when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ it didn't really matter now, did it?
"you cowardly-- pathetic-- embarrassing excuse for a devil!" you cry out, slamming your fist into the side of the cave repeatedly.
you had effectively sliced and diced the puppet devil into cubed steaks, but in a last ditch effort to survive it crumbled the entrance of the cave behind it and ran to support it's little villain buddies. or, more likely run away. since it's a devil and it doesn't have any sense of loyalty.
your fist was bloody and bruised from slamming it into the wall. it hadn't done anything, and you would've used a matter weapon to dig your way out of the hole but your dominant arm was missing a few fingers. what? the fight got messy. you would've had sora kill you, so that you could reset and heal up fully in order to pierce through the rocks with your full strength, but sora was no where to be found still. you could only assume she was in the rainstorm center, which left you and yumi alone. except yumi left somewhere during the puppet fight, calling you a sadist and shaking her head disapprovingly before disappearing. which was rich coming from a literal devil.
so now you were left to your own devices, your dominant hand missing fingers and your other completely bruised and broken. after a while of sitting and staring at the wall, you let out a sigh. the puppet devil would kill your classmates if it came across them, and the villains were probably still torturing them as you sat here safe behind the rubble.
you had been hoping it wouldn't get like this, but...
tw - suicide
a small .38 caliber pistol forms out of the swirling black matter in the palm of your non dominant hand. the way your knuckles bend as your hand curls around the body of the pistol stings a bit, not as much as it should. it's like a paper cut, when it should feel like your knuckles are splitting. apparently, according to those researchers, the more you died the higher your pain tolerance became. that was nice, you supposed.
it didn't stop you from using the gun you knew would hurt the least. you won't even hear the gunshot, it'll be over too quickly for your body to register the pain. this is the fastest you can get to "instant death".
you still hesitate.
maybe having the sanity to not kill yourself at your own convenience is what made you feel like you were still a little bit human.
it didn't really matter now, did it? you place the barrel of the gun at your chin and pull the trigger.
'*•.¸♡ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ♡¸.•*'
aizawa lets out a guttural cry as nomu snaps his arm like he's merely a doll. "you can erase quirks. that's wonderful, but it's nothing impressive. in the face of overwhelming power, you might as well be quirkless." shigaraki says coldly, smiling beneath the hand hiding his face. aizawa lifts his head a bit, glancing over his shoulder to erase the quirk of the birdlike beast holding him to the ground. it merely slams its hand down and breaks his arm further, the ground beneath it splintering from the force of it's strength.
