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[UberHero Rising]
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GRAAAAAAAAGH ROOOOOOOOOOAR!!!
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The death throes of an ancient evil cried out to the skies.
It grasped its head as its form slowly erodes into a pitch black fog.
It fell to the ground with a roaring thud, a deathly scream bellowing in the air as dust was kicked up from the sheer weight of the beast.
Its monster-like form fully decays and spews out poisonous-like smoke that even being near the vicinity of it is enough to make one gag.
Within the smoke, all that is left is a giant spiky eyeball, it looked at its killers, and with a final glare, it shuts its eye one final time.
The vast empty valley, filled with dead trees, dark skies, and an infinite fog, seemingly fades outs of existence. The illusion fades, once a land devoid of all life, filled with nothing but the stench of death, changes to that of a giant room with two corridors on opposite ends.
All that is left of the monster was its singular, giant spiky eyeball.
The silence was deafening. Until…
“WE DID IT!!!”
A cry of celebration filled the empty room as the “heroes who defeated the ancient evil” cried out their joy and pride.
It was over it was finally over.
As the heroes high fived and hugged each other in celebration, one of them, bearing a flag with a simple symbol etched into its fabric, said to his companions, “Alright alright everyone! Let’s get to it.”
As he says that, one of the heroes cried out “Alright! Loot!”
The others followed suit with his chanting of loot, safe for the flag-bearer who facepalms at their antics, and one other hero wearing a teal-blue mask riding a chariot, who simply chuckles.
The flag-bearer simply sighed fondly at his fellow companions antics and seemingly endless greed for all things shiny and deadly.
He grabs his flag and raises in the air, the Masked Hero sees this and nods. He hops back onto his chariot, spear in hand and thrusts the air.
“PATA! PATA! PATA! PON!”
A four-beat drum of strength and bravery echoed throughout the empty halls as the heroes marched on to the end of he corridor, to the end of their mission.
“PATA! PATA! PATA! PON!”
Music filled the empty room as 5 Heroes, the size of children but with the strength and power of Deities, marched on. Their goal of slaying the Ultimate Evil has finished.
Now… Earthend awaits.
It was empty…
It was quiet…
An infinite void…
His body lays down on seemingly nothing, yet lays down all the same.
A voice in his head reaches out…
“…”
“… What…”
“…”
“… I’m… Oh. That’s right. Arch Pandara is no more…”
All he could remember after exiting the dungeon was a bright light…
“…”
“… A choice…?”
“…”
He was silent. Thinking what to say to the disembodied voice…
“…I offer my soul, and save the Patapons…”
“…”
“… Yes. Absolutely…”
“… It is done, Great Hero…”
A blinding light shines the vast infinity. Until all that remains is the spotlight that shines on the Masked Hero.
His body was levitating high, shining like a beacon. Until…
PING
It disappears, the brightest light consumes his body, then his teal mask.
Not snuffed out. No. It filled its final purpose.
His sacrifice saved a civilization. And he had no regrets. It was his final act after all.
“This… is Earthend?”
The flag-bearer and his companions woke up in a strange new land, filled with greenery and trees as far as the eye could see. It was truly paradise.
“WE DID IT!” one of the flag-bearer’s companions, who was a dog-hybrid with one eye, with a giant Longhorn twice his body size echoed out in joy.
He turns around and hugged his other companions, one of which was a frog-hybrid with a shield and spear, and the other a giant pig twice their size holding a club, who both graciously hugged him back.
The flag-bearer stood up and marveled at The Land now known as Earthend, “We did it… we actually did it! Lord Kami! We – ” he turned around, trying to find the Final Hero of the party, the Masked Hero. The UberHero.
He was nowhere to be found.
“…Lord Kami…?” the flag-bearer said again. His companions watched the flag-bearer and his worried look.
They all looked around and found no sign of the Masked Hero.
The flag-bearer simply sat on the ground. His companions sat with him. There was no celebration. The joy they felt earlier was gone. They knew in their hearts that Kami did something. Something good.
As they silently watched the endless horizon, a gentle breeze brushes the flag, as it calmly flutters with the wind.
Their journey has ended. But at what cost.
