Angel of Death - [[Villain OC FanFic]]

Like a Disease (NSFW)

Author's Note: Smut warning for this chapter.

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Seven years... For 7 years, he had worked tirelessly to shape the Shie Hassaikai in his image. Seven years he spent furthering his ambitions. He had given up on so many things in order to achieve his goal, lost so many that were dear to him in the process... He committed unspeakable atrocities all in the name of purging the world of the filth they called "quirks''.

The world was sick with heroes and villains and he needed to cleanse it. Overhaul had always been meticulous and goal oriented. His single track mind was what drove him ever further to achieve his ultimate goal. He couldn't afford distractions, not when he had been blessed with such glorious purpose.

So why was she taking up space in his mind?

Since she had appeared to him that fateful night, he could hardly get her image out of his head. Every waking moment, she was there, plaguing his mind like a disease. That treacherous snake... She had left him, abandoned him when he needed her most. He had wanted her dead, but couldn't bring himself to do it once they met for the second time. No... He needed to make her suffer as he did when she had betrayed him all those years ago...

He had thought that by secluding her, he would preserve himself of her filthy influence, but the stain she left on his psyche merely grew with each passing day, spreading through his mind like necrosis. The more he tried to ignore her, the more he found himself plagued by the thought of her. She was like an itch he couldn't scratch, one he couldn't bathe away no matter how long he stood underneath the burning stream of water as he clawed and scrubbed at red, sensitive skin.

The mere thought of her disgusting taint permeating through the compound was enough to make his stomach churn. He hated her, despised her even, yet he couldn't bring himself to dispose of her. He had been so distracted by her lately that he could hardly concentrate on what he needed to do to enact his great plan. Even his henchmen had noticed his behavior lately. They knew something was wrong, but wouldn't dare bring it up with him. Try as he might, he just couldn't shake her from his mind. That snake... his beloved Angel of Death... the one and only person he had ever loved unconditionally...

It brought him no small measure of satisfaction to see her squirm underneath her current conditions. He reveled in the fact that she was completely and utterly at his mercy and that she willingly submitted herself to his every whim. He knew full well that she dared not question his decisions. The guilt in her eyes only served to bring him further pleasure, even if it was only temporary. Once she was out of sight, her diseased influence would creep back into his mind and keep him from performing his duties.

It was no use. He couldn't go on like this forever. He needed release, a cure, and there was only one thing that could cure him...

In the days following the incident with Eri, Yuka was placed yet again under strict guard. After spending another short eternity holed up in her room, there came a knock on her door. She hadn't spoken to Madarame since their discussion with Overhaul and she worried that he had suffered the same fate as the one who's blood they had cleaned off the walls that fateful day. She dreaded the thought of him ending up in such a horrific state on her account and quickly pushed the thought out of her mind as the door to her room swung open. Her worries were quickly squashed as Madarame stepped into the room, alive and well and seemingly unharmed. He gave her a polite smile as he leaned forward to give her a polite bow.

"Miss Yuka," he greeted her calmly.

"It's good to see you, Madarame," Yuka breathed relievedly.

He responded to her with a serene smile.