Hell Knight

By: Bubbajack

Beta/co-author: IcySnowSage

Disclaimer: We don't own shit! No really we don't own squat, and I am not saying that cause a lawyer is shoving a cease and desist in my face.

Ch.1: Deal with a Devil.

Izuku Midoriya was many things. Determined, studious, driven, but the thing that got most people's attention and more often than not, pity, was the fact that he had a worthless quirk. In this day and age where eighty percent of the human population was now being born with quirks, superpowers that were granted by genetics and viewed by many to be the next step in human evolution, to be born with a worthless quirk was almost as bad as being born with a strange quirk. Especially so when the idols of the current era were Heroes. Those who used their quirks to fight crime and for the betterment of society.

Izuku's quirk, known as Orbit, an offshoot of his mother's made small objects, usually stones, orbit three feet around his head. They didn't do anything, they just floated there, encircling his head slowly, much like how the planets orbit the sun, or the Moon the Earth.

Despite his lack of seeminging usefulness with his quirk, Izuku still desired to be a Hero. He asked himself what the person he looked up to most, the Number One Hero All Might would do. His answer? Keep smiling and try harder! That is exactly what the boy known as Izuku Midoriya had been doing. He may not have an abundantly useful quirk, but he had a body he could push to its limits just like everyone else and that's what he did. He badgered his mother for days until she finally took him to a gym and hired him a personal trainer a week after he got his quirk. They took it easy at first. Running, pushups, toe touches, jumping jacks, simple things any kid could do. He also was recommended a certain diet by his trainer, which he stuck to like it was a part of the Shinto religion.

The first week of school back after his resolution was the roughest. He heard people whispering behind his back. 'There goes Midoriya, with his useless quirk. I wonder, if I throw a pencil at him will it float too?'

The answer to that question happens to be yes, and a typical passtime in class became throwing things and seeing what would float. If it didn't, well he got hit in the head.

He did his best to ignore them. Regardless of his odd quirk he was still going to try and become a hero or barring that, benefit his community some other way. He sat down in his usual seat and waited for class to begin.

Then he was broken from his memories when Bakugo came in, his jacket was slung over his shoulder, and he wasn't even wearing his tie, yet he walked in like he owned the place. He stomped up to him with a smirk on his face. "Well, if it isn't the Deku. I'll tell you right now give up on Yuuei! Someone whose quirk can't do jack shit will only end up getting themselves and other people killed if they try and become a Pro Hero."

Izuku, who was getting his notes together for class, glanced up and said, "Kachan, you should fix your uniform unless you want to get written up."

The explosive tempered boy was slack jawed for a moment before his free hand ignited and he growled. "Did you hear anything I just said, you useless nerd?!"

Izuku cleaned out his ear and replied. "It's kinda hard not to hear you when all you do is yell Kachan… you're like one of those small fluffy dogs you can see in the park sometimes. What're they called again? Pomeranians? Yeah I think that's it."

This set the girls in the class giggling. "Like oh my gosh! I never thought about it before but Midoriya's right! Bakugo is snappy just like a pomeranian!"

"His hair is even the same color as one's coat," another cooed. "He'd make a cute dog."

"I am not cute damnit!" Bakugo roared at the top of his lungs. Which just caused the girls to giggle louder.

A yawn broke through the giggling. "Go sit down you loudmouth. So noisy."

"Eh, you got a problem with me you lazy bitch?!" Bakugo asked.

Izuku looked at the seat across from him and it was occupied by a girl who kept her dark hair in a ponytail that looked like a pineapple. She always looked tired and napped through most of class. He often asked her if she was okay but she said she was fine. Shikamura Nara was an odd girl to be sure but kind.

"You know, if you keep acting like an asshat, you're never gonna have any friends, teammates, or a wife with an attitude like that," Shikamura noted before she yawned again. "Also do as Izuku suggested and fix your uniform, we don't need sensei yelling, so loud."

"Why you…" Again Bakugo's free hand sparked, only for him to suddenly freeze up. And jerkily walk to his seat. "What the fuck is this?"

"My quirk, shadow bind. Once my shadow touches someone else's, I can manipulate them like a puppet," The girl yawned again. "So tiresome."

Shortly after their teacher arrived and class began, Izuku looked at the girl who for the most part he had ignored. "Thanks," he said moments before the teacher began his lecture.

"Don't worry about it. Sorry to hear… your less than stellar quirk, but I'm glad you're not letting it get ya down," Shikamura said between a yawn.

Lunch came and Izuku decided to eat outside and get some exercise in. He took his tray of food outside. He ate and started doing push ups.

"What're you doing Deku?"

"Well, I figured I'd try and move the earth with brute force Kachan. I thought that, maybe if I pushed hard enough, I could cause a hole to form," Izuku replied.

"You've got a smart mouth, you know that, you bastard?" Bakugo said as he cracked his knuckles.

"Smart mouth smart brain, I'm pretty sure I'm at the top of the class if I recall," Izuku replied, glancing up at his friend turned bully. He looked pissed. Then again, it was Bakugo, and he had a resting pissed face.

"You…"

"Me? Yeah I would hope so, there's no one else out here. Cause if you're talking to someone I can't see, they either have an invisibility quirk or you're crazy."

"Alright that's it!" The short tempered teen replied as he raised his hand palm splayed to release an explosion only for his body to freeze once again. They were both standing in the shade of a tree.

"Seriously, leave Izuku alone already you yapping Pomeranian," A tired sounding Shikamura complained.

"You brainy bitch," Bakugo spat out.

Shikamura rolled her eyes. "So original you neanderthalic philistine," She then made him pick up Izuku's discarded lunch tray and smack himself in the head with it repeatedly. "Leave him, alone!" She then walked him back inside his hair now covered in rice and bits of fish.

"Thanks, again… why do you keep helping me?" Izuku asked.

Sitting in the shade of the tree the unmotivated genius replied. "You are a good person. You found out you didn't have a quirk and didn't give up. So don't let someone like that bother you okay?"

Izuku nodded. "Yeah thanks… Wanna be friends Shikamura?"

"Sure as long as it doesn't take too much work," The girl replied as she rested on her back, her hands behind her head.

Izuku laughed, "I'm sure it won't."

"Cool maybe I can introduce you to my friends sometime. Ino, Choji, and Naruko."

Izuku smiled. He'd gone from having no friends to potentially having four. "I'd like that."

It took time, years even, but Izuku started to see results. Nothing right away, but it became easier to withstand Bakugo's explosions after a while, and over time, he could outrun all but Bakugo who had by then figured out how to use his quirk for sustained flight. It was slightly annoying, being blown up by his 'former' friend, but at the same time, he saw it as a form of endurance training. If he could endure an explosion well… what could really top that, right? So he endured Bakugo's insults, though he wished he would be a bit more creative with them. It got a little bit dull and tedious after hearing Deku for the two dozenth time in a row.

'Seriously Kaa-chan, come up with some new material,' Izuku thought as he packed his things to go home for the day which included his thirteenth book on Quirks Analysis, which he called "Hero Analysis for the Future". He decided to cut through the park today and do some pullups on the monkeybars. This decision would change his course of fate forever.

The messy green haired boy had just arrived at the park when he heard a strange sound that didn't belong in the park.

A spark of electricity, followed by the sound of tearing cloth. Then a strange smell met Izuku's nose. It was like that of rotten eggs. 'Is that, sulfur?'

After that a metallic crunch came from behind him, causing the young boy to turn, and stare. For there out of a flaming vortex, came what he could best describe as a red haired ape. It stood on its hind feet, holding, its face blackish blue with the teeth of its lower jaw jutting out like tusks and its beady eyes were flush with malice as it held a man who was wearing studded leather and red robes above his head, with a spiral shaped mask over his face.

Izuku didn't really know what was going on, but he knew if he didn't do something, the man would die. So, he hefted his bookbag, and chucked it at the monkey's head.

The ape stood stock still for a moment before glaring at him after the bookbag dinked off its head.

"Hey you stupid monkey! Why d-don't you go back to the zoo where you b-belong?" Izuku called out to it. All the while cursing himself for stuttering.

"Don't be daft boy! This is no ape! It's a Balragu! A demon of the pits! It needs to die not be sent to some zoo,"The man called from his place in the beasts grasp.

The demon tossed the armored man aside, before lumbering towards the boy on all fours, using its muscular forearms to swing itself forwards as it howled at the new frew meat that had dared challenge it. Izuku wasn't all that scared. He was confused. 'Where did this ape come from? What did that man mean it was a demon that needed to die? Also what was with that portal quirk?' He really wanted to ask that, but he had to take care of the giant mound of muscle that was lumbering towards him first.

'Kill you! kill you! kill you!'

'Oh, it has a telepathy quirk,' Izuku decided to try something. 'Can you hear my thoughts?'

'Die, die, die!'

Izuku sighed. "You sound like Bakugo… you're so boring," He said as he hopped to the side, moving out of the way of the two handed power blow the orangutan was trying to hit him with that crushed the earth and caused a crater to form. "Can you do anything else? Like fly or… something cool?"

'Eat your entrails for you are my prey!' The creature screamed in his mind.

"Well, Bakugo's never said that, so points for originality," Izuku said, flatly but a little put off by how much bloodlust this creature was giving off.

The ape or Barlgura as the man called it, swung at him again with a limb as thick as a tree trunk, and with the grace of street brawler. Izuku ducked barely dodging the heavy blow, and the blow sailed right over his head, ruffling his hair. The tree behind him was not so lucky and cracks started to form as the trunk gave out and the tree fell over.

When he stood up from his crouch and searched for his new enemy… the Barlgura was gone? 'Did it decide to leave?' Izuku wondered. He had no time to react as he was suddenly hit in the chest and sent flying towards the playground.. He caught himself on the chains of the swingset, cutting into his palms in the process as his muscles strained keeping his shoulders in their sockets. "Okay so you can do something other than telepathy… you can turn invisible too! How interesting and as far as I know impossible."

"Boy!" The masked man from earlier had pulled himself to his feet. He looked to be a Hero of unknown origin. Which was odd as Izuku did his utmost to keep himself informed on the Hero and Vigilante communities. Yet he did not recognize this man at all. "You need to run! You can't possibly…"

"Fight this thing?" Izuku finished for him, "Yeah sorry sir, but I've been hit harder than that." The green haired boy hopped off the swingset and with his back to the seat, slowly looked around. "Okay now where are you…"

Izuku closed his eyes, for they were useless at the moment. He took a deep breath through his nose. 'There it is again, that rotten egg smell of sulfur… and there! The crunch of wood chips off to my right!' Izuku thought. "Hey Mister, I know where it is… how do I stop it?"

