Chapter 24

Devil, Devil casted out of heaven and cursed to never fly.

Do thou see the green grass and the blue sky?

The pastels and the dark purples at dusk?

The silver that speckles around the moon at night?

Where have thee gone?

With thy eyes as dark as coal, mind open

Why must thou be punished?

Thrown out and belittle, stuck alone on a hill till dawn.

Fire raging and pain-no, do not come, my love.

For wings once as white as a dove;

Now, charred, useless, and broken for havin' outspoken.

Betrayed by my brethren and father, I must never be accepted nor freed.

-excerpt from The Devil's Prison

Author: L.F. Garcia

A/N this is not a real poem nor a story

I pass by people, ignoring their existence. I wish to never have been here. Cursed to watch these pathetic insects chase each other and murder until the end of my days. Why else would they feel the fierce punishment from my hand and my hand only? These insects need to be killed. They have no reason to be here. Those damned people casted me out for the way I am! They chose these cockroaches over me! I chose to have a free mind and I was thrown aside like Sunday's garbage.

Why? No, it does not matter. I do not care for the reason anymore. I will get my revenge on them, even if it means I get to exterminate these pathetic things as I reach towards my goal!

Of course, I feel obligated to clear things up. I was never a bad person. I mean, I never once believed that I was a bad person. I always did what I was told by my parents when I was young. They don't seem to understand that I did it to make them happy. I mean, had let my youth rot away from doing everything I could to please them! So when I moved away from them and gained a mentor, I did not do anything wrong! I followed orders and made sure I didn't make a mistake, so why was I thrown aside once again? Why am /the bad guy? I never did anything wrong! How many times do I have to say that? I was always the good little girl who made sure everyone was happy. Why did I get the short end of the stick? What did I do to deserve this? Just because I have a different view from my mentor and their friends? I was supposed to be loved, supposed to be trusted, yet it just seems like I'm Lucifer being casted out of Heaven for my views and beliefs. I sit on a hill surrounded by fire and listen to the wailing of the tortured sinners around me. Those white, majestic wings that one could be proud of are now charred and broken, decayed from the fires and hate they've received.

I was once naive-ignorant to the ugly truth around me-and when my views on humans changed, I could not stay that ignorant girl that they asked. I had to do something or else I was going to be left watching as everything went to Hell. The years I've spent watching these pathetic humans whore and kill and cheat and do things against their little religion yet look down on the others that don't do the same the hypocrisy have shaped my beliefs, and because I have a different perspective than everyone else I was thrown out!

This Earth-no! the people are pests, infecting and polluting this beautiful world. Oh and it gets better too! People with quirks, they're the worst thing ever to have happened. I admire their idiocy. It's admirable how bullheaded people can be. I was once again casted aside for my lack of a "quirk" and I knew for a fact, that it does not matter if one has a quirk or not-they're nothing. Useless humans that should bow down to me. I have power! I have harnessed it, trained it, and able to do things unimaginable with it.

My thoughts are disrupted when I bump into someone. The cursed little boy. The second time this week. Midoriya Izuku. He apologizes and helps me with my books, not bothering to read the covers. I bite back a scowl as I take them back.

"Thank you for the help," I say with faux politeness, rearranging the books in my hands.

Books on Satanism and witchcraft. The looks on people's faces are quite hilarious but hey, I have my interests and if they don't like it they can deal with it. I sigh, waving at the stranger. It's difficult, really. I cannot fathom why someone would ever help a complete stranger. If it's this easy to fool people, how is it that not everyone have gotten killed off just yet?

Well, not everyone is as into killing as me, I presume. The rush of watching their life drain from their eyes, oh it's exciting! I love the way the blood is just the right shade of red to paint with.

Call me insane, call me a freak-I don't care! If anything, I'm unique. From what l've seen, people do it for the thrills or revenge, but sooner or later they'll be caught. No, I haven't yet because l've thrown them off completely-for a while. The police were chasing their tails with a male murderer, but then the boy just had to get them looking for a woman. No, they have yet to suspect me and they haven't released anything to the press.