At a giant clearing, statues of small children-sized creatures with a single eyeball as a body, stood in the rain.
Such cold rain…
In the vast empty area filled with hundreds of these statues holding various weaponry, rain poured seemingly endlessly… until the sky cleared.
A beacon of light from the heavens shined upon their petrified bodies.
CRACK
Slowly, cracks started to appear on their bodies. Slowly, the stone whittles off their bodies, freeing them of their curse. They stood freed but unmoving as if their petrification has not freed them mentally, until one by one they blinked.
They have all woken up now. The Patapon Army has been revived.
At first all of them were confused, dazed, and slightly sick to their stomachs (if they have one… probably), until they heard it.
“I finally found you all!”
The Patapon Army looked at the female voice with a crown of leaves on her head and is holding a staff.
“Come! Lord Kami is waiting. As well as Hatapon and the rest.”
She marches forward, passing the gigantic chest on her way.
The Patapon Army shrugged and followed her, all the while chanting a song of strength and bravery.
“PATA! PATA! PATA! PON!”
As the spotlight on the Masked Hero shuts off, and all that left is the empty void, a dark and maniacal laughter filled the silence.
“Gwahaha! Finally the UberHero is gone for good! He and his pathetic Patapons might’ve destroyed Arch Pandara and the 7 Archfiends, but there is always another way. A better way, and I know just what to do!”
The voice now showed itself as a literal Dark Star with a singular purple eye.
She shoves her tiny hands forward and with all her might, musters her Dark Magic.
She struggles greatly, but after her work is done, it will all be worth it.
“Grrrk! Just a bit more…!” she grumbles to herself, concentrating all the while.
Suddenly a dark explosion bursts forth like a supernova of darkness.
In his her hand, a cluster of purple stars appeared, chained together in a sphere. Filled with the powers of the 7 Archfiends.
Rage. Lust. Pride. Greed. Gluttony. Sloth. Envy. All trapped in a singular orb. With this power, it would mean certain doom for the Dark Star’s enemies. Mainly the Patapons.
“Gwahaha! All I need to do is start over! Find other hosts, better hosts. And soon the world will fall to ruin! I’ll make another Arch Pandara! Maybe Dark Pondora! No, Gheek Dongora is better! Yes!”
While she laughs maniacally at her soon to be successful evil plan, another voice shouted in the vast emptiness.
“Shzamm!”
Another star appeared, except instead of being dark, it was pure silver with a mustache. He looked old. Older than the Dark Star.
The Dark Star turned around and glared at the newcomer, “You!”
The Silver star simply smiled, even without a visible mouth, “Me!” he shouted joyously.
“What the hell are you doing here, Silver Hoshipon?!” the Dark Star shouted at the old silver star, now named Silver Hoshipon.
Silver simply laughs, “Why I’m here to make things right, Black Hoshipon!” he says so while eyeing the Dark Orb on his counterpart’s hand
The Dark Star, now named Black Hoshipon, glared at the old star with confusion, “What do you – ” before she could even notice, Silver Hoshipon glowed bright, briefly blinding Black Hoshipon, then he threw something at the orb.
BlackH was oblivious to SilverH’s act, as the orb glowed brighter and brighter. It was as if the sun was on BlackH’s hands.
Both of them covered their one eye, until finally they saw the orb. Instead of it being a cluster of chained dark stars, it was now like a solar system, with the Dark Stars now varying in colors, orbiting a singular bright sun in the middle. The chains that held the stars where now glowing bright, and was attached to the “Sun” in the middle. It was a marvel, a beautiful sight to behold…
“IT IS A TRAVESTY! WHAT DID YOU DO?!” shouted BlackH.
SilverH smiled, “What I have to do. I will not sit idly by anymore,” he smiles at the “Sun” in the middle as he continues, “They all deserve a second chance. They didn’t deserve what happened to them. Especially the king, his son, and the others as well,” his one eye showing sadness as he thought of one particular individual, whose rage knows no bounds, due to no fault of his own.
“… Him as well. Lost everything he held dear… Consider this as my apology to them on behalf of the Patapons. I hope wherever they go, they find the peace they need, even Lord Kami.”
