On top of a mountain, located in the middle of a forest, a young boy by the name of Kota Izumi stares up at the smirking form of a vilin. This vilin’s name is Muscur, and he is the man who murdered Kota’s parents. Kota has tears in his eyes as he stares at the vilin looking around the cliff they’re standing on, seeming especially curious about some sort of stagmite standing by the decorated entrance of a cave.
“This is one fancy rock. You do this yourself, brat?” Muscur asks curiously as he knocks on the stagmite, and getting a surprising noise from it. “The hell? Is this thing made from gold!? Well, other than the weird green parts. Or maybe it’s colored gold or something?”
He smirks at the thought of selling such a thing, and how much money he could get for it. The design itself is basic, simply an alternation of gold and dark green swirling around it from the base to the tip. Though there is an odd pattern etched closer to the base. “Forget the League of Vilins, I can just bribe some big shots to turn some town into my own personal murder resort!”
As he speaks, he lets his quirk engulf him, bulging muscle fibers spreading across nearly every inch of his body until he’s grown several sizes bigger. He wraps one hand around the top of the stagmite while kicking at the base with his strengthened foot. The cnging from the impact resounds across the cliff. And down into the depths of the cave, where a predator’s rage grows with each reverberation.
Eventually, Muscur manages to snap the stagmite, grunting as he lowers it to the ground. “Damn thing is heavier than I thought. Might actually have to use them to get back to the city so I can sell this. Hmm?” It’s only after he goes to wipe the sweat from his brow that he realizes that the child he’d come across has been using his quirk to coat him in water.
“The hell? Fuck off kid. I’m in a good mood, so I’ll let you live. But if you keep annoying me…” He trails off leadingly as he shows the boy a savage grin and flexes his quirk, bloodlust oozing from every fiber of his body.
Kota, blinded by rage, doesn’t back down, instead focusing his weak water bsts at the vilin’s artificial eye. The vilin scowls as he covers it. “Watch it brat, it’s annoying having to deal with the water that gets in there. Last warning.”
Unable to take the casual disregard the vilin shows him, Kota screams, giving vent to the feelings he’s harbored for two years. “Shut up! You’re the one who killed my parents, the Water Hose heroes! You’re the one who made them break their promise that they’d always come back! You’re the one who deserves to die!”
Slowly, Muscur’s scowl turns into a smirk, widening as he stares at the kid. “Oh really? Well now, that’s quite the treat. They’re the ones who took my eye and gave me this scar, you know. So believe me, I’m more than happy to reunite the three of you in the afterlife!”
With each sentence, he takes a threatening step forward, while Kota takes a fearful step back. With each motion, it starts to dawn on him the situation, his overpowering emotions vanishing to nothing as the feeling of death approaches him with a grim certainty.
But they’re both brought to a stop when a voice of barely restrained fury sounds off from the cave. “Who. The. FUCK. Broke. My. Art.”
Muscur turns, surprised at seeing someone around his height shadowed just beyond the light from the forest fires. He can catch a faint glimpse of motion behind the figure, but his focus is on where a cwed and scaled finger is pointing. “That stagmite? You made it?” He ughs. “Well it’s mine now. If you have any compints, then I’ll kill you!”
He unches himself forward, a murderous glint in his eye as excitement runs through him. If they made this and they live in that cave, then they probably have more of it! I’ll have enough money that I can do whatever I want for the rest of my life without any worry!
…
The shadowed figure looks at the boy as Muscur’s body drops to the ground, their cws holding the severed head by its hair. “Are you with him?”
Kota rapidly shakes his head, more terrified than he was when Muscur was threatening him. “N-n-no! He w-wa-was with the League of Vi-vilins!”
Though he can't see them, the shadowed figure’s eyes narrow as their tail thrashes. They look at the stagmite they’d worked themselves during a period of boredom. Though the ‘why’ of its creation does not matter, only that they now need to set it up once again.
They stride forwards and pick it up one-handed, twirling it in their hand as easily, as if it were a pstic baton, until the broken bottom part is facing them. Opening their mouth, a small stream of fire blows forth and rapidly turns the internal gold soft. Carefully pcing it back where Muscur had broken it, they smooth the edges where the broken pieces meet, scowling as the gold continues to drip down the sides.
