Oh, Great One (Bnha story)

Infatuation

When Izuku had left that home, he left with a flurry of confusion inside his chest. In the months he'd been exploring the knowledge people had inside, he'd never seen such light in someone's eyes. It wasn't the light of life or innocence but a light deep in the back of her mind, a light that he had seen within his own eyes. The light of the worthy. The light of knowledge and potential. Oh, what beautiful light! Her eyes were burned into his mind, the look of desperation and fear in her eyes with such beautiful light. Oh, how he was once so ignorant and blind. But now he'd found another! He found someone else who shared his vision! Could she see his angel?

No....no, she couldn't. She had the light deep within her eyes, but she was not blessed like him! No, he was superior! He was better! He wondered if she would be able to do what he did? Could he make that happen? He needed to know now. He'd been killing many criminals and dirty heroes since they had the most latent knowledge. Perhaps it was that sin that brought them closer to the truth. They were ignorant fools, but they had a latent connection to The Great One's.

He opened his eyes from his deep thinking and looked over at the unconscious man on the table. He had been watching the doctor perform surgeries to gain a better understanding of the internals of the body. It was all so fascinating how pathetic humans were. This man had not yet entered surgery, but he was unconscious. He walked over at the man and grabbed a scalpel from the table before pressing it up against the man's skin. He pondered for a moment before slowly dragging the blade through his flesh, slowly forming the runes of the Great Ones into his chest. He didn't know exactly what to write, so he simply wrote, 'Let me see'.

Then, he set the scalpel down and walked away to observe closely. So he sat there and watched quietly as eventually the doctor came in and began his work. Despite his actions, nothing had changed with the process, and the end result was the same. How curious. He had taken an empty journal where he began jotting down his observations. He would continue this process with slight alterations, observing the results, and then recording his notes in the journal.

He tried different words on different parts of the body with unconscious and conscious people, but no change ever occurred. They became a Nomu in the end, but none of them showed any adverse changes. He contemplated abandoning the idea, but suddenly, he had an epiphany. His mother had grown sick after coming into contact with his blood. His blood was what had started all this.

The next time someone was on the table, he carved the word 'strength' into their chest and then sliced open his wrist, watching his dark garnet colored blood seep into the wound. Then he stood aside and watched the same old surgery. Now something had changed. Suddenly, the person woke up screaming as they hacked and gagged, and they began to claw at their eyes. They screamed that everything burned and after a bit they fell to the floor. In their mania, they ripped out their own eyes and fell to the floor dead. Interesting. Apparently, they were a petty thug with not much of a record, so they didn't have nearly enough latent knowledge to survive such a thing. Foolish. He would simply continue with another person who had more connection to those angels.
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He conducted experiments with his blood more and more until eventually he had filled out all the empty pages in his notebook. Guess his obsessive writing never changed. Some things are just part of his identity. He'd watched many lose their minds. A few survived the initial experiment but later died from a severe sickness, but only one so far had a promising response. A girl in love with blood named Himiko Toga, he had personally taken her off the streets and wrote 'obsession' under her eye before giving her his blood, and so far, she had become sick, but didn't die.