So...times between releasing chapters have been getting long. I'm sorry and I have no excuses but I also like any other flipping human on this planet have personal problems that have slammed into me like a full power punch from Kakarot.
Said problems make me want to escape from everything and head to the alps in Switzerlaand or the lush snowy plains of Greenland away from city life and into nature.
Please try to understand that since exams somehow my life has been falling down the drain. Results day is coming which may or may not make me contemplate certain thoughts.
...But anyways ONTO THE CHAPTER xx
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Both future and past Hellwalkers were staring into each other's eyes. One of surprise out of meeting the original, whilst the other of unemotional detachment.
They both looked at one another for a few minutes before it eventually became a little awkward.
"Slayer...it has been a long time..." VEGA saved the day by voicing out. The Doom Slayer nodded a little acknowledging his once trusted companion.
BLAM
Izuku bent down in excruciating pain as he felt a rocket almost tore threw him. The Doom Slayer's fist was embedded in Izuku's stomach. He hurled even further forward when the Slayer dug deeper and launched him into the sky.
'What the hell is that strength...!' Izuku thought cringing at the pain that shot through his body. His mind was wilding around as he was trying to get a grip of himself in the air, but a shadow was looming over him and before he knew it, he was rocketed back down to the ground.
His eyes went white a little before regaining color. Why was he fighting him? What did he do?
So many thoughts were going through his mind, but he had to stop thinking and start moving or he will die.
He reached back to recall his Super Shotgun and fir—
'Huh..? Where's my Shotgun?' he thought as he tried to recall it back from his storage. However, no matter what he tried it wasn't being summoned back. He looked a little distraught as he quickly turned back.
BAM
A fist slammed into his face that sent him flying across Immora. He crashed through debris and whilst it did not hurt, the punch to his face was burnt him. The Doom Slayer rushed forward in an attempt to catch his face and bring him into the ground once again. However...
Izuku had finally locked in.
He caught his wrist before the Doom Slayer could grab on and looked up to him with annoyance and anger as he pulled him down before launching his own fist straight into the Doom Slayer's face. The predecessor's face jerked to the side with a small albeit very tiny hint of surprise etched across his face before it was wiped away.
Izuku got up and launched his own set of barrage of attacks that the Slayer retaliated in return with his own as they were in a deadlock of punches. Moving at speeds faster than light, the battle shook all of Hell as the shockwaves of their punches began to warp reality around them.
Daisy and the rest of her crew of toys jerked up, startled as they saw space bending around them in the cave. The tiny Slayer ordered them all to pack everything that was essential because he knew that Izuku was in a heated battle. This had never happened before.
The demon miniature figures nodded as they began packing everything necessary for their adventure because as they know it, this may be the final days of Hell itself. Daisy hopped to the toy Slayer and with hand movements, the Slayer deciphered that they must go to the tomb of souls.
They all had their stuff ready as each of the demon toys looked determined to help their friend and helper Izuku as they all ventured into the portal that was opened up for them, courtesy of the tiny Slayer opening it up for them.
As they reached the tomb of souls, they all looked startled as they saw a blurred figure whizz past them and crashing towards more debris. Looking back, Daisy as well as the rest had a worried expression. Coming out of the smoke, was Izuku looking tired and a little drained. He was breathing a little heavily as he clutched onto his dislocated left arm.
Looking down towards it, Izuku gained an even more serious look as he went off to the side and with no ounce of pain, he slammed his shoulder into the wall, popping the arm back in place. He rolled a little before gaining a boxing stance and keeping light on his toes as he saw the terror walking through the heavy smoke.
The Doom Slayer walked taking his own time as he gazed towards Izuku finally getting ready again. Launching back into the fight, the two crossed fists as the power of their respective forces had once again began to change the landscapes of Hell and even further beyond...
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(On Earth)
"Are you seeing this damnit?!" a hero shouted as the wind pushed him back sending him flying. However, it was just in time when the number 3 pro hero swooped in with his large red feathers protruding from his back and successfully caught him and landed him to a safer range.
Hawks landed next to him as he stared up covering his face a little from the strong winds that were coming from cracks in the skies. He was bewildered. Phenomenons like this has never happened before, not in the past million years. Sure, clashes with quirks can cause mass large explosions, but for continued and prolonged uses of time was something different.
The cracks in the skies weren't just located in Fukuoka where Hawks's agency was found. Not just in Japan.
But all over the world.
All around the globe, everyone was watching this deranged event as the winds slowly got even stronger until there were detections of tsunami's and geographical formations moving as earthquakes had formed reaching up to:
7.6 in the Richter scale for Asia.
8.4 in the Richter scale for Africa.
