The Day of the Dead Villain: The Witchdoctor

Chapter Twenty: Threats

        *A few hours ago*

Shigaraki hated being in a position where he couldn't do much. Currently, he was in one of those positions. One of the Hero Killer's blade had lodged itself in his right shoulder, another one threateningly held near his neck. Kurogiri could no longer move in order to zap the Hero Killer away from here.

"The word 'hero' has lost its true meaning in this corrupt society filled with fakes and shams. Criminals who aimlessly through their weight around are targets I wish to purge as well," Stain growled, moving his blade closer to Shigaraki's hand-covered face. In sudden realization, the red-eyed male roughly gripped the blade.

"Whoa, whoa... Not this hand. I'll kill you." The blade that had been moving towards his neck started to crumble into tiny pieces. "You sure do talk a lot... Conviction, huh? I don't have anything such as grand as conviction. However, if there's one thing that drives me, it's All Might." A malicious grin overtook his face, an insanity dancing in his eyes. "That piece of trash is what the society worships. Crushing them all into dust is my conviction!"

Stain felt shudders go down his spine from the intensity the man below him gave off. The white-haired man tried to grab the throat of the Hero Killer, but Stain had jumped away before Shiagaraki could reach him. The man with the Decay quirk complained about his wounds having just healed and how they don't have a healer in their group. "How about you take responsibility for what you've done?"

"You first," demanded Stain. Shigaraki made a noise of confusement. "Our respective goals couldn't be further apart, but...destroying the status-quo - that's what we have in common."

"Get lost in a pit and die!" the chapped man hissed. "I'm the kind you hate the most or whatever."

"I just tested your sincerity," Stain claimed. "People tend to show their true colors when Death sits next to them. You're odd, but your will... I can see the seed of some sort of twisted and warped conviction in you. I'll deal with you once I see that through."

"'Deal with me'..? I can't say I like this guy becoming a member," Shigaraki mused.

"Shigaraki Tomura," Kurogiri said in a firm tone. "He'll add some much needed fire-power to our goal. Our negotiations were successful!"

"So we're done here," Stain summarized. "Take me back to Hosu. I have some business I need to wrap up there." Before Kurogiri could move to teleport the two to Hosu, three slow, sharp knocks sounded on the door. Shigaraki growled.

"What is it now?" The door creaked open, a tall woman - about 177 centimeters (about 5'10) - strolled in. Her steps were smooth, almost as if she wasn't walking on the rickety floorboards. A beautifully silver-bordered hood, that was connected to a ripped-up black cape which tightly wrapped around her neck, covered her eyes since her head slightly tilted downwards. However, he waist-long braid snaked out of her hood and down her shoulder. It had a gray-white color to it, and looked much like burnt leaves. Her crop top - which actually stopped the middle of her ribcage - was a dark purple, and had silver metal swirls cupping her breasts. Small ornaments dangled from the metal support of her top, and they turned out to be diamonds. Her dark purple leather pants slipped in to mid-thigh-high, dark brown, leather boots which had dark purple plates of armor strapped to the shins and the top of the foot. She had purple fauld armor. While the groin section piece had been missing, the hip pieces were large and layered, curing in towards her body. She had a black quiver across her back filled with arrows made from shadows, and a beautifully crafted black bow. Her well-shaped body had a skin like no other. It appeared to be like tree bark, but it had a white color with smears of black as though it were burned in a fire.