3 CH 3: Inheritance, and before the first trip to hell

Looking at the bed I felt an untold amount of fear. It was today, a week ago he awakened his quirk's. To be honest, both was amazing. The first he tried to use was the Mesmer quirk. It was the source of the purple butterfly mask mark on his forehead. it gave him the ability to create illusions, clones and phantasms. The three masters of this ability said that when you truly master and train this ability to the apex, one could change reality itself. But unfortunately, I am still but a child.

The second ability was something I had yet to try. Far too busy playing around with the illusion ability. I went to the middle of my room in case it was something flammable or destructive. Sitting down on a small chair I try to will my other quirk to work. Willing my quirk to activate I think I found it, but the moment I tried to make it work I was summoned into the inheritance.

Inside an ethereal looking plane, I got god and damnation flashbacks. Getting lost inn thought about my trauma. I did not notice the six figures materialising around me. All of them had a mighty presence, like they were lords, kings, sages and were used to authority.

I looked around me, a bit frightened thinking about their mighty powers. Especially compared to a kid that just manifested his quirk's and tried playing around with them.

Right before him stood a tall, broad-shouldered middle-aged gentleman. Long golden hair hung inn a ponytail. A full Donegal-styled beard hides his square jaw. And round glasses over his golden eyes. Sporting a classic white shirt and tie with jeans. His choice of clothes truly does not hide trained muscles underneath. While he comes of intimidating, he radiates and aura of peacefulness. Next to him was a slightly older man, still looking like he was inn his prime. Sharp cut black hair, a fancy moustache and an eye patch covering his left eye. He has sharp features, a man tempered inn war. Wearing a blue full-length military issue coat. A sword hangs by his waist. He radiates a peaceful aura, but deep down his wrath is threatening to spill over. On the other side of the golden-haired gentleman was a wrinkly old man. A crooked back, wrinkles deep and profound. Telling the tale of his life. Wearing nothing but a long white robe. His bald head shining bright inn the room, his tired blue eyes looks straight through your soul. Using a tall staff as a walking stick, he looks like death forgot about him, but time continued as usual.

Confused about how I suddenly am here after planning to try to use my second quirk. I stand like an idiot, what am I supposed to do? First, I was in my room wondering how I could use my quirk and the second after I am here with three old men in front of me.

The golden-haired man was the first to step out. With a polite greeting he introduced himself." Hello young Midoraya, or would you prefer me using your given name?"

I snap out off my confusion and give a quick response "Just call me Kai. Kai Midoraya might be my full name but just call me Kai". Its not everyday you get summoned to a WEIRD place and meet grown men, each differently dressed. But I can't quite remember, I seem to have seen them somewhere, but I can't quite remember where.

He gives a quick nod before continuing his speech "There is a reason you are summoned here the second you tried using your second quirk. And that's because it's dangerous. It's called Alchemy, and it gives you the ability to change the worlds around you. You need to draw a transmutation circle and have a deep understanding of chemistry, physics and other types of knowledge. That's why you were summoned here when you tried it for the first time. It's just a safety procedure so you don't accidentally do something you might regret. Oh, but where are my manners, my name is Van Hohenheim and I together with both Bradley and Merlin will be your teachers for Alchemy" he says and gestures at the other two with his hands. "I recon you have already met your teachers for your Mesmer quirk?"

I shake my head, the only thing I know about my Mesmer quirks was most like a sort of instinctive knowledge. Like after learning to walk, then walking comes naturally. It was a bit like that. So, I played around with some illusions and clones and what not. Just playing around but getting used to my powers. The only side effect I have noticed is as I can use my Mesmer quirk as much as I want, I just get a bigger and bigger headache. Until It becomes unbearable. More than that? Nope, sorry, no can do. I don't have the slightest clue.

Seeing me shake my head Van just sends a disappointed look at the three other people in the room. Shaking his head and taking a step back. Clearly signalling for them to step up.

Taking the hint, a masked figure step forward. Wearing a mask with a crazy smile on it. Only his purple eyes shine behind the mask, glowing inn an eerie purple. Wearing a purple suit, with clubs, spades, diamonds and hearths magically dancing all over the fabric. He walks at a brisk pace but the more I look at him the more I get this weird feeling. He is here but also not here. Right before me he stops and looks down on me. If not for his mask I'm sure I would see him sneering at me.

He gives me another look before he stars to speak. "You can call me Joy, nothing more and nothing less. I will be one of your three teachers when it comes to the deep and profound art of being a Mesmer. For as a Mesmer reality is just a toy you can play with. I shall be your teacher when it comes to teaching the chronomancy aspects, for when reality is your toy, so is time. But that is far into the future, as you have yet to learn a single thing. Just know that you should be careful, so you don't get lost inn fantasy instead of reality".

Finishing his speech, he walks back to the two others. "We will teach you, but now you have other more pressing matters to attend to. If you don't go to bed soon, you might forcefully be sent into hell" and with his last words I'm back in my room. In a panic I turn to look at the clock, not a single minute have passed. But words 'Joy' said before sending me back kept echoing inn my minds. Maybe its just a dream? There is no way that god would take a random person, give him some special powers. And when those powers awaken as a four-year-old child have him fight the army's in hell. There is no way that is true? Yes, it must be a sick joke. Muttering to myself I gently tuck myself in. Tomorrow I will just wake up at home, and all of this would have been just a bad bad dream. And with those thoughts I gently drift asleep.

Only for a brisk and terrible sulphur smell to attack my nose. Opening my eyes, I feel the dread sett inn. Grotesque creatures, roaring fires, rivers of blood. Monsters fighting and tearing each other apart. Guts, organs and innards paints the ground beneath my feet red. And I find out everything was true.