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On the edge of oblivion stood a basilica, tall, dark, and among the void known as Musutafu. A sanctuary of the rejects of society, St. Midoriya’s Cathedral was known around the world as a house of horrors. Any normal human found it impossible to enter through the gates, but those who can are usually better left off dead.
Was it worse to be forever running and hiding from the phantoms that once were, or to join them, hunting and roaming the cloisters and staring through the lancets, empty and murderous.
That’s what Dabi’s stupid mentor claimed, at least. He thought it was just another load of crap, in an attempt to scare the living shits out of children. He didn’t know it was actually here, so when he ventured off alone to find this so-called, “St. Midoriya’s Cathedral,” He didn’t expect it to actually be real.
The basilica loomed over him, standing tall amongst the Musutafu smog, bearing no light inside. The moon was his only source of light, as he stood there, amongst the trees, draped in a dark cloak over his pristine suit, watching.
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“What are the people that live in the cathedral called, Matsumoto-sensei?” a girl in red asked, raising her hand as her face was shrouded with doubt.
Mr. Matsumoto, a tall, lanky old man, merely laughed, “Oh, there’s different types of ghosts living there. Far too many to explain.”
“Like what?” the girl in red persisted, turning her mentor red, “If there are far too many ghosts to explain, give us the more popular ones.’
Matsumoto-sensei sighed, picking up one of the haggard pieces of chalk and began to scribble on the board, mindlessly ranting about the supernatural and what not.
“Phantoms are an umbrella term of the spirits that keep lookout for their supposed “god” and the ones who guard the entrances of the cathedral. The guards are placed on the inside walls rather than the outside, in order to prevent people from leaving.” Matsumoto-Sensei harangued, scribbling notes onto the board, “A breed of phantoms that are common among the walls of the cathedral are Phantasms, which are only visible through the corner of one’s eyes. They are much more dangerous than a mere ghost, and hunt the poor humans that venture into the building in the name of their god.”
“Is there god a ghost, too?” the girl in red interrupted, clearly annoying the sensei with her tenacious questions.
Suppressing his feelings of annoyance, Matsumoto-Sensei continued his lesson, “A Shade is one of the lower-ranking ghosts, whose sole purpose is to decorate the halls of the cathedral. Cold Maidens are another type of Shade, who are too self-absorbed in their own issues to be much of an issue. Spectres are a much more hostile breed of Shades, whose only ability is to shriek when they encounter a breathing being, alarming the Phantoms.”
A different student raised their hand, much to Matsumoto-Sensei’s relief, “I’ve heard about Poltergeists being present in the belfries. Is that true?”
Matsumoto-Sensei smiled, “Correct! Poltergeists are one of the few types of spirits in the Cathedral that can actually leave the building, but not the actual premises.”
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Dabi found it weird, however, that somehow poltergeists were able to leave the building but were eternally doomed on the property, but other ghosts weren’t? How is that possible? Was some sort of supernatural force preventing them from leaving?
There was no sign of any spirits in the Cathedral. It was dark, cold, and the smog was slowly making its way through Dabi’s gas mask. Either way, he was too far from home to go back, and he can’t take it off. Within less than 4 minutes he’d die out here. Alone in the woods.
Dabi snorted. Would he become trapped inside the basilica, too?
Dabi thought it was a load of bullshit. He didn’t even cover half of the spirits inhabiting the building, and Dabi had to waste precious time digging through the internet to find reliable sources. He went through wormholes to find out how they weren’t able to leave the cathedral, and the answers varied. The only resemblance the wormholes had, is that each spirit serves a purpose within the walls, but that was something Dabi had to figure out.
Could it be some sort of god that Matsumoto-Sensei had mentioned? Or some extraterrestrial being far too complicated for mankind to find out.
Dabi huddled against one of the surrounding trees, as a flood of cold air invaded the forest. Whatever was happening wasn’t a good sign. The smog was thickening, and it was slowly finding itself into Dabi’s respiratory system.
He didn’t really have a choice, did he? Dabi sighed, quickly pacing himself into a short pace as he approached the large, metal chantilly gates. The metal towered above him, stretching farther upwards before disappearing into the smog. Odd.
Dabi righted himself as he took another step forward, as the gates miraculously opened, a dreary cry of age following so. Dabi recoiled in sudden shock, but the intoxicating feeling of smog sent him crossing the gates, passed two pale apparitions dressed as soldiers, arms crossed, a dagger in each palm.
The raven paused to look up, spotting the spikes of the cathedral, and not too far away were the beady, voracious eyes of the gargoyles. Albeit their grotesque carvings, Dabi found them charming. Like a hideous vase gifted from a toxic auntie.
Although he wouldn’t admit it, he found the minster frightening. The gothic walls mixed with the eerie Musutafu smog was a pairing made from the depths of the underworld, and much to Dabi’s amusement, this place was probably once all sunshine and rainbows judging by the rustic playground a few meters from the entrance.
Dabi made his way closer to the entrance, admiring the elaborate carvings in the surrounding columns. One particular carving caught his eye, as he gently traced the sculpture with a gloved finger. It depicted a figure slowly rising from the pillars, as the boy began to build itself up until it was almost free.
Turning back, Dabi began to make his way through the doorframe’s magnificence, and found himself in the nave of the cathedral. It was surprisingly plain, with the dark oak pews and pale, monochromatic scheme of the stained glass.
They depicted some sort of symbolism, and the excessively large rose window spared little to no light to see inside.
“What the fuck?” Dabi muttered to himself, lowering the hood of his cape, staring at the sconces. They were...lit? The bright red flames were vibrant, but did little to provide the light needed to illuminate the room.
Dabi doubted whatever the fuck was happening. This place was supposedly “abandoned” but the torches were fully lit, and the surrounding air didn’t seem to alter the flames.
“What a load of bullshit,” Dabi sighed, ruffling his hair in frustration, muttering curses to himself as he took a closer look at his surroundings.
This place was supposed to be scary, haunted with the ghosts of the past, and he had little to no interaction with these beings. It wasn’t even scary at all. It just looked like a fucking plain ass tacky Notre Dame, dark, damp and filled with blood.
Oh.
Oh no.
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