Supernatural Friends

Hells Visitor

Firefighters and parents stood outside the doors of the school. The school had sent the villain attack alert, and soon enough the area was full of worried parents. Each and every one was brimming in worry, and after the school released it was a villain who had a hostage, it got a lot worse. Inko stood in the group, nearly inconsolable.

Mesilva had alerted her right after the explosion had occurred. She warned that Izumi must have gone to a new being, and as such, was worried endlessly. Inko, being the mother, responded in kind. This escalated when Mesilva noted that Izumi's gate had been the same as the one she described dropping Hizashi into.

Needless to say, standing in front of the school, Inko was ready to tear someone apart, and Mesilva was ready to feed what was left to the hounds. This only got worse as the flames spewed from the classroom Izumi had been in, and the rest of the school slowly made their way from the back field, the regular evacuation zone.

Everyone, but Izumi. Even when questioned, by the public and the police, everyone in the class agreed on the same story. A story the teacher had told them to follow. The villain had taken Izumi hostage, before combusting when their demands weren't met. Mesilva knew it was fat crap, and Inko trusted her. However, the same constant remained. Izumi was unreachable until her return.

The firefighters made their way in, controlling the fire as they could. Local heroes as well came forward to either keep the people away, help smother the fire, or scout around to see if Izumi or the imaginary villain were attempting an escape. Their genuine efforts were fruitless however, as there was no response from the room that had blown up.

The case soon closed as a hostage murder and the villains suicide, and that, for the community, was the end of it. Izumi was known as a villainous quirked, and the surviving students family members all agreed, that it was better her than their children. They all rather a villainous quirked die, before any others get harmed.

As the small embers smouldered for the next few days, Inko was just breaking down from anxiety, visiting each and every day to cope with her fear, even when Mesilva knew and told her she wouldn't be there. Inko knew her daughter was strong, she knew Izumi could stare down gods and laugh, but it didn't help her worry and Mesilva could only watch.

Soon enough though, Mesilva got Izumi's call. Mesilva could talk to her, and at that moment she cried in joy and relief. Her mind scanned all of Izumi, and after seeing she was unharmed, Mesilva worked on the background. What she saw, she recognized, and preparing her wolves, she dared to ask.

Izumi, was less than worried. Sure it was the god of death, sure he could kill her, sure she should definitely be afraid, but to her, Hades was something more like the father she wished Hizashi stayed as. Compassionate, caring (maybe to a worrying extent), and scary to start with but soft when she got to know him. Mesilva had half a mind to scold her, but relenting, she waited to speak to Hades one on one.

That moment soon came, when a man walked in following a 3 headed dog. He was tall, very muscular, and had jawline you could grate cheese with. His hair and beard flowed bright red like flames from the pits of Tartarus, and his skin was bone white. Skulls adorned his shoulder, on which sat a royal suit of black and orange. His eyes seemed to be voids that stared into Mesilvas soul, and his face itself fit nicely.

His presence screamed how he was a lord. The lord of the underworld. Mesilva however, was not scared. Izumi sat right there, and if Hades wanted to hurt her, Mesilva would show him exactly what happens to those who ruined her daughter. Hades could see her nearly glowing warnings, and he, was scared. Unlike Mesilva who ran unchallenged and anyone who dared to boldly hurt her was torn to shreds, Hades had dealt with Demeters anger, and did not want a repeat.