{Hey guys sorry for the really late update, my laptop broke down and I had to save to get a new one. I tried to write on my phone but it was taking a while. anyway here's the new chapter enjoy}
Destiny's cold, cruel smile sliced through the tension like a razor blade. "Look at you all—so eager, so desperate," he sneered, voice dripping with contempt. "Do you really think you can stop me? I control the very god you worship."
With a flick of his hand, the glowing chains binding Superman snapped and tightened, red lightning crackling along the edges. Superman's eyes blazed red, the fury of a captive god forced into a rage he could not control. His massive fists clenched, and with a deafening roar, he shattered the restraints in a single, earth-shaking motion.
"Break free, my pawn," Destiny commanded coldly, his eyes gleaming with dark triumph.
Superman lunged, his fists smashing toward the heroes—each strike a brutal force of nature meant to incapacitate, to buy Destiny precious seconds. The heroes scrambled, barely dodging, their faces twisted with shock and determination.
But Boston was ready.
The moment Superman's eyes flashed with aggression, Boston's essence surged forward, diving into the chaos. His spirit intertwined with Superman's, seeking control within the titan's mind.
A fierce battle raged within Superman's consciousness—Boston struggling to seize the helm, to wrest control from Destiny's iron grip. Sweat dripped from Boston's brow as he strained against the overwhelming power of the Kryptonian's rage and Destiny's dark influence.
"You're stronger than I thought," Boston gasped, voice echoing in the mental void, "but I won't let you destroy them... not today."
The inner struggle spilled into the battlefield as Superman faltered mid-attack, his body twitching and trembling under Boston's desperate will.
...
Zatanna's legs buckled under the pressure of the spell, her breath sharp and ragged as she clung to the last syllables of her reversed incantation. The Serpent Binding—a luminous ouroboros of ancient, coiling magic—crackled with strain as it constricted tightly around Superman, who thrashed violently inside its ever-tightening grip. Every movement of his arms threatened to snap the construct in half.
Beside her, John Constantine crouched low, muttering Latin through clenched teeth, his nicotine-stained fingers channeling supplemental runes into the coiling beast. The spell held, but only just. Cracks formed along the luminous scales.
"I can feel him breaking it," Zatanna gasped. "Superman... I can't hold him!"
"We're buying time, luv," Constantine said, voice tense. "And time's all we bloody need."
Not far behind them, Batman stood silent—still injured, ribs likely cracked from the earlier confrontation—but upright. His cape was torn at the bottom and scorched in places. He held a glowing containment grenade in one hand and a batarang in the other. Always calculating, always reading the room. His jaw was clenched under the cowl, but his eyes never left Superman.
And next to him, barely holding it together, was Izuku Midoriya—Deku. His hands trembled, not from fear, but helplessness. Superman, his hero... the symbol of peace in both their worlds, was now a puppet for something monstrous. He clenched his fists until his nails dug into his palms.
"Come on," Deku whispered to himself. "Come on, All Might... give me the strength—please..."
A cold, hollow laugh pierced the tension.
They turned.
Destiny, still bound to the altar in ancient chains etched with sigils of binding, looked as he had moments before: cloaked in tattered robes that whispered like dry leaves in a dying wind, a several scratches covering his face, eyes glowing like dying crimson suns within the endless abyss. His aura was oppressive—heavy and vast like a graveyard fog, curling with the weight of centuries. He hadn't moved, but the chains that held him suddenly felt ornamental.
"You fools struggle like worms beneath a boot," Destiny intoned, voice smooth and unhurried, like judgment spoken at the end of time. "And still you think yourselves victorious?"
"Spare us your delusions," Constantine growled.
Destiny laughed again. "Delusions? Everything I showed them, they embraced. Fear. Panic. Desperation. It didn't take a single spell to make the people turn on each other. Just a whisper."
"You manipulated them," Batman said flatly.
"I unveiled them," Destiny replied, his voice gaining an edge. "Humans are weak. Soft. They crave chains—so long as those chains promise safety. I gave them order. Purpose. They gave me loyalty. Voluntarily."
"You're wrong!" Deku shouted, stepping forward now. "People are more than fear—they rise when you believe in them!"
Destiny slowly turned his gaze toward the boy. "And yet here you are... trembling. Powerless. Watching your idol lose himself."
Superman groaned, the aura around him pulsing violently. The glyphs holding the serpent together flickered.
