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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 1, 2024 0:23:12 GMT
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 1, 2024 0:55:39 GMT
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 15, 2024 5:46:05 GMT
Author's Note: This will be a cathartic experience so the only thing you'll expect from this is Shigaraki crying like a little bitch.
Shigaraki stood at the center of it all, his fingers barely twitching as the ground beneath him crumbled into dust. Buildings collapsed in on themselves, people screaming as they fled in panic, though they had nowhere to go. His Decay ability spread out in pulses, ripping apart the very fabric of the city’s foundation. What was once a vibrant metropolis was turning to ruins under his hands.
"They never learn," Shigaraki muttered, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. He could still hear Toga’s last words, still feel the rage burning in his chest. This city, this *place,* would pay for her death.
As the destruction widened, the street cracked beneath his feet, and Shigaraki sneered at the chaos. His voice rose, mocking the heroes who always thought they could save everyone.
"You heroes... You're all the same. You think you can protect them? Save them? What a joke," he snarled, his hand twitching again as another building disintegrated into dust. "I’m going to wipe out every last one of them—burn this city to ash. Let’s see how strong your so-called justice really is when no one’s left to save."
But then, from behind him, a voice cut through the chaos, calm but edged with irritation. "You guys never let up, do ya?"
Shigaraki turned, his crimson eyes narrowing as he spotted a figure standing in the midst of the destruction. Baron Battosai,The Prince of Hinansho dressed in his stylish custom maid suit, but there's nothing stylish about the way he stood, sizing up the villain.
Baron’s fists clenched as he took in the scene—people running, screaming, while Shigaraki’s Decay ate away at everything. His jaw tightened. He’d seen this kind of senseless violence before, and every time it made him sick. There was no rhyme or reason to it—just destruction for the sake of it.
Shigaraki tilted his head, his grin widening in that unsettling, half-mad way. "And who the hell are you supposed to be?" His voice dripped with condescension, though his hands twitched slightly, always ready to strike. "Another so-called hero here to die trying?"
Baron met his gaze with a steely calm, his eyes narrowing. "Hero? Nah. I'm just a vampire in the mood of putting Posers like you in their place"
Shigaraki chuckled, the sound low and malicious, as if Baron’s words were an inside joke only he understood. "Stop me? Kid, you have no idea what you’re dealing with. I’m going to tear this city apart, kill every last one of them, and show the world just how *pointless* your hero system really is. Heroes like you are nothing but delusional—"
Whatever villainous speech he had planned was cut short as Baron's fist slammed into his face with a force that shook the ground beneath them.
The impact sent Shigaraki flying, skidding across the street like a ragdoll, his body smashing through debris and rubble. The ground shattered where he landed, a long trench of cracked asphalt trailing behind him as his momentum finally ground to a halt.
Baron stood where he’d thrown the punch, dusting off his knuckles, unfazed. "Ugh really is this what you so-called villains sound like? How in the hell Paragons put up with your BS," he muttered.
From deep within Baron’s mind, a familiar voice stirred, dripping with dark amusement. *"That's it, my boy,"* The Daemon’s voice echoed, laughing with manic glee. *"There’s a time for talk and a time for throwing hands. Guess you’re not too useless after all."*
"Fuck you right back," Baron muttered under his breath, his face set in grim focus as he watched Shigaraki pull himself to his feet. The villain wasn’t done yet, but Baron wasn’t planning on letting him continue his rampage either. This fight was just getting started, and Baron wasn’t about to let this psychopath destroy any more lives.
No more talking. This was a fight now.
Shigaraki staggered as he got back on his feet, his vision swimming from the force of the punch. He raised a trembling hand to his face, only to find that his lower jaw wasn’t just aching—it was *broken.* The jagged pain shot through his skull like a white-hot spike, the kind that made his vision blur and his body tremble involuntarily.
He gritted his teeth—what was left of them—trying to use his Decay ability to manipulate his own flesh, hoping to set his jaw back in place. But nothing happened.
Shigaraki’s eyes widened in panic, confusion filling him for the first time in a long while. How could this be happening?
His thoughts were cut short by a voice that sent a chill crawling up his spine.
"You know the difference between myself and a Paragon, Poser?"
Shigaraki’s body froze, his instincts screaming at him to *run,* but he couldn’t move. Slowly, he glanced back, meeting Baron's eyes. What he saw there was enough to stop his breath.
Baron wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t taunting him. There was no hero’s empathy, no pity, no concern. Just cold, unwavering detachment. "They'll offer mercy to you. With me, there will be none"
In that moment, Shigaraki realized just how *screwed* he was.