6.8 in America and crossing over to Europe.
Screams cried out across the world as the wind pressures exceeded past normal means and had caused cataclysmic events. Back in Japan, All Might as well as Green Telek looked in shock seeing these occurrences whilst trying to help civilians from falling debris as buildings were falling and breaking down.
Along with them were other heroes also saving as many people as they could as well as resisting the power surges from the skies as much as they could, but even they could not go against it and some starting being pushed back and flown away.
"Kyah..!" Mt. Lady shouted as the air pressures even pushed her backwards and almost falling onto a group of innocents if not for Death Arms holding her and Kamui Woods wrapping as much wood as he could around he body and attaching said wood to destroyed buildings, catching her in place.
"Lady, are you alright?!" Kamui shouted concerned for his friend as Mt. Lady looked up and then behind her seeing the scared civilians. She was in horror that she almost trampled onto them.
"N-No it doesn't matter!" She spoke as she turned to them,"are you all okay?" she painfully spoke as she felt guilty. Much to her surprise the civilians nodded and shouted that they were fine, explaining that the winds were too much for even her so they understood.
All Might smiled a little as he saw his daughter helping out the people out of buildings as well as the rest of her classmates also providing support for the civilians as they all used their various quirks. They had started a little under a month back and they were doing so well.
...He just wished he could see his son also be in the same position.
All Might shook his head as he pulled out another before looking up to the cracked heavens,"Who the hell is doing this...?" he whispered aloud.
Green Telek rushed over as another familiar blizzard and Flame hero came along to Musutafu, seeing as how the strongest pressures were coming this city's skies.
"For now, let's save as many as we can. COME ON!" Endeavour roared as All Might snapped back into it and the duo husband-wife heroes jumped back in.
A little ways away in the centre of Los Angeles stood a large penthouse and a singular man standing at his balcony as he gazed up to the sky looking in wonder. He let out a little chuckle as he turned back to see his piano in the centre of his room and the large bar behind it.
Walking over, he poured himself a drink before going back to his balcony and took a sip as he brushed up his short dark hair a little more.
"I guess the little Slayer is having some fun...?" he chuckled taking another sip before he sighed and looked beneath him seeing the heroes saving as much people as they could.
"I don't think he knows that it's affecting the mortal plane though...dun't he?" he amusedly thought.
"...Well it isn't my business," he quickly finished before gulping his whiskey and walking back into his penthouse and going back into his bed.
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(In Hell)
*BAM *BAM*BAM* x??
Both former humans had no idea of the surreal changes that were occurring in the real world of which were caused by the clash they made.
The Doom Slayer rushed forward throwing a haymaker with Izuku swiftly dodging before landing a mean right uppercut to his jaw sending him higher into the sky. He rushed just above the Doom Slayer and sledgehammered him back into the ground.
Izuku landed back onto the ground waiting for the dust to settle. Not long after did he hear thuds coming out of the smoke as he saw him standing straight and staring at him.
He doesn't know how long he has fought the Doom Slayer for, nonetheless, he didn't want it to end.
Zooming faster at even greater speeds with the Slayer matching him, they once again began trading blow for blows with each connection practically destroying the reality around them. However, each punch that Izuku landed had become even faster, sharper and more refined.
Izuku slowly began to close his eyes as he blocked each and every one of the Slayer's attacks, throwing his own counter attacks which were even harder and stronger than the last.
The Slayer, albeit small, sported a short smile on his face as he saw his unofficial successor finally fighting with everything he has with no other limitations. He can no longer feel the chaos of consciousness but the elegant purity operating on impulse alone.
Izuku is now solely focused on the Doom Slayer now or rather on the battle itself. He's throwing his whole body and soul into the fleeting moment of each strike, allowing the flames of his power to rage through him. Unrestrained by the walls of thought, the gap in their powers, his hesitation, his impatience, his fear.
He has given them all to the fire and let them burn. So that now there is only himself, his opponent, and the fight.
Soon he would reach a realm still faster, keener and deeper than instinct, where even that awareness would blur and fade. And even beyond that...
The short smile sported across the Slayer's face dimmed down as he grunted feeling knee pressed into his gut as he hunched and was sent flying to the floor creating a crater with blood coming from his mouth.
Izuku crash landed into the crater standing before him as he looked down. He had defeated the Doom Slayer. A once in a lifetime achievement that no man, woman, child, God or demon could ever accomplish. He watched as the Slayer slowly stood up holding his gut where the final blow landed and put out a hand.
"It seems the Slayer has admitted defeat. He wants to shake hands with you as an sign of respect," VEGA said. Izuku didn't need his clarifications to know what he wanted as he also put out a hand before clasping together.