"You... you twist his thoughts—his hope," Zatanna snarled. "You won't get away with it."
Destiny tilted his head. "You poor girl. It's not his hope I need to twist."
The construct around Superman suddenly shattered with an earsplitting CRACK, shards of golden light flying in all directions. The Serpent Binding was undone.
"NO—!" Zatanna screamed.
Superman's eyes flared red. He shot forward like a bullet aimed straight for Zatanna, fist drawn back.
"ZEE—!" Constantine shouted, flinging his hand up to form a quick protection ward.
But before the punch landed, a ghostly blur soared into Superman's chest.
Boston Brand, the phantom Deadman, phased into the Kryptonian's body with a burst of cold mist and spectral light.
Superman faltered midair. His limbs seized. His body jerked violently like a marionette in a thunderstorm.
"God—he's resisting—!" Boston's voice bellowed from Superman's throat, distorted and cracked. "It's like trying to steer a comet with dental floss!"
Superman's arms shook, veins bulging as he fought the possession. The floor cracked beneath him as his knees slammed down, his fists pounding into the stone to resist.
Zatanna stumbled back, hand raised, unsure whether to shield, attack, or run.
"He's... he's going to break free," she whispered. "Boston can't hold him..."
Batman clenched his fists. "Superman's willpower is off the charts. Even in chains, he's never truly under anyone's control. Boston's in over his head."
"No," whispered Destiny.
They turned to him.
He took a single step forward—chains crumbling like sand.
"She gave me what I needed."
Zatanna froze. "Wha...?"
"The flicker of doubt. The tremor in your heart. That second you hesitated when he charged you..." Destiny's voice was laced with triumph. "Fear. That was the key."
His remaining chains evaporated in a burst of golden dust. He stepped free of the altar, his cloak rising unnaturally around him like a dying flame rising against the wind.
"Zatanna..." Constantine whispered. "Run."
But she couldn't move.
Boston screamed—ripped from Superman's body like a man torn from his own skin. His ghostly form hit the ground hard, phased and flickering. Superman slumped forward, gasping, his hands clawing the ground. The red faded from his eyes—but confusion and pain remained.
Destiny's aura engulfed the room, oppressive and suffocating.
"Now," he whispered, voice rising. "Now the age of fear begins."
The screams below were endless.
Metropolis—once the proud jewel of humanity's achievement—was now a war zone. Fires raged across the streets, storefronts smashed, cars overturned. Civilians clawed at one another in the streets like animals. Destiny's whispers had poisoned their minds completely, turning good people into savage mobs.
From high above, inside the Daily Planet's helicopter, Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen watched in horror.
"God," Jimmy muttered, adjusting the camera lens. "They're... they're killing each other."
Lois gripped the doorframe, knuckles white. "Stay steady. We document everything. If this world falls, history has to know who dropped it."
Down below, amidst shattered concrete and flame, Superman lay crumpled in the street like a fallen god. His breathing was shallow. His fingers twitched. The heat of the fires around him licked his skin, but it wasn't the flames that burned—it was the war inside his mind.
Destiny hovered closer, gliding through the smoke like a reaper.
His appearance remained unchanged since the events of Justice League Dark—tattered black cloak, the magic surging around the gem in his chest glinting with otherworldly menace, and a voice that echoed with cruel ancient wisdom.
He knelt beside Superman's broken form and touched a hand to his shoulder.
"Kal-El," he whispered, venom in silk. "So strong. So revered. Yet still... so weak."
Superman tried to lift his head, to resist—but the poison in Destiny's words wrapped around his thoughts.
"You fight for a world that fears you. A people who would tear you down if you ever stopped smiling."
"N...no," Superman murmured. "They're...good..."
Destiny chuckled softly.
"They're animals. I barely nudged them, and they tore each other apart."
He raised his other hand and let black and red magic flow from his palm. The dark light crept into Superman's body like oil.
"Let me unshackle you. Let me free the god you were always meant to be."
Superman's body jerked as if struck by lightning.
His blue suit began to melt away, the cloth burning and reforming under the arcane power. What replaced it was horrific—a mirror of the tyrant from another world: jet-black armor laced with glowing crimson lines, a blood-red "S" insignia across his chest like a warning sign.
His cape fluttered behind him—no longer a symbol of hope, but of doom.
Zatanna watched in frozen horror.
"Superman..." she whispered.