"Use this!" Izuku opened his eyes just long enough to catch a curved dagger with a brass handle with a jeweled hilt set with sapphires.

Izuku closed his eyes again. "What'll this do?!"

"Plunge it into the beast's heart and its form on this plane will be destroyed!" The man called.

The boy shook his head in disagreement at the suggestion. "So you want me to kill a defenseless escaped animal?"

"How many times must I tell you? It is not a normal ape! It's not an ape at all! It is a Barlgura, a demon of the Infinite Abyss!" The man called out in frustration and anger.

"Do you have any proof of that?"

"It is telepathic and can turn invisible! How much more proof do you need?!" The man cried in obvious bewilderment. "If you don't kill this thing, it'll try and find fresh meat."

Izuku nodded slowly. "Okay so it eats meat…"

The man ran a hand down his mask. "Humans are meat to it boy!"

Izuku slowly nodded. "Fair enough mister. But once I take this thing out, I'm going to want some answers."

"Thank Helm!" The man cried in relief as he slumped to the ground in exhaustion showing that some of the blood dripping off his body had dried. .

Izuku listened and kept sniffing the air. 'The scent of sulfur has increased, and there are two sets of invisible footprints coming towards me now… There are two of them?!'

"Well, this got a bit complicated, but I can still manage this," He muttered to himself as he waited for the Barlguras to approach. "Here monkey, monkey, monkey," Izuku taunted. "I'm not a hot blonde actress you can drag atop the nearest skyscraper, but I'll have to do."

Then he felt it, the slight movement of air to his left he rolled but still got clipped in the shoulder. Something in his arm went snap. Then Izuku felt pain. 'Fuck! That hurt!' Izuku thought to himself. He checked himself, moving the individual muscles and bones that made up his upper arm individually. 'Yep my right humerus is cracked if not broken. Mom is going to be upset.' Izuku glanced at the masked man, who may or may not be a Hero. 'I'm 'not' dying here, the old man is counting on me, and if those things get away, they'll eat people! C'mon Izuku, c'mon think of something! Do something! Now's the time to prove that you 'can' be a hero even with a useless quirk!'

Determination and resolution began to influence his soul, and with it, came a surge of power unlike any he had ever felt before. The stones around his head pulsed and his senses, already sharpened from him keeping his eyes closed, became even sharper due to a sudden burst of some unknown power. Hearing a crunch off to his left along with a subtle fluctuation in the air Izuku ducked, avoiding a blow from one of the beasts before he shot forward like a coiled spring digging the dagger into something that toppled into the earth with an audible thud.

Opening his eyes, he found he'd stabbed one of the apes right in the eyes. He yanked the blade out with a sickening squelch. He jumped back as the beast in its death throes tried to smash everything around it before its body went still. It then, to his shock disintegrated to ash right before his eyes. He turned and looked around for signs of the other demon. He found it quickly enough. Small clouds of earth were being kicked up… only, it was running away from him, towards the entrance to the park. Where people were walking in front of the entrance.

"Must run must warn others. Must regain strength to combat Sorcerer!" were the creatures broadcasted thoughts as it fled to catch easier prey.

"You're not getting away!" Izuku said as he raced after it. Fire raced through his limbs and the thundering sound of his heartbeat was like doldrums in his ears as he grit his teeth and ran like an olympic sprinter after the Barlgura. He threw himself at the demon and gripping the dagger in both hands, stabbed down at where he thought its spine should be. The blade sunk into open air and inky yellow blood dripped from the wound moments before the Barlgura became visible once again. It teetered drunkenly on its feet, then fell to its knees before face planting in the earth just a meager five feet from the entrance. It started to get back up and tried to grab the dagger stabbed into its back.

Izuku walked up to the now desperate demon trying to pull out the blade letting its life blood drain out. Izuku was able to kick it in the back and then push further into its back till he heard something severe. He had to brace his foot on its corpse to pull the blade out this time, but he managed and he had enough time to clean the blood off the dagger before the corpse became a pile of ashes. He then raced back into the park and looked around for the mysterious man.

He found him half laying on a bench. Spiral shaped mask still on his face, red robe only partially concealing the studded leather armor he wore that now he looked at it seemed to be torn if not ripped off in several places.. When he saw Izuku approach he asked, "The beasts?"

"Dead. I believe this is yours sir?" Izuku handed him the dagger, hilt first.

"So it is, thank you lad," The masked man took his weapon back and sheathed it at his side. "So I suppose you have questions, but I have just as many. Where am I, what is this place, what is the year? Common things of that nature," The man reached under the bench and produced Izuku's school bag. "I also took the liberty of collecting your materials bag. Not very bright of you to just throw it at the demons. Are you an apprentice wizard of some sort?"

Izuku blinked. "Wizard? No, I'm a student."

The man cocked his head to the side in a curious fashion. "Of the magical arts?"

"No~o just the normal ones… writing, reading, arithmetics, the sciences." He then bowed politely, "I'm Izuku Midoriya, might I know your name, sir?"

"Sir Grimstrom, Hell Knight of the Order of the Gate, of Waterdeep. I'll take it that you've never heard of any of those places?" Seeing the young lad in front of him who just killed two demons that usually took a cohort of men to slay, he sighed. "I am very far from home it seems."

"Sir Grimstrom? Are you hungry?" Izuku asked after a moment.

The man in the mask was many things, weary, confused, glad that the demons had been stopped, even if it meant he had been separated from his Brothers and Sisters in the Order. "I think a meal of any sort would be most welcome at this point."

The freckled boy smiled. "Then follow me! It's Saturday, and my mom always makes my favorite meal on Saturday's."

"I would hate to impose," The knight said as he took to his feet.

Izuku shook his head. "You wouldn't be. I've got so many questions I want to ask you anyway. Besides, you need a place to stay while you figure out how to get back home right? We have a spare bedroom you can use."

Even though Izuku couldn't see it, the knight was blinking behind his mask. "That is, most kind of you, Izuku. If you're sure your mother will be alright with it then I accept," The boy suddenly hissed through his teeth in pain. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, it's just one of those things got me, broke or at least cracked, my humerus."

The Hellknight was beside him in moments. "You should've spoken up sooner. Cure minor wounds."

A golden light enveloped Izuku and the pain in his arm faded away to rotated his arm, feeling no pain. "Wow! Is that your quirk? Some kind of healing?"

"I don't know what a quirk is, but I just used healing magic granted to me by my god Illmater," Sir Grimstrom replied.

"Wow… we have a lot to talk about then. Please follow me."

As they walked to his house, Sir Grimstrom was replete with questions wondering what cars were, and why the buildings were so tall and made of glass, and just how things worked or what they were. Izuku had to stop him from walking out into traffic and nearly getting killed in an intersection only to explain what a stoplight was. Thankfully, the man was a quick study and he only had to have one near death experience to understand when it was safe to cross the street. What really fascinated him though, were the televisions, and of course, the Heroes.

"So these devices give you all manner of information?" Grimstrom asked as they stood in front of a television shop.

The young boy who was watching All Might capture a sludge villain, was quick to reply. "Yes, from news, to politics, to whatever is going on in foreign countries, even sports and such."

"And Heroics is a business?" Seeing the boy nod, the older man said, "Somethings never change, no matter what dimension one is in it seems. Do the adventurers get quests at the local tavern, a bounty board, or does the local king hand them out?"

The teen scratched his head. "Umm, I'm not exactly sure of the specifics, but more or less, Heroes are given a specific area to be responsible for, and they are paid by the government depending on the seriousness of the crimes they stop every month and their popularity."

"If they are doing this for fame or fortune, then they are doing it for the wrong reasons," Sir Grimstrom said with conviction, "One should do the right thing, simply because it is the right thing to do. Those who break the law, should be punished."

"I agree… mostly with the first part. Not so keen on the second," Izuku admitted, put off by the ferocity in the man's tone. "A-Anyway, let's get going! My apartment isn't far and I don't want to worry my mother."

"Of course."

Izuku unlocked the front door and called. "Mom, I'm home!..." He paused for a moment before adding, "And I brought a guest for dinner."

"Oh that's great sweetie! Who's your little friend?!" Inko Midoriya, Izuku's mother, who due to her son's seemingly devil may care attitude about his quirk didn't really put on much weight, like she could have had she blamed herself for her son's condition. No, this Inko Midoriya worked alongside her friend Mitsuki Bakigo as a fashion model during her son's school hours and always made sure to be home on time for him. Afterall, it was just the two of them.

"Umm, he's a foreigner mom, his names, Gregor Grimstrom and he needs a place to stay for a while so can he use the spare room?" Izuku asked as he walked into the kitchen but not before replacing his shoes with house slippers and silently motioning for Grimstrom to do the same.

"Oh my what about his… parents?" Inko asked upon seeing what could only be a costumed hero walk into her home, following her son.

"I'm afraid my mother and father both passed ten summers ago now ma'am… Also if I may, you are quite fetching. Izuku is your mother by chance a half-elf?"

The boy blinked, "I don't think so?"

"I uh, thank you Grimstrom-san, was it?" Inko asked, flushing a little at his compliment.

The knight bowed as seemed to be customary. "It is I who should be thanking you miss. Your son assisted me when I was in dire straits earlier, and was it not for his intervention on my behalf, I would likely be dead now."

Inko covered her mouth, "Is he okay? Are you okay?" She asked her son. "Do either of you need to go to the hospital?"

Izuku shook his head. "I'm fine mom. I did have a broken arm, but Grimstrom-san fixed it with… something."

"Izuku Midoriya!" Inko said using his full name and that tone that all mothers used to let their kids know they were in trouble. "How did you break your arm?! Were you fighting again?!"

Let it be known that Izuku was a model student in all ways but one. He hated bullies. Thus with his newfound strength he'd gained over the years, he often called people out when they did things he thought were wrong. More often than not, it was Bakugo, which also more often than not, ended up with him getting blown up.

"Eh, kinda sorta?" Izuku replied holding a hand out and wiggling it back and forth. "It was a them or me thing mom. By me I mean humans in general since apparently they weren't human."

Inko blinked. "I'll put the kettle on, this sounds like one of those discussions."

"I'd suggest some strong drink if you've got it."

Inko sighed. "Whiskey it is then."

"Can I have so-" Izuku began.

"No!" Inko snapped. "You'll have tea and like it."

The boy hunched over in defeat. "Yes mom."

