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you were drinking at a nearby bar on a cool, windy night in the red light district. tons of prostitutes, old, creepy, drunk men hitting on girls, violent crimes committed by a-list villains, and human trafficking done by mafia leaders to gain more power.
but even though there were dangerous crimes being committed near your area, you were drinking your problems away as usual. the feeling of numbness washing over you.
this is what you wanted.
the feeling of peace and quietness, well- it was quiet and peaceful in your head. the alcohol was clouding your mind and washing out the background noises.
daydreaming about an imaginary life where everything wasn't so fucked up.
a life where society doesn't have to depend on puny heroes to save the day.
sounds like a dream.
as if it would actually happen.
you believe in hero killer, stain's ideals on how this hero society is messed up and people becoming heroes just for the money and fame. not because they actually care about the civilians in danger.
if you couldn't already tell, you were a villain.
you were known as the psychotic villain, the devil spawn. cheesy right?
you were known to be an independent villain that did whatever they pleased. you were known especially for your twisted ways of killing someone. those lives you ended, meant nothing to you. and that's how you got your name.
but most importantly the name, devil spawn, came from your quirk. you didn't have an official name for yourself. you just let people call you whatever they wanted to.
if people took the time to dig actual useful information about you, then the most information they would get is your full name. but that was pretty much it.
your background info wasn't really that important anyways. your parents? dead. your ex-boyfriend? dead. you killed everyone important in your life.
why?
because they were shitty people.
getting back to the point, everyone's going to die some day, so why not do them a favor and end them now?
happiness doesnโt last.
while you were drinking peacefully, a businessman came up to you, "i finally found you, you're pretty hard to track down y'know?"
you rose your eyebrow in confusion. a random middle-aged man with round glasses with a cigarette placed between their lips came up to you and was talking to you. interrupting your inner thoughts.
who the fuck was interrupting your drinking session?
you were still sober but a bit tipsy due to the strong alcohol. but otherwise you were a bit pissed since you wanted to drink alone with no interruptions. a frown etched across your face but still listened to what the man had to say to you.
a lot of people in this area recognized who you were but they were a bit wary of you due to your psychotic ways. they never ratted you out and neither did you. so everything was fine between both parties.
you had multiple encounters with the police and couple of heroes, one being erasurehead. they failed to capture you though. you would often appear out of no where just to mess with the heroes a bit. you wanted to feel the rush and get some more excitement in your life.
i'm not saying all heroes are bad, because there are good heroes out there that want to genuinely help. but no matter how many good heroes there are out there, there's always going to be a lot more shitty heroes.
but back to the situation, you were beyond annoyed.
"you probably will recognize me after i introduce myself, i go by the name giran."
oh he's the c-ranked villain, known to be a greedy businessman. also an affiliate of the league of villains.
this was a part of your quirk. your quirk is devil spawn, the name itself is pretty much self explanatory. since you were the direct spawn of the devil, you were fucking powerful but with a few consequences here and there. telling a brief explanation of your quirk to someone is fine. but covering the inner depths of your quirk and explaining to someone that if you felt remorse for something, then an expected slow, painful death is to come creeping towards you.
but you did a great job of keeping it under wraps and no one suspected of it.
the man was getting impatient from your lack of response, wondering if he even got the right person. looking back and forth from the photo of you in his hands to you sitting in front of him.
he was just the right person you were looking for.
the league of villains.
this specific group of villains peaked your interest lately. they've been on the news for their collaboration with stain. they had the same ideals as stain and made interactions with him. you wanted to check out their group for awhile but never found the time to.
luckily you weren't really doing anything at the moment, other than drinking.
"ah yes i recognize you now, is there something you needed?" you reply back, taking a sip of your drink.
"you heard of the league of villains, right? i heard a couple of rumors that you believe in stain's ideals. so what if i told you that i can get you into their base and you can have a chat with their leader?"
didnโt even have to try
"y'know what, i would really love that. do you mind taking me there right now?"