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 15, 2024 5:47:22 GMT
Yeah Shiggy, you're not dealing with Punk Heroes this time around! I take it back Stars put up a fight. Not her fault that she was dealing with a poser with a cheat code.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 16, 2024 1:50:49 GMT
Author's Note: This will be a cathartic experience so the only thing you'll expect from this is Shigaraki crying like a little bitch. Shigaraki stood at the center of it all, his fingers barely twitching as the ground beneath him crumbled into dust. Buildings collapsed in on themselves, people screaming as they fled in panic, though they had nowhere to go. His Decay ability spread out in pulses, ripping apart the very fabric of the city’s foundation. What was once a vibrant metropolis was turning to ruins under his hands. "They never learn," Shigaraki muttered, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. He could still hear Toga’s last words, still feel the rage burning in his chest. This city, this *place,* would pay for her death. As the destruction widened, the street cracked beneath his feet, and Shigaraki sneered at the chaos. His voice rose, mocking the heroes who always thought they could save everyone. "You heroes... You're all the same. You think you can protect them? Save them? What a joke," he snarled, his hand twitching again as another building disintegrated into dust. "I’m going to wipe out every last one of them—burn this city to ash. Let’s see how strong your so-called justice really is when no one’s left to save." But then, from behind him, a voice cut through the chaos, calm but edged with irritation. "You guys never let up, do ya?" Shigaraki turned, his crimson eyes narrowing as he spotted a figure standing in the midst of the destruction. Baron Battosai,The Prince of Hinansho dressed in his stylish custom maid suit, but there's nothing stylish about the way he stood, sizing up the villain. Baron’s fists clenched as he took in the scene—people running, screaming, while Shigaraki’s Decay ate away at everything. His jaw tightened. He’d seen this kind of senseless violence before, and every time it made him sick. There was no rhyme or reason to it—just destruction for the sake of it. Shigaraki tilted his head, his grin widening in that unsettling, half-mad way. "And who the hell are you supposed to be?" His voice dripped with condescension, though his hands twitched slightly, always ready to strike. "Another so-called hero here to die trying?" Baron met his gaze with a steely calm, his eyes narrowing. "Hero? Nah. I'm just a vampire in the mood of putting Posers like you in their place" Shigaraki chuckled, the sound low and malicious, as if Baron’s words were an inside joke only he understood. "Stop me? Kid, you have no idea what you’re dealing with. I’m going to tear this city apart, kill every last one of them, and show the world just how *pointless* your hero system really is. Heroes like you are nothing but delusional—" Whatever villainous speech he had planned was cut short as Baron's fist slammed into his face with a force that shook the ground beneath them. The impact sent Shigaraki flying, skidding across the street like a ragdoll, his body smashing through debris and rubble. The ground shattered where he landed, a long trench of cracked asphalt trailing behind him as his momentum finally ground to a halt. Baron stood where he’d thrown the punch, dusting off his knuckles, unfazed. "Ugh really is this what you so-called villains sound like? How in the hell Paragons put up with your BS," he muttered. From deep within Baron’s mind, a familiar voice stirred, dripping with dark amusement. *"That's it, my boy,"* The Daemon’s voice echoed, laughing with manic glee. *"There’s a time for talk and a time for throwing hands. Guess you’re not too useless after all."*"Fuck you right back," Baron muttered under his breath, his face set in grim focus as he watched Shigaraki pull himself to his feet. The villain wasn’t done yet, but Baron wasn’t planning on letting him continue his rampage either. This fight was just getting started, and Baron wasn’t about to let this psychopath destroy any more lives. No more talking. This was a fight now. Shigaraki staggered as he got back on his feet, his vision swimming from the force of the punch. He raised a trembling hand to his face, only to find that his lower jaw wasn’t just aching—it was *broken.* The jagged pain shot through his skull like a white-hot spike, the kind that made his vision blur and his body tremble involuntarily. He gritted his teeth—what was left of them—trying to use his Decay ability to manipulate his own flesh, hoping to set his jaw back in place. But nothing happened. Shigaraki’s eyes widened in panic, confusion filling him for the first time in a long while. How could this be happening? His thoughts were cut short by a voice that sent a chill crawling up his spine. "You know the difference between myself and a Paragon, Poser?" Shigaraki’s body froze, his instincts screaming at him to *run,* but he couldn’t move. Slowly, he glanced back, meeting Baron's eyes. What he saw there was enough to stop his breath. Baron wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t taunting him. There was no hero’s empathy, no pity, no concern. Just cold, unwavering detachment. "They'll offer mercy to you. With me, there will be none" In that moment, Shigaraki realized just how *screwed* he was. This is already so awesome! This is the treatment Shigaraki should've received in the series canon! Just beat him into the dirt and smash his skull in! |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 16, 2024 22:19:53 GMT
Shigaraki stood frozen, confusion slowly bleeding into the rising panic in his chest. His jaw throbbed with the kind of pain that made it hard to focus, but worse than the pain was the sudden realization that his powers weren’t working. The weight of the situation pressed down on him as Baron's cold words echoed in his mind.