Once the adults had a tumbler of whiskey each and Inko set the pans on the stove down on low so nothing burned, she listened to the tale involving a demon hunting knight and her son who had just killed not one, but two of these man eating monsters.

"So now," Grimstrom finished, "I am stuck here, in this dimension until I find some way home."

Inko downed her tumbler, then filled it up again and this time took slower sips. "So magic is real?"

"Yes," Sir Grimstrom replied. "Do you require some kind of proof?"

"Please?" Inko asked.

"Summon Lesser Planar Ally," Grimstrom intoned.

It appeared in a flash of light, a small winged glowing ball, with runes carved all across its circular face, and its metallic wings were vaguely in a shape reminiscent of a butterfly. It flitted around the room for a bit, releasing motes of green particles in its wake before it landed in Izuku's messy nest of green hair, where it decided to roost.

Inko giggled at the sight. "I think it thinks you make a nice birdsnest son."

"Ah! Hey, get outta there!" Izuku tried snatching it up, only for the small creature to zip away, and land in his curly locks once again. The adults laughed as the ethereal creature seemed to take joy out of teasing the boy.

"Timcanpy, that's enough! Stop teasing Izuku," Sir Grimstrom said after a couple minutes of watching the two play.

"What is he anyway?" Izuku asked as he looked at the small glowing creature.

"Tim here is a Lantern Archon, an angel from the celestial realms," Grimstrom explained. "I am a Hell Knight, someone who enforces Law and Justness."

Izuku cocked his head to the side. "Justness? How is that different from Justice?"

The Knight was quick to reply. "Justice is doing only what the law requires… Justness is doing what is morally right, regardless of what the law requires. For example, say a murderer is brought before the Crown, due to his status or prior deeds, he is sentenced to life imprisonment in the castle dungeons. While others would accept this verdict, a Hell Knight would not. For one who takes life, does not get to live the rest of theirs out inside a cage. That person would be executed on the spot. For that is what is just. However, my Order specifically deals with the failure of leaders, and the warding of potential portals that could lead from the Abyss to the Material realm."

"That's the second time you've mentioned it now. Just what is the Abyss?" Izuku inquired.

"It is a plane of infinite planes of infinite size. Where demons are created, and where, if they are not involved in the endless Blood War with the Devils of the Nine Hells, they seek a portal to the Material Realm of which this is one of many such realms, so as which to gain a foothold and invade," Sir Grimstrom's voice became dire as he continued. "Should that happen a wave of endless slaughter would sweep across your world, for demons cannot be reasoned with. They are mindless hate fueled killing machines. They only exist to kill other creatures. Unlike Devils who can be bargained with, there is no bargaining with a demon. There is only killing it, or being killed by it."

He then removed his mask showing he had a tanned if scarred face with a scruffy brown beard on his chin, with matching hair on his head that was shorn short, and grey eyes that seemed to bore into Izuku's own as he stared at him. "That's why you impressed me so. Killing not one, but two Barlgura by yourself and having never seen them before to boot? An impressive feat that few others could boast."

The freckled boy cocked his head to the side. "Thank you? It wasn't really all that terribly difficult if I'm being honest."

The Hell Knight Signifer quirked an eyebrow. "What kind of dimension have I ended up on where Barlgura demons aren't considered a serious threat?"

Izuku's face twisted into a scowl. "One where a four year old sociopath is given the ability to explode his sweat with the force of a small bomb whenever the hell he wants and is told by society this is a good thing."

"Oh my, Izuku was Bakugo bullying you again?" Inko asked, "Do you want me to call Mitsuki?"

The green-haired boy shook his head. "No, it'll just piss him off more and he'll try to blow me up… more than he already does. I seriously don't know what his problem is, he's the only one who bothers to pick on me at school anymore. Everyone else gave up when I ignored them… and the girls kept giving me funny looks and giggling," He said cluelessly, "I still don't know what all that's about."

"I believe they fancy you lad," Sir Grimstrom replied.

Izuku blinked, and then he repeated what the man said several times, "Fancy me?" He pointed at himself and his face turned pink. "F-Fancy m-me?!"

'So he can face down the demons of the pit and almost be bored, but women send him into a tizzy? Quite the interesting young man,' Sir Grimstrom thought to himself. "Yes lad, fancy you, don't be so surprised, you fought two demons seem remarkably fit and well… unless I miss my guess…" The knight leaned in closer as he peered at Izuku.

"Y-Yes?" Izuku asked.

"Detect the Faithful," Sir Grimstrom muttered, before a golden white aura that was tinged with red at its core surrounded Izuku, surprising him. "So, it's as I suspected."

"W-What is this?" Izuku asked.

Sir Grimstrom grinned wolfishly before clapping izuku on the shoulder. "You m'boy are of sorcerous heritage. Those stones that float above your head? They aren't ordinary rocks. They're Ioun Stones. Powerful magical trinkets."

"B-But I d-don't s-serve Illmater! I-I've never even heard of him!"

The grizzled veteran of the endless Blood War, gave the boy a shake. "Weren't you listening boy? I said it was in your blood! Meaning someone somewhere along the line in your family tree must've been a sorcerer. Could've been a blade warrior or something for all we'll ever know. Point is, that power has languished in your blood and now you can call on it. With practice."

Inko put her hand on her guests shoulder. "Please calm down and explain this a little better Grimstrom-san. Why is this such a good thing exactly?"

"Why? Well, because ma'am, the demons they know where your world is now, if they find a way to breach the veil between your world and the Abyss, they will invade en mass," The man clapped Izuku on the shoulder, "Your boy here could very well be this worlds only line of defense if such an incursion should happen."

Again Izuku found himself pointing at his own face. "W-Why me?"

"As I said, Ioun Stones are powerful magical trinkets. If anything could slaughter demons en masse it's you boy. In order to do that however you need to train. From what I saw you're already quite strong but there is much more for you to learn, and much further for you to push yourself before you can call yourself a proper Sorcerer."

"Are… you offering to train me Sir Grimstrom?" The sorcerer asked as a smile spread across his face.

The gruff veteran nodded. "Aye. Be a damn shame if such an advanced dimension fell to the hoards of the abyss. Eat your dinner lad, for we start tomorrow at dawn… as soon as I find a suitable place for us to train."

"I… might know of a place, depending on what you want to do."

The Signifier tapped his scraggly chin. "Soccerers when they practice spells do cause collateral damage, so desolate a place for you to practice doing that."

Izuku beamed. "I know the perfect place!..." He then paused before asking in an unsure tone. "Sir Grmstrom, is this something that only I can do? It's just the reason I'm asking is because… ever since I was four and I was told I my quirk was a useless superpower, so I trained my body everyday, hoping to one day prove everyone wrong that I could still do something even with a 'useless' quirk. So… is this something only I can do? Something I have to do?"

Grimstrom looked the boy in the eye who was staring back just as determined as any other member of his order ever had, most of whom were spellcasters who had survived summoning something wrong and now devoted themselves to penance. 'This boy has a thirst to prove himself.' The veteran realized. "Yes Midoriya, this is something only you can do."

It was small, but the smile on his face just enhanced the determination burning in his green eyes. He tasted katsudon for the first time in his life that night and immediately understood Izuku's love for the dish. Firstly it was pork which was hard to come by, and it was covered in the most delicious sauce with noodles.

As he retired to his quarters that evening the demon hunter thought to himself, 'I hope I get to try more of the delicacies of this world.'

Thus the two found themselves at Dagoba Beach early the next morning… The only mishap was getting Sir Grimstrom through the train turntable. He got stuck briefly. People stared at him in his armor and took pictures, assuming he was a new hero of some kind much like Izuku himself when they first met. On the thirty minute train ride, they spoke of many things. Of Sir Grimstrom's world and its peoples, his family which he considered his Brothers and Sisters in the Order of the Gate, whose sworn duty it was to stop demonic incursions onto the mortal plane. He spoke of the gods and of many different races, the humans, the halflings, the dwarves, and the hated Drow of the Underdark who held all on the surface in disdain. Of Goblins, Kobolds, and Orcs, the beastly races, who were devious and powerful. Then he got to the Djinn…

"Djinn?! Like from A Thousand and One Nights?!" Izuku asked excitedly.

"You know of Djinni?, and of the Elemental Chaos?" Sir Grimstrom inquired.

"N-No not exactly… B-Before my parents separated, m-my dad bought me this book. It was calledA Thousand and One Nights, and it was the last thing he gave me before he… left."

From under his mask, the man scowled, "I see. Well let me assure you Genie are no fairytale. They are real, and they are powerful. Dangerous. They should not be trifled with lightly."

Izuku nodded as he led the man off the train. "Remarkable, how swift these machines are. It would take a Wizard using a high level spell to teleport us this distance. Truly amazing."

Izuku blinked against the grey light of dawn as it glinted off all the rusted trash that dominated the beach at this point. "What is this place?"

"It was a nice beach several years ago, then people started dumping their trash here…" Izuku shrugged. "Now it's an illegal landfill that nobody bothers to get rid of."

The lanky if slightly stooped knight nodded. "I see… and you wish to train here?"

Izuku jumped over the guardrail, "I don't see why not? We needed a place to practice. This is somewhere no one is bound to hang around, and we get to do a public service by getting rid of all of this junk! So what's the problem?"

The hunched man nodded. "I see… I see. A well thought out plan Midoriya. I was too hasty in judging you, my apologies."

"It's fine, so what should we do first?" Izuku asked as they walked amongst the wreckage, several broken down cars, fridges, and innumerable bags of trash were present in this veritable maze of refuse. It smelt of rust, and sickly sweet decay.

"First I must induct you into the Order of the Hell Knights. There are many Orders, but with your… specific skill set, you would be most useful in my own Order, the Order of the Gate." They came to a small clearing in the forest of garbage, one that was devoid of spoilt food, broken glass, or rusted tetanus causing shards of metal. It was there that Sir Grimstrom motioned Izuku forward and said "Take a knee."

Doing so, the boy bowed his head as he listened to what the man said next. "Iuzku Midoriya, neophyte of the Order of the Gate, heed thee now the creed of our order and devote it to heart." Sir Grimstrom took a moment before spoke in a solemn tone, "Lawlessness is a failing of the leaderless and unwatched. I will mind those who would go unnoticed. My power is a gift, not to me, but to the world. It is my responsibility to use it to forge greatness. I will pursue perfection, ever knowing that I will truly master nothing. Knowledge is not the same as wisdom. I will hone my iron judgment upon the stones of experience and worldliness. There is cleverness in chaos. There is deceit in ruin. I will never underestimate either. My face must be forged of iron. It must never crack, regardless of the circumstance."