As he says that, the orb suddenly glowed brighter and brighter until it disappears from the void. Shooting out towards a crack in space that closed up the moment it went inside.
Black simply stared dumbfounded at the place where the orb was supposed to be. The power of the Archfiends is gone. All of her remaining magic was now wasted, her plan foiled before it even started.
She growls at her counterpart, “YOU OLD FAAAART!!!” all the while floating towards him with malice and vengeance, not that it do any good as she can’t fight. At all.
She floated towards SilverH who simply chuckled and floated away from BlackH’s wrath.
Albeit slowly…
[Musutafu General Hospital]
A woman with beautiful green hair lays in her bed. Her belly filled with the gift of life, as she softly rubs her pride and joy. Her reason for absolute happiness, second to her loving husband, which he once pouted with jealousy once he heard the good news.
Speaking of which, said husband was sleeping next her in a chair at the side of her bed. His hand softly gripping hers, filled with nothing but love and joy.
She smiled at her lover’s peaceful face, but she knows any minute now, that face would turn into absolute panic, all the while stuttering uncontrollably. She loves that part of him.
She breathes in and out softly as she can feel her baby sleeping peacefully inside her. She wishes nothing more than a happy life with her growing family.
She looks out of the window beside her bed. She sees the ever peaceful night dawning in front her window. She sees the starry night sky of Musutafu. It was beautiful. So very beautiful.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees a shooting star pass. She chuckles at the coincidental encounter, as she closes her eyes and thought to herself, ‘I wish my baby would be born healthy and filled with nothing but joy and laughter. No matter what, I will always love them.’
She breathes in and out, controlling her breathing once again as she looks at her belly, then at her sleeping husband, “Good night you two…”
She kisses her husband’s fluffy red hair, then gently rubs her belly, as the night took her energy as she sleeps peacefully in her hospital bed.
The shooting star from outside suddenly changed course mid-flight, as it was now on a collision course towards the Earth.
The star glowed brighter and brighter, yet smaller and smaller, until it reached the window slowly, as if it was merely a wisp of light.
The small orb of light searched around the room with both occupants unaware of the “intruder” as their sleeping faces was all but oblivious.
The light shined above the woman’s belly as it slowly sat itself on top of her, with the woman none the wiser.
The light was then slowly absorbed into her womb, into the baby curled up inside. The baby glowed, as its silhouette filled the belly, until the light dimmed down, and then all was now normal.
The next day, Inko Midoriya was now screaming at the top of her lungs, as she grips her husband’s hand, threatening to crush it to dust… as if it weren’t already.
Her husband, Hisashi Midoriya endures the pain however, as he sat next to her, whispering sweet things in her ear to keep her occupied as the doctor prepares the delivery.
It had already been hours upon hours of fear and pain, for both of them.
The doctor suddenly says to her, “Almost there Mrs. Midoriya! Just a bit more!”
Her husband then joyously said, “You hear that honey? Its almost done! Just keep pushing!”
She suddenly grips his hand tighter than ever before as she angrily glares at her husband, “I KNOW THAT YOU SCALELESS FUCK!”
He shudders at her (reasonable) anger. Yet… slightly aroused. ‘NO! Don’t think of such things… yet…’ he thought to himself, mentally preparing for his future “duties”.
After a few more minutes of pain and agony, for both Midoriyas, a soft mewl can finally be heard, as the baby cried loudly.
“Congratulations Mr. And Mrs. Midoriya! It’s a boy!” the doctor says as he cuts the umbilical cord and cleans the baby. He wraps him in a towel then gives him to his mother, who was now crying with tears of absolute joy. A bit too much. The room as now flooded with tears, but the nurse was already prepared, as the salty water of joy was now being drained out.
She holds her crying baby in her arms, as she softly coos and lulls him to sleep. Her smile never dropping for a bit, as her tears were slowly stopping (finally).
Her husband, now with a cast in his hand, tearfully smiles at his wife and newborn child.
They already knew what they were going to name their precious son…
They both said to their baby boy at the same time, “Welcome to the world, Izuku Midoriya.”