"They'll offer mercy to you. With me, there will be none."
Shigaraki wanted to scoff, wanted to laugh in the face of this so-called *Prince,* but the emptiness in Baron's eyes told him that he wasn’t bluffing. This wasn’t a hero. This was something else entirely.
Baron didn’t waste time. He pressed a finger to his ear, activating a small communicator embedded within his suit. "Guinevere," he said, his voice calm but with an edge of command. "I need civilians cleared from the area, now. Then raise the force field."
High above the chaos, perched on the rooftop of a nearby manga café, Guinevere was already in motion. The young witch, with her long silver hair cascading over her shoulder, smirked as she clasped her hands together, her eyes alight with focus. She was about the same age as Baron's younger sister, but far more mischievous, with an irreverence that could only be born from confidence in her power.
"Right-O, Boss!" she chirped, never missing a beat as she focused her energy. Her third eye—a mystical symbol that appeared on her forehead—glowed with a pale, otherworldly light, marking the connection between her and the astral realm. From that space between worlds, she could tap into raw magic, drawing power from nearby sources.
With a swift gesture, Guinevere's hands moved through the air, guiding the magic as if conducting an unseen orchestra. Her eyes flickered to a nearby fountain, and with a graceful twist of her wrist, the water within surged, spiraling into the air and weaving through the streets. Each droplet shimmered with a faint, blue glow as it transformed into a portal.
The civilians, who had been scattered in panic, found themselves gently enveloped by the watery tendrils, transported instantly to a safe zone on the outskirts of the city. The air shimmered with energy as Guinevere worked, moving effortlessly between sources of water in the surrounding area to evacuate the remaining civilians.
Once the streets were empty, she snapped her fingers, summoning a new pulse of power. The sky seemed to ripple, and from above, one of the Battosai family's private satellites locked onto the area. A force field descended, shimmering like a translucent dome, sealing off the battlefield entirely.
On the ground, Shigaraki blinked, his head swiveling as he realized what had happened. Where were the civilians? The screams, the running—*gone*. The chaos he fed on, the panic he thrived in, had been silenced. The realization gnawed at him, and he clenched his hands into fists, rage bubbling beneath the surface.
"All that destruction," Shigaraki spat, his voice thick with disbelief, "and you *hid* them from me? You think that’s gonna—"
Baron raised a hand, cutting him off with an eerie calm. "You may heal yourself."
The command was simple, direct. And to Shigaraki’s shock, his bility surged back to life. His broken jaw snapped back into place, the bone mending itself in an instant. The pain vanished, replaced by a bitter, twisted sense of relief.
But before Shigaraki could gloat or mock, Baron's voice cut through the silence again. "Now then," Baron said, cracking his knuckles with a deliberate, almost ritualistic motion, "let’s begin."
Shigaraki felt his stomach twist. This wasn’t a battle he could predict. This wasn’t the usual hero who played by the rules. Baron Battosai was different.
Meanwhile....In Heaven
Deerie whistled. Impressed by what was showcased down on earth. "I must say, That Boy is Mad Resourceful. It's a pity that he's on the wrong side ya know." Deerie took notes of the battle on her notepad.