With each line the man finished, Izuku nodded devoting the words to memory. Once he'd finished reciting the creed he asked, "Do you neophyte swear to uphold these oaths from this day forth?"

"Sir, yes sir!" Izuku replied.

"Then rise Hell Neophyte, and let your training commence."

The training was hellish. Over the next four months, he was forced to drag fridges across sand, learn magic which was mentally taxing, and he used junked cars as target dummies for his offensive spells. He found he had a knack for lightning and healing based spells. Healing based quirks were a rarity so he had semi-dedicated himself to learning all Grimstrom-sensei could teach him of healing magic. Which was quite a lot as before he became a Hell Knight, he was a cleric of the god Illmater. Patron of slaves and children, god of endurance, strength, and healing.

Once he got used to dragging fridges, his sensei made him continue to do so while wearing a weighted harness that weighed upwards of two-hundred pounds.

He decided to question this. "Why may I ask?"

"It's to help stimulate the weight of your armor. To be honest, this is four times the weight of Hell Knight plate armor, so if you can get used to moving in this," He motioned to the weighted harness Izuku was now wearing, "You will be able to wear Hell Knight Plate without issue."

Thus his training continued. Nights after dinner he did his own research into the occult. Looking up potential spells he could cast from folklore and such. His ultimate goal was to find a way to send his sensei back to his home plane. 'While I'm sure he likes it here, I doubt he wants to stay. I should find a way to send him back where he came from.'

So far, he had two promising leads. Firstly, he could try and summon a Genie. They could grant wishes. According to his sensei, wishes could rewrite the very fabric of reality, and only the most powerful magic users could cast them. His second option was to summon a Devil. These conniving creatures could and would grant any desire you wanted. Money, power, women… all at the low, low, cost of your mortal soul after you die.

He really wanted option one to work for this very reason, but if it didn't… well he was fine with doing the best he could to help people while he was alive. Death was kinda final in his opinion. He decided to try binding a genie tonight.

He went over the instructions on his computer one more time. 'Okay so carve a binding circle into the ground somewhere, make it look like a seven-pointed star, and chant the name of the genie in question. Okay doesn't sound too hard.'

He left his house late in the night, heading for the beach, a backpack on his back. He'd cleared a fair portion of it by now, two thirds of it was now clear, and a majority of the rusted cars had been blown to bits due to his spellwork. Tearing the hood off a rusted car, he proceeded to carve a eight pointed star on top of it with the knife he'd borrowed from the wooden block in his kitchen. Once it was completed He took a small plastic baggie full of candles and placed them at all eight points of the star before lighting them. He then began to chant. "Paimon, Djinn of Maniacal Love and Chaos, I summon thee! I call thee forth from the Plane of Air, and beseech thee! Heed my call and grant my desire!"

As he spoke the wind picked up, yet the candles did not go out regardless. Then, in the center of the star, a tornado gathered. Once it cleared, a beautiful woman stood there. She looked asian, with long dark hair with armor donned over a white kimono. She had an elaborate white feathered fan with a golden handle in her left hand. She looked to be about six years older than Izuku himself, in her early twenties. She also looked greatly confused, for she was looking around wondering where she was and how she got to this place.

Upon spotting him she smiled warmly. "Oh, hello little boy, could you please tell me where I am and how I got here?"

"Umm, I was trying to summon the Djinn Paimon… you're not her are you?"

The woman blinked before she tried stepping out of the summoning circle only to find she couldn't leave due to some kind of restraining force. "Summon Paimon? Whatever for? Also, why can't I leave?"

"I was told Djinn could grant wishes. I had a wish I needed granted."

"Ah I see… and you conducted a summoning ritual. Well, I'm not sure if you know, but I'm Paimon's contractor, Hakuei Ren, nice to meet you, young man," She finished giving a princess-like bow lifting the hem of her kimono ever so slightly.

Izuku bowed at the waist. "Midoriya Izuku, nice to meet you Ren-oneechan."

The older girl waved her hand in front of her face. "Please please, call me Hakuei… also what does Oneechan mean?" She asked politely.

"It's considered a polite way to refer to someone older than you. Like calling someone big sister even though you aren't related, Hakuei-oneechan."

"Oh, well that's nice!" Hakuei smiled sweetly. "Can I leave the summoning circle?"

"I… don't know?" Izuku replied. "This is my first time doing this so I don't know all the ins and outs."

Suddenly a blue-skinned topless woman appeared behind Hakuhei who had nipple piercing connected by a golden chain. "This young summoner is powerful but his raw talent is unrefined mistress."

"P-Please p-put on some clothes!" Izuku asked, looking away with a blush staining his face.

"Fufufu! He's clearly never lain with a woman if seeing me topless is enough to make him flush so. He reminds me of Ugo," The blue-skinned woman said as she covered her mouth with her hand.

"Paimon, stop teasing Izuku," Hakuei gently reprimanded.

The now named Paimon sighed airily, "As you command my King. Now boya, why did you seek to summon me? Something about a wish, yes? I regret to inform you I cannot grant it, as Hakuei-chan has already conquered my dungeon."

"Ah… that sucks," Izuku said, kicking the sand in dejection. "I wanted to be able to send my sensei, my teacher by the way, back to his own dimension. He got dragged here while fighting some demons and needs a way back."

Paimon smiled. Not in a seductive flirty way like she had been but in a more sincere fashion. "Such an earnest wish, and not for yourself but another. You are a good person, and a good Magi Midoriya Izuku," Paimon peered at him. "No, not a Magi… something else… something more… Like the King of Sindria, are you too a Singularity?" Again Paimon shook her head. "No, that's not it either. Your something else, something Irregular… an Irregularity that should not exist within the current system and defines its rules. The Rukh is turning grey around you."

Izuku was lost. "The what?"

But before her Djinn could reply Hakuei cleared her throat. "Ahem, what exactly do you mean by dimension… Izuku, where are we?"

'You know, I probably should've thought this out more.' Izuku thought to himself. "You're currently in the country of Japan, on planet Earth, and the year is 2262."

Silence for a moment, and then… "EEEH?!"

Thankfully Izuku had prepared for a long discussion, and brought a picnic blanket out of his backpack and several canned teas. "Umm, why don't you step out of there and we can talk a bit Hakuei-oneechan, Paimon-san?"

Hakuei suddenly felt the resisting force that was keeping her inside the summoning circle fall away, and with all the grace of the princess she was, she walked over and sat down on the blanket. She waited until she saw how Izuku opened the tea so she didn't make a fool of herself trying to figure it out.

"So, this is another dimension?" She asked as she looked around seeing the waves rolling in and smelling the sea air, but also seeing the refuse on the beach. "Why does it look like a garbage dump?"

Izuku scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Well, it kinda is? This beach was completely filled with trash seven months ago, but I've been training here, and in the process been cleaning it up. Since no one ever comes here, I thought it would be a good place to summon a Djinn."

Hakuei cocked her head to the side. "Why? Is magic not an accepted practice in your world?"

"No, in fact, it's a dead practice," Izuku replied. "Nowadays people only care about quirks… genetic mutations that give people special powers. Like the ability to make explosions happen or something or have the attributes of a specific animal things like that."

Hakuei clapped her hands together, in amazement. "Amazing… it sounds like magic but it's not," seeing the rainbowlike array of stones floating around izuku's head she asked, "Are those stones related to your quirk Izuku?"

"Umm, kinda?" Izuku replied unsure. "These stones have strange effects I'm still trying to figure out.."

"Ohh… I see. Could you show it to me?" Hakuei asked.

"I… suppose," Izuku said.

Seeing how reluctant he was, Hakuei told him, "You don't have to, I was just curious, I apologize," Hakuei bowed politely at the waist.

Izuku shook his hands out in front of him. "No, no, it's fine I'm just… not sure how people will react when they see what I can really do, that's all," Izuku admitted as he walked away.

The older girl smiled. "I'm sure you'll be just fine. I haven't known Izuku long, but… I have the oddest feeling I can trust him. That he can be trusted."

"That is perhaps the will of the rukh," Paimon said mostly to herself.

"Paimon-san, why won't you come over here?" Izuku asked as he turned around and noticed the djinn hadn't left the circle.

The Djinn grinned, "It's not that I don't want to, you silly boy, it's that I can't. The magoi, or magical energy of this circle is the only thing letting me manifest myself."

"Ohh… Well then," Izuku got up, unopened can of tea in hand and fearlessly handed it to the Djinn, thrusting his hand through the protective circle.

Paimon frowned a bit. "You know, breaking a protective circle like that can get you killed by the entity inside, right?"

"Yes, but Paimon-san isn't going to hurt me, is she?" Izuku said confidently.

"You're lucky you're cute Freckles," Paimon replied, pulling him close just so she could flick him on the nose before she pushed him out of the circle. "Now, show us what you can do!"

"Fine fine… I admit I'm not used to having an audience besides sensei…" The Ioun Sorcerer muttered to himself.

"C'mon boyo, you can do it, it's not like you're taking a dump!" Paimon cajoled.

"Paimon, enough!" Hakuei said, before she told the boy. "Just do your best Izuku!"

Izuku punched his fist into his palm. "Right!" He focused on the trigger for his Ioun Stones. The ridicule of his peers. He could hear a majority of them, laughing at him, belittling him for his useless quirk. The stones around his head began to thrum slightly, as he approached the rusty remains of a truck, fire burning through his veins as his muscles began to bulk up, a golden aura covered the decayed hulk of metal as he laid his hands on it and with a mighty heave, he launched the truck, frame half rotted wooden bed and all, skyward.

It seemed to just fly straight up, much to Hakuei's shock then gravity took hold of it and it started to fall back down. "Izuku… Izuku move! Izuku!"

The boy ignored her. Instead he glared up at the hunk of junk almost hatefully and once it was almost right on top of him… he said, "Magic missile."

There was a crunching sound and a squeal of ripping metal, and the sand they were on was sent up in a spray. When it finally cleared. Hakuei beheld an amazing sight, Izuku had, with just blown the steel cart contraption in front of her to smithereens. Rusted steel mind you, but it was still quite an accomplishment. Making sure none of the metal pieces flew too far away, Izuku turned around. He walked back over to his new companions. The hand he'd used to cast the spell was slightly red from the overexertion of magic. The hand did not look broken but seemed it might need some cold ice to stop the swelling later down the line.

Hakuei covered her mouth. "Izuku, your hand!"