They look at Kota, who flinches. “Keep it standing. Don’t use water to cool it.” They turn around, letting Kota have a clear view of the dark green tail protruding from behind them, the pattern of their scales matching the green parts of the stagmite. They shout into the cave, making Kota wince at the volume. “Unicorn, stay inside. I’ll be back soon with souvenirs!”
Kota doesn’t hear a reply, but the person seemingly does, nodding their head. They turn around, staring out at the burning forest, a growl building in their throat as they bare razor sharp teeth. “No one, touches my things.”
`~`
Bakugou and Todoroki dodge another set of the vilin’s sharpened teeth trying to skewer them, instead burying themselves deep into the ground before retracting. “Damnit!” Bakugou curses. “If we don’t figure something out soon, I’m blowing his ass to hell!”
“But Bakugou, you could make the fire worse-” Todoroki starts only for the explosive blonde to cut him off with a snarl.
“The forest is already on fire, Icy-Hot! How much worse could it get!?”
As if in answer, a rge form burst from the trees, knocking several of them over as it pursues one of their cssmates. Shoji gasps a breath of relief upon seeing the two cssmates he most needs. “Bakugou! Todoroki! Light!”
Seeing his desperate situation, they act immediately, Todoroki fring his fmes for the briefest moment he can manage while Bakugou uses his special Stun Grenade move to cause a fsh of light far brighter than what Todoroki manages.
Immediately, the monster shrieks and shrinks, revealing the form of another member of their css, Tokoyami, as he stumbles forward. “Thank… you.” He manages to get out before colpsing forward. Just in time for the bde that was aiming for his head to skim just above it.
“Damnit!” Bakugou yells as he bsts himself in his direction, letting loose with his quirk in order to redirect any bdes that come for him. Meanwhile Shoji has picked up their weakened cssmate and is doing his best to dodge the bdes directed his way. Todoroki continues to try and stop the vilin from moving by shooting waves of ice at him, only for the bdes to destroy them before they can get close.
As they start to get desperate, an annoyed voice speaks from above them. “Which of you are with the League of Vilins?”
All within the small clearing look up as the fight pauses, the flickering fmes pying across the person’s form, giving them a feeling of mystery as their wings beat a steady rhythm. When no one immediately responds, they repeat themselves.
“Which of you dumbasses are with the League of Vilins?”
“The fuck you calling a dumbass you damn extra!?” Bakugou shouts, his ego incapable of letting the insult go. But when the figure turns their face to him, he has to suppress a shiver from the disdain in their eyes. The self-assured knowledge that they are above everyone.
It’s a look that he often uses on others himself to make sure they know their pce Which is below him. Experiencing the same sensation he’s caused in others so many times before is something he just can’t accept. But before he can challenge the flying figure, the vilin speaks while unching the majority of his bdes upwards.
“Tasty… Your flesh smells so delicious!”
The figure makes no moves to dodge the bdes, simply crossing their arms under their chest and nodding to themselves. “So. You are one of them, then. Or you have simply gotten tired of living. Either way,” they take a deep breath as the bdes near, the closest mere inches away from their feet.
They let out their next word alongside a torrent of viridian fmes that proceeds to melt the bdes, quickly reducing them to so much sg while the students watch in shock as the vilin screams in pain. “BURN!”
It doesn’t take long for the choked screaming of the vilin to cut off, his metal teeth having melted within his mouth from the powerful fmes, and fall to the ground. Narrowing their eyes, the figure descends and examines the remains of one of the detached bdes, reaching out a hand and snapping free a five foot length of it. The sudden noise does the same to the students, freeing them from their stupor.
“S-stop! Vilin!” Todoroki shouts, his usually unfppable demeanor cracked from seeing the casual dispy of overwhelming power and the bse way they killed.
The figure doesn’t even give him a gnce before walking towards the body, raising their other hand so they have a clear view of the severed head they’re holding. A clear view of them pushing the bde up through the neck, and sliding through the top of their skull, brain matter clinging to the metal.
Someone makes a gagging sound, which turns into retching as they tear the charred vilin’s head from their body, driving the bde in the same way until it’s on top of Muscur’s. They look at the hero students as they fp their wings, rising into the air, their voice echoing in their ears.
