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Not all people are made equal in the eyes of god, Izuku knew this well.
He knew it the moment he had his fateful diagnosis.
That day forward, the world seemed hellbent on pushing him into the ground. But as much as he wanted to, he didn’t hate them. He had himself to blame for the crime of his birth. He laid on his bed in the middle of the night, still sore from the burns inflicted upon him by Kacchan. He never felt the same around heat, It gave him a quiet uneasiness and heart palpitations. Sleep never came easy to him, there were times where he had the feeling he was being watched. Spied on, like he was never alone. Sometimes when he would cut through an alley or walk to school and from the corner of his eye, something danced just out of reach of his sight. He never felt alone, yet still he felt lonely.
The world had all but shunned him. The friends he did keep were also dedicated to reminding him of his place as a worthless Deku. Kacchan and his friends.
His dreams were small and frail, it wasn’t in the cards for him to be a hero. But some small irrational corner of his mind still held a small kindle of hope. It was this kindle that kept him from going over the edge, figuratively and literally. But now he was tired, fatigued. Both his body and his mind desired rest, and soon so did he. His eyelids collapsed like lead and he drifted off into an uneasy slumber as a welcome darkness overcame him.
He saw nothing but blackness, yet he was aware of himself. This was no doubt a dream, yet it didn’t feel like one. He felt very light, floaty even yet there was a floor beneath his feet. Suddenly he heard the fluttering of wings and screeching of bats. as they thrashed around, he stumbled and before him he then saw an even deeper shadow, so pitch black that Izuku could see it despite the infinite void around him. It was nearly amorphous, nebulous, raw and purely malevolent. it was a silhouette, a dark shade that was shapeless like a cloud of black smog. he gawked at it, his mind trying to process what it was, but he could not conjure up an answer.
It slowly started slithering towards Izuku, who began to panic. his instincts took over, telling him that only by running away would he live to breath another day. He tried to act on it but Izuku found that his legs would not move, as though he was paralyzed from the waist down. his lower body numb, he could not move. The shadow loomed slowly, yet its shape grew in its approach. It then was mere inches away from Izuku.
He screamed as he flinched, looking away and covering his face with his arms, but it echoed seemingly in vain as the shadow halted its advance. the echo traveled endlessly and the only Response Izuku heard was his echo, at first...
for a split moment, Izuku thought bitterly on how he was used to this, his crys for help being ignored.
Suddenly after a second of the shadow staying still, an intense, searing white and blue light shone behind him. It felt like an exit to the outside world was flung open as the sun's rays shine forth.
The shadow let loose a low pitch yell like a harmed beast as it retreated, pained by the light. it lurked away and Izuku saw it no more. it assimilated itself with the rest of the dark horizon.
Izuku, to his immense relief, suddenly felt sensation in his legs once more and as he did so, he turned around. He saw the light in the form of a large tall cross, it was as wide as a double door and tall as a house. its countenance was blue and white but the lines of its image emanated a golden glow.
Despite the brightness, he looked deep into the light.
He saw several figures, each of them black silhouettes, with only their outlines granting clues to their identity, none of them he could yet decipher. Yet all of them held what looked like the same whip of some sort, with its hilt in the form of a crucifix. But one amongst them he COULD identify.
Despite the silhouette, he somehow recognized it.
“Dad?”
the words escaped his mouth, almost by instinct.
The familiar figure suddenly moved, stretching his hand out to Izuku, as though it were an offering.
Izuku, despite the uncertainty, slowly reached out and accepted it. When he touched the figure's hand, he felt a calming warmth as suddenly a new silhouette appeared, swiftly emerging from the ground like a vertical cutaway transition. It was his height, the same short height compared to the others and had messy hair, like his. But it was also holding that same identical whip that the other shapes bore. suddenly, the new figures gaze turned to look behind him and Izuku followed its gaze.
Turning around once more towards the darkness, he then saw a large eclipse, and beneath it like a Dark Monolith, the shape of a large, terrible castle. It had countless towers and was large and imposing. Yet somehow, this blasphemous monument that stood before him had a foreboding familiarity. As though he had seen it in his deepest nightmares before, despite otherwise.
He then heard a familiar voice call out to him from behind.
“Go my son, Reclaim our lost Legacy and become a hero.”
Suddenly, the light from behind intensified, surrounding him.
his eyes opened to the same blinding light of the morning sun.
That was an odd dream…