The baby now named Izuku, was now sleeping peacefully at his mother’s arms. His future brighter than the star he was wished upon.
[???]
All there is, all there ever was, for the longest time, was darkness.
All they see is the chained monument binding their souls for eternity.
It was torture. Until they were finally freed. Their memories came flooding back.
They opened their eyes and...
Wait… eyes?
They stood up suddenly, but blood came rushing back to their heads, making them sit back down in pain for a bit.
After the headache subsides, they stood up again then turns around and behind them was an upside-down triangular monument, with a single symbol etched in the middle. A symbol they knew all too well…
They growled angrily and their eyes caught a sight they wished they never get to see again, a dark red mask in the shape of a wolf. Memories suddenly floods their mind again as they see some sort of ghost with sharp teeth with the mask floating beside it. He clutches his head then looks at the mask again. His eyes filled with rage, and he threw the damn mask far away from him.
He calms his breathing and gazes at the monument again, slowly grabbing his bearings and calming down, until he sees his reflection in the monument. He doesn’t recognize what he sees at all.
He sees a very young red haired boy, with freckles shaped in a diamond pattern on each cheek. He was young, far too young, he was most likely 4-ish years of age.
He looked at the reflection once again, then on his hands in front of him. This was undeniably him, staring back at his eyes. Which surprised him, considering he now has two eyes... and a face… and a proper body…
“… What the fuck…” was all he could muster, until his hairs stood on end as he feels something running towards him, and it was fast approaching.
Instinct took over, as he summons his blood-red claws and prepares for battle, but notices something different from them, the claws were bathed in red, as they should be, but the design was changed. Instead of them being three-pronged, attached to a crimson red gauntlet, they now consume his entire forearm, its claws were now longer, thinner, but still nonetheless deadly, dyed in crimson red. They were truly formed into the shape of a Wolf’s claw. Even though his body was still child-sized, it still fit him perfectly like it was his second skin. A permanent part of him.
He shrugs at the change for now as the figure was now in front of him. He was surprised at the sheer speed of the attacker.
He barely managed to block a strike to the head. He tried retaliating with a slash to the neck, but finds his attacker nowhere to be seen. He hears galloping coming from behind him and sidesteps.
He punches forward, hoping to impale his would be attacker at the side, he then screamed at the top of his lungs, “DRILL PUNCH!” as his tiny arms suddenly rotates in place, not literally spinning, but the sheer force he creates was enough to make his victims feel like they were literally being torn apart with a drill.
He hears his prey neigh in pain, when he notices the horse rider suddenly tried stabbing him, he retreats backwards only to run back with reckless abandon, rushing in with his other arm that was also “spinning in place”, threatening to rip the attacker to shreds.
Instead of hearing the squelch of blood and viscera, he instead hears a sharp clang.
Someone else stood in the way of his attack. It was a gigantic green shield. His extremely acute sense of smell helped him identity a scent of poisonous fragrance emanating from the shield, a smell he knows far too well…
“Slogturtle…?” he whispered.
He hears cackling from behind the giant shield, as a small figure stood behind it. And what he saw confused him even more.
Behind the shield was a carbon copy of his face and body, but instead of red hair, he had bright, and extremely unkempt green hair, with bangs covering his eyes. His face was grinning from ear to ear as his sharp teeth was all the red-haired boy can see on their face.
The green-haired boy pushed back the red-haired boy with surprisingly enough strength to level a building.
His small figure lazily stepped to the side and beside him stood the horse and his rider, who the red-haired boy knows as well.
“It has been a while, Ragewolf. Do forgive my… sudden appearance, I… wasn’t quite myself for a while,” the horseback rider says while tending to the wound of this steed, which healed extremely quickly.
The horseback rider stabbed the lance he was carrying to the ground and rubs his eyes, as if he was waking up from a bad dream.
The red-haired boy, now dubbed Ragewolf, stared at the rider and notices his small figure was also a copy of himself and the green-haired copy with a permanent grin, now dubbed Slogturtle, only this time his hair was a deep purple, slicked back into a ponytail.