Perched on her mother's shoulder Emily whispered to her Mom. "Uh...Why is she here"
"The Big Guy had a vibe about the boy the moment he sensed an awakening from his roommate awhile back. I'm here to analyze what we are dealing with" Deerie responds without looking up from her notepad.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 17, 2024 0:00:07 GMT
Shigaraki stood frozen, confusion slowly bleeding into the rising panic in his chest. His jaw throbbed with the kind of pain that made it hard to focus, but worse than the pain was the sudden realization that his powers weren’t working. The weight of the situation pressed down on him as Baron's cold words echoed in his mind. "They'll offer mercy to you. With me, there will be none." Shigaraki wanted to scoff, wanted to laugh in the face of this so-called *Prince,* but the emptiness in Baron's eyes told him that he wasn’t bluffing. This wasn’t a hero. This was something else entirely. Baron didn’t waste time. He pressed a finger to his ear, activating a small communicator embedded within his suit. "Guinevere," he said, his voice calm but with an edge of command. "I need civilians cleared from the area, now. Then raise the force field." High above the chaos, perched on the rooftop of a nearby manga café, Guinevere was already in motion. The young witch, with her long silver hair cascading over her shoulder, smirked as she clasped her hands together, her eyes alight with focus. She was about the same age as Baron's younger sister, but far more mischievous, with an irreverence that could only be born from confidence in her power. "Right-O, Boss!" she chirped, never missing a beat as she focused her energy. Her third eye—a mystical symbol that appeared on her forehead—glowed with a pale, otherworldly light, marking the connection between her and the astral realm. From that space between worlds, she could tap into raw magic, drawing power from nearby sources. With a swift gesture, Guinevere's hands moved through the air, guiding the magic as if conducting an unseen orchestra. Her eyes flickered to a nearby fountain, and with a graceful twist of her wrist, the water within surged, spiraling into the air and weaving through the streets. Each droplet shimmered with a faint, blue glow as it transformed into a portal. The civilians, who had been scattered in panic, found themselves gently enveloped by the watery tendrils, transported instantly to a safe zone on the outskirts of the city. The air shimmered with energy as Guinevere worked, moving effortlessly between sources of water in the surrounding area to evacuate the remaining civilians. Once the streets were empty, she snapped her fingers, summoning a new pulse of power. The sky seemed to ripple, and from above, one of the Battosai family's private satellites locked onto the area. A force field descended, shimmering like a translucent dome, sealing off the battlefield entirely. On the ground, Shigaraki blinked, his head swiveling as he realized what had happened. Where were the civilians? The screams, the running—*gone*. The chaos he fed on, the panic he thrived in, had been silenced. The realization gnawed at him, and he clenched his hands into fists, rage bubbling beneath the surface. "All that destruction," Shigaraki spat, his voice thick with disbelief, "and you *hid* them from me? You think that’s gonna—" Baron raised a hand, cutting him off with an eerie calm. "You may heal yourself." The command was simple, direct. And to Shigaraki’s shock, his bility surged back to life. His broken jaw snapped back into place, the bone mending itself in an instant. The pain vanished, replaced by a bitter, twisted sense of relief. But before Shigaraki could gloat or mock, Baron's voice cut through the silence again. "Now then," Baron said, cracking his knuckles with a deliberate, almost ritualistic motion, "let’s begin." Shigaraki felt his stomach twist. This wasn’t a battle he could predict. This wasn’t the usual hero who played by the rules. Baron Battosai was different.
Meanwhile....In Heaven
Deerie whistled. Impressed by what was showcased down on earth. "I must say, That Boy is Mad Resourceful. It's a pity that he's on the wrong side ya know." Deerie took notes of the battle on her notepad. Perched on her mother's shoulder Emily whispered to her Mom. "Uh...Why is she here" "The Big Guy had a vibe about the boy the moment he sensed an awakening from his roommate awhile back. I'm here to analyze what we are dealing with" Deerie responds without looking up from her notepad. This is absolutely cathartic! So nice to Shigaraki getting absolutely washed after all of his asspull powerups in the canon series! Not so tough without your roid infusion and gajillion Quirks are you Shigaraki? SuperDecay might be crazy powerful but it's not always going to be enough! This is going to be a beautiful beatdown! Guinvere is as fantastic as always! She is seriously powerful and it's really nice to see the Vampires being so considerate of the safety of others! That is how real heroes take care of business! Deerie being professional in her element is a surprise to be sure but a welcome one! Haven't seen her since Helluva! She's fantastic! This is awesome man! Sorry for the long wait. CPU Issues and stuff. Bleh. I blame Art! |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 17, 2024 0:04:36 GMT
Not a vampire. At least not this Gwen. The one you’re referring to is the Lord Ruler. This is one of Baron’s elite books bodyguards
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 17, 2024 0:42:49 GMT
Not a vampire. At least not this Gwen. The one you’re referring to is the Lord Ruler. This is one of Baron’s elite books bodyguards MB! Got the names mixed up. Either way, her introduction is absolutely fantastic! |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 17, 2024 23:55:45 GMT
Shigaraki barely had time to process what was happening before Baron blurred into motion. One second, Baron was standing several feet away, and the next—he was gone. The air cracked with the speed of his movement, a blur of motion that seemed almost supernatural in its fluidity. Before Shigaraki could react, Baron was upon him, his fist colliding with Shigaraki’s ribs with a bone-shattering force.
The blow sent Shigaraki skidding backward, his body tumbling through debris. He struggled to stand, coughing, his ribs aching from the impact. But Baron gave him no time to recover. Another strike came—this time to the gut, then a sharp knee to his chest. Each hit was precise, devastating, and relentless, leaving Shigaraki breathless and disoriented.
