The Fallen Hero (completed)

Hero or Devil?

A crimson eye burned brightly, a calculative look etched deep within as its opposite emerald green eye matched it. Lucifer stood tall, the man stared at his reflection within the mirror before him, his white patch of hair remaining still. The suit that he usually wore lay neatly folded on the bed behind him, which left his body only covered by a pair of shorts. The markings that had once run down the left side of his body were now burned onto his right, the ever elapsing patterns beautiful and intricate no section the same save for those that sat on the back of his hands.

Lucifer's chest rose steadily with barely any noise escaping from his mouth or nose despite his breathing. His arm outstretched grabbing his phone turning the camera on. Lucifer turned until his back faced the mirror showing the deeply carved marks from a knife that his mother used to torment him, the burns that were forever branded into him by Bakugou's hands. His markings coiled around the wounds as though they had been responding to his very thoughts highlighting them. Raising his phone Lucifer pressed on the screen taking several photos turning his body to capture all he could saving them to his camera roll.

tossing his phone onto the bed next to his suit Lucifer opened his balcony window his hand grabbing onto the drone Mei had made him during the prep days. Its usefulness has not been lost to him and as such, he moved over to his bed leaning down to grab a black duffle bag that was on the ground next to it. Opening it he placed the drone carefully inside making sure it stayed hidden within one of the inside pockets. after making sure it couldn't be found or broken Lucifer stared into the black abyss of the bag before a knock interrupted him. Turning his head Lucifer stared at the door for what seemed like a minute, a constant stab entering his mind.

"He's finally here."

Standing up Lucifer looked back to the mirror reaching up to his mask, unclasping it with a small hiss of air before it came off. Izuku set the mask down, putting it on top of his folded suit, though once he set it down, Izuku could feel it staring at him. Ignoring it he went to the door grabbing and putting on a t-shirt that had been draped over his desk chair. turning the handle Izuku looked to see Aizawa about to knock once more. "Aizawa-sensei..."

Aizawa looked at Izuku freezing momentarily before clearing his throat, "Pro- Midoriya, Nezu has requested an audience between U.A staff and yourself." waiting for a response Aizawa put a hand behind his back his fingers nervously grasping a pair of quirk disabling handcuffs. While it was labeled a request it was mandatory so if he couldn't get Izuku to go willingly he would use force.

Izuku stared at Aizawa, danger sense was useful in determining a person's intentions, opening his mouth Izuku saw the teacher brace for his next words, "Let's not keep everyone waiting." Reminiscent of the day Aizawa had come to collect him for the war games Izuku walked past the teacher though unlike before Izuku hit the underground hero's shoulder hard enough to almost knock the teacher off his balance.

Izuku walked down the stairs feeling Aizawa behind him, this request wasn't a surprise to Izuku, since the wargames had ended a few hours ago it was clear to see that they were purposefully isolating him. They had sent Mei, Eri, and Ibara to get patched up before sending them to their dorms under the guise of resting, while he was kept close under the watchful eyes of the teachers even being escorted to his dorm by Cementoss and Midnight, his weapons were confiscated, the guns returning to snipe and knives to power loader. He couldn't blame the teachers, after what he did it was all but natural they would do this.

Walking down floor by floor Izuku did not attempt to soften his steps, the thumping of his feet on the wood was loud before the common room of the 1-a dorms came into view. As he reached the bottom of the stairs he stopped all movement, the students in the room all looked at him their eyes quickly moving away as to not look at him. Just the mere sight of him frightened them beyond belief especially since Jiro, Ojiro, Bakugou, and Sato were in the hospital the thought of being right there with them was still fresh.