Destiny stood. "Now, Kal-El... kill the witch."
Superman's eyes blazed red.
He vanished in an instant.
A boom shattered the air as he broke the sound barrier, a blur of black and red heading straight for Zatanna.
Her voice caught in her throat. There was no time to chant, no time to think.
Then—
"ZEEEEEE!!!" Izuku Midoriya roared, voice ripping through the chaos.
A surge of green lightning exploded from behind her.
Izuku pushed One For All to 100%—more than he'd ever done before.
The pavement beneath him cracked as he launched forward, eyes burning with desperation.
He met Superman mid-air.
Their fists collided.
The shockwave leveled the burning wreckage around them, shattered windows for blocks, and threw flaming debris into the air.
But it wasn't even close to a fair match.
Izuku's entire arm exploded, muscle and bone disintegrating under the raw force of the impact.
He was launched like a missile—through a bus, a concrete wall, then out the other side, his body flipping and tumbling through the air before slamming hard into the side of a collapsing building.
"DEKU!!!" Zatanna screamed.
Tears welled in her eyes as she watched his limp body vanish into the smoke.
From above, Lois gasped. "That was—Midoriya! He just—"
Jimmy choked. "He saved her... with everything he had..."
Batman's heart sank.
He ran forward, but Destiny raised a hand lazily and fired a bolt of black and red lightning.
Batman barely dodged it—his cape igniting at the edge. He tore it off mid-roll and kept going, trying to reach Izuku's crash site.
But Destiny floated above them now, surrounded by burning winds and twisting dark energy.
"Stop," he said. "You worry for the boy, but you should worry for yourselves."
Zatanna turned, pain in her eyes—but rage in her voice.
"You manipulated him... you're corrupting everyone—!"
"Am I?" Destiny chuckled. "Or did I simply reveal the truth that already lived in their hearts?"
Zatanna raised her hands, magic forming between her fingers. Constantine stepped beside her, sigils already glowing in the air around him.
Boston Brand's ghostly form flickered into view, hovering just above Superman, who now stood expressionless—like a statue awaiting a command.
"Possessing him again's not gonna work," Boston muttered. "But I'll distract him. You just focus on the big guy."
Batman returned to the group, breathing heavily. "Izuku's still alive. Broken—but breathing. We have to end this now."
Destiny laughed—a chorus of demonic echoes layered in his voice.
"You? Stop me? You couldn't even stop one corrupted Superman."
The flames around them surged as he raised both hands. A crimson forcefield reformed around him, stronger than before, now with glyphs of power spinning in motion across the surface.
The light of Metropolis's fires danced in the reflection of the dome.
"I am fear. I am truth. I am the voice they've always ignored until now. And this world... is mine."
Zatanna stepped forward, her eyes burning.
"Then we'll tear your voice from the sky."
Constantine exhaled smoke. "You're overdue for a beatdown, ya golden prick."
Batman tightened his fists, ready.
Boston gave a nod and phased forward.
And with the flames of Metropolis burning behind them, the last defenders of hope charged Destiny together.
Meanwhile in the sky:
The whir of helicopter blades cut through the smoke-choked skies of Metropolis. From above, the city looked like a bleeding wound on the face of the Earth—fires raging, buildings crumbled, and people in the streets below tore each other apart in chaos.
Inside the Daily Planet's chopper, Lois Lane gripped her microphone, her other hand clenched tight around the edge of the open door.
"This... is Lois Lane... reporting live from Metropolis—" she began, her voice shaking. "—where the situation has escalated beyond control. The being identified only as Destiny has corrupted Superman. I repeat... Superman has turned against us."
A thunderous explosion roared from the street beneath them as two figures collided—one in black and crimson, the other in glowing green lightning.
Lois' voice caught as she saw Izuku Midoriya hurled through the air like a ragdoll, crashing into a building hard enough to make the helicopter itself shudder.
"Oh my God..." she whispered, forgetting she was live.
She turned her face back to the camera, eyes filled with panic. "A young hero in training—Midoriya Izuku—just intervened to save the young heroine fighting alongside Batman. He took the full brunt of Superman's strike. And... and he's not moving."
Jimmy's hands were trembling as he kept the camera steady, zooming in on the crumbled building where Deku's body had vanished into the smoke.
All across the country, millions of people were watching.
At that very moment, inside a modest home in Japan, the broadcast was being shown on every television screen.