I come to a sudden halt in my tracks, my eyes widening as I stare at the ground for a few seconds. If the news doesn't cover the whole murders again, I will love to find that brat and have some ... fun with him. It'll be enjoyable to hear his screams of agony as I rip his flesh apart with my knives, carving him up and if I feel like it-maybe I can rip his heart out and just enjoy the terror on his face and in his eyes. I want to break his spirit before I do that. I'd like to feel the heart slowly come to a stop. That will be amazing. Maybe if I want, I can send it to the heroes-to the police, or even Tsukauchi. The thought of the horrified look on the detective's face? Oh, it's exhilarating! Now, I have to plan! I have to get everything ready! I start laughing. "Oh, lzuku, I cannot wait to meet you," I whisper, grinning madly as I promised to rip the boy to shreds.

Humming, I make my way to my chamber. I need to feed the man. Surprise he's lasted as long as he had, but I know for a fact he'll crack under the pressure. I've seen him. He's hallucinating already.

The screams that rip from his throat is beautiful.

It's amazing watching the way he screams and fidgets, yelling out profanities and shriek with terror. Voices, screams--it's all in his head. Don't fret, it'll all be over soon. That is if you decide to cooperate with me and do as I say. If not, well, the Dark Room may be your new home.

I can see him shivering in the corner, clutching at his ears upon hearing whispers and screams while surrounded by the rotting carcasses of other animals, blood, urine-oh! how the stench must be quite terrible! I can not believe I haven't don't this before. He is slowly being driven mad, the hallucinations-Iwant to see but it cannot be recorded. His reactions, though, seem to make the mystery all the better. He's lasting a lot longer than I thought, but I can see it. By the next day, he should be ripping at his flesh, he should be ripping out his hair and screaming harshly. Maybe I should add a little music. I should turn on the lights just to slow down his descent into madness. If he chooses to work, then, with kindness in my heart, I'd let him. Haugh when another scream erupts from the man when the tray of food slides onto the ground beside him. "Eat, now. Or else, you won't get anymore for another two days, or until I decide to be generous." Let's have more fun, exposing you to this too long will only get boring.

If Shouta ever had a good plan, this is not it.

Putting Bakugou and Midoriya together is always going to have problems. He knows that, he's seen them interact. If anything, the whole thing could blow up in their faces. Katsuki won't cooperate which might lead to Izuku getting angry and saying something to the both of them, then that may lead to Toshinori chickening out of the plan to speak to his successor and the plan to get rid of the tension fails and worsens the tension. Aizawa groans when he realizes this. "Why does my class have to be so stubborn this year?" he mutters to himself gaining looks from Shouto and Momo. He sighs and shakes his head, rubbing his face as he waits for their bus to come to halt where they'll be doing the exam.

Midoriya is thinking. Bakugou sits away from him as far as he can. All Might is hoping that they can work through their differences but he knows that that won't ever happen. He sighs, glancing between them before lowering his gaze onto the floor. He really needs to work through these two's relationships.

Midoriya has watched his classmates during training. His gaze set on watching the fluid or the sporadic movements of his classmates and seeing how well two of them work together. He could see that some of them knew how to work together with others-unlike one person in particular, his partner. He had watched everyone work well together but Bakugou. In conclusion, the teachers have made a terrible mistake with making this team. He can see Kirishima and Bakugou working together better than with anyone else. Izuku sighs, rubbing his temples. Tokoyami and Tsu are a good team. He knew that already. So are the others, they'll be a good team--well not Sero and Mineta (if it involves a woman on Mineta's end) but they are a better team than the devil ("Don't insult the devil!" that sits in the same bus.

Taking a breath, Izuku glances at Bakugou before looking at the number one hero. He listens to him explain the situation, telling them they can either fight or they can run. If they fight, they have to put cuffs on him. The test is judging them on decision making and teamwork. Once All Might is finished he leaves them at the gate. Thirty minutes. They have thirty minutes to pass. The bell sounds and they start. "Baku-"

"Shut up, Deku!"

"But"

"I said shut up! I don't give a damn on what you say!" He continues walking, gritting his teeth to block out the noise that grates his ears-Deku's voice. That little bastard, how dare he? How dare he think he's better than me? Shut up! Shut up!

You worthless cockroach. In rage, he swipes his hand in an arc and punches Izuku in the face.

"Stop talking. You think you're all that? Stop pissing me off!"

Glaring harshly, he stands his ground, dropping his hand to his side. "If we want to pass, you have to listen to me! Why are you acting so childish?"

"Because I would rather lose than work with you!"

Izuku glares harshly at him, his eyes shifting colors for a second. "If you want to lose because of who you're working with, you already failed," he spits, his fingers flexed and curls them again as he controls the urge to hit him. "We can't fight him head on! Jeez, you think you're invincible but you're not!"