Ragewolf screams in anger at the purple-haired copy, “Forgive you? FORGIVE YOU, BUZZCRAVE! You have a lot of nerve to say that after YOU and that lazy bastard tried to kill me!” he pointed at the purple-haired boy, now named Buzzcrave, then to the shield-bearing copy.
Slogturtle, as if dismissive of the insult simply cackles, “But we didn’t. We left you alive long enough to heal and escape,” he lazily dropped the shield, laid down to his side and yawned, with his arm cropping up his head, as if he was merely resting on a couch.
“That is correct Sir Ragewolf. Be grateful Prince Sonarchy gave you mercy. Besides, we were following orders, we had to put up the act so the King wouldn’t suspect us. But alas, actors, we were not. Do forgive us,” he bowed at Ragewolf , which only made him angrier.
“Fuck you and your so called “Mercy”, I had to drag myself down to YOUR labyrinth! If anything YOU should be lucky I didn’t use Superweapon Dahl to blast you to smithereens!”
Buzzcrave merely hopped back at his trusty steed, Ponteo the Victorious, and nodded at the raging redhead, “Yes. And for that I am grateful as well.”
A tick formed at Ragewolf’s forehead, “GRAAAAAGH” he screamed in anger and was prepared to attack, out of revenge and pettiness, when someone screamed out to the side.
“Boys! Boys! No need to fight~♥…” Ragewolf stopped mid-charge, as their heads whipped to the side, with Slogturtle only lazily tilting, and they saw another child appear before them.
This child was, again, another carbon copy of the rest of them, the only difference is that their hair was longer and colored sky blue. And they were undeniably female, by evidence of the high-pitched sound of her voice, as well as her lithe figure.
“You both can have me~♥!” she said while posing adorably at them, flashing a peace sign and winking. It was as if she was acting like a magical girl.
“…” all three simply stared at the new addition, all the while the girl not letting go of her cute pose.
A beat of awkward silence lingered on, until Ragewolf spoke in a soft voice, “Naughtyfins?”
The young girl, now named Naughtyfins, smiled at the redhead and ran towards him.
Ragewolf, acting on instinct, raised his claws and prepared to fight back in case of her being an imposter, but instead of an attack like he was expecting, she hugged him instead.
Naughtyfins hugged her fellow Dark Hero, and said to him, “Did you miss me, puppy ~♥” she said happily.
Ragewolf considered VERY, VERY few to be his friend, he was absolutely glad she was one of them. Although deep down inside, he wishes for something more. He shoved that feeling back inside his heart. With a lock and key.
Never again.
He hugged her back reluctantly, and whispered “…don’t call me that…”, his tears nearly threatened to spill out. He thought… he lost another one…
Buzzcrave watched their interaction in silence, his eyes filled with slight regret.
Slogturtle was sleeping.
“Well, now that’s ALMOST everyone accounted for, let’s get right into it. Starting with wherever the hell we are!”
A new voice came forward. This time their voice being oddly high pitched, yet somewhat masculine.
Not one, but two carbon copies of everyone came forward, diamond freckles and child-like bodies and all, yet again with completely different hair. One with wild blonde hair, and the other was pure black and wearing earrings.
The blond one was undeniably a boy… the black haired one… was confusing to say the least.
“Sonarchy and Covet-Hiss I presume,” Ragewolf growled, to which Sonarchy let out a hearty chuckle.
“Congratulations Ragewolf! It looks like depth perception did not fail your eyes with your transformation,” Sonarchy says with a prideful voice, despite being in the body of a 4-year-old.
“Alright that’s it!” he growled and was prepared to rip the Prince to shreds, but Naughtyfins was actively pulling him back almost comically.
The androgynous boy(?) beside the blonde spoke up in a higher pitch than the others, one would mistaken them for being female, “Now now, no fighting both of you. We are all partners here ~♥”
“Partners?! Why the hell would I partners with you after what you did to me and Naughtyfins!” Ragewolf was understandably angry at them. Naughtyfins was supposed to be getting better because of her sickness but instead she disappeared, almost never to be seen again, and as he tried to find out what happened to her, he got attacked by his so-called allies.