The Midoriya household was filled with laghter and joy not too long ago had all come to an end. Now, the room was dead silent—except for the TV screen echoing with Lois Lane's fearful narration and the distant sound of sirens, flames, and screaming.
"No... no..." Inko Midoriya whispered, sinking to her knees as she clutched her son's All Might blanket in her trembling hands. Tears streamed down her face.
Beside her stood Rimuri Tempest, frozen in disbelief. Her hands were clenched so tight the skin of her fingers turned pale. Tears rolled down her cheeks—but she forced herself to stay calm.
Behind her, Shuna covered her mouth, sobbing softly. Shion, ever the strong one, had tears streaming silently down her cheeks, her hands clenched in helpless fury.
Lois' voice continued, cracking as she spoke:
"Destiny has taken control of the Man of Steel. Midoriya's sacrifice may have saved his ally, but the battle rages on. Batman, Zatanna, Constantine, and others are now confronting Destiny directly... but we don't know how long they can last."
The screen panned to Superman's altered appearance—the Injustice-like suit, glowing crimson lines, eyes devoid of mercy.
A horrified gasp escaped Rimuri. "He...He can't defeat that monster"
Inko cried harder, her voice barely above a whisper. "Izuku..."
Suddenly the screen shook again. A deafening explosion rocked the city, fire bursting up from beneath the camera angle. Jimmy swore as he tried to adjust the lens.
Lois nearly fell, catching herself. "We're being pushed back—we'll try to keep reporting as long as we can—God, I can't believe this is happening—"
Back in Japan, Yaoyorozu, Iida, Uraraka, Ruby, Tsuyu, Yang, Black and Todoroki stood frozen around different screens at their internships. Their eyes wide. Not one of them spoke.
"Deku..." Uraraka choked, gripping the edge of a table as tears filled her eyes. "No—he can't be—!"
Kirishima stood with his fists clenched, jaw clenched, eyes trembling.
"He's not done," he muttered, though his voice cracked. "He's not going out like that...He's too manly"
Beside him Tetsutetsu looked grimly at the situation displayed on the tv and the four armed pro with them was dead silent.
Back in Metropolis, the camera zoomed once more toward the street where Superman had landed again, now standing motionless as Destiny's power surrounded him in a red glow. His cape fluttered behind him like a blade through the sky.
Lois' voice lowered, nearly breaking.
"To those watching... I don't know what will happen next. But if this is the end—if this is the day our heroes fall—then let it be known: they didn't fall quietly. They fought... for us."
The camera feed stuttered as another shockwave from Destiny's forcefield shook the sky.
Lois turned to Jimmy and said quietly—off-mic, but picked up faintly—
"If he dies... then our symbol of hope will truly have died."
Back in Japan, Inko finally stood, her voice trembling.
"He's not gone," she said with sudden conviction. "He's... our boy. He never gives up."
Rimuri nodded slowly, eyes sharpening.
"No, you're right" she whispered. "If there's still a breath left in him... Izu's not done yet."
And across the world, millions watched.
Some in horror.
Some in tears.
All with bated breath—waiting to see whether the last spark of hope could survive the storm.
Back with Destiny:
The villain floated above the cracked asphalt, crimson cloak billowing in a wind of his own creation, the Dreamstone gleaming in his chest like a second, beating heart.
The four remaining heroes—Batman, Zatanna, Constantine, and Boston Brand—gathered in a loose formation, backs to each other as Destiny hovered, eyes glowing with that same hellish red that now tainted the sky. The silence between them was heavy. They were battered, bloodied, and their hope wore thin like the last thread of a tattered flag.
[Constantine and Deadman vs Destiny]
Zatanna struggled to steady her breathing, her magical reserves nearly spent. Her body trembled, her voice hoarse from the countless incantations she'd uttered to hold Destiny and Superman at bay. Constantine stood close, casting rapid protection wards and looking to her with concern. His normally smug face was tight with urgency.
"You're holding up better than I thought, love," Constantine muttered.
Zatanna scoffed, brushing sweat from her brow. "I'm one more spell away from passing out."
Deadman hovered nearby, his ghostly form flickering like a dying flame. Batman remained silent, his cowl torn and dirtied, body bruised from his earlier skirmishes. But his eyes were sharp—focused. Every part of him screamed to break from this fight and chase after Superman and Izuku. The last image he had of the boy—his arm obliterated, body thrown through building after building—kept replaying in his mind.
