The Imperfect Demon Lord

Eraser On The Trail

Six months ago,

It was a warm summer evening, standing in the middle of the warehouse Izuku marvelled as the exhilaration of using his quirk hit him. The concept of stealing quirks felt both surreal and sinful to the young boy. A quirk was in all sense of the word, a person's individuality, stealing and using it as his own will never be justified in his eyes. He himself knew what it was like to be quirkless, to be considered less than human. Yet, here he was, standing above an incapacitated criminal who was freshly robbed of his quirk.

"He was a mass murderer, the fact that you 'just' took his quirk is taking pity on him " The voice of his apparent quirk echoed in his mind, he still couldn't believe half the things that happened to him in these last six months and finding out that his quirk was sentient was probably on the top of it.

Izuku sighed and activated ' Teleport ' and noted with a downcast look as black sludge poured out of the villain's mouth and swallowed him until nothing remained.

'I-I guess you are right' he relayed mentally, he had found that All for One could read his thoughts if he wished to and that made communicating with him a lot easier.

This was the third quirk he had stolen this month and the ever growing hunger was starting to weigh him down. Yet, he couldn't satiate it. Izuku could understand that his quirk was similar to the type of Vlad King's who was a new up and coming hero at the time, making his name known all over japan because of the blood quirk he possessed. The hero had once confessed in an interview that his quirk needed him to ingest blood regularly to control his desires, so he would legally purchase blood bags and set aside the minimum quantity for his regular intake. Izuku was trying to do the same but apparently you can't get quirks over the counter, so he started taking the powers of bad guys, escaped criminals, gang members. He told himself that all of this was necessary, he wanted to help. The crime rate was on the rise again, violent criminals with volatile quirks were increasing. All Might was the Symbol of Peace and the world was in a relatively peaceful era because of him, but he was only one man.

The quirk-Stealer was about to go to the Noharas for dinner when his vision became dizzy, it was like all of a sudden his brain was on fire and he collapsed flat on his face, consciousness started to slip away and all he could make out was the red aura that was surrounding him

3 days later,

As soon as Izuku woke up, he clutched his head as it felt like it was starting to break apart, ordinarily he would have taken some medicine or visit a doctor, but since basic medicine didn't work on him anymore, he relented and asked the only entity that had a shred of idea of what was going on with his body

"All f-for O-One what's wrong w-with me!?"

There was a pause at the other end and he heard incoherent noises, it was as if someone was arguing with themselves, "It was bound to happen sooner or later, I can numb the pain by blocking out a few quirks for a couple of hours." Izuku felt relief wash over him as the head splitting ache receded "Tell me child, what are quirks? "

Izuku stared at his empty room incredously, he was going to curse the stupid quirk to ask such an obvious question, but decided against it and tried to play along "Quirks are genetic mutations, superhuman abilities humans can possess, w-where are you going with this?"

"That is correct, people often view quirks as separate from their body, meaning they have the misconception that general biological rules don't apply to them . Quirks have limits, each and every one of them do. Now I don't mean that the said limits are permanent but some of them are there for good reason and breaching them takes time and perseverance " He paused to let Izuku absorb the information that was dropped on him