vicious sneer. "Hello Shota, how is Mikito?"
He roared and rushed her. She quickly dodged his first attack, which was a vicious right. She countered with an ax kick which knocked Shota to the ground. He bounced up, and she kicked him into the far wall.
"Well, I take it," she said mockingly.
Shota launched in again as she went in for another kick. Shota slid underneath, sweeping her leg, knocking her onto her back. He pivoted up and landed a solid elbow into her gut, forcing the air out of her lungs. He immediately put himself into a mount position and began to rain down vicious strikes. He was in a rage as he rose to land another blow; she swung her legs up, catching him around the shoulder and ripping him off her. She quickly regained her feet, her wounds closing. Shota got up.
"I'm going to fucking kill you; then I am going to kill your father, you fucking bitch."
"Aww, you seem upset, Shota. Did you and Mikito have a fight? Was it something over your son? You know boys will be boys." her mocking continued.
Shota knew she was baiting him. But he couldn't stop himself. He wanted her head on a platter. He rushed in again, activating his quirk. She smiled and blurred out of the way. "You should know better, Shota. Your little power doesn't work on me." The flurry came fast and furiously; Shota couldn't even counter. Blood flew out of his mouth as he crashed into the wall. He tried to move away, but she was on him instantly. The flurry continued. He couldn't do anything; she was going to going to kill him. He knew better. He had risen to her bait, and now he was about to fail.
He was listless as she grabbed him by the hair, raising him. Her arm morphed into a blade. "Goodbye, Shota. Tell Mikito and your son I said hi."
He had failed. Mikito, I am coming.
-Agatha-
It was too easy. Little taunt. That was all. Now, goodbye, Shota.
She prepared to strike.
Then something happened. Her arm wasn't there anymore. It had been consumed by fire. She screamed, dropping Shota.
-Shota-
His eyes snapped open from the sudden heat, seeing Agatha's arm disappear in the fire. He drew a blade from behind his back and plunged it into her neck. Her scream invigorated him, wrenching the blade free; he swung it with all his might. Blade met the neck bone. Blade won.
-Agatha-
She was in shock. Her arm had been burnt to a crisp the Shota had buried a blade in her neck. She was going to enjoy killing him. She was going to make Izuku pleasure her until dawn on his corpse. The room was spinning.
-Endeavor-
He reached the bottom of the stairs to see Shota was about to get killed. He extended his hand, unleashing his flame. Her arm was no longer there. Shota responded in an instant, and Agatha's head went flying.
-The Lord of Blood-
His eyes snapped open. Agatha was no more. He felt his daughter die, his rage grew.
-Shota-
The building shook violently as blood spikes erupted everywhere. The screams filled the night, and a door at the end of the hall exploded. Out stalked the Lord of Blood. Shota stood with his blade still wet with Agatha's.
"Hello, my Lord, have you come to join your son and daughter?"
-Izuku-
He felt Mistress died. He was able to ignore the flame inside for a moment.
Vlad King screamed in pain, and Izuku grabbed the blood covering his arms. BLOOD TO WATER. Using all his vampiric strength and speed. He broke Vlad's arms and sent him a flying thrust kick. He turned to race down the stairs, and blood spikes exploded everywhere.
-Shota-
"Get ready, Endeavor. He leaves in a pile of ash, or we do in body bags."
Four arms made of Blood sprouted from the Lord. His eyes began to glow red. "I agree."
Shota rushed as Endeavor dashed to the side, letting loose a torrent of fire. A blood shield rose, deflecting the fire, and Lord rushed to engage. Shota fired off his quirk as the shield collapsed. And the arms fluttered but held up. He threw his scarf. One of the hands caught it and yanked him forward right into The Lord's fist. Bone crunched. Shota launched a short distance back, but he pulled on the scarf, rocketing him into the Lord, and hit him with a dropkick sending him stumbling. The Lord raised his arms to strike. Shota's used his quirk, and the arms disappeared.
Endeavor used this moment to strike and send a blast of fire to blind the Lord. He rocketed in, coating his fist in the fire; he drove the flaming fist into the Lord in the ribs. Shota followed with a kick to the other side. The blood arms reformed and grabbed his attackers, flinging them backward.
-Izuku-
He raced down the stairs. As he entered the hall, he immediately saw Agatha's headless corpse. Many emotions ran through him. Sadness, Anger, Satisfaction?
He looked down the hall and saw his master flinging the heroes away. He rushed in a full speed catching Endeavor right in the ribs.
"MASTER RUN"
Endeavor recovered quickly as he blasted at the boy with fire before rocketing into him and sending him flying. He rolled and dug his hands into the ground, slowing his momentum. He launched forward, pressing his attack against Endeavor. He managed to land a few blows channeling Blood to Water as he did. Endeavor recoiled in pain before engulfing the boy in the fire.
-Shota-
He activated his quirk, ducking under a swing by the Lord but failed to dodge the other arm as it cracked into the side of his head. The Lord advanced quickly as his blood arms came flowing back in. The assault was furious; Shota was doing his best, but he kept getting battered about the head making it hard to activate his quirk. He needed to break through. He needed something. Then he saw the green-haired boy get engulfed in fire.
-The Lord of Blood-
This was getting annoying. He needed to dispatch this rabble and get Izuku out of there. Nothing else mattered. The boy needed to live. Then he felt a rush of heat to his right. And saw Izuku engulfed in flame. He screamed. He sent a blood lance at Endeavor, impaling him in the side. The pillar of fire fell. He could see Izuku was incredibly hurt, but he could tell he was still alive.
-Shota-
The assault had stopped. The Lord's attention was diverted. Shota launched in, wrapping his scarf around the Lord's neck.
"Endeavor, light him up."
"Eraser Head, what about you."
"Just do it."
Endeavor reached deep his flames began to take on a dark red hue.
"Burn you, son of a bitch" Shota hissed.
-The Lord of Blood-
Nothing else mattered now. He had to get Izuku away. He felt the flames coming. He sent his blood to Izuku, the blood enveloped the boy, and the runes sprung to life.
Endeavor rushed at him with the red flames.
Shota was holding him in place. It took him a moment to notice that the Lord was not fighting. His blood arms should have sprouted, forcing Shota to struggle more. He looked past Endeavor and saw the boy enveloped in blood and runes. He heard the Lord of Blood whisper. "It's too late, Shota. I win." Endeavor struck the Lord as Shota kicked off his back.
"HELLFLAME," Endeavor roared.
The Lord of Blood was engulfed in flame as Izuku disappeared. There were no screams of pain; all Endeavor and Shota heard was laughing.
Izuku awoke in an alley. He could tell the Master was dead, and he screamed. The flame inside exploded; the scream was cut short. Izuku stood in the alley, smiling.