Twisting Nether. A realm of unending layers upon layers of chaotic
magics that often defy the laws of time and space within itself,
often inhabited by various demons and other entities that tend to be
teetering on the path of destruction by evil and a notable standpoint
for battle between worlds, whether they be personal, global, or even
galactic in scale. Nearly two years ago, a fight between the Lord,
Alphus Durand Daevara and his Fel-tainted ancestor, Alphaeron Daevara
who was originally the Patriarch of the family, took place among the
shattered remains of an ancient world of unknown. The Lord
reluctantly defeated such an ‘evil’, with not only the cost of his
left arm, but bearing a message upon death that Azeroth would burn,
one way or another.
it would seem Lindeara and her newfound master have their sights on
what remains of the charred battlefield as she comes seeking what her
master desires… Aside from the chaotic leaking energies from within
the crater, the smell of demon’s blood would not only coat the air
but puddle the grounds around such a scenery. The drained corpses of
what were fel guards and wrathfiends, twisted and mangled by the
magics of the powerful demoness who had hopped into the crater as if
it were child’s play. She stepping up to the prize she sought with
her blackened and torn wings folded into her shoulder-blades. The
sound of bone reforming with a cracking sound so that her wings were
dispatched would be heard, laced with the giggling of crazed joy in
the sultry female’s voice. “You weren’t kidding, Master… you
did have a bone to pick with him… quite literally… that meal made
this all the worth it though…”
woman always appeared to be speaking to herself, of course it would
be of no surprised as Lindeara was always labeled to be quite mad.
“Gooood… now… retrieve the skeletal remains… take them to
your safe house… we shall begin shortly…” The voice in her
head spoke in a tone that sounded like a monster from the Great Dark
Beyond itself. “As you wish.. My darling Master.” She
chided in with a coo about her voice, licking her onyx lips as her
minions, the she-locks, appeared from thin air, forming a circle of
sorcery around them as they were all brought through a dimensional
rift, Lindeara eagerly grinned with those sharpened pearly whites at
“Master, your request has been
completed…” Lindeara stated within her mind as her master
chided in aloud, “Excellent… I have been waiting a long time
for this… Alphaeron Daevara…” One of Lindeara’s void-less
eyes seemed to emit a dark energy as the voice was passed through
her, for she had bound a portion of the master’s essence to her body
through a ritual, staring down the organized skeletal remains of the
man he spoke of, still emitting energies of the chaotic realm, now
decorated in a rather fitting robe for a demon warlock. “Lindearaaaa… Your energy shall be needed to process the ritual you
are about to partake… a trade off… a portion of life to bring
back another…” the voice called to her before she extended her
right hand out with the palm facing upward as she brought a knife to
her wrist with her left. “My darling… I am yours… I will do
as you see fit… have I not proven that time and time again?”
almost instantly, she slit her wrist, bleeding out that corrupted
blood of inky darkness that seeped to her palm as she began to speak
in the demonic tongue, “X adare laz veni shi! Manach zar
sha'lok!” Her minions watched in awe as their Mistress performed
such a ritual, the oozing blood began to bubble and transmute into a
dark energy that took on the form of darkened mist laced with a touch
of crimson flow, such as the strange energy that exits the Lord’s
aura. Now, it was being provided as fuel for the spell that was being
channeled from Lindeara’s own form as she continued to whisper
blasphemous tongues. She channeled those tainted energies into the
skeletal construct which began to rattle and spew energies from the
very eye sockets of the remains, a shrieking sound was heard as a
soft sputter of life was given to what was once dead. Now the corpse
reanimated in the twist of irony known as Undeath, a rather spine
tingling sound as the scent of darkened corruption and death now
laced the air with the ash of hellish fire. “Wwwwhhyyy… have
I… beeeen… brouuuught… back…” The skeleton’s skull began
to emit light, much like a lantern of soul-fire as Lindeara concluded
her ritual. Bringing her sliced wrist to her lips in order for her to
lick her wounds much like a feline, the woman sickeningly bringing
the tip of her tongue to taste the flesh inside. “Oh goody, you
are already awakening… do you want the entire truth or just my
version?.. whatever… no rest for the wicked, right, Alphy?”
Her tone was rather mocking as she had already heard the story of how
the great Daevara became nothing more than bones. “You dare…
meddle with me child!” He shrieked as he brought himself upward
to try and lunge at the demoness.
