The forest had all but died, massive swathes of trees and grass reduced to nothing but dead matter and rotting bark. A thin cloud of dust and dead leaves filled the air.
It was like some god had cut into the forest. Nothing lived for what looked like kilometres around, no birds chirped, no animals or insects made any noise. It was deathly silent.
Mandalay stepped into the start of the dead zone, her footsteps crunching on onyx leaves and snapping fallen branches. Only a few trees still stood, blackened husks sticking out like gravestones. The stench of rotting wood and leaves permeated everything.
She reached down, poking around to reveal a full deer lying in the dirt, its golden-brown hide stained with black dust and half covered with dead branches.
It was clearly a corpse, eyes rolled back and mouth lolling open, tongue trailing into the dirt. It didn't have any physical injuries - and the strangest thing was, no bugs swarmed over it. No flies, no maggots, none of the things that would normally eat dead animals.
Not even the larger scavengers.
What kind of quirk would do this...?
The dust didn't look like it was going to settle anytime soon, giving the whole scene an eerie look. The sun almost felt colder here, the last of its rays glaring over the horizon as it slowly sunk in the sky.
Bakugo was frozen like the rest of the people, speechless for once. Well, nearly speechless. "What the fuck is that?"
He pointed a few metres away from the group, where it looked like a huge chunk had been taken out of the ground.
It was like an artillery shell had landed, a crater several metres wide in length and carved deep into the ground. Hundreds of these holes littered the landscape, looking like a multiple-year war had happened in the space of a day.
And in the centre of the landscape was a huge pile of dirt and stone, several stories tall and in the vague shape of a pyramid.
As the students looked closer, they could spot a tiny figure scaling its side with incredible speed, jumping off and yanking another chunk out of the ground.
The ball of earth soared into the sky, and the figure disappeared only to reappear on top of it, shoving it towards the pyramid of material where it exploded into fragments.
Mandalay focused, speaking in Y/N's head. Training for today is finished, you can stop now. Even using her telepathy, she could hear the shake in her own voice.
Almost as soon as she'd finished, Y/N appeared a few steps away from the class, back facing them and hunched over.
The class jumped a bit at his instant appearance.
Pixie-Bob gulped. "Y/N, are you okay?"
The boy glanced over his shoulder, and some of the class stumbled back in fear.
Y/N's eyes were blindingly bright, casting huge rays of purple light across the group. Rivers of violet energy trickled from his eyes, flowing down his face like tears, and the lines of his veins were lit up vivid purple.
His hands were the same, energy simmering just under his skin and tracing his veins and muscles with blazing light.
He opened his mouth to speak, breathing heavily. A cloud of purple mist shot out every time he exhaled, sparking in the air and fizzing. "Give me a few days and I'll look normal again."
Y/N's voice was different, deeper and more powerful that sent literal chills down the students' spines. He didn't speak particularly threateningly, but those words alone showed an intensity that made Pixie-Bob take a step back.
Mandalay attempted a smile, most of the others looking like they wanted to turn tail and run on the spot.
Even Aizawa, who was usually too tired to care about things. He was pale as a ghost, eyes locked on the annihilated landscape in front of him.
Y/N turned around fully, his whole body pulsing purple with his heartbeat. He didn't speak again, but even his gaze was enough to make the group head back towards the building.
He was both the most tired he'd even been and the most alive he'd ever been. The energy was the most he'd ever consumed, so much so his body felt like it was going to burst at any time.
Y/N leaned towards Mandalay. "I'm not hungry."
The words made the pro hero's skin crawl, and she nodded quickly. "Maybe stay out here for a while, let your energy cool down?"
Y/N smiled dispassionately. "I could get rid of all this in a second if you want. But I don't know how it will turn out."
"What do you want to try?" Mandalay was finding it hard to speak with Y/N, her whole body screaming at her to get away.
"I'm gonna do it anyway. You guys being scared of me is annoying." He spread his arms wide.
"Okay." Y/N picked up a dead stick from the ground, and it instantly snapped in his hands. The boy tried again with a thicker one, and ran his fingernails carefully over it.
His nails worked like knives, cutting deep into the dead wood, and Y/N sharpened the stick to a point, closing his hand over the bark and running it down the stick, stripping away the outside to reveal a strange looking wood inside. It looked like it was made of black dust, somehow still held together.
Y/N concentrated, then the purple glow in his body moved, seeping out of his eyes and body and into his arms.
His hands shook violently, glowing even brighter purple and forcing Mandalay to look away.
Once the light faded, Y/N was holding the same stick as before, made out of the same dust as before, with the same sharpened end as before.
The boy looked haggard and exhausted, but held up the stick proudly. His voice was once again normal, and he had no glow in his eyes. "There is an entire forest's worth of energy inside this one stick."
He tossed it weakly at the ground, where it broke the surface and plunged deep, disappearing from sight in a millisecond. "Oops."
Y/N stretched out a hand, and a cloud of onyx dust rose out of the hole the stick had made, solidifying into a wicked-looking spear in the boy's hand.
He gasped in wicked joy, concentrating and watching as the spear changed, dust reforming into a curved sword.
The boy gave it a few experimental swings, slicing into the ground easily. "This is going to be fun."
Then his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed to the ground, the sword disintegrating into inky nothingness.
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Angel of Death (BNHA x male villain reader)
FanfictionPlayful fifteen-year-old Y/N is what some people would call a villain. He kills, very often, and that marks him out as 'evil'. In reality, Y/N is a contract killer. He is paid millions to assassinate anybody, from children to pro heroes. To most, i...