"Hmm? Oh this? This is nothing some minor healing magic can't fix. Cure light wounds."

Pale golden light raced down Izuku's and the flesh once again gained a normal peach hue. He held the once warped appendage out to her. "See, I'm fine."

"Ah so that is how Izuku-san fights," Paimon said, "He goes all out, even so far as hurting his circuits by casting to much and then heals later.

"Yes… how does Paimon-san know honorifcs when Hakuei-oneechan doesn't?" Izuku inquired.

The topless Djinn smirked at him and shot him a peace sign. "Fufufu! That's cause I'm a Wind Djinn! I can quickly learn information from all over by bringing wind currents that carry conversations to my ears. Picking up your honorifics was simple."

Hearing this caused Hakuei to blink. "Why have I never thought about using your power this way? Why I could provide the Kou Empire with intelligence that could aid in our continued expansion the need for without bloodshed."

Paimon shrugged. "It is not my job to tell you how to use my power, my King. That is up to you to figure out."

Now it was Izuku's turn to be full of questions. "Kou Empire? Also, this is the second time Paimon-san has referred to Hakuei-oneechan as King. Is she royalty or something?"

Hakuei smiled. "I suppose I should properly introduce myself. I am Hakuei Ren, First Imperial Princess of the Kou Empire, General of the Northern Station Corps of the Kou Empire's Western Subjugation Army, and chosen King of the Djinn Paimon."

"Ehh… so you're a princess?!" Izuku asked. Upon seeing her nod, "So I should call you Hakuei-hime then."

The metal vessel user looked to her Djinn. "Hime?"

"In their language it's a title for a princess," Paimon explained.

Hakuei shook her head. "No, no, oneesan is fine. I prefer it actually."

"Well if you're sure then… alright," Izuku said with a smile. He then grimaced. "Looks like I need to go for plan two after all."

"Izuku? What's wrong?" Hakuei asked in concern.

He just smiled at her reassuringly. "It's nothing you need to concern yourself with Hakuei-san. This is a personal matter."

She reached out and grabbed his recently healed hand. "Izuku, what're you about to do?"

He gave the princess an awkward smile. "Well, since Paimon-san couldn't grant my wish, I need to go down the second route. It'll be more difficult in the long run but… it'll work, probably."

Hakuei felt a stab of guilt in her heart. Due to her contracting of Paimon, this young boy was about to do something reckless.

"What is it boyo?" Paimon asked, both of her arms crossed under her topless breasts.

Gently pulling his hand out of Hakuei's grip, Izuku went over to the second piece of scrap metal he had already prepared. This was not the eight pointed star Hakuei was familiar with, but a five pointed one. She watched as he lit candles at every point of the star and began intoning, "Oh creature of Mount Baator I call thee forth from the Nine Hell's! Come forth now in pleasing form and make a contract with me!"

Black acrid brimstone smelling smoke filled the magic circle and its center was licked by flames. When both cleared, a small child-sized creature was standing there. It was a girl with coral pink hair. She had cloven hooves, with white cloth coming down from a choker around her neck covering her chest. Her lower body covered in light white fur, with black bat-like wings on her back, a pinkish white furred tail that curled around her wasted, and a pot belly, she also had a third eye that was the same crimson red as her normal two and a set of black coral-like antlers coming out of her head.

'This is supposed to be a devil of the Nine Hells?' Izuku thought to himself.

"Where am I? I should be dead, or a part of Sinbad-san at the least?" The young childlike demoness said as she looked around in utter confusion.

"Sinbad?" Izuku muttered to himself as he felt the name was familiar.

Hakuei made her way forward and asked. "Excuse me, but by chance are you talking about Sinbad of Sindria, leader of the Seven Seas Alliance?"

The young girl focused her gaze on the two people in front of her. "Yes! I… died and my rukh fused with his, and he gained control of my Djinn, Zepar."

Izuku's head was spinning. "Hakuei-oneechan, I'm very confused. How does she look like this if she comes from your world?"

Hakuei held up a hand. "I'll explain in just a moment Izuku. Might I know your name please?"

"I would know yours first and my circumstances for ending up here," The girl replied while crossing her arms, her lion-like tail swishing around flippantly showing her displeasure.

Izuku went first. "I'm Izuku Midoriya, and I was trying to summon an imp from the Nine Hells in order to make a deal with a higher devil. Somehow, I got you instead."

Hakuei curtsied. "I'm Hakuei Ren, and am the first princess of the Kou Empire. I too was accidentally summoned by Izuku when he tried to summon my Djinn Paimon."

The imp-like girl nodded as she absorbed all this. "I see… it seems you aren't all that good at summoning Izuku Midoriya."

Izuku lowered his head in shame. "I'm sorry."

"Foolish girl!" Paimon snapped. "This has nothing to do with his ability or lack thereof! This is the will of the rukh, plain and simple!"

The imp turned and bowed politely to the manifested Djinn. "You may well be right Paimon. This could be the will of the rukh."

Izuku was at his wits end. "What is rukh, who is Sinbad? What's going on?"

Hakuei smiled at him, "I apologize we've been discussing things you have no knowledge of when you've been acting as our host."

"Boyo, the rukh are spirits that exist in everything from the sea to the land and air, they cause all natural phenomena and push all people and the world itself towards its fate. They are what you would call evolution, advancement, and change. To go against the rukh is to go against destiny to curse one's fate causes it to go black," Paimon explained.

"I think I get it… it feels weird though to say destiny is a thing though. So does that mean we don't have freewill?"

She shook her head. "There's always a choice. You can follow your destiny or not. To curse your destiny, your fate will turn your rukh black and those that do, will fall into depravity."

"Depravity huh?" Izuku said mostly to himself. He gave his head a shake. 'Think about it later,' He focused his gaze on the person in the magic circle. "And if we could have your name now Miss?"

"I am Serendine Dikumenowlz Du Parthevia, First Princess of the Parthevia Empire."

"Another princess? What the hell's going on here?" Izuku asked himself.

Serendine huffed and looked to the side. "As for who Sinbad is… he's the man who allowed my country to fall to ruin, killed me, and took my Djinn Zepar, absorbing my rukh in the process."

"That's… terrible?" Izuku questioned, he was honestly still trying to wrap his head around all of this.

"It is… also, why is your magoi flowing into me Izuku?" Serendine asked.

"I don't know? I honestly have no idea what's been going on since I summoned Hakuei-oneechan over here," Izuku pointed at the said woman in question.

An almost malicious laugh came on the wind. "Well of course you don't little boy. You're playing with powers you can't even begin to comprehend."

Spinning on his heel, Izuku beheld as yet another beautiful woman approached him that night. She had copper skin with long crimson black hair, and was wearing a bronze breastplate over red cloth she had two pairs of clawed batlike wings ten feet across springing from her back and all manner of jewelry hung from her body. Anklets clung to her legs, rings were on each of her fingers encrusted with precious stones, a necklace featuring a hawk skull dipped in gold and diamonds set into its eyes hung around her neck. A pale lizard tail swung back and forth as she approached every bit of her came off as sensual and powerful at the same time.

"Who are you?" Izuku asked.

She smirked, her lips were painted blood red. "You called me yet you don't know my name? Curious."

Izuku pointed at her. "I called… Are you the devil I summoned?" He then pointed at the imp in the summoning circle. "But then what is Serendine?"

The demoness was quick to reply. "She's your familiar of course. I can feel your mana flowing from you into her from here. The bond is quite obvious."

"Serendine is my familiar? How did I manage that?" Izuku asked himself.

"You have great power," The deviless purred. "I can tell that much. You must be quite strong indeed to be able to directly summon and Archdevil from the Nine Hells."

"A-An Archdevil… you?" Izuku asked nervously.

The devil smirked "Indeed, I am Glasya, Archdevil of Malbolge. Normally I would outright kill someone for trying to summon me… but for you to do it with sheer power alone. You've piqued my interest Izuku Midoriya."

Izuku felt all the blood drain out of his face. He knew that name. Glasya was the daughter of Asmodeus, undisputed King of the Nine Hells. She was a princess in her own right, and that scared the shit outta him. "You know my name?"

Glaysa chuckled at the look of horror on his face. "Of course I do. I heard you introduce yourself to Serendine. It is a simple matter for me to hide my presence and watch events unfold. I've been watching and listening ever since Serendine showed up. I know what you want, and I have to say, you are a selfless idiot selling your soul away just to do a kind deed for your former teacher."

"Izuku? Your soul?" Hakuei questioned, feeling her stomach drop to her feet.

Glasya smiled. "Correct. You see, I'm a devil Hakuei Ren, we deal in contracts. We'll give anyone anything they desire in this life… at the cost of their soul in death."

"I will not allow this!" Hakuei declared. "I will not allow Izuku to surrender his soul to you!" She brandished her feathered fan, only for Izuku to put his hand on her shoulder causing her to look at his smiling face.

He smiled at her. "Hakuei-oneechan, it's fine. But I'm really starting to think we should change the venue. I've summoned three princesses in one night and this is hardly the proper place to hold such a discussion. Not with royalty."

Glasya smirked and nodded. "Agreed. I understand why you chose this place of course, but it is no place to hold such serious talks. Let us retire to someplace a bit more comfortable and talk business yes?" She ran her thumb over one of her gem encrusted rings, causing a portal to open up. "Shall we?"

"You're not going to have us surrounded by soldiers of your dominion the moment we walk through that portal are you?" Izuku asked.

Glasya feigned hurt. Placing a hand on her armored breast she said, "Why Izuku, don't you trust me?"

"Nope, not even a little bit," Izuku replied honestly, completely straight faced.

Instead of being offended, Glasya just laughed. "I don't dislike your honesty Izuku so many in my court bow scrape, and plot against me. They are devils so it is expected of course but still, your candidness is oddly refreshing. If it will ease your mind, I give you my word you will not be attacked in any way overt or covertly by either myself or anyone who is loyal to me while you are within Malbolge. Will that suffice?"

He hesitated for just a moment before he nodded. "Yes," He looked to the other three. "Let's go, everyone."

"Can we really trust her though?" Hakuei asked.

"She gave her word. It's a verbal contract. Devils take their contracts seriously. So we'll be safe for the moment," Izuku assured the Kou Princess.

Hakuei looked to her Djinn. "Paimon?"

The blue-skinned Djinn nodded. "The rukh is flowing into the portal my king. Destiny leads that way."

Serendine shrugged, before she walked out of the circle to stand by his side. "If I'm your familiar it doesn't really matter does it? I go where you go master. Hehehe."