“Well, I would say don’t blame me… but we both know you won’t believe me. So for now accept my apology. Sorry Ragewolf~♥” Covet-Hiss winked at the angry redhead, who was currently being held back by Naughtyfins.
A figure was above Ragewolf’s monument sitting precariously on the edge, watching over them all ever since Ragewolf first woke up.
The figure, who would’ve guessed, is ALSO a carbon copy of them, but unlike Naughtyfins, who was a girl, and Covet-Hiss, who was… well… them…
The figure was a boy with freckles on each of his cheeks and had dark blue hair. The only defining features he has is that only one side of his hair covered his scarred eye with a long bang. Flakes of deep red can be seen in some parts of his hair, but was hidden deep beneath the dark blue. He was definitely going for an Emo-look, much to his dismay and reluctance. He was quite literally born that way.
Sonarchy notices the figure sitting on top, “Ah there you are Ravenous! You are late!” he says happily.
Ravenous hopped down and huffed, “I am not. You all are.”
Naughtyfins finally made Ragewolf sit down (he was pouting cutely ~♥!) and said, “You were there the whole time?” she asked while tilting her head.
Ravenous nodded, “Ever since he woke up. Guess you were slower than me, Buzzcrave.”
Buzzcrave sighed in defeat, “Alas I was. I was tending to Ponteo’s needs. His hunger is as big as mine, a curse we endure together,” he says, while patting his precious friend, who whinnies in joy.
Sonarchy looked at Buzzcrave with an odd look, “Hungry? You do realize we can’t eat, right? Where did you even get the food? There’s literally nothing in this mindscape.”
Buzzcrave seemingly ignored his Prince’s question and petted Ponteo’s head, who neighed gratefully.
Ragewolf now calmed down (somewhat) turned to Sonarchy and said to him, “Wait, mindscape? What are you talking about? In fact where the hell are we?”
Covet-Hiss spoke up with a bright smile on their face, “Well pooch, to answer your question, we have to go back a bit…”
They began to reminisce their current predicament, starting from the very beginning…
To which Ragewolf lashed out, “GRAAGH! To hell with the goddamn flashbacks! Just spit it out!”
Covet-Hiss pouted at Ragewolf’s impatience, “Fuh~, well you’re no fun. Very well. To make it less boring, our souls were trapped by Black Hoshipon hundreds and thousands of years ago, and was planning to use us as fuel to make another monster to end the world, mostly the Patapons,” they said while checking their nails with a cutesy pout.
“And how the fuck do you know that?! Were you awake the entire time?” he says so sarcastically.
“Yes.” Covet-Hiss says without any fanfare. No flirty comment, no cutesy mannerism, just plain and simple fact.
Ragewolf was almost taken back at the revelation. But Covet-Hiss continued.
“I was the first to awoke to Black Hoshipon’s rambling of creating the new Ultimate Evil, her plan, everything. Even Silver Hoshipon’s,” they said while thinking of the what SilverH said all that long ago…
“They all deserve a second chance. They didn’t deserve what happened to them. Especially the king, his son, and the others as well.”
“Silver?” Ragewolf asked confused.
Covet-Hiss coughed in their hand and continued, “Anyway, after this and that, we were spirited away to god knows where, with the Soul of Kami guiding us.”
They pointed up and a bright light shined upon them, then finally the dark void surrounding them cleared away.
The pitch black void turned into clear skies and fresh air. They were also now on a floating island with triangular monuments surrounding them. All of which had symbols of their respective Archfiends.
The monuments were glowing with their respective colors and was connected to the giant ball of light in the sky.
“Where the hell are we,” Ragewolf asked again, and this time Naughtyfins answered.
“Well… we are in the soul of another person… in another world,” she embarrassingly touches her fingers together.
Ragewolf slowly turned to her with an EXTREMELY confused expression, “…What…?”
Sonarchy continued, “Silver Hoshipon sent us across the multiverse to find a “hero” worthy of Kami’s power, as well as help “us” find peace.”
Covet-Hiss then said, “And before you ask, he meant giving us a second chance ~♥,” they said cheerfully back to their usual self.
They continued again, “All this time awake, Kami never seemed to give up,” Covet-Hiss looked fondly at the sky with a genuine smile.