He tried to activate his Decay, his hand reaching out to disintegrate Baron’s body, but it was useless. Every time his fingertips brushed against the vampire’s skin, it regenerated almost instantly, healing faster than his Decay could even take hold. Shigaraki’s mouth twisted in frustration, his fingers twitching, desperate to feel the familiar rush of his power consuming his opponent.
But Baron didn’t slow. He moved faster than Shigaraki’s eyes could track, delivering punishing blow after punishing blow. The speed was unimaginable, beyond anything Shigaraki had encountered. This wasn’t just someone fast—it was as though time itself bent to Baron’s will. He was everywhere and nowhere at once, his attacks blurring into a dizzying storm of violence.
Shigaraki, still trying to regain control of the situation, threw a mass of debris at Baron, hoping to buy himself a moment to breathe. With a flick of his wrist, Baron shattered the crumbling remains of a building that Shigaraki hurled toward him, the debris exploding into harmless dust. The fear creeping into Shigaraki's mind grew more pronounced with each passing second, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
It wasn’t just the speed or strength of Baron—it was the sheer indifference. Shigaraki had faced powerful opponents before, but this vampire wasn’t fighting out of anger or revenge. There was no emotional drive behind Baron’s attacks—just cold, calculated destruction. The more Shigaraki fought back, the stronger Baron seemed to become, like the fear radiating off him was feeding the vampire.
Baron moved again, disappearing and reappearing behind Shigaraki in an instant. Shigaraki whirled around, his heart racing, but before he could react, a sharp pain seared through his ankle. He screamed, collapsing to the ground in agony. His mind reeled in shock as he looked down to see blood pooling around what remained of his right ankle—his foot, severed cleanly from his leg, lay a few feet away.
Terror overwhelmed him. This wasn’t just a battle anymore—it was survival, and he was losing. Shigaraki’s vision swam, his pulse hammering in his ears as the pain intensified. He tried to scramble away, crawling through the dirt and rubble, his mind filled with desperate thoughts of escape.
But then, Baron's voice pierced through the haze of panic.
Except—it wasn’t his voice anymore.
The words came from his mouth, but they carried a deeper, darker resonance. A voice not his own, but something ancient, malevolent, and hungry for suffering.
"No tears please," the Daemon's voice oozed, each word chilling in its deliberate slowness. Baron's mouth twisted into a sinister smile, the expression devoid of humanity. "Such a waste of good suffering."
Shigaraki’s body trembled uncontrollably, his breath catching in his throat as the full horror of his situation hit him. He was not just fighting Baron Battosai anymore. He was up against something far worse. Something that relished his fear.
Meanwhile....In Heaven
"Ooooooh now this has gotten interesting. Maybe we'll finally see what he's capable of" Deerie say with a surprisingly earerness in her voice. The other's in heaven has their own respective reactions but Emily's is the most interesting. Her stomach is in knots as she clutch at her mother. No matter how much she tries to hide it she's trembling. And she has every tight to.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 18, 2024 0:45:34 GMT
Shigaraki barely had time to process what was happening before Baron blurred into motion. One second, Baron was standing several feet away, and the next—he was gone. The air cracked with the speed of his movement, a blur of motion that seemed almost supernatural in its fluidity. Before Shigaraki could react, Baron was upon him, his fist colliding with Shigaraki’s ribs with a bone-shattering force. The blow sent Shigaraki skidding backward, his body tumbling through debris. He struggled to stand, coughing, his ribs aching from the impact. But Baron gave him no time to recover. Another strike came—this time to the gut, then a sharp knee to his chest. Each hit was precise, devastating, and relentless, leaving Shigaraki breathless and disoriented. He tried to activate his Decay, his hand reaching out to disintegrate Baron’s body, but it was useless. Every time his fingertips brushed against the vampire’s skin, it regenerated almost instantly, healing faster than his Decay could even take hold. Shigaraki’s mouth twisted in frustration, his fingers twitching, desperate to feel the familiar rush of his power consuming his opponent. But Baron didn’t slow. He moved faster than Shigaraki’s eyes could track, delivering punishing blow after punishing blow. The speed was unimaginable, beyond anything Shigaraki had encountered. This wasn’t just someone fast—it was as though time itself bent to Baron’s will. He was everywhere and nowhere at once, his attacks blurring into a dizzying storm of violence. Shigaraki, still trying to regain control of the situation, threw a mass of debris at Baron, hoping to buy himself a moment to breathe. With a flick of his wrist, Baron shattered the crumbling remains of a building that Shigaraki hurled toward him, the debris exploding into harmless dust. The fear creeping