Death Paradox 💥BAKUDEKU💥

The Interstice of Fate

this chapter has now been rewritten so sorry for the delay in this book! forgive me!



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The Interstice of Fate

Izuku's eyes shot open, and he found himself suspended in a nightmarish void. The ground, or whatever passed for it, felt unsteady beneath his feet. Before him, a fractured landscape of floating islands greeted his bewildered gaze.

The Interstice of Fate had claimed him after his first death.

His heart pounded as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. What is this place? There was no sun, no stars, just an ever-shifting sky that blended deep purples, blacks, and blood-red hues. It was as if the very heavens wept blood and the dust of the cosmos drifted endlessly through a never-ending sky.

"Where am I?" he muttered, his voice swallowed by the oppressive silence. Whispers filled the air, ghostly echoes of countless voices that reverberated through the void. It was as though the lost souls of this realm were watching and waiting.

The fractured memories of floating islands held shadows of worlds he'd never known but felt connected to. One appeared as a distorted cityscape, skyscrapers twisted and gnarled. Izuku's heart skipped a beat as he recognized a visage of Katsuki and what appeared to be him, both engaged in a dangerous mission he'd never been on, flames and explosions painting up the twisted skyline.

His eyes flittered across to another island that resembled a shattered forest, trees petrified in unnatural angles. Izuku stood in a clearing clad in intricate medieval attire, his eyes fixed on a wooden table covered in moss and leaves, where he meticulously examined the various botanical and fungal samples in front of him.

These islands held fragments of his life, or he guessed what could have been his life, each one a puzzle piece he couldn't quite fit together.

Izuku took a hesitant step, only to find himself floating upward, defying gravity. Panic welled within him as he clawed at the air, attempting to find solid ground.

As he moved, the landscape shifted around him. What had been a forest now became a desolate wasteland. The ground beneath his feet transformed into a churning sea of shadows that seemed to consume everything in their path. Izuku's pulse quickened, and he felt a rising sense of dread.

Suddenly, a series of hundreds of distorted mirrors hung in the void. They reflected his image back at him, but it was not the Izuku he recognized. In one mirror, he saw himself as a child, eyes wide with innocence. In another, a grizzled version of himself, marked by battles and hardship.

The mirrors didn't merely show his past; they whispered of his future, of different alternate realities. In one, he saw himself standing before a colossal villain, a battle of epic proportions. In another, a vision of a peaceful world, where heroes and villains had found a way to coexist.

"Izuku Midoriya," a voice echoed, both distant and intimate, from everywhere and nowhere. It sent shivers racing down his spine, and he turned to see a tall, cloaked figure emerging from the shifting shadows. The figure's dark red cloak billowed ominously, and Izuku paled at the face beneath the hood.

It was a face that was probably going to giant him for the rest of his existence, a face that belonged to nightmares. Six pale, luminescent eyes glowed with a cold, unsettling light, scanning him with an almost predatory curiosity. Each eye seemed to pierce through his very soul, leaving him feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.

The figure's mouth, seemingly normal, slowly began to stretch into an unnaturally wide grin. The skin around the mouth cracked and split as it opened, revealing rows of long, razor-sharp fangs. The grin was menacing, a dark promise of danger and pain.