"Hold on, Izuku," Bruce thought. "Just hold on."
Destiny descended, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Look at you all. Scrambling like vermin in a burning maze. You've lost the Kryptonian, your boy champion is broken, and the Dreamstone feeds on your fear."
He pointed a clawed finger toward them. "You think this ends with me? I am merely the herald of what lies beyond the veil—of what chaos truly is!"
"God, he talks a lot," Constantine muttered.
"Classic megalomaniac," Deadman added.
Batman narrowed his eyes. "He's buying time to charge up. We end this. Now."
Destiny lifted his arms. Black and red energy began swirling around him, a massive vortex of magic. The force cracked the pavement beneath the heroes' feet, and a thunderous roar of tortured souls screamed from within the cyclone. It was like the city itself wailed in pain.
Zatanna raised her hands. "Everyone, shield up! He's—"
Before she could finish, the vortex released a blast of corrupted magic. Constantine immediately summoned a glowing sigil shield to deflect the wave, while Zatanna countered with a runic barrier. Deadman dodged through the wave entirely, his ghostly form intangible. Batman rolled behind an overturned armored vehicle.
"We can't keep dodging him forever," Zatanna yelled.
"We won't have to," Constantine said. He turned to Batman and winked. "Time for the plan. You ready, Bats?"
Batman stood, jaw clenched. "Just make the sword."
Constantine nodded and slammed both hands to the ground. Flames erupted in a ring around him, and from the fire rose a sword—ancient, glowing, humming with ethereal power. The blade was forged not of steel, but of mystic light and eldritch flame, its edges flickering like the fire of creation.
"Don't say I never gave you anything," Constantine quipped, tossing the blade to Batman.
Batman caught it, eyes never leaving Destiny. "Keep him distracted."
Deadman nodded. "On it."
With no further words, Batman vanished into the shadows, using the debris of Metropolis as cover. Destiny laughed as another barrage of crimson lightning tore through a nearby building, collapsing it in a cloud of ash and debris.
"Zatanna, Constantine!" Deadman shouted. "Hit him hard, hit him loud! Make him feel it!"
The two sorcerers unleashed their might. Zatanna chanted an incantation in reverse, summoning a blinding beam of arcane light. Constantine, puffing a cigarette, muttered a forbidden spell and launched a flaming serpent that exploded into writhing chains around Destiny.
Destiny screamed, enraged. "You DARE bind me?! I am the will of the Dreamstone! I am nightmare incarnate!"
He raised both hands to cast a devastating wave of necrotic magic—but that's when Deadman flew straight into him, attempting to possess him once more.
"Get out of my head, ghost!" Destiny roared, staggering.
In that moment, from the smoke and ruin, Batman emerged—silent, deadly. With a surge of strength and precision, he drove Constantine's mystic sword directly into the Dreamstone embedded in Destiny's chest.
A scream tore from Destiny's throat—a sound so horrific it made the ground quake. The energy of the Dreamstone flared violently, a chaotic storm of colors and souls, then began to flicker and fade. Screams of the countless beings consumed by it echoed as their essence was finally released.
"You...you can't..." Destiny gasped.
Batman twisted the blade. "I just did."
With a final flash of crimson light, Destiny's form cracked, splintered—and then exploded into a burst of ash and black mist. The Dreamstone shattered, fragments raining down like cursed glass.
The whirlwind stopped. The sky began to clear, returning to its pale blue hue. The fires began to fade. The screaming of the damned was silenced. Peace—true peace—settled over the battlefield for the first time in hours.
It was over.
For a moment, no one moved. Zatanna dropped to her knees, gasping. Constantine sat on a piece of rubble and lit another cigarette with shaking fingers. Deadman hovered above them, his form more stable now.
Batman stared into the sky.
Izuku.
He turned without a word and began sprinting through the wreckage.
Zatanna stood up, staggering. "Bruce—wait!"
"I'm going to find him," he said, his voice low and heavy. "We finish this. Together."
Constantine watched him go, then looked at Zatanna. "That kid means a lot to him."
"He means a lot to all of us," Zatanna whispered, clutching her heart. "But to Bruce...he's something more."
Meanwhile with Izuku:
Beneath a collapsed structure, hidden beneath layers of twisted metal, shattered stone, and blood-soaked dust, Izuku Midoriya lay broken.