into Shigaraki's mind grew more pronounced with each passing second, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. It wasn’t just the speed or strength of Baron—it was the sheer indifference. Shigaraki had faced powerful opponents before, but this vampire wasn’t fighting out of anger or revenge. There was no emotional drive behind Baron’s attacks—just cold, calculated destruction. The more Shigaraki fought back, the stronger Baron seemed to become, like the fear radiating off him was feeding the vampire. Baron moved again, disappearing and reappearing behind Shigaraki in an instant. Shigaraki whirled around, his heart racing, but before he could react, a sharp pain seared through his ankle. He screamed, collapsing to the ground in agony. His mind reeled in shock as he looked down to see blood pooling around what remained of his right ankle—his foot, severed cleanly from his leg, lay a few feet away. Terror overwhelmed him. This wasn’t just a battle anymore—it was survival, and he was losing. Shigaraki’s vision swam, his pulse hammering in his ears as the pain intensified. He tried to scramble away, crawling through the dirt and rubble, his mind filled with desperate thoughts of escape. But then, Baron's voice pierced through the haze of panic. Except—it wasn’t his voice anymore. The words came from his mouth, but they carried a deeper, darker resonance. A voice not his own, but something ancient, malevolent, and hungry for suffering. "No tears please," the Daemon's voice oozed, each word chilling in its deliberate slowness. Baron's mouth twisted into a sinister smile, the expression devoid of humanity. "Such a waste of good suffering."Shigaraki’s body trembled uncontrollably, his breath catching in his throat as the full horror of his situation hit him. He was not just fighting Baron Battosai anymore. He was up against something far worse. Something that relished his fear.
Meanwhile....In Heaven "Ooooooh now this has gotten interesting. Maybe we'll finally see what he's capable of" Deerie say with a surprisingly earerness in her voice. The other's in heaven has their own respective reactions but Emily's is the most interesting. Her stomach is in knots as she clutch at her mother. No matter how much she tries to hide it she's trembling. And she has every tight to. Ohhhhh this is beautiful! Not so tough without all of your enhancements and bullshit regen are you Shigaraki? Have your fun, Baron! You too Demon bro! RIP AND TEAR! RIP AND TEAR UNTIL IT'S DONE! On that note, I believe there's a fanfic out there of Shigaraki encountering The Motherfucking Doom Slayer. It goes about as well as you can expect. A lot like how this fight is going right now in fact! IC! Sera knelt down and scooped up her little girl into her arms. She held her close and stroked her hair reassuringly as divine holy light shined out of her to calm her daughter back down. "Shhhhh, shhhh, it's alright Emily. You're safe here. This is Heaven. We are and always will be safe here." Sera reassured her daughter gently. "Undoubtably but how are you finding the fight?" "As one-sided as we expected but considering the sheer amount of death he's caused I can't say I feel any pity." Sera responded to Dearie. Meanwhile, Adam and Lute were munching on popcorn. "I am going to write one hell of a rock song about this guy." Adam quipped. |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 18, 2024 1:23:47 GMT
Now here's the catharic moment. Of Shigaraki crying like a little bitch. Shigaraki was on the verge of breaking—his breath came in shallow, panicked gasps, his chest tightening as the horror of the situation sank in. His body shook uncontrollably, and tears welled in his eyes, but they refused to fall. He had no words left to shout, no threats to hurl, only the instinct to survive. The decaying villain—who had once reduced entire cities to dust—was reduced to a trembling figure, kneeling amidst the wreckage, his eyes wide with primal terror. His fingers scrambled for anything he could grab—a piece of broken asphalt, a shard of glass—and he flung them desperately at Baron. But by now, it wasn’t Baron who stood before him—it was something far darker, far more terrifying. The Daemon within Baron didn’t even flinch. The debris bounced harmlessly off him, as if Shigaraki’s attacks were nothing more than an irritating breeze. The wicked grin that spread across the Daemon’s face grew wider with each piece of rubble that failed to make a dent, the gleam in his eyes mocking Shigaraki’s futile attempts.
"Is that the best you can do?" the Daemon taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. And then he laughed. It wasn’t a human laugh—it was a sound that clawed its way out of the Daemon’s throat, deep and hollow, reverberating through the air like the tolling of a death knell. The laugh echoed through the streets, bouncing off the crumbling buildings, making the ground beneath Shigaraki seem to quake. It sent a chill down his spine, colder than anything he had ever felt. His blood ran ice-cold, paralyzed by the sound that seemed to stretch time itself. Before Shigaraki could react further, the Daemon’s eyes narrowed, and with a voice that was as sharp as a blade, he uttered a single command. "Silence."
