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Hope was like a fire.
Fire that was full of life. It was the small comfort in the dark, the cold, the evil of this world. It was the shimmery, fairy-like being that fluttered out of Pandora’s box into the world of monsters and demons. It crackled in the chests of those who wield it like a sword. It illuminated the hurt with a smile on its face.
That was All Might. A shining symbol of Peace, full of hope for anyone.
But, like fire, it could burn down everything in its wake. Incinerate forests, level cities, burn bodies to blackened crisps to be collected in urns that are filled with dust.
In Christianity, there are three known rules of God. One, He is all powerful. Two, He is all knowing. And three, He is good. But that begs the question: the trilemma of God.
If God is unable to prevent evil, then he is not all-powerful.
If God is not willing to prevent evil, then his is not all-good.
If God is both willing and able to prevent evil, why does evil exist?
Heroes, much like God, beg that question. You see, the textbook answer to the last question is the concept of free will. Ever since the fall of man, humans could choose their own sin without God interfering. They could hurt and kill and pillage and rape to their pleasure and God would do nothing because he was separated from them. Heroes live on the bright side, never once touching the dark and evil things that they don’t want to see.
Tomura Shigaraki is the epitome of everything wrong with both God and heroes.
All Might is unable to prevent evil, therefore he is not all-powerful.
All Might is not willing to prevent all evil, therefore he is not all-good.
All Might is both willing and able to prevent evil, yet people like Shigaraki still exist.
So God and All for One and whatever shitty deity in place created One for All, the Jesus figure of this world to combat the evil and save everyone and sacrifice until the sins of this world are washed away.
And it was trusted to a boy. A child. A little thing who still needed to grow up in the world. Hope and peace and divinity and death hung over his shoulder like vultures that would constantly pick at the bandages and wounds and everyday he would cover them up again and put on that smile to show the world hope. He would fight until the last breath to save everyone, not because he was God and he was all powerful and all knowing and all good but despite that. He was born powerless. He was born naive. He was born with his heart on his sleeve and tears and stars in his eyes and mistakes at every corner he turned to but he was going to be a hero damnit.
Izuku never wanted to die. He never asked for his life to revolve around the single fire burning in his chest. All he ever wanted was to become a hero, and that decision would be the one that kills him.
Hope is like a fire. One for All incinterates everything around him, burning away the life and happiness and smile he had known before. But from the ashes comes new life, a new God, a new kind of hero.
“What a big villain,” he muttered to himself.