He could no longer feel his right arm. The limb was gone, obliterated in the catastrophic clash with Superman—a collision that had sent him hurtling through buildings like a ragdoll in a hurricane. Bones shattered, lungs struggling to expand, blood leaking into his mouth. His body was still. Too still.
His thoughts were flickering—like candlelight caught in a storm.
"Izu..." a soft voice whispered inside his mind.
Another followed. "Kid, stop. Please..." Rokuro's voice trembled, almost broken.
"You've done enough," Meliodas said. His usual fire was gone. "You'll die out here if you keep going. No one... no one expects this from you."
"Izuku..." Natsu's voice cracked, the same Natsu who once roared against fate itself, now begging. "You have nothing left to prove. Let it end. Just rest."
The voices of his mentors, the ones who had guided him through the battles he's won—powerhouses who had watched him grow—were now begging him to give up.
He didn't blame them.
He could feel it too. The warmth of the end, pulling at his soul like a lullaby. So tired. So cold. The pain was beyond human comprehension. His vision, though shut, was a blur of red.
But one voice—one thought—cut through the haze.
"Batman still needs me."
That thought alone lit the spark again.
He coughed, blood splattering his lips. Every part of his body screamed at him to stay down. But he clenched his left fist. He remembered Zatanna's tears, Batman's horror, Constantine's desperation.
They needed him.
He couldn't give up.
He wouldn't.
Not when he'd promised to become a true hero—to help the girls back home.
Then—
A voice—real, not in his head—pierced the chaos.
"I know you're still in there!" Lois Lane shouted from above. "Superman, please! Please come back to us!"
Izuku's breath hitched.
His barely open eyes caught a flicker of the sky through a crack in the rubble. There it was—the Daily Planet helicopter, spinning wildly in the air just above him. The rotors wobbled, damaged but still running. Inside, Lois and Jimmy held on, desperately broadcasting to the world even as the city fell apart below them.
And standing midair beneath them—Superman.
But this wasn't the Superman Izuku remembered.
The black and crimson suit hugged his frame like the skin of a demon. His eyes glowed not red, but blood-magenta—fueled by Destiny's unholy magic. A dark aura pulsed around him. He hovered silently, his face emotionless.
"Superman, please!" Lois sobbed. "This city loves you! You're stronger than this! You're better than this!"
He stared up at the helicopter, his face twisted in a shadow of what once was kindness.
Izuku's heart dropped.
Please... not this...
Then, Superman raised his head—and in an instant, two beams of heat vision cut through the sky, slicing into the tail rotor of the helicopter.
Lois's scream was the first to echo in Izuku's ears.
Jimmy's followed next, right before the spinning deathtrap dropped from the sky.
"NO!" Izuku screamed, but only in his head. His lips didn't move.
He forced his broken fingers to twitch, his cracked ribs grinding with every breath. Move, move, please, move!
But he couldn't. His muscles were locked in agony, his body unable to obey.
He could only watch.
The helicopter spiraled downward in slow motion, flames licking its hull as it tumbled through the air.
This couldn't be happening.
He remembered all the times he watched Lois risked everything to report the truth even though she was a year older and interning in the daily planet he watched her reports. To show the world hope through her words. He remembered her smile, her unwavering belief in Superman, in the good of humanity. He remembered Jimmy's awkward but brave attempts to stand beside the heroes.Both students yet with hearts stronger than steel.
And now, they were falling to their deaths—because of him. Because he wasn't strong enough to stop the Man of Steel.
Because he wasn't enough.
Move... MOVE!
But his body was frozen.
And then another realization hit—one that shattered whatever spirit he had left.
Even if he could move—what could he even do?
This was Superman. The embodiment of strength. Now possessed and empowered by magic, the one thing Superman was supposed to be weak against had only made him stronger.
What could he punch him with? His most powerful attack, 100% One for All, had already failed.
His arm—gone.
His options—gone.
Lois and Jimmy's screams echoed again, merging with the roaring fire, the wind, the shrieking metal.
The helicopter was seconds from crashing.
Time slowed further.
Izuku's soul felt like it was cracking.
"I'm sorry," he whispered in his mind, tears spilling down his cheeks as he stared up at the sky. "I'm so sorry..."
Thud.
A heartbeat.
Thud.
Louder. Fiercer.
THUD.
Like war drums pounding from the pit of the abyss.