Shigaraki’s eyes widened in shock as his mouth—his *entire mouth*—was suddenly sealed shut. His upper and lower lips fused together seamlessly, as if they had never existed separately. His hands flew to his face in panic, fingers clawing at where his mouth had been, but there was nothing. No opening, no scream—only the muffled horror of his gasps, trapped inside. His eyes darted to the pendant around Baron’s neck, now glowing with an angelic light. For a moment, hope flickered in Shigaraki’s mind—perhaps this was his salvation. But the Daemon only laughed harder, its grin widening with a twisted delight as the pendant’s light grew brighter. "You think you know pain, boy?" the Daemon growled, its voice dripping with malice. "You think *this* is agony?"The Daemon closed his eyes, focusing on the pendant’s angelic glow. He could feel the essence radiating from it— hope, compassion, benevolence. It was the purest of emotions, a light meant to uplift, to inspire.And yet, the Daemon found it amusing. "Hehe," it chuckled, the sound vibrating through the air. "There’s no music in that."With a slow, deliberate motion, the Daemon reached out, letting the pendant’s energy flow into him. He absorbed the pure emotions, pulling them into the dark well of his being, corrupting them as they entered his body. The pendant’s once-bright glow began to fade, growing dimmer and dimmer, until it was swallowed completely by the Daemon’s presence. The pendant vanished, absorbed within him. As the Daemon’s form shifted, two large, blackened angelic wings sprouted from his back. They stretched wide, feathers dark as the void, their edges shimmering with an unnatural glow. His eyes gleamed with a fevered light as he lifted his gaze to the sky, the wicked smile never leaving his face. "Hallelujah!" he roared, his voice a twisted mockery of divine ecstasy. The word echoed in the ruins around them, turning the night into something far more dreadful.
Meanwhile---In Heaven Adam:  Lute: "Fuck" Emily: "Oh...My...G-" Dearie points at Emily, cutting her off. "Don't! Don't say his name in vain!" |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 18, 2024 1:27:33 GMT
Am I the only one getting an Angelus vibe from this Daemon?  |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Oct 18, 2024 2:19:46 GMT
Now here's the catharic moment. Of Shigaraki crying like a little bitch. Shigaraki was on the verge of breaking—his breath came in shallow, panicked gasps, his chest tightening as the horror of the situation sank in. His body shook uncontrollably, and tears welled in his eyes, but they refused to fall. He had no words left to shout, no threats to hurl, only the instinct to survive. The decaying villain—who had once reduced entire cities to dust—was reduced to a trembling figure, kneeling amidst the wreckage, his eyes wide with primal terror. His fingers scrambled for anything he could grab—a piece of broken asphalt, a shard of glass—and he flung them desperately at Baron. But by now, it wasn’t Baron who stood before him—it was something far darker, far more terrifying. The Daemon within Baron didn’t even flinch. The debris bounced harmlessly off him, as if Shigaraki’s attacks were nothing more than an irritating breeze. The wicked grin that spread across the Daemon’s face grew wider with each piece of rubble that failed to make a dent, the gleam in his eyes mocking Shigaraki’s futile attempts.
"Is that the best you can do?" the Daemon taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. And then he laughed. It wasn’t a human laugh—it was a sound that clawed its way out of the Daemon’s throat, deep and hollow, reverberating through the air like the tolling of a death knell. The laugh echoed through the streets, bouncing off the crumbling buildings, making the ground beneath Shigaraki seem to quake. It sent a chill down his spine, colder than anything he had ever felt. His blood ran ice-cold, paralyzed by the sound that seemed to stretch time itself. Before Shigaraki could react further, the Daemon’s eyes narrowed, and with a voice that was as sharp as a blade, he uttered a single command. "Silence."
Shigaraki’s eyes widened in shock as his mouth—his *entire mouth*—was suddenly sealed shut. His upper and lower lips fused together seamlessly, as if they had never existed separately. His hands flew to his face in panic, fingers clawing at where his mouth had been, but there was nothing. No opening, no scream—only the muffled horror of his gasps, trapped inside. His eyes darted to the pendant around Baron’s neck, now glowing with an angelic light. For a moment, hope flickered in Shigaraki’s mind—perhaps this was his salvation. But the Daemon only laughed harder, its grin widening with a twisted delight as the pendant’s light grew brighter. "You think you know pain, boy?" the Daemon growled, its voice dripping with malice. "You think *this* is agony?"The Daemon closed his eyes, focusing on the pendant’s angelic glow. He could feel the essence radiating from it— hope, compassion, benevolence. It was the purest of emotions, a light meant to uplift, to inspire.And yet, the Daemon found it amusing. "Hehe," it chuckled, the sound vibrating through the air. "There’s no music in that."With a slow, deliberate motion, the Daemon reached out, letting the pendant’s energy flow into him. He absorbed the pure emotions, pulling them into the dark well of his being, corrupting them as they entered his body. The pendant’s once-bright glow began to fade, growing dimmer and dimmer, until it was swallowed completely by the Daemon’s presence. The pendant vanished, absorbed within him. As the Daemon’s form shifted, two large, blackened angelic wings sprouted from his back. They stretched wide, feathers dark as the void, their edges shimmering with an unnatural glow. His eyes gleamed with a fevered light as he lifted his gaze to the sky, the wicked smile never leaving his face. "Hallelujah!" he roared, his voice a twisted mockery of divine ecstasy. The word echoed in the ruins around them, turning the night into something far more dreadful.