Another punch, this time to the nose. He stumbles back and presses his hand to his nose, being mindful of his claws. He decides to just not try anymore as he watches him walk away, putting up his mask and summoning his scythe. It's silent for a second, then comes the wind. Toshinori grins.

"Get ready to have a really bad time."

Chiyo sighs. "These two are a bad combo. Izuku, I trust you enough to at least get through the thick headed bulls. While I trust Bakugou to try and actually make a plan, and rely on you at times.

Shouta, you better be right about this." She sighs again, knowing that Izuku will wind up in her infirmary.

"Who cares about keeping this town intact?" comes the booming voice. "After all, it's meaningless to me. I'm a villain and we don't care about collateral damage."

He's really into this, muses Izuku with a sweat-drop. He readies himself, his scythe in a defensive position, watching as Bakugou charges head on.

This will not end well for him. He scans the place, running over to an alley way and scaling the building by using the two walls. Once on the roof, he pulls his hood up and stares at the two fighting.

All Might is saying something to the blond, throwing him to the side. Wow that's brutal. It is quite terrifying seeing All Might act that way. Oh, he's looking for me. Great. Once his back is turned, Izuku doesn't jump in just yet knowing he's going to plan that type of ambush. No, take the right amount of time.

He uses Full Cowl-he named it this as a way to answer someone when they ask what his quirk is

-to roof jump. The light emitting must've alerted him to his presence but Bakugou attacks All Might once again. Taking this chance, Midoriya moves to jump onto All Might but is quickly swatted away by his own teammate. He lands a good way away, grunting as he lets the scythe dissipate from existence. "You ... idiot! I'm on your goddamn team!" He gets up to punch Bakugou but instead of him, he gets All Might square in the jaw. "Hah, you weren't my intended target, but you'll do," he mutters.

All Might is caught by surprised when Izuku hits him. Of course, from his venomous word he was intending to hit Bakugou. "I'll say you're quite the quick one, but really you're just another fly in my path." He grabs him by the arm and throws him against Bakugou with as much force as he can. A cry of pain comes from Izuku as the hit connects and they sprawl over each other. "You're going to be heroes? You can't even work together, who will you be saving with these skills?"

"Fly. Pebble. Insect. It doesn't matter what people think of me," he says, glaring harshly underneath the hood. He weakly gets up, a hand on his shoulder. Dislocated. Dammit, he can't relocate it.

He doesn't know how to. "I lost any interest in their opinions. I must say, you're quite useless yourself.

Rely on your strength, you'll end up losing stamina." He scowls harshly as he summons his scythe. "Want to know a little secret?" he spits out like it's poison on his tongue. All Might moves to hit his student, who dodges and hits him in the side. His right side-Izuku is not a cruel person.

That slows him down with shock. Bakugou takes the chance and hits him. "I regret the day we ever met." With that, he grabs Bakugou's hand and attempts to run.

"What the fuck, Deku?" The blond narrows his red eyes at him, shoving him away. "We're not running away!"

"You idiot! We can't beat him! Get your head out of you ass for one second and listen! We aren't strong enough to defeat him! It's suicide if you're doing it blindly. You need a plan!"

"I don't give a damn for whatever you have in mind! You're only a pebble in my path!"

"Fine!

Izuku attempts to run when he hears All Might come from behind. "I have a present for the one who wants to run away!" He can't dodge in time.

The dust settles and the pain blooms. All Might-he already has his attention onto the boy. He's on the ground, pinned down by a metal railing-the metal ripped his flesh on his hip and he can feel the blood leaking out of the wound. It hurts but he has to ignore it. He growls, banging his fist on the ground. Why am I the only one getting flesh wounds? Okay, stop complaining. Get this off yourself. "You want to run and leave your teammate? What happened? I thought you want to be a hero."

Izuku scowls harshly at the words. He wouldn't be doing so if the other would just stop and listen. It's annoying having to deal with Bakugou. No, he needs to show the prideful boy what happens.

He's done playing nice. I'm going to teach you a lesson, Bakugou. I'm not going to give a damn on the consequences. lzuku stares up at the two, using his strength to lift up the railing. If we do not pass, it will be your fault Katsuki.

A/N Izuku is fed up with Bakugou. What else? Yeah, I have no clue what I am doing anymore.