"Please don't call me that Serendine," Izuku said he felt uncomfortable.

She cocked her head at him, "Why not?"

Izuku scratched his cheek. "Well, cause you're a princess and I'm… not anyone of note. It feels wrong."

"She was a princess Izuku," Glasya rebutted, "Now she's the second lowest thing on the totem pole of the Nine Hells. Higher than only the Lemure, the freshly drained soul husks of mortals. The only thing making her of note is that she is the familiar of a very powerful sorcerer. Now come, we have business to conduct."

Izuku put an arm around Serendine comfortingly as he made his way through the fiery portal with Hakuei following closely behind. The portal snapped shut when Glasya brought up the rear, leaving only a thin strip of glass frome where it superheated the sand.

They came out into a room with flesh colored walls, floor and ceiling, a trio of chandeliers hung from the ceiling from which a pale magical light emitted and illuminated the room. Encircling a long square table were high back chairs that looked to be made of pure ivory. 'Wait didn't sensei tell me that the previous owner of Malbolge suddenly grew gigantic and exploded? Then that would mean these chairs are made out of her… teeth?'

He leaned in closer to inspect the chair. "Did something about the chair catch your eye Izuku?" Glaysa asked though she was smirking knowingly.

He stood up and promptly asked, even as he pulled out chairs for Hakuei and Serendine, "I heard from my sensei that items made from ivory in Malbolge were mined from the gigantic teeth of its former ruler. The Hag Countess. Is that true?"

Glasya nodded. "It is, your teacher is well informed. Might I know his name?"

"Sir Grimstrom Hell Knight of the Order of the Gate," Izuku said with pride.

Glasya raised a hand. "Wait let me see if I've got this straight. You're a Sorcerer who's been trained by Hell Knight?" Seeing the boy nod, she just laughed. "Oh Izuku, you just keep getting more and more valuable the more I learn about you."

He quickly noticed a floating quill had appeared next to Glasya and was taking notes? He did his best not to blanch when he noticed that the parchment looked very much like human skin.

"Pay no attention to the quill, it's just taking notes for me. Now, I know you want to send your master back to Faerun. I can easily do that, but… it hardly seems like a fair contract. What do you want out of this?"

Izuku pointed at himself. "Me?" He shook his head. "Nothing really that was about it. I just wanted to get sensei back home as a sort of thank you. He's already taught me everything he can anyway."

"Come now," Glasya needled. "There must be something I can do to sweeten the deal for you?"

Izku racked his brain before he looked at Hakuei. "Could you send Hakuei-oneechan home?"

Glasya shook her head. "No need. Djinn binding only lasts for twenty-four hours she'll be sent home after the seal you placed on her wears off."

"Seal?" Both Izuku and Hakuei asked.

Glasya pointed with her cat 'o' nine tails whip. "Look at the back of her right hand." They did so and found three swirls in a triangle formation on the back of her hand, the symbol of air. Glasya continued, "Once that fades away, she'll be sent back home."

"Oh wow. That's convenient," Izuku said "Why didn't we notice that before and how did it get there?"

"Did you ever touch her at any point?" Glasya asked.

"I grabbed his hand when I thought he'd broken it!" Hakuei said.

Glasya nodded. "There you go then. Usually a Djinn Binder would have to force the seal on a Djinn, but you didn't fight it at all, so it's no wonder neither of you noticed."

Izuku and Hakuei looked at each other. "It makes sense," Izuku said. Hakuei nodded. "It does."

"So that brings us back to our original discussion; how can I make this contract about you?" Glasya asked, leaning forward eagerly.

"Well maybe we can skip the whole lemure phase, it wouldn't be too bad to ask for that right?" Izuku muttered at hyperspeed to himself.

"As adorable as that is, I can't understand you when you talk like that Izuku, could you speak up?" Glasya asked.

Izuku cleared his throat. "How much is my soul worth to you Glasya-hime?"

The Archdevil blinked. Then she smirked. "Flattery will get you everywhere with me Izuku. As for what your soul is worth… Let me put it this way. I could write you a blank check with my name on it and you could put any number you wanted on it. You singlehanded killed two Barlgura. For a lone mortal to do that is nothing less than impressive. Especially since you had no training and only had a knife to kill them with."

"Umm… Well I guess if you insist Glasya-hime… Could we skip the whole Lemure thing? I'd like to think I'd be more useful if I kept my intelligence. Also, I really like Conjuration magic. So if you know any special kinds that I could learn, I'd appreciate it. Also, should Serendine-san die or be banished I'd like her to be returned to my side as soon as possible please. Lastly, I have an affinity with Ioun Stones, so if you can scrounge up any I'd appreciate it.""

Glasya's tail flicked back and forth as she pondered in thought for a moment. "Yes, that's perfectly doable. When you die, I'll turn you into an Erinyes how does that sound?"

Izuku glanced into his lap. "Aren't they all female?"

Glasya laughed. 'Mortals worry about the strangest things,' she thought. "They can be any gender they wish. You'll still have your necessary equipment, don't worry."

Izuku sighed in relief. "Okay then."

"Now as for a rare type of Conjuration magic…" Glasya tapped her chin with a long painted talon. "I could put you on the path to learning Sin Magic I suppose."

"Sin Magic?" Izuku echoed.

Glasya was quick to provide an explanation. "It's an ancient wizard discipline, you dedicate yourself to one of seven schools of magic each of which correlate to one of the seven sins. In your case you would embody the sin of Sloth as Conjuors can conjure anything. Additionally you'll be able to cast more spells of your selected type. However this severe dedication also barred them from learning other forms of magic in your case Evocation and Illusion."

Izuku paused as he thought for a bit. "That's fine,"

Glasya waited for a bit before inquiring, "Was there something else you wanted?"

Izuku was quick to reply. "Well, was there anything else you wanted besides my soul? I seem to be getting quite a lot now for just one thing."

"Oh, and what else could you offer me Izuku?" Glasya asked, amused.

"Well… how would you like to be friends?"

"Friends? Izuku I'm a Devil. An Archdevil! We don't exactly make friends. We have minions, consorts, and temporary allies."

The green-haired boy just smiled earnestly. "Then it sounds like you really need a friend. Also you'd be the only devil in all the Nine Hells who has a friend."

Glasya looked off to the side. His smiling face in this place, that was a prison for Baators worst prisoners as they awaited judgement, didn't sit right with her. Malbolge was not a place where people smiled. Not that she disliked his smiling face of course, nor his earnest offer. For he had completely unknowingly, offered her the greatest gift of all.

Her freedom. Her rise to Archdevil status was more a punishment by her father Asmodeus than a reward. She was unable to leave Malbolge by his decree and all her contracts must be made above board. Also, by his decree. Yet Izuku, through sheer dumb luck and raw power, had summoned her to… the Material Plane? His variation of the Material Plane? Whatever the case, she now had a means of escape from Malbolge. Hence, one of the reasons why she was willing to cushion his contract so much. The was the fact that he was a fucking Ioun Sorcerer who upon first awakening his powers killed two Barlgura, which could take out a score of normal men by themselves.

She turned back to face him, her normal smirk back in place. "That's fine, but just so you know, I've no idea how this friendship thing works."

"I'm no pro at it myself so don't worry. We'll just have to take it one day at a time I guess?" Izuku replied again wearing his heart on his sleeve.

The quill finally stopped scratching across the parchment made of human skin and Glasya looked it over before sliding it over to Izuku. "Everything seems to be in order but please, feel free to read it over yourself to make sure everything is as you want it."

Izuku did so. "Everything looks to be in order…" He glanced up, "You don't need to be contractually obligated to be my friend to know? Friendship doesn't work like that. It just… It's just something you choose to do."

"I see… well I'm choosing to put it in the contract. For my peace of mind if nothing else," She glanced away. "Just indulge me won't you Izuku? This is the way things are done safely and securely in Baator."

Izuku nodded. It was clear she was feeling insecure and wouldn't feel right about this unless it was something written down and sighed by both of them. Though he'd only known her all of an hour, he'd already gleaned that Glasya was someone who valued structure and rules to follow, though only likely so she could find some way to exploit those rules to her benefit. She came off as equal parts, lawyer, princess, and rebel to him. She was both vexing and intriguing at the same time. He couldn't wait to get to know her better.

He picked up the quill and signed his name on the bottom. The contract promptly rolled itself up and disappeared with an audible poof, leaving a faint trace of brimstone behind.

"There, all signed and sealed." Glasya said, "Shall I make a portal back to your plane so you can inform your teacher of the good news?"

"Yes, please, Glasya-hime." Izuku requested.

Glasya held up a slender finger, "But before that however, you should summon your Eidolon."

"My what?" Izuku asked.

"Your Eidolon, it's a servant any sorcerer should be able to call forth. There is also a specific set of Hell Knights called Devil Binders that summon and bind Devils as a part of their fight against Demons."

"Am I his Eidolon?" Serendine asked, pointing at herself.

Glasya's eyes rolled over Serendine for a moment, making the former princess of Parthevia feel small and insignificant before she deigned to answer. "No you're his imp familiar per his contract as a Diabolist."

"Umm, what's the difference?" Izuku asked, all the while raising his hand like he was a student in a classroom.

Glasya smiled indulgently. "The difference is, chain of command. A diabolist gets their power directly from their patron in other words me. You in turn grant a small portion of that power to your Eidolon, who serves you directly. While Serendine may serve you, she could also directly answer to me, should I so wish it." When she said this she grinned wickedly at the ex princess, who gulped.

"Glasya, stop scaring Seren," Izuku complained, "Besides, I don't think she's a normal imp anyway."

Glasya rolled her eyes playfully. "Very well, and that much is obvious. She's far too… human looking to be a normal imp. I thought her a Imp Consular at first but she's still far too intelligent by half to be one of them." Seeing the lost look in her new friends eyes she explained. "An Imp Consular is an imp with a special power one in ten thousand imps becomes consulars."

"Oh, but she's not really an imp," Izuku noted.

"We won't be telling anyone that though. If anyone around here asks, she is an Imp Consular," She gave Izuku a hard look, causing him to nod. She then gave Serendine an even harder look, "Understood?"

"Y-Yes!" Serendine squeaked out. 'And I thought I was scary!' she thought to herself.

Glasya nodded. They didn't need any one of her many enemies asking questions about Serendine. "Now Izuku, summon your Eidolon."

The green haired boy stood up. "Okay but I still don't know how to do that," He complained, "I know basic summoning magic but that's it."

It's not difficult, you just send your magic out like you were summoning something except instead of calling something specific in mind, let your magic flow where it will and once it locks onto something, pull."