Meanwhile---In Heaven Adam: Lute: "Fuck" Emily: "Oh...My...G-" Dearie points at Emily, cutting her off. "Don't! Don't say his name in vain!" Sera: "Lord then! But, seriously, HOW?! Literally HOW?! That...that doesn't even make sense! I-I could see Dracula doing that but how did he pull it off?! What class of being is Baron?" Dearie: "We'll...we'll discuss that later. I'm sure that your hubby can shed some light on that mystery. For now though, this is definitely some interesting data." Adam: "....I've got nothing anymore. This is fucking terrifying." Lute actually turned her attention away from the scene on Earth go comfort Emily alongside Sera. - This bonkers! I certainly never saw that coming! Shigaraki's about to get utterly obliterated and I am here for it! The funny thing is? As painful as its going to be? Getting obliterated is basically his canon fate anyway. Although, Baron's going to be considerably more brutal than Deku punching him into dust after all that wtf of Shigaraki's body falling apart from the....whatever the hell happened in the Vestige world. The end of MHA was weird. This is actually considerably more logical. AT ANY RATE! Looking forward to the grand beautiful brutal bloody finale of the beatdown! Definitely feeling The Angelus Vibes of The Inner Demon. |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 19, 2024 15:07:47 GMT
The Daemon loomed over Shigaraki, his shadow stretching ominously across the broken ground. Shigaraki, still reeling from the pain, watched in disbelief as his ankle—the one that had been severed moments ago—began to heal. Bone knit together, muscle reformed, and skin smoothed over the wound until it was as if the injury had never happened. But instead of relief, dread filled Shigaraki’s veins. His body trembled as he scrambled to his feet, unsteady, like a newborn fawn trying to escape a predator it had no hope of outrunning.
He turned to flee, panic making his limbs jerk with desperation. But the Daemon was faster.
Before Shigaraki had even taken two steps, the Daemon appeared in front of him, the movement so fast it was like he had simply materialized. A grin stretched across the Daemon's face, and he bared his fangs, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.
"We’re going to play a little game," the Daemon said, his voice low and dripping with malice. "It’s called *I’m the Predator, and you’re the Prey.*"
Shigaraki froze, eyes wide, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.
"All you have to do," the Daemon continued, leaning in close enough for Shigaraki to feel the chill radiating from him, "is survive me... for five minutes." He paused, savoring Shigaraki’s fear. "*Starting now.*"
Before Shigaraki could even process the words, the Daemon’s hand lashed out. With casual brutality, he backhanded Shigaraki across the face, the force of the blow sending him flying through the air like a ragdoll. Shigaraki’s body hurtled through the night, crashing through buildings and debris, until he was flung straight through the shattered window of an empty middle school. The impact shook the structure, leaving a trail of destruction behind him.
The Daemon stood still for a moment, licking his lips, savoring the thrill of the hunt. He inhaled deeply, as if the taste of Shigaraki’s terror was intoxicating.
Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached behind him. His claws dug into the flesh at the base of his neck, and with a sickening squelch, he pulled. From his own body, he extracted what looked like a sword, but it was no ordinary weapon. The handle was jagged, made from his own spine, the vertebrae twisted and cruelly sharpened. The blade itself pulsed with dark energy, a grotesque mixture of the Daemon’s blood and the malevolent power that flowed through him, dripping like ink onto the ground.
As the Daemon’s body healed from the self-inflicted wound, his wings stretched, each flap sending out a gust of wind that scattered the rubble at his feet. His eyes locked onto the distance, where Shigaraki had crashed, and with a sinister grin, he leapt into the air, his wings carrying him toward his prey. The chase had begun.
"Yo"
Dearie glanced at Adam.
"Should we put a stop to this? At the very least put this asshole *points at Shigaraki* out of his misery. At least with Lute and I, we just kill a bitch but this is barbaric"
"Stay out of this" Dearie scowled. "You being the First Man should know that, when it concerns vampires, whatever happens happens. And so far this creature hasn't harmed an innocent. Even if it did, we stay out of it unless there's an apocalyptic scenario. Besides, that Boy(Shigaraki) down there brought it on himself."
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