2 CH: 2 Eternal Damnation

When Izuku finally fell asleep, he used his quirk. Creating five ethereal clones, each grabbing a part of Izuku and lifting him onto his bed. When the task is finished, they shatter like glass. Disappearing as quickly as they came. Gently tucking his brother inn, he looks at him. Confused, like he is looking at a piece of a puzzle. Pinching himself for what feels like the thousandth time. Is this real, why me, will he still follow what was inn that manga? Questions no one can answer?

After being lost inn thought for a while he snaps back to reality and turns off the pc before leaving the room. Walking into the bathroom he stares into the mirror. Looking back is an almost carbon copy of Izuku, small differences like how their freckles are different. The most notable difference must be their hair. While Izuku already have his trademark hairstyle, his is just completely straight. No matter what he does with it, it always tends to fall again. Truly an unfathomable mystery. The small butterfly mask symbol on his forehead is a clear difference, but when he masters his power it won't be hard to hide it.

Brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed, he mutters a string of curses while thinking of ways to not sleep and still be full of energy the next day. Entering his room, he looks around. His room is truly nothing special. A container full of toys, some baby gym equipment for those who want to train their child from a young age. At last he looks at his bed, dread, fear and terror quickly start to spread. Chilling him to the core. He still can remember the voice of pity and guilt the god used at him with.

FLASHBACK (Pov change)

It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining, birds were singing, people were out drinking. And I was out buying groceries. When you gotta you gotta. Looking around at the people who all were minding their own business, I was listening to different songs and letting my imagination run wild. Everything was great until I suddenly got a cramp inn my legs, both god damn legs. I fell face first towards the hard concrete. Trying to use my arms to dampen my fall, but the second they hit the ground they shattered like ash, and so did the rest of my body when I hit the ground. No one around noticed and the ashes was carried away by the wind.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a weird mass. It was like a glob of light, magnificent, majestic, mysterious, but I also felt dread, fear and an endless terror from the bottom of my hearth. But it was weird, why was it like the being in front of me was looking at me with pity, guilt. But that must have been my imagination, how can something so majestic feel pity for 'lil ol me'. Then a deep unfathomable voice started to speak. But with each word it was like angels sang in the background.

"You unfortunate soul. It is with a heavy hearth I tell you this. The Doomslayer have fulfilled his duty. For an entire eon he has been in the depths of hell, fighting untold horrors. But with his duty fulfilled another must take his place. And you poor soul, have been chosen."

And with those words the fears become real. I wanted to scream but no sound come out. Why me? Can't someone else do it? Out of all why me? My world was collapsing. It was damnation, it was eternal damnation. No judge, no verdict. Just randomly sentenced to eternal damnation inn hell. As my mind was spiralling in chaos and terror the being once again spoke.

"You will be reborn with all of your memories intact and sent into a world where heroes and villains fight. But once your power manifest, one week later you will be sent into hell. And once again every week. As payment you shall receive one inheritance with legendary masters to teach you. Two quirks you also will be born with. And lastly three special talents, Battle instincts, Learn fast and Growth. Now young Doomslayer, your damnation has begun"

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