Izuku thought back to sensei's lessons on summoning. He ended up taking him fishing.

~"It's no different than this in practice," Grimstrom explained as he cast his bobber into the water. "Think of summoning something like casting a line out, using your intent to guide it, and with a clear picture of what you want to call in your mind. Once you feel it latch on, you reel it in. That is how summoning works."~

'Right but this time, I shouldn't put any intent behind the lure and just let my mana latch onto whatever it feels would be the best fit for me I suppose.' Izuku thought as he sent a tendril of mana out into the aether.

The tendril he sent out searched for what he wanted. No need, he needed an Eidolon, a partner, a friend. Someone who could act as both protector, teacher, and guardian all in one. As he kept thinking his line of mana latched onto something as if driven by his thoughts. Due to months of practice, he didn't think, he just mentally, pulled, reeling in the ethereal fishing line.

There was a ripple in the air, and coming forth from it was the most beautiful woman he'd met yet this evening. She was tall, at least 5'10/178cm tall, with hair as pure as snow. Her eyes were a clear blue and she wore a revealing armor that consisted of a steel bra that covered her generous cleavage, a feathered tiara in her hair, and an armored combat skirt, leaving her toned pale stomach completely bare. Her legs were covered from the knee down in steel plate as were her shoulder and forearms in either hand, she held a gleaming rune etched saber. She looked like a Norse Valkyrie come to life.

She looked at Izuku and asked, "Did you use your Noble Art to call me here?"

Once again, unfamiliar terminology was being used on him, causing Izuku to ask. "My… what?"

"Oh my… Well it looks like you're just full of surprises Izuku. You seem to have a… predilection for summoning beautiful women from across the multiverse to your side," Glasya mused with a smile on her face. "One thing is for certain at the very least."

"What's that? Hakuei asked.

"We are more than certain of Izuku's sexuality at this point," Glasya replied.

"Glasya-hime!" Izuku blubbered as she chortled.

"Umm could someone please explain what's going on?" The beautiful woman asked.

"Of course," Glasya motioned to a chair. "Please, take a seat."

Twenty minutes later the woman who introduced herself as Edelweiss was nodding, "I see," She turned to Izuku, "You are a brave young man. It would be my honor to be your Eidolon." She said with a smile. She then continued. "Besides, I don't have the best reputation back home so it would be nice to just be able to walk down the street without people running away screaming at the sight of me."

"Why would people run away screaming? I could understand people taking pictures of you. You're very pretty… Umm! I mean I… I'm going to shut up now." Izuku said, focusing his gaze on his lap.

He felt a hand land on his head and gently trace their way through his naturally messy hair. He looked up to see Edelweiss smiling at him. "Izuku-san is a good, honest boy isn't he?"

Said boy in question looked down again, "I just try to do what I think is the right thing Miss Edelweiss, even if that means the law says I'm doing the wrong thing."

'Lawful Neutral, thy name is Izuku.' Glasya thought to herself before she clapped her hands together getting everyone's attention. "Now that we've got all this sorted, I do believe it's time I uphold my end of the bargain Izuku."

With a slash of her symbol of authority her cat 'o' nine tails through the air, a fiery portal opened and she waltzed through it, with the others following in her wake.

Izuku much to his surprise, found himself in his living room after he stepped through the portal. He found his mother sitting wide eyed on the couch holding a cup of tea, and his sensei stood there dagger out and ready to stab Glasya only to stop as she held out their signed contract in front of him. Sir Grimstrom turned to Izuku almost mechanically and asked, "Boy, what have you done?"

"What I had to do to send you back home sensei," Izuku replied with an earnest smile.

Grimstrom made a choking noise from behind his spiral shaped mask before he said, "Boy… Izuku, I would've been perfectly fine with not going home, especially not if it meant you were going to sign a Devil Contract."

"D-Devil Contract?" Inko stuttered out.

"He's damned his soul to hell, to her," Grimstrom said with a nod, sheathing his dagger as he knew damn well who she was and that he stood no chance against her. "In order to send me home."

"I-Izuku?!" Inko said, tears gathering in her eyes. "I can put up with a lot of things young man, Bakugo bullying you, your strange training that has random explosions going off in your room at all hours, but damning your soul to hell is where I draw the line young man! You're… You're grounded!"

"Yeah, um mom not that I don't respect your authority as my parent and all, but I don't think that really is going to do anything at this point," Izuku said, rubbing the back of his head. "This is one of those closing the barn door after the horse left situations."

Inko blinked, 'Did, did Izuku just mouth off to me? I-Is this the fabled rebellious phase that Mitsuki always warned me about?' Inko wondered. "I suppose you have a point…" Inko shook her head, "Wait! No you don't! This is Hell we're talking about Izuku, that's bad no matter how you look at it!"

Glasya cleared her throat. "Um, may I say something?"

"No you may not! I'm yelling at my son right now!" Inko snapped. Glasya, the Princess of the Nine Hells, and Queen of the Sixth Layer of Malbolge, promptly shut up. Inko then turned back to said son and continued, "Now, I know you like to help people but there are certain ways to go about it. You could've tried something, anything else before doing this!"

Izuku jabbed a thumb behind him at Hakuei. "I did, I tried summoning a wish-granting Djinn. I ended up summoning Hakuei-oneechan who is contracted to the Djinn I was trying to summon."

Hearing it a second time was no better and Hakuei felt another dagger of guilt pierce her heart. In her metal vessel, Paimon felt much the same.

Upon hearing that, Inko took several calming breaths. "I… see. Still, you could've asked Grimstrom-san for help!"

"Damn right you could've!" The veterna grumbled.

"But then it would've been a surprise… also, surprise, hehe," Izuku said weakly when both adults glared at him.

Sir Grimstrom continued. "In any case, I refuse to leave. While Izuku's training is almost complete, I have yet to finish making his Signifier Mask and don't even get me started on his armor."

One of Glasya's rings began glowing and she huffed in annoyance. "Well, this is annoying."

"What is it?" Izuku asked.

"I can't uphold my part of the bargain because he," she points at Sir Grimstrom, "Can't leave."

"Why not?" Izuku was confused. It should be perfectly possible for Glasya to send Sir Grimstrom home, he'd seen her make portals twice now.

"He's sick with an illness that is lethal to almost everyone who catches it," Glasya fixed Izuku with a look of suspicion. "Izuku… did you know about this before you made a pact with me?"

Izuku's eyes widened like a deer in headlights "He's sick? What is it?! How bad is it? Is it contagious? Do I have it?" He grabbed the copper skinned deviless by the arms and shook her slightly while asking... "Does my mom have it?!"

"Izuku, calm down!" Glasya snapped, she would've backhanded anyone for daring to put their hands on her in such a manner without her consent, but Izuku was her first and only 'friend' and just found out some distressing news. Also despite his panic his touch was unusually gentle. Far gentler than her former consorts Mammon had ever been. She was almost disappointed when he pulled his arms away. There was a voice in the back of her mind saying this could all be an act, but she dismissed it immediately, 'Izuku has so far shown an inability to lie around women. There were three of us in the room at one point, plus the imp I suppose, so there's no way he was able to deceive me.'

Glasya was drawn out of her thoughts by his mother's voice. "Would anyone like some tea?" Inko asked. "I… am still not happy about this but I think I overreacted a little bit and I still don't know all of your names."

While Inko made herself busy in the kitchen, Sir Grimstrom gently sat down on the vacated couch. "I don't like this, I don't like this at all. Not the deal, not this mysterious sickness, none of it."

"What is this sickness Glasya-hime?" Izuku asked.

She glanced at the Hell Knight's way and smirked victoriously when she saw him physically quiver in anger as Izuku called her princess in his native tongue. "I'll explain everything when your mother comes back, Izuku. In the meantime, we need to rewrite our contract since I can't fulfill my end of the bargain."

Izuku tapped his chin. "Well how about Glasya agrees to to provide any requested materials be they physical or educational in nature, in addition to granting one favor a week as long as it is within reason and in her power to grant?"

Glasya's mouth dropped a bit. 'How did he catch on how the contracts work so quickly? Also, provide materials? What're you planning Izuku?' She wondered. "That's perfectly acceptable." The contract automatically reworded itself, and burned like hellfire before disappearing. Glasya then asked, "What do you need?"

Izuku began ticking off on his fingers. "Any and all non-cursed tomes, scrolls, or papyri you have on the School of Conjuration, a five pounds of adamantium, and just more information on Sin Magic in general would be nice."

To her credit, the only reaction this got out of Glasya was a single arched eyebrow. "Are you sure you didn't already know of this illness? Perhaps this is what you really wanted from the start?"

Izuku shook his head. "No, I would've just asked for all this from the beginning."

"Then why didn't you?" Hell's princess inquired. Izuku mumbled something. "Come again?"

"I-I was too distracted by h-how pretty you, Hakuei-oneechan, and Serendine were at the time." Izuku said in a voice just barely loud enough to hear.

Hakuei smiled but felt her cheeks brightening all the same. "Izuku is too kind!"

Serendine pouted crossing her arms and looked off to the side, "I don't think I look cute in this form at all! It makes me short and fat!"

Izuku patted her on the head, careful not to nick himself in the points of her horns. "There, there, Seren-chan, you're still cute."

"You really think so? Also, what's 'chan' mean?" She asked as she wiped away the relieved tears that were gathering in her eyes.

"Yes I do, and chan is an honorific and is used for girls, something you call a young girl, or something you find cute," Izuku explained.

She looked up at him grinning like the imp she was, "Just how old do you think I am Izuku?"

"Umm, ten, twelve maybe?" Izuku guessed going by physical looks alone.

This answer got his foot stepped on by a hoof. As he was hopping around on one foot, Serendine replied heatedly. "I was eighteen when I died. Then I spent… I don't know how many years I was fused with Sinbad, but I should be in my late twenties I think."

"Imps can turn into animals, but not other humanoid forms," Glasya commented offhandedly.

"Wh~hy?!" Serendine cried in sadness thinking she will be stuck in this form forever.

"I would like to also request spellbooks on transmutation for Serendine's sake. Umm Edelweiss since you're going to be here awhile do you want or need anything?" Izuku asked.

"Books on both various fighting and cooking techniques. I intend to make Izuku the best swordsman this world has ever seen, and I'd like to learn more while I'm at it," the White Valkyrie requested.

Glasya nodded. "Not a problem… but why cookbooks?"

