CHAPTER 5: Icarus

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Dabi's POV:

After killing off the challengers. I wiped their blood off my face and saw that my blade was getting dull.

"Shit, looks like I'll be on the hunt for a wet stone today, but first I need a bath."

While stepping over the bodies. I make my way to the hotspring.   With handmade soap, I began to wash up. That's when I realized that no matter how much I use ash from my camp fires to dye my hair black. In the end it'll always wash out. I hated my natural hair color, because it reminds me of who abandoned me. All I wanted was for that bastard to drop dead by my knife.

"It won't be too much longer and I'll finally be free of this place. Just a hand full of people left to kill."

I laid back and closed my eyes to relax for a moment.

*chirp ch-chirp*

"Hm?"

I peeked out of one eye to see hawks purched on a rock stairing at me.

*sigh*" if only you could talk to me in a way I could understand. Maybe then madness wouldn't be so bad."

Hawk's POV:

^soon we'll meet, very soon I promise Touya.^

Through the bird's eyes, I can see into the mortal world. As I'm trapped here in the godly plain of existence. I sit up off the stone steps of my gold pillar, open domain. I take off my white robe and step into my bath. The air and sunrise on my skin is the only comfort I had for many years. That is until I heard his cries for help eighteen years ago. I could tell that he would be the one. Then the day came where he took flight. However his way was different from mine. I killed the birds, where his caretaker and him didn't. They used feathers that had fallen off naturally. When his caught fire. I quickly sent my minions to blow it out with the wind from their wings. I knew that pain all too well and didn't want him to suffer aswell. While washing off, I touched the burns on my back that are shaped like wings, and the chains that are deep into those scars. The chains bind me to this place as punishment for killing her children of nature. She also made sure I'd see the irony in being a god of flight. As I step out. I'm greeted by the God of fate nighteye. Who can see past, present,  and future.

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