Buried beneath rubble, encased in dust, crushed by pain and despair, Izuku Midoriya's heart began to beat with thunderous intensity.
His vision swam in red and black. His body was failing—bones shattered, muscles torn, blood soaking the earth beneath him. Yet something deep within him—deeper than One for All, deeper than the voices in his mind—refused to die.
Lois. Jimmy.
The helicopter was falling, seconds from crashing into fire and ruin.
Zatanna. Batman.
Still fighting. Still bleeding.
The team. The people. His friends.
Watching. Crying. Praying.
They needed him.
But he wasn't enough... Not as he was.
The thought lit a fuse in his soul.
And then...
It broke.
The air froze. Time stopped.
From the shattered cocoon of rubble, the ground began to crack.
Darkness—not absence of light, but a living, writhing force—began to pulse from within. It didn't rise gently—it erupted, a violent burst of unshackled power that tore through the debris like an unholy explosion.
BOOM.
A crater formed where Izuku had fallen, and from its heart, the world watched the birth of something new.
Black lightning arced across the battlefield, scorching the sky and cleaving the air with screeching wails. The very fabric of reality twisted. Glass cracked in distant buildings. The fires paused, as though afraid.
Within that explosion of chaos—a cocoon of shadow floated.
Tendrils of darkness whipped and slashed in all directions, seething like a violent storm. It wasn't just power—it was rage, grief, and unyielding purpose condensed into a living force.
The voices of Rokuro, Meliodas, and Natsu returned—not pleading, but gasping in awe.
"No way..."
"That's not One for All..."
"That's everything..."
And then—
It hatched.
With a deafening crack, the cocoon shattered like glass—and Izuku Midoriya stepped forth.
But he was no longer the boy they knew.
His body had been reforged—not by mercy, but by fury.
The left side of his torso, shoulder, and arm were wrapped in deep crimson lines, glowing like molten lava—just like Rokuro's impurity form, pulsing with raw demonic energy. They danced like living fire beneath his skin, branding him with wrath incarnate.
The right side was cloaked in pure, suffocating darkness—thick and dense, yet moving with eerie grace. His arm and leg were covered in inky shadows, shifting like a stormcloud made of oil. From his shoulder burst a massive black wing, feathers of night that radiated despair and majesty in equal measure. And from the back a black dragons tail swung forth.
His right eye had gone completely red, glowing like a dying star.
Across the center of his chest, partially on the red side, etched in glowing white, was half an exorcist's star—fused directly into his flesh, as though carved by divine judgment.
And above his brow, in a single lock of hair—
White. Bone-white.
A single tuft.
Not a symbol of purity.
A symbol of death.
A new silence fell upon the battlefield.
[One for all Full Utopia: Prince of Impurity]
The darkness from Izuku's body spread outward, cracking the pavement, twisting the air. His foot stepped forward, and the entire sky dimmed.
From high above, Superman—still black-suited, still corrupted—stopped in midair, turning to stare at the new force rising from the ground. His red eyes narrowed.
Lois and Jimmy, still spinning inside the crippled helicopter, hovered inches from death. But as Izuku lifted his hand—
The black wing swept forward.
A single flap—and the wind exploded upward, a shockwave of darkness catching the helicopter mid-fall and setting it down gently on the ruined street.
Lois blinked in shock, hand pressed against the glass. Jimmy stammered, "What the hell just happened—?"
Izuku didn't respond. His eyes were locked on Superman.
And Superman descended.
Their gazes met—and though the Man of Steel was possessed by dark magic, even he hesitated.
This wasn't the boy he'd faced before.
This... was something born of pain.
Born of war.
Born of everything Izuku had endured across a thousand worlds.
His voice came low, guttural—twisted slightly, not by evil, but by sheer pressure.
"You're not the only one who's been reborn..."
He raised his right arm, the one cloaked in darkness, and flexed his hand. The tendrils snapped and danced, curling around his fingers like serpents ready to strike.
"I won't let you hurt them again."
Superman didn't answer. He launched forward with a crack of sonic thunder, arm cocked back, red lightning trailing him like a comet of death.
Izuku didn't move.
Not until the last second.
Then, in a single motion—his red-marked foot stepped forward, his dark wing lifted—and he vanished.
A thunderclap followed.
They clashed midair, shockwaves rippling through the city like bombs detonating in every direction. Glass blew out of windows. Buildings cracked at the base.
Their fists met—and this time, Izuku didn't break.
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