《Darkest Hero》chapter 6: philisophical debate
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Aizawa was not having a good night. He had been dealing with the brats all day and ended up expelling the entire class which got Nezu on his case. Then he ran into Miss Joke right after his patrol started and she followed him for a few blocks before he lost her in an alleyway only for her to find him again half an hour ago. Now he was having to deal with a massacre scene. The stench was awful. The smell of molten metal mingled with the stench of blood and fecies filled the air like a thick fog blanketing the room.
"Oh damn. Not even I can joke about this." The green haired clown gagged at the stench as she repositioned her bandana from over her hair to covering her nose and mouth given that she didn't carry any air filters on her. "Note to self, invest in a gas mask. May help in the future."
"What the actual fuck happened here?" Aizawa growled, his eyes flashing red as he glared at the excitable green haired boy who had called him out by name.
"You don't want to know. Could someone call a doctor? I think Tokoyami and Momo here need to be looked at." Vaggie stated as she gave a flat glare at Aizawa, one he was begrudgingly impressed with.
"So...I'm Charlie, nice to meet you." Charlie smiled as she stuck out her hand at Aizawa. He merely glared at her before miss joke tool her hand and shook it vigorously.
"I'm the pro hero miss joke, nice to meet you, could you tell us what happened here?" The clown heroine asked with a large grin hidden behind the bandana.
"Your usual portal to hell opening and shit hitting the caine damned fan. Literally." Charlie replied casually as she pointed upwards to a ceiling fan that was literally covered in fecies and blood and a small amount of intestine. " Me and my friends were diverted here instead of our actual destination and we saved Momo here from becoming another victim to the Cenobites."
"Yeah, whatever you be been smoking stop." Aizawa deadpanned.
"Hey, Charlie isn't on anything!" Izuku called back with his arms folded.
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"Hell doesn't exist." Aizawa deadpanned.
"Besides, you all don't look like demons." Miss Joke waved it off cheerfully.
"She is the dark princess of hell, daughter of lucifer himself." Tokoyami stated, dark shadow nodded in agreement.
"Wait, were we supposed to keep it all a secret or no? Your uncle wasn't clear on that?" Vaggie asked Charlie who looked shocked that she hadn't considered that a possibility let alone taking into account how religious individuals would react. Izuku's eyes went wide as he started to mutter up a storm before Vaggie covered his mouth making him stop.
"Oh man uncle Michael will be so disappointed!" Charlie worried as she began to pace back and forth, running her hands through her hair nervously making it a mess.
"S-sorry but what they said is true." Momo shuddered as she made a lead lined briefcase with her quirk and slammed it shut on the puzzle box. "The trap in this box opens a gateway to hell. I opened it by accident and now my family is dead."
"Hey, it's okay, you had no way of knowing." Izuku told her firmly as he knelt down next to her, grimacing slightly at the fact his pants would now be covered in blood. "I'm sure you'll see them again someday."
"Uh yeah, in hell." Vaggie put bluntly. "Opening the box is a one way ticket there after all and well getting to heaven is next to impossible. Stairway to heaven and highway to hell and all that crap."
"Wait, seriously? Huh." Miss Joke muttered as she pulled out her phone and salad a number. " Hey, it's Emi could you have a cleanup crew paramedics and police to that big ass mansion in the Aichi prefecture, the one with the big white wall around it. Its a mess. One survivor and four who got caught up in it all by accident...no, They're alive too... I only said that because they arrived after most of the deaths occurred. No I'm not joking... WHY YOU! I AM NOT AN OLD CROW!" With a snooty huff miss joke hit the end call button and stuck her nose in the air.
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"We sure Angle dust doesn't have any relatives?" Izuku asked Charlie.
"Posative. Only child of an only child and the only survivor of a robbery gone wrong." Charlie replied simply.
"Alright, everyone out Front." Aizawa ordered as his scarf blew in an unfelt wind. With a resigned sigh Vaggie and Charlie followed out Izuku who was helping Momo along while Miss Joke helped Dark shadow stop tokoyami from falling over.
The front of the mansion was no better than inside. Either side of the door two guards were sprawled out across the ground, wrapped in barbed wire and mutilated. One looked to be a base human asides a pair of now shredded bee wings protruding from her shoulders while the other looked like a humanoid warthog.
"Oh god." Momo gagged as she struggled to hold her stomach down. "T-they had family."
"Caine damned sadists." Izuku spat as he lead Momo away from the bodies, purposefully moving to block her line of sight to the third body barely sticking out of the bushes.
"And I though Voorhees was a messy killer." Charlie frowned in distaste. "They could of atleast made the kills painless or quick, this was neither."
Tokoyami nodded in agreement with a frown. His arms crossed over his chest as dark shadow's form grew from whisp to humanoid in the darkness. "Such mad revelry and partaking of sadistic torment is not fit for such a world."
"Enough with the hell skit already." Aizawa grunted as a distant sound of police sirens could be heard growing closer. "There is no such place."
"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that." A female voice tittered nervously making Aizawa jump and spin around, coming face to face with a woman about 20 years of age. Her hair was short and dark brown, a silver halo floated above her head as she wrote down numerous notes on a notebook clutched firmly in her hands. " Hi, I'm Azazel, angel of heaven."
"Finished stalking hell?" Vaggie asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Hi miss azazel!" Izuku gave a strained grin, while he could get along well with the angel and they often compared notes, he found that her being the reason behind the technicality that lead to him being sent to hell, disconcerning to say the least.
"Oh, yeah got all the notes I need, Cenobites were a bit too much to be around honestly but I can safely think I should avoid them." Azazel stated as she briefly glanced about at the group before zeroing in on miss Joke and Aizawa. "Would you mind if I take notes?"
"No problemo!" Miss Joke grinned widely under her bandana before Aizawa could respond making the underground hero groan.
"Thanks!" Azazel giggled slightly as her halo wobbled.
"No lewd thoughts." Charlie admonished the angel. "Hell's crowded enough as is."
"S-SORRY!" Azazel squeaked in embarrsement as her face turned as red as a tomatoe which she promptly hid behind her notepad.
"Why do I have a feeling you lot are going to be a problem?" Aizawa sighed in frustration as he rubbed at his eyes.
"So anyway, why are you all here?" Miss Joke asked. "Here to enslave humanity?"
"Tempting but too much work." Vaggie waved it off.
"Got into hell due to a filing error." Izuku shrugged. "I just want to be a hero who helps people with a smile, like all might."
"I believe everybody deserves another chance." Charlie shrugged with a cheerful grin. "Inside every demon is a !"
"No!" Vaggie and Izuku cried in fear as they both put a hand over Charlie's mouth. Having been on the door shift more often than not for the past few weeks both were well and truly sick of that song.
"Mad revelry in the darkness." Tokoyami stated shortly while dark shadow nodded in agreement.
"Enough, stop pandering to their delusions Emi." Aizawa sighed in agitation.
"You called me Emi!" The heroine squealed in joy. The present teens couldn't help but snigger slightly at this, even Momo.
"Fascinating." Azazel muttered attentively as she took more notes.
"Please let it be Tsukauchi's shift tonight." Aizawa sighed as the police cars were finally visible from down the street.
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