The Demonic Hero

Son Against Father

Izuku POV

I couldn't bring myself to move. It was hard to breathe and I couldn't tell if it was from the surrounding debris or all my mixed feelings. Honestly, I didn't know what to feel as I saw All Might trade punches with the sperm donor who basically disowned me. As All Might, bloodied and bruised, was now on his knees in his deflated form, I could barely tell that I was walking towards their fight. All Might's pathetic pleads to run away fell onto deaf ears.

All I saw was him.

I couldn't even bring myself to call him father, much less dad. All Might called him All For One earlier, right? He also must be that Sensei Shiggy mentioned. AFO didn't notice me until I was mere inches away. He stared at me until his eyes went wide in realization. "Izuku?.....You look so much like her....." He whispered out as he closed the gap between us and held up a rough scarred hand to brush against my cheek. I resisted the urge to flinch or better yet, bite his hand off.

"So much like Inko...." He whispered once again and this time I couldn't hold back from slapping his hand away. "You have no right to have her name in your mouth." I said through clenched teeth, baring my fangs at him.

He paused before he gave me a smile then tried to pet my hair. I stepped back to avoid his hand. My disgust and anger only grew once he grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer to him.

"Izuku, why don't you join me? Be my successor even! We can finish off this corrupted symbol of peace and create a new society where we rule!" I stayed silent, almost shaking as his grip tightened. He has the nerve to try and ask to join him when he abandoned me! He left me for dead and now since he finds me useful, NOW he wants me?! I pounced on the man that made my blood boil.

All I saw was red.

I felt my claws tear through his skin and his warm blood splatter on my hands. I was so angry that I barely felt it when he sent me flying into debris with a punch. He said something but it fell on deaf ears as I launched myself at him again. He shot lasers or tendrils at me but I just dodged or shadow traveled out of the way. No matter how many times he threw me into debris or a building, I instantly charged at him, more livid every time. We traded blows, each one harder than the last. My arms began to feel sore from blocking some of those punches. I jumped onto him and managed to wrap my legs around his neck. He tried to throw me off, harshly clawing at my legs, but I held on, wrapping my legs tighter and digging my claws into his head. He grunted and screamed for me to let go as he thrashed me around.

His screams were somehow satisfying. I wanted to hear more. To hear him beg and scream for a mercy that'll never come.

My throat started to burn. I didn't know if it was from injuries or from the smoke in the air. On instinct, I opened my mouth wide directed at AFO and hot green flames blasted out of my mouth into his face. His screams grew louder as he tried to close my mouth and pat out the continuous spill of flames. He yanked on my hair hard, making me lose my grip and fall. With his grip still on my hair, he threw me to the ground, but it wasn't as far as those other throws.

He was slowing down.

I maneuvered myself into a roll, sliding a bit but still landing on my feet. He was hunched over, patting the last of the flames out. I didn't give him a chance to breathe before I charged him again, which made him land on his back. I climbed on top of him then started to ruthlessly punch him over and over again. My eyes blurred as my freckled cheeks became damp. He deserved to feel everything.

A punch for being a villain.

A punch for all of the people he hurt.

A punch for the lives he ruined.

A punch for abandoning me.

A punch for what he did to mom.

I stared at his now bloody and marred face then at my hands that were bloodier than before. My throat still burned but this time, it burned from holding in my cries and the smoke that clouded the area. AFO was still alive just unconscious, his breath labored and harsh. I was breathing hard myself as I let my tears flow freely.

I knew one more punch would finish him. I wanted him dead by my hand.

However, I also knew that cameras are most likely watching. It would be annoying if I already had a documented murder charge against me. I unfortunately won't kill him now. Oh, but just you fucking wait. I'll make sure that he'll be my plaything for the rest of eternity.

I slowly got off of him and when I stood up, my vision blurred and a wave of exhaustion came over me. I felt myself sway back and forth, stumbling a few steps. As the darkness began to spread over my sight, I could've sworn I heard my name being yelled out.

I felt myself go limp but I didn't feel myself hit the ground. Instead, I felt warm and soft arms catch me. All I saw was a blurry face with possibly concerned features, before I finally passed out.

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*Nervous chuckle*

Jeez, I haven't updated in like two months.......but I'm surprisingly not dead!

On a side note, I started two original stories! Probably a bad idea to start them at the same time but here we are.¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Check them out if want tho!

I hope y'all enjoyed and hopefully it won't be a month until I update again.

Till next time my darling inklings!

Stay powerful
-BATIM35