“I am above your petty designations.” Her gaze shifts to Bakugou before continuing. “I am above you. Attack me, and you will share the same fate as these two.” She flies away, in search of more members of the League of Vilins. Leaving the four hero students to process what they just witnessed.
“...We need to warn everyone.” Todoroki says shakily.
“No shit, dumbass.” Bakugou retorts, hiding his own unease with his signature bravado.
`~`
As the figure flies above the forest, searching for more of her offenders, she notes how the fog that was hiding everything has begun to disperse. Which allows them to identify a gathering of people, members trickling in. Though her eyes narrow as she sees something that causes her to snarl.
They think they can use my own property against me!? They need to be punished.
They fold their wings, letting themselves drop in front of the one they saw. They tower over the blond girl, meeting her widening eyes with their own rage filled ones. They stab their trophies into the ground and cross their arms, waiting for her to expin.
“Move!” One of the ones in the clearing shouts, raising a hand.
“Wait, don’t!” The blonde yells while jumping back. They don’t listen, and a wash of blue fmes takes the pce of the intruder, hiding her from view.
The man, Dabi, scoffs. “What? I warned you to move.” The bze where the person was standing burns merrily, nothing visible in the gulf of the fmes.
“No you fucking idiot!” Toga shouts in rapidly rising panic, just as Mr. Compress falls into the clearing, buried under the weight of several UA students. “You don’t fucking attack her! You don’t fucking antagonize her!! And I FUCKING WARNED EVERYONE TO STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER MOUNTAIN!!!”
Spinner, Magne, Twice, and Dabi stare at the girl, taken aback by her shouting and cursing. In what time they’ve known her, she’s never been anything but a fun, blood-obsessed psycho. But now her face is filled with not only rage, but sheer terror.
Managing to get free from the students, Compress brushes himself off. “I would thank you for the help, but none was provided. So instead, let us simply-” A swirling darkness opens up next to the group of vilins, and he’s cut off as Toga screams, jumping through it.
“GET THE FUCK IN IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!” Twice does as she says with no hesitation, diving through like a swimmer. Magne and Spinner exchange gnces before walking through, not having the same sense of urgency. Dabi, meanwhile, is just confused. He shrugs dismissively, turning to Compress who’s just as dumbfounded.
“Did you get him?”
“Um, of course I did.” He gives himself a shake as he adjusts his mask and pulls two marbles from his mouth to show him. “And an extra I feel could work as well.”
Dabi shrugs. “Whatever. Let’s g-”
He’s cut off by an ominous chuckle coming from the depths of the fmes, even as a ser shoots from the bushes, knocking the marbles from Compress’ hand. “Your fmes convey your pain, they’re warm enough to be comfortable. And the color is pleasant.” A cwed hand reaches out from the fmes, green scales trailing blue fire. “I think I’ll take you.”
Before she can grab him, Compress, who has managed to recim Bakugou, throws himself backwards into Dabi, forcing all three of them through the portal. She watches as it closes, nostrils fring as she takes a deep breath to catch their scent and temper her irritation. She lets it out slowly, a growling chuckle erupting from her throat. “You can go as far as you like, but I get what I want.”
`~`
“What the fuck was that?” Dabi questions Toga, who’s restlessly pacing in the LoV’s bar, muttering to herself about how she needs to find a way to fix this.
She whirls on him, a snarl on her lips. “That is the one person you leave alone! I watched her throw All Might while in Tokyo, and the news reported that he nded in Saitama!”
“Is that when he crashed that one foreigner’s wedding?” Spinner asks in surprise. The news had spun it as All Might knowing someone there from his time in America and dropping in to make the event even more special.
She nods and Shigaraki growls as he scratches his neck. “Why wouldn’t you mention knowing someone strong enough to do that? She would have been a much better party member than those three who got caught.”
“Killed.” Toga corrects absently, to the surprise of the other League members, as she closes her eyes to recenter herself. “She had Muscur and Moonfish’s heads with her as trophies. Gives them to her daughter, or prized possession, or whatever the kid is to her. Which means one of them majorly fucked up.” She takes a deep breath, looking at each remaining member of the League with serious eyes.
“Her name is Izumi. And she is a dragon.”