"I would hate to interrupt, but your battle has undoubtedly affected all therealms," the AI spoke out as Izuku looked to the skies seeing monstrous winds and cracks in the space forming above them. There were fissures splintered across the skies as both Slayers blinked seeing what they caused.
Suddenly, a small bundle of noises could be heard as they both walked out of the crater to witness a rather peculiar site for Izuku, but a mildly shocking discovery for the Doom Slayer.
It was Demon toys gang all looking up to them in wonder with the leaders in charge being the tiny Slayer and the same adorable bunny that the Doom Slayer had many many years ago.
"Her name is Daisy," much to the shock of the Slayer as VEGA continued,"Izuku had also found a pet rabbit and named her that. Much similar to your pet."
The Doom Slayer looked to Izuku who knelt down as he saw his successor's Daisy hopping into his arms. He nodded slightly in approval seeing this sight as he reminisced on his past relationship with his beloved former pet. 'Like looking into a mirror,' he thought.
The Tiny Slayer went over to both the Slayer's and saluted them before turning to the other demon toys and nodding them over. They were a little unnerved but with Daisy's further support, they ushered over to the past and future Slayer's before they all began to salute.
The Doom Slayer raised an eyebrow turning to Izuku as he then looked over to the blue formation of a portal that formed for them to walk through, leading to an unknown area. It was high though.
It was so high above Hell that he could see a shining gate in front of them far beyond. Izuku looked a little wide eyed as he turned to the Doom Slayer before pointing towards the light, indicating if that truly is...the path to home.
He got his answer as the predator nodded before heading to the side with Izuku a little confused but trailing behind along with his smaller companions, 'The walls were plain...' he wondered but not before his predecessor waved his hand over as the first layer's of the wall began to crumble. Low and behold, were in-scriptures. Murals even. It was showing the journey of the original Doom Slayer with words splintered all around.
'Flynn Taggart...' Izuku read in his mind assuming that this was his predecessor's true name as he witnessed his history.
In the time before reckoning, when the realms of mortals and the abyss were divided only by thin veils, there came forth a man of flesh, mortal in body yet boundless in rage. He was a warrior without title, whose blade was forged not in the hearth of kings but in the furnace of his own fury. In the wars of the old world he fought without rest, breaking the legions of Hell with mortal weapons, until the number of his slain could no longer be reckoned. It is said that his eyes beheld no fear, for in his heart burned only hatred for the spawn of the Pit.
In their malice they cast him into the endless bloodfields, where no mortal might survive. Yet the warrior did not perish—there he raged still, and the demons learned dread. For countless ages he waged the unending war, each battle feeding his wrath, each victory breaking the pride of Hell. It was there that the Sentinels beheld him, a lone godless champion who scorned both death and mercy. They named him Doom Slayer, and in the Fortress of the Night Sentinels they armed him with the Praetor Suit, a relic wrought with powers unknown, binding his mortal frame to unyielding steel.
With the Sentinels at his side, he tore through the hordes of the underworld. In the Cataclysm of Argent D'Nur, when Hell's armies poured forth unnumbered, the Slayer stood at the gates until the rivers ran red with demon ichor. It is carved in deepest runes: "Where he treads, the ground shatters; where he strikes, the legions falter." But treachery struck—betrayal from within the Sentinel ranks delivered the realm into Hell's grasp. The Slayer was lost to the void, entombed in cursed stone by his foes, yet even there he did not sleep, for his spirit remained aflame.
In the hour of mankind's darkest peril, when Hell's corruption bled into the cities of Earth, the Slayer's tomb was unsealed. The stone cracked and the ancient warrior rose, his fury undimmed by time. With gun and blade, with blood and fire, he returned to the war without hesitation. No prophecy could bind him, no god could command him. In the chronicles of the ages it is written: "He is not their savior, nor their champion—he is their end." And so long as the legions of Hell endure, so too shall endure the Slayer, the scourge eternal, whose vengeance is without mercy and whose war is without end.
"..." Izuku stared at the murals portraying the forgotten past. A past that had disappeared from history. Pointing to the section of the mural where they entered Earth, Izuku was confused how no one knew about this. How there was no recollection of anything abnormal such as demons crossing into Earth hundreds of years ago.