Lindeara flashed a crazed grin as Alphaeron was instantly stopped by
an unseen force right in her arm’s reach, which was taken advantage
of as she had brought two of her fingers to tap the Undead’s
forehead, a surge of magic washed over him as he shrieked in agony,
his mind was being twisted and turned as her master’s voice echoed
through her lips. “The Patriarch wishes to continue to defy my
will even in undeath?! Well that’s all about to change.. I told you
ten thousand years ago you would pay for your betrayal.. consider
this your payment! Now… KNEEL TO HER!” Upon command, he
instantly bent his wobbling knees to bow on all fours as he said,
“Yessss… M-Master… what is thy will?” Lindeara bent
down a bit and placed a kiss upon his forehead, licking the energy
that singed her lips before she answered his question, “Whatever
the Master wishes… isn’t it wonderful? To be back into this world
to serve him?” She would then straighten her posture as she
crossed her arms over her bust and began cackling like the wicked
witch she truly was…
that Izuku never stopped taking notes and filling notebook after notebook with
information about the heroes he encounters. Even though he may be an aspiring
hero now, it’s a habit, born out of his natural curiosity and his life-long
longing to become like his heroes.
classmates notice how Izuku can often be seen bent over his notes, scribbling
away furiously while muttering to himself. But when they ask him what he’s
doing, Izuku just blushes, covers his notes with both hands or stuffs them into
his bag, mumbling a hasty excuse and changes the subject.
they live together at the dorms now, its inevitable that the children learn
more about each other. Little secrets, habits… Like Kouda owning a pet bunny,
Iida keeping spare glasses and Tokoyami’s true edginess.
one day, Izuku leaves one of his notebooks lying around where the others find
course, a few of the children are far too curious for their own good. Finally,
they have the chance to learn a bit more about Midoriya - because even though
Izuku is a great friend and a little sunshine, he doesn’t talk much about
though a few - like Uraraka and Yayorozu - protest, the others decide to read
through the notebook.
initial excitement vanishes as they skim through the first pages. A few pages
later, all of class 1-A have gathered around the notebook, looking over each
other’s shoulders to see.
had taken notes about them. Detailed notes about each of his classmates and his
children are speechless about it. Normally, it would be strange or unsettling
when someone takes detailed notes about a person without that person knowing.
But this notebook… There is so much work and love put into it. The sketches
tell of love for the detail and great observation skills, while the notes next
to those sketches speak about the adoration and admiration Izuku holds for his
classmates and his teacher.
children are not unsettled or angry because of the notebook.
are touched by it.
Tsuyu who points out that there is one hero that is not to be found in the
the class 1-A decides that they have to finish the notebook.
takes them a few days. They are not as used or skilled at this as Izuku, and
they are twenty people who first have to agree on what they do before they
actually do it.
after discussing about it, the children let their teacher in on it, too.
Might spits blood and almost cries at the sight of the notebook, while Aizawa
just stares at it, trying not to show any emotion.
of them agree to help.
all the while, is distressed because he can’t find his precious notes. The
other try to calm him down, promising to help him look for it before they
their work is done, the whole class gathers in the living room one morning.
They drag Toshinori - who insists that they did the most work and he did next
to nothing so they should do this without him - and Aizawa with them. Izuku is
out, doing his laps around the house like he does every morning.
he comes back, he startles at the sight of twenty-two people waiting in the
living room. He greets them with a crooked smile, intending to walk past them
and to the bathroom to take a shower, but his friends call him back because
they want to show him something.
Izuku shuffles into the room, his friends instantly push the long-missed
notebook into his hands, grinning excitedly at him.
blinks in confusion, then realization. In quick succession, he goes from
embarrassment that his notebook had been seen by them all over to confusion as
to why they had hidden it from him the last few days.
classmates grin at each other, before Kirishima explains, “We had to add
something in there.”
you added something to my notes?!” Izuku doesn’t know if he should be shocked
or even a bit angry. He skims through the pages, trying to find the changes his
friends had made.
he reaches the last few pages of the book, all breath leaves him. He stares,
and stares, unable to understand what he sees there in front of him.
big, bold letters, the title of the pages reads Midoriya Izuku.
and continuing on the next pages, there are crooked sketches – not as good as
his, but done with love – of Izuku in different positions and outfits. A few
photo had been added – Izuku recognizes the ones All Might had taken of him
during their ten months of training.
there are notes, notes over notes, observations they others had made while with
him, comments of what they think about him. All of it is detailed and entirely
positive, telling stories of how high their meaning of Izuku is.
is still staring silently, his brain had shut down at some point, screeched to
an abrupt halt.
is some shuffling, whispering and nudging, and finally, Toshinori speaks up –
pressured by the children and Aizawa to do so. He clears his throat and
explains, “Your friends… no, we figured
that your notes were, in fact, incomplete.”
looks up at him, eyes wide and unbelieving.
smiles at him, a beaming smile that even surpasses that of his All Might-persona.
“You forgot one of the greatest heroes. We couldn’t just leave it like that,
the moment where Izuku breaks down and starts crying. Tears of happiness stream
down his face as he clutches the notebook to his chest and says “Thank you,
thank you so much” over and over, not knowing at whom he should address his thanks
first out of all of them.
is some shouting and then laughter as his friends surge forward to try and calm
Izuku down, patting him on the back, hanging onto his arms and pulling him into
tight hugs. Ruffling his hair and telling him that it’s okay, they had fun
cry,” they tell him, soothingly.
smile for us, Izuku.”
does, still sniffling and teary-eyed and the notebook almost crumpling in his
tight grip, but he beams at them in that unique way that makes everyone smile
most likely the best present they could have ever given him.
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