"no problem at all, just follow my lead...
devil spawn."
but even though there were dangerous crimes being committed near your area, you were drinking your problems away as usual. the feeling of numbness washing over you.
this is what you wanted.
the feeling of peace and quietness, well- it was quiet and peaceful in your head. the alcohol was clouding your mind and washing out the background noises.
daydreaming about an imaginary life where everything wasn't so fucked up.
a life where society doesn't have to depend on puny heroes to save the day.
sounds like a dream.
as if it would actually happen.
you believe in hero killer, stain's ideals on how this hero society is messed up and people becoming heroes just for the money and fame. not because they actually care about the civilians in danger.
if you couldn't already tell, you were a villain.
you were known as the psychotic villain, the devil spawn. cheesy right?
you were known to be an independent villain that did whatever they pleased. you were known especially for your twisted ways of killing someone. those lives you ended, meant nothing to you. and that's how you got your name.
but most importantly the name, devil spawn, came from your quirk. you didn't have an official name for yourself. you just let people call you whatever they wanted to.
if people took the time to dig actual useful information about you, then the most information they would get is your full name. but that was pretty much it.
your background info wasn't really that important anyways. your parents? dead. your ex-boyfriend? dead. you killed everyone important in your life.
why?
because they were shitty people.
getting back to the point, everyone's going to die some day, so why not do them a favor and end them now?
happiness doesnโt last.
while you were drinking peacefully, a businessman came up to you, "i finally found you, you're pretty hard to track down y'know?"
you rose your eyebrow in confusion. a random middle-aged man with round glasses with a cigarette placed between their lips came up to you and was talking to you. interrupting your inner thoughts.
who the fuck was interrupting your drinking session?
you were still sober but a bit tipsy due to the strong alcohol. but otherwise you were a bit pissed since you wanted to drink alone with no interruptions. a frown etched across your face but still listened to what the man had to say to you.
a lot of people in this area recognized who you were but they were a bit wary of you due to your psychotic ways. they never ratted you out and neither did you. so everything was fine between both parties.
you had multiple encounters with the police and couple of heroes, one being erasurehead. they failed to capture you though. you would often appear out of no where just to mess with the heroes a bit. you wanted to feel the rush and get some more excitement in your life.
i'm not saying all heroes are bad, because there are good heroes out there that want to genuinely help. but no matter how many good heroes there are out there, there's always going to be a lot more shitty heroes.
but back to the situation, you were beyond annoyed.
"you probably will recognize me after i introduce myself, i go by the name giran."
oh he's the c-ranked villain, known to be a greedy businessman. also an affiliate of the league of villains.
this was a part of your quirk. your quirk is devil spawn, the name itself is pretty much self explanatory. since you were the direct spawn of the devil, you were fucking powerful but with a few consequences here and there. telling a brief explanation of your quirk to someone is fine. but covering the inner depths of your quirk and explaining to someone that if you felt remorse for something, then an expected slow, painful death is to come creeping towards you.
but you did a great job of keeping it under wraps and no one suspected of it.
the man was getting impatient from your lack of response, wondering if he even got the right person. looking back and forth from the photo of you in his hands to you sitting in front of him.
he was just the right person you were looking for.
the league of villains.
this specific group of villains peaked your interest lately. they've been on the news for their collaboration with stain. they had the same ideals as stain and made interactions with him. you wanted to check out their group for awhile but never found the time to.
luckily you weren't really doing anything at the moment, other than drinking.
"ah yes i recognize you now, is there something you needed?" you reply back, taking a sip of your drink.
"you heard of the league of villains, right? i heard a couple of rumors that you believe in stain's ideals. so what if i told you that i can get you into their base and you can have a chat with their leader?"
didnโt even have to try
"y'know what, i would really love that. do you mind taking me there right now?"
"no problem at all, just follow my lead...
devil spawn."
AUTHORโS NOTE:
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