“It took so so very long to forgive him. And I’m not quite sure if I still do to be honest, but I’m trying…” Covet-Hiss softly said.
They then suddenly hugged Sonarchy, “But as long as my wittle baby boy is okay, I will always be happy ~♥” their small figure affectionately hugging their blonde counterpart, cheek-to-cheek.
Sonarchy is extremely embarrassed at his Father’s love and said, “… Papa… please stop…”
It was quite awkward to say the least as they are physically the same age and face, but still act like they were father and son.
Covet-Hiss continued while still hugging their embarrassed son, “Anyway, things happened and I don’t really have a need of revenge for the Patapons anymore, Kami instead said to use that anger for “good”. I suppose that’s better than sulking here ~♥”
Ragewolf looked at Buzzcrave and Slogturtle, to which the former replied, “We follow the King and the Prince wherever they go,” Buzzcrave said with his tiny hand held over his heart, as if saluting Sonarchy and Covet-Hiss, Slogturtle was still asleep, but he probably just follows them too.
He looked at Naughtyfins, “Kami saved me. And I promised to be with him, wherever he goes…”
Ragewolf was slightly hurt by Naughtyfins’ declaration, but remembers his heart belonged to another. He was content with having her as a friend…
“Although, you know that I’m willing to share ~♥,” she whispered to him with obvious hearts over her eyes. Despite being called the Archfiend of Purity, she is so goddamn horny all the time.
He ignored Naughtyfins comment, who pouted cutely at the “rejection”, then turned his head to Ravenous, who shrugged, “There was nothing left for me in that world. Besides, even if there was, I was forced to come here anyways. We’re bound by the Archfiends the moment we wore the masks. There is no escape to this curse. The best way is to make due,” he looked up to the sky and whispered, “The Zigotons have allies. They will find peace even without me…” he reminisces the Zigotons and Patapons build the ship to Earthend.
Ragewolf shook his head but then realized, “Wait wait wait, so you’re saying you all woke up before me? And the UberHero talked to you all?” all 6 former Dark Heroes looked at him and nodded
“You were a very heavy sleeper you know, maybe even more so than Slogturtle,” Sonarchy says to the red haired boy.
Ragewolf merely growled and looked at the monument behind him. Its symbol etched in front, glowing a hateful red.
“So. We’re in another soul? What are we trapped? Because I ain’t taking orders from a jailer. Not anymore. Peace… it ain’t for me. I’m out of here.”
Ragewolf left the rest of the Dark Heroes, who simply stood by. Almost waiting.
Ragewolf was surprised none of them was trying to stop him, but shrugged off.
He jumped off the floating island without a care in the world, not even for the fact that he couldn’t see the bottom.
He could survive this fall.
After a few seconds of falling, he felt his feet hit the floor. Dust kicked up from under him as he stood up, and sees Naughtyfins in front of him with a bright smile.
“Welcome back ~♥” she says joyfully.
“What?” Ragewolf was surprised at this and looks around. Sure enough he’s back at the floating island.
He jumps off again, but the same result happened. The again. And again. And again.
“As amusing as it is watching you fall again and again, aren’t you getting tired? Three Pairs,” Sonarchy says to Ragewolf, while dropping a few number cards at the pile to make Three Pairs. Buzzcrave sighed and folded.
“A shame. It would seem lady luck is not with me for today…” Buzzcrave lowered his head in shame.
Sonarchy was playing Poker with Ravenous and Buzzcrave to pass the time.
Naughtyfins was sitting cross-legged on the floor near the exact spot where Ragewolf has been falling to for an hour. Always greeting him back with a bright smile on her face.
Covet-Hiss is behind their monument for some reason.
And Slogturtle was sleeping beside Ponteo.
Ragewolf drops from the sky again, a visible tick mark appearing in his angry face.
“Welcome ba – ”
“SHUT IT!” he cuts off Naughtyfins, who simply smiles.
He angrily huffs and walks back to his monument in anger.
“I told you. We are trapped here for a reason. Kami said the time will come for us. But not now. Full House,” Ravenous said as he shows his hand a Full House that beats Sonarchy’s Three of a kind.
