Vitaevor (BNHA x Villain OC)

1: Prelude to Chaos

Night had fallen over the city, draping it in a cloak of darkness punctuated by the sporadic glow of streetlights and the distant hum of activity. The oppressive heat of the day had given way to a cooler, more sinister air, wrapping the urban landscape in an eerie stillness. In an alleyway, cloaked in shadows, stood a figure whose mere presence exuded an aura of dread. Vitaevor was on the hunt.

His eyes, cold and calculating, glinted with a predatory gleam as he surveyed the street from his hidden vantage point. The Quirk that had earned him his fearsome reputation, Vitality Drain, crackled faintly at his fingertips, a subtle but deadly reminder of his power. He watched the ebb and flow of the nightlife, waiting for the perfect target-someone isolated, someone vulnerable.

A lone man, slightly inebriated and oblivious to the looming danger, exited a nearby bar. He stumbled slightly, his footsteps echoing down the deserted street. Vitaevor moved with the silent grace of a panther, his steps barely a whisper on the concrete. In an instant, he was upon the man, one hand clamping over his mouth, the other pressing against his chest with an iron grip.

The man struggled, eyes wide with terror, but it was futile. Vitaevor's Quirk activated, a surge of energy rushing into him as he drained the man's vitality. He felt the man's life force ebbing away, the struggles growing weaker with each passing second. The once-vibrant energy now flowed into Vitaevor, strengthening him, fueling his insatiable hunger for power. As the energy coursed through him, he felt an intoxicating rush, a wave of invincibility that made him feel incredibly powerful.

As the man's body went limp, collapsing lifelessly to the ground, Vitaevor released him without a second thought. The cold, empty eyes of his victim stared up at the night sky, a silent testament to Vitaevor's ruthlessness. He took a moment to savor the surge of power, the heightened senses, the strength coursing through his veins. He was unstoppable.

But this was just the beginning. Vitaevor knew that true power lay not just in individual strength but in alliances. Whispers in the underworld spoke of a group that could use someone of his abilities, a group that promised chaos and upheaval--the League of Villains.

His enhanced speed carried him swiftly through the city, leaving a trail of drained bodies in his wake. Each victim added to his power, his control over his Quirk growing with each life he extinguished. He needed to make an impression, to prove his worth to the League.

As dawn approached, Vitaevor stood atop a skyscraper, looking out over the sprawling cityscape. The first light of morning began to creep over the horizon, casting long shadows and bathing the city in a ghostly glow. He raised his hand, now pulsating with the accumulated energy of countless stolen lives, and unleashed a blast.

The shockwave rippled through the air, a crackling display of raw power that shattered windows and echoed through the streets. It was a clear message to anyone watching: Vitaevor had arrived, and he was ready to join the League of Villains.

In the distance, as the city slowly stirred to life, the seeds of chaos had been sown. Vitaevor's journey into darkness was only beginning, and the world would soon learn to fear his name.

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The first light of dawn had given way to the bustling activity of the city as it woke from its slumber. Vitaevor moved through the streets, blending in with the crowd, his dark cloak concealing his sinister intent. The energy he had accumulated the previous night still coursed through him, making him feel invincible, every fiber of his being thrumming with power.

As he navigated the city's labyrinthine alleys, snippets of conversation reached his ears. One name kept cropping up: Stain, the Hero Killer. The mere mention of Stain's name brought a smirk to Vitaevor's lips. Stain had carved a path of bloodshed and fear, earning him a reputation that caught the League of Villains' attention. Vitaevor knew that to make his mark, he needed to emulate that brutal efficiency.