"I like to bake. Especially sweets. In fact, the whole reason I took up the sword was because I enjoyed eating sweets so much, my parents were afraid I would get fat if I didn't take up some form of physical activity…" She bashfully admitted.

Everyone just stared at her, making her look away.

Finally, Glasya said what everyone was thinking, "You… you're kidding right?"

Edelweiss shook her head, causing her white avalanche of hair to whip around, "No, I just happened to be very good at swordsmanship."

Izuku beamed at her. "Wow, that amazing Edelweiss-chan! You must be a natural with swords!"

The White Valkyrie beamed under her new master's praise. "Thank you Izuku. I don't know why, but I've a feeling you're also skilled like me. I look forward to seeing if my warrior's intuition is correct."

"My, my you seem to be quite the ladykiller son," Inko commented as she made her way back from the kitchen, a heavily laden tea tray in hand.

"They'll be the death of him, mark my words," Grimstrom commented, wordlessly assisting Inko in serving tea, albeit begrudgingly.

Once everyone had a cup, Glasya summoned a throne made out of the bones of personally slain demons and promptly sat down in it.

"Oh I hope that won't leave scorch marks in the carpet," Inko muttered, amazing Glasya at that her capret being damaged was the only thing about her bone throne that scared the women.

"It won't," Glasya promised. "Now, as to what is going on," Glasya tapped her cat 'o' nine tails against the side of her throne as she collected her thoughts. Finally she spoke, "You," she motioned silently towards Grimstrom, "Have become infested with a deadly dangerous virus," Glasya looked at the ring on her right finger it was silver and dominated by a large gem that was currently glowing a sickly green color. She tapped the gem once. "According to my ring of contagion and poison identification, you have contracted the Plaguebringer virus."

"Bullshit!" Grimstrom spat. "I'm not undead!"

Glasya narrowed her eyes. "Stubborn Hell Knight, my ring was a gift from my father so I wouldn't die in some disgraceful way. It is never wrong. If it says you have Plaguebringer then you have Plaguebringer!"

"What's Plaugebringer?" Izuku asked.

"A magical sentient virus that once it infects someone makes them undead, walking emitters of negative energy, and able to pass it onto others via a high level contagion spell. None of which I've been able to do." Sir Grimstrom explained before shooting a furtive glance at Glasya.

"Yes fool it should be doing all of those things, but Plaguebringer is sentient, it has evolved, its gone from turning people undead to… mutating them in other ways."

"Quirks!" Izuku shouted, suddenly catching on. "You're talking about quirks… eighty percent of the world's population has quirks…" He said mostly to himself. He looked to Glasya, "What does this mean?"

"That this world isn't safe for others to enter without the proper protections. Also before I forget, you might want to put these on before you drink that tea. Just in case Plaguebringer is waterborne," Glasya said as she tossed a couple of plain silver rings to the other women present.

"What if it's airborne?" Edelweiss asked worriedly.

"Then it's already too late for you, isn't it?" Glasya replied dispassionately.

Slipping the ring onto her index finger, Hakuei said, "Can you use the ring to check if we're already infected Glasya?"

"I suppose since you've at least useful to Izuku, I can do this," The deviless replied, making it sound like she was doing them a huge favor by putting her hand near them to see if her ring reacted at all.

She did so and her rings' gem now onyx black didn't change color at all. "You're clean," She waved it over the tea again with no reaction. She moved her hand near Inko, it turned bright green. "Well it seems to be only passed on through bodily… fluids."

"Mom… have you and sensei been… oh god I can't even ask the question! I need bleach! I need bleach for my brain!" Izuku cried as he clutched his head in pain.

Inko flushed. "N-Now Izuku! I've been a single parent ever since you were four! It was nice having a man around the house again… one thing led to another and then…"

Izuku stuck his fingers in his ears. "Lalala! I'm not hearing this!"

Glasya rolled her eyes, "Izuku, calm down, its just sex."

"I know, that's the problem! What kid ever wants to hear about her parent's love life?"

Glasya shrugged. "Orgies are quite common in Baator, and I was another archdevils consort at one point. So you'll forgive me if I don't see the point."

Serendine gave a cough that sounded like. "Sloppy seconds," She narrowly dodged the lightning bolt that came seconds later.

Glasya narrowed her eyes at the impudent imp. "I'll have you know I'm still a virgin… in the way that actually matters anyway."

"What does that even mean?" Izuku dared ponder aloud.

"It means she's done everything except vaginal sex, so she's only techincally a virgin," Serendine was quick to reply and dodged another lighting bolt in the process.

"O-Oh… sorry!" Izuku said, his face so red it made his whole head look like a beet thanks to his strange hair color.

"Keep it up and Izuku will need to summon a new imp!" Glasya threatened.

"I'll take my chances, princess," Serendine refused to let this copper skinned whore in all but name boss her around any longer. She was a princess too damnit!

Edelweiss stepped between the two bickering deviless', "Enough." She stared down the princess of hell and repeated herself. "Enough, you are upsetting the young master."

Glasya glanced around the white valkyrie to see Izuku glancing nervously between the two of them. "P-Please don't fight g-girls."

Glasya shot Serendine a glare that said, 'I'll let you off hook for now, imp.'

Serendine shot back an equally fierce glare with its own message. 'Anytime anywhere whore of hell.'

Glasya then stood, her throne of bones disappearing in a flash of hellfire. "I do believe our business here is concluded," She turned to Izuku and said, "I'll have the requested items sent to you within the next eight hours."

"Oh! Okay, you're leaving already then?" He asked, taking to his feet as well.

Glasya turned, moving her coppery mane aside, cocking her head in askance. 'Is this part of that friendship thing?' She wondered. "Yes, it's late, I've given you much to think about and as your human, you require sleep."

"I'd see you to the door, but you have this habit of not using one," He joked. "Will I see you again soon?"

"Missing me already?" Glasya asked, smirking at him. "I haven't even left yet."

Izuku rolled his eyes and spoke without thinking. "Yeah, I'm sure you'll haunt my dreams tonight."

"Good, good," Glasya purred.

Izuku shook his head. "No, we both know you're far from good."

"But you wouldn't have it any other way right?" Glasya asked him as a flaming vortex opened in front of her.

"No, for some reason, I really wouldn't," The Hell Knight replied honestly causing the Archdevil to laugh her haughty laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow Izuku."

She walked through the portal leaving the faint scent of sulfur in her wake.

"So that's Izuku's true personality. He's a flirt," Serendine muttered to herself, with her head looking off to the side, arms crossed over her chest.

That snapped Izuku back to reality. "Eh?!" He turned to his imp. "I am not a flirt Seren-chan!"

"Then what were you just doing with the copper-skinned whore just now?" the pink-haired girl retorted, looking at Izuku with a single bayful eye.

"Now, now," Hakuei said, ever playing the peacemaker, "Izuku was simply giving as good as he got trading verbal barbs with Glasya."

"But it was Glasya who won the verbal sparring match," Edelweiss noted. "We'll need to work on that, but for now, where can we sleep?"

"How about the guest room since it doesn't seem like sensei has been using it," Izuku offered while glaring at the masked man, "You can also sleep in my room, I'll take the sofa."

Serendine shook her head. "No, you aren't giving up your room for one of us. Unintentional or not, we're guests here. Besides, I'm small in this form, so I could sleep on a pillow and be fine."

Izuku rubbed the back of his head. "Well yeah but that's not the point. As the hosts, it's our job to accommodate you. Mom's been really accommodating huh sensei?"

"You're not going to let this go anytime soon are you?" Grimstrom asked.

Izuku shook his head. "Fuck no I'm not." Izuku replied with a straight face.

Inko stood and smiled. "I think it would be best if Grim slept on the sofa tonight, you two girls took the guest room for the night," She nodded to Edelweiss and Hakuei, "And Serendine-chan can stay with me."

"Are you sure?" Izuku asked. "Cause I really don't mind…"

Inko, smile never leaving her face, promptly cut him off. "And you should go to your room before you get grounded until you die of nothing short of old age."

"Right, well, I'll see you tomorrow everyone. Goodnight," Izuku said before he promptly made his way to his room knowing when to fold him and when his mother was not gonna budge on an issue.

"We shall retire as well. Come Hakuei, Serendine," Edelweiss said before she picked up the imp in one hand and led the Kou princess away with the other.

Once the room was clear sans the two of them, Inko let herself break down. Tears rolled out of her eyes like twin rivers, and she began to hiccup as she warbled. "W-What w-was he t-thinking?! That s-sweet stupid boy! H-He sold his soul to a Devil! A-An actual devil!"

Grimstrom took off his mask, the symbol of his order, his oath, his brotherhood. For so many years, it was what defined him. That and his faith in Ilmater. Lately however, he found himself taking the mask off whenever he wasn't training Izuku and it was due to the woman who was crying at the moment. She, and she alone managed to weedle her way past his mask of iron his face was supposed to be and reach the man underneath. A kind word here, an offer to listen or talk over tea there, and before he knew it, she was just as if not more important to him than his oaths to the Order of the Gate. Which is why he got up now and gently embraced her as she cried on his shoulder.

"He was trying as ever, to do the right thing. If anything defines your son, it's that he will do what is right, what is just, laws be damned," Grimstrom said with a bit of a chuckle in his gravelly voice. "It's what'll make him such a damn fine Hell Knight… But it's also his greatest weakness. for if his will to do what is right is not tempered by reason, knowledge, wisdom, and experience… well, this happens. I believe you have a saying called the end justifies the means yes? For Izuku it is a pitfall he must remain vigilant for. Hence why one of our tenants is what it is."

"Grim, just… just shut up and hold me for a bit, will you." Inko said with her head resting on his shoulder.

"Yes of course… Do I really need to sleep on the sofa."

The matron of the Midoriya family sighed. "Shut up Grim."

"Yes Inko."

Number of Words: 17,298 Number of Pages: 41 Date Completed: 5/25/2020

AN: Holy shit this ch. Is Done folks I am so proud to say that Bubba and me worked our asses off for this story. We wanted a dnd story so we made one. Now for those that like followers of the path beware we have another story coming out soon that is quite humorous XD.

Indeed humorous and sad… but that's a bard's tale for another day. As for this story. Well, the first chapter is finished and I'm excited to see what all of you think about it. I do hope everyone is staying safe during these troubling times and till next time, this has been a Bubbajack and IcySnowSage Production Peace!

P.S. My good friend Heliosion should be releasing a new story soon called Jewelsmith of the Rainbow. Keep an eye out for it and review if you see it, telling him Bubba said, "Hi you Scottish Bastard!" in the review when you do.