Sonarchy’s mouth was agape and pointed at Ravenous, “REMATCH!” his pride forbidding him from accepting deafeat, as he demands for a rematch.
Ravenous shrugs and gathers the cards again for another match.
“Would you like to join us, Ragewolf?” the Crow Dark Hero asks his fellow Wolf Dark Hero.
“Fuck off,” he huffed out in fatigue, “Where’d you even get those cards anyway?”
“That would be me! ~♥” Covet-Hiss struts out from behind their monument, wearing what seemed to be a white cape and armor from medieval times… at least that’s what it is supposed to be if not for the fact that only piece armor they were wearing were gauntlets, and the rest is nothing more than a black piece of clothing that hugs their androgynous figure, a skirt, thigh-high socks and boots. Also the fact that their hair was now pink…
[What Covet-Hiss was wearing. No, I am not kidding]
Covet-Hiss posed cutely in front of the Dark Heroes, with Naughtyfins the only one excitedly clapping.
Sonarchy covered his face in embarrassment, yet fondness of his Father’s positive outlook in life…
Ravenous and Buzzcrave where patting Sonarchy’s back.
Ragewolf can do nothing but stare at the Snake Dark Hero with no emotion whatsoever.
Slogturtle was sleeping…
“Alright… the fuck are you wearing…” Ragewolf grumbles.
“It’s a cutesy piece of clothing I saw in his eyes! And I said I MUST HAVE IT! So I dug through his memories and had Kami create it! That’s how I got those cards them as well! I believe they call it “Cosplay”. It is a travesty how fashion THIS beautiful is not the norm for the world!” Covet-Hiss excitedly shows off their new cosplay to Naughtyfins who was enamored by the piece of clothing.
“…Wait… “his eyes”? What do you mean by that?” Ragewolf questions Covet-Hiss.
But before they could respond, the island started to shake, and Kami began to glow brighter from above their heads.
The sudden earthquake made Slogturtle and Ponteo awake from their slumber.
All of the Archfiend Monuments began to glow different colors, until they all shot out a ray of light towards Kami.
The light began to coalesce until Kami combined his light with the Monuments.
Kami shot out the rainbow colored light forwards and into the distance.
The island was now eerily quiet when Slogturtle yawned out, “Did I miss something?” after awaking from his slumber.
Suddenly, a piece of land began floating towards their Island, in fact it was another floating island.
“What the hell…?” Ragewolf whispered.
Ragewolf bears his claws waiting for a fight, when Covet-Hiss grabbed his shoulder, “Stand down, pooch. He’s not an enemy…”
“He? Who the hell is – ” he was interrupted when a voice shouted out from the opposite island.
“Um. Hello?! I-is anyone th-there?” a young voice stuttered out from the island.
Suddenly a bridge of light appeared between the two floating islands.
All 7 Dark Heroes watch as another figure walks towards their island.
This new figure, like everyone else, is a carbon copy of the Dark Heroes. His young body was evidently that of a child, his hair being similar to Slogturtle but more Dark Green and fluffy. His eyes brighter than the Kami itself, as the figure looks upon them all with wary , yet amazement in his eyes.
He slowly shuffles to end of the bridge, twiddling his thumbs together in embarrassment, “Um… hello… can you uhm… tell me where I am, please?" he fearfully asks.
6 out of the 7 Dark Heroes can only look with confusion at what transpired in front of them. Another carbon copy of themselves suddenly appear in front of them on top of a floating island.
Covet-Hiss then said to them, “He is the soul we’ve been bound to. Everyone, give a warm welcome to our “jailer”, Izuku Midoriya!” they said to the rest of the Dark Heroes, with confetti suddenly popping off above them, raining down the island courtesy of Kami.
…
Covet-Hiss was smiling happily, Ragewolf was irritated, Naughtyfins was squealing like a schoolgirl, Ravenous and Buzzcrave was curious, Sonarchy was observing the Izuku, Slogturtle was already yawning, and Izuku himself feels like he was going to wet himself in fear.
And thus, this begins Izuku’s journey of becoming a hero, as he finally meets his “shooting star”!
To Be Continued…