The Doom Slayer could only glance at him before pointing to another section of the ancient inscriptions. When the great war had ended and the last gate was sealed, the Slayer beheld the ruin of Earth—a world scarred by fire and shadow, where every heart bore the memory of Hell's touch. Knowing that such memory was a wound that would never close, he sought the hidden vaults of the Seraphim, where relics older than the first dawn lay shrouded. There he found the Veil of Atheris, a device wrought in the age before flesh, whose song could bind thought and unravel remembrance. With neither counsel nor warning, the Slayer set the Veil upon the Earth, and its silent wave passed over all living minds. In a single breath, the horrors were erased: no man, nor woman, nor child could recall the demon's form, nor the burning sky, nor the screams that had split the world. The cities stood scarred but empty of cause, the dead unremembered by the living. Thus did the Slayer bear alone the truth of the war, carrying the burden in silence, for he knew the peace of ignorance was a shield stronger than any wall.
He could only nod a little as this was what it meant to be a protector of humanity.
The Doom Slayer, nearing the end of a brutal campaign through Hell, made a deliberate choice. Not to carry all his weapons onward, but to leave them scattered across the infernal realm as markers of his journey. Each weapon became more than just a tool of destruction; it became a monument to a specific battle, a chapter of his war carved into Hell's own flesh. Each placement was intentional, the locations chosen for their history and their violence. They were not offerings, nor trophies, but way points.
A grim map through Hell itself. Any warrior following his path would piece together the Slayer's story not through words, but through the weapons that had ended worlds. When the last was placed, the Doom Slayer walked on, hands empty, yet carrying the same unrelenting fury that had built this trail of iron and blood and vanishing from the planes of eternal torment.
Izuku lifted up his super Shotgun that he got a while back. Staring at it, he could only have a flicker of memories coming back as he remembered the first moment he took possession of the annihilator.
Feeling a weight forming on his shoulder, he turned seeing Daisy perched but pointing to the opposite side of the wall, making Izuku wide eye a little as he walked over to it.
His own history. It was displayed out from the moment he entered the hellish pit and his own journey. The first pile of demons he killed, his search for the Hell Priests, his first meeting with VEGA, and everything else. All the way up until...
Himself staring right back at him. An image of his withered but older and prime self staring right at him.
He sighed as he turned to the side seeing the Doom Slayer, "...What now...?" he spoke quietly and hoarsely.
The Doom Slayer only pointed to the shining bright light that was the gate leading back to Earth.
"Earth...still needs a protector..." The Doom Slayer spoke out as well quietly but roughly. Izuku could only nod as he could remember vivid images of people with bad intentions and having weird superpowers that could potentially harm innocents.
He was standing infront of the gate as he could feel himself being drawn to it, but hesitated as he turned around and before he could say anything.
The Doom Slayer had disappeared.
Izuku could only shake his head a little before letting out a small smile as he swivelled round to the gate. He placed his helmet back and fixed it in place. The tiny Slayer and Daisy were both perched on his shoulders as the gang of Demon toys had tears from leaving their home. Although they had pointy teeth and red eyes known for showing evil, they still had small tears flowing down as they left, but a huge smile was plastered on all of them as they wanted to experience a new adventure.
Izuku walked forward before being blinded by the light.
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(...On Earth)
Izumi was perched at her window, staring across the horizon as she sighed. Having bags under her eyes was an absolute bitch for her, but she wouldn't complain because these damn cracks were causing trouble for everyone. She meant EVERYONE.
Ever since these cracks came a few days back, the rest of her class were on the field saving citizens non-stop from falling buildings and terrain's being shifted. What shocked her was that there were rumours that this was not even from a quirk anymore. This was something even larger. But she still believed this was definitely a quirk.
Someone evil enough to try and harm the innocents.
Her father was in a meeting with some other heroes discussing the events of the 'Strikes from Heaven' as some religious lunatics called it. The cataclysmic event on a global scale had scared a lot of people and so the people wanted answers. Therefore she hadn't seen her father for a few days, but her mother was still around.
...She hoped. She really really hoped...her brother was okay. Wherever he could be.
Tears were starting to form but she wiped them away and was about to get up when all of a sudd—
CLAP
She flinched as she swung around seeing a large thunderbolt crash down a few blocks away from her. It looked like another one of those 'strikes' so she went downstairs quickly putting on her hero costume. As she got down she also saw her mother with a worn out, yet ready face to investigate, "Izumi, whatever happens, stay back."
"Got it." she could only respond abruptly but understanding as they ventured to the source...
What they found there...was something they could never believe...
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Guess who was moving like King Von...
yessirrr we're back on EARTH. now shit's gunna go downnnn
Also even more stuff to say but I'm really feeling like I hit rock bottom. I did my driving theory for a second time and I still failed. If i wasn't already contemplating certain thoughts, I certainly am now.
I really have no else to tell this too and I feel like this was the only place I could tell at least someone, even if you may laugh at me. It's fine though don't feel sorry for laughing.
Also slight update, results day was a few days back...
I'm just gunna come out and say it. I wanna commit suicide.
...yeah.
gimme your thoughts x