The Garden of Paradise

by SukunasToy666

Summary:

Born anew on Earth, the first man, Adam, arrives in a flash of divine light, unknowingly ushering in the age of quirks.

Growing up, he witnesses the stark prejudice against the quirkless, a injustice that ignites a divine fury within him.

Driven by a newfound empathy, he establishes a sanctuary, a haven where the quirkless can livefree from discrimination.

Read the story to follow how Adam deals when the HPSC and Hazbin crew try to dismantle what they believe is a nest of evil.

Notes:

I got this idea, when thinking about a new story centering around Adam and how there isn't much stories pointing out the flaws in Charlie and her goals.

Then I thought about the baby that glowed in the beginning of BNHA, and I realized, the anime never stated gender.

Sure, AFO had took the quirk, but Adam is still an angel, so his angelic powers would be seen as his "quirk" in this fanfic.

Chapter 1: A Plan

The sterile blue glow of the television illuminated Adam's face, reflecting in his ancient, knowing eyes. He sat forward on the plush sofa, a half-empty mug of something steaming forgotten on the coffee table.

 

On the screen, a chipper news anchor beamed, her voice a saccharine drone.

 

"And in today's top story, the valiant pro hero, Dynamo, apprehended a suspect attempting to steal vital medications from Musutafu General Hospital." She said faking a scared tone, which granted on Adam's ears. "Dynamo's quick thinking and decisive action prevented a potentially catastrophic loss for the facility and it's patients." She said with a grin.

 

Now, Adam should have been impressed by that, he's one to get interested in strong people...but when the news showed a grainy, shaky video clip of the "villain" he grew pissed.

 

The video showed a man, gaunt and desperate, being tackled to the ground by a blur of red and white. The man struggled, his pleas muffled by the cheers of on-lookers, all cheering for the hero, who was beating the living hell out of the man.

 

But Adam could still hear the man's broken cries. "My son! Please he's sick! The hospital! They won't treat him!" He pleaded, which was ignored by the hero, who continued to beat the living hell out of him, despite the man not fighting back.

 

The video showed the man's face, all bloodied and bruises, and Adam was sure he'd have broken bones, by how hard the "hero" was beating him.

 

"All of that, for stealing fucken medicine for his sick son?" He spat in disgust, angered by how this hero treated the man, and for the on-lookers for cheering and encouring it.

 

The anchor continues, ignoring the man's cries as well. "A true testament to the dedication of our heroes, ensuring the safety and well-being of our communities." She praised the hero with a grin.

 

Adam was beyond pissed off when he found that part out.

 

"Seriously, they give praise to this fuckers for beating the living out of innocent people!" He spat in disgust, as he turned off his tv. "I'm starting to think when little princess brought up her...passion project, she was probably talking about those people." He grumbled to himself, referring to the father, who had stole to save his son.

 

Over the years of being alive down on Earth, Adam was forced to see the reality of what Charlie was trying to tell him.

 

He had watched as, while he was a kid growing up, he and other quirked people were hunted, due to humans not understanding.

 

His parents had easily given his "quirk" to some man that offered to take it, but then everything snow-balled from there, as his angelic powers revealed themselves, and his parents were terrified.

 

He shudders as he remembers the camps that quirked people were forced into, the testing, the massacres. He could never forget the screams of the fallen ones.

 

It hurt Adam to see and hear all of that, given that those were his kids. Despite what some might think, he did care for his spawn...until you make it to Hell that is.

 

He was lucky his angelic side was keeping him alive.

 

Then once it all settled, quirks became the norm, and then it only got fucken worse! People started to use their gifts for evil, murdering, stealing, raping, hell even trafficking people!

 

Adam had been the first person to use his "quirks" to stop them, just pretending they were sinners on an every-year extermination. It was fun for him, reminded him of the good old days.

 

Until more people followed in his footsteps, using their gifts to stop the villains. This resulted in a organization being created. 

 

The Hero Public Safety Commission, or HPSC for short.

 

At first, they were doing fine. They set rules, codes, made sure the public was safe. But then it started to become corrupt, taking advangte of strong quirked people, grooming them into assassins or spies. They changed rules, making it impossible for most to become heroes.

 

Then Adam watched as quirkless became abnormal, became something to mock, to abuse, to even kill. He had seen the ways that quirkless people were pushed to the margins.

 

"This is fucked up." He growled, his voice was a low rumble. A col, familiar rage, one that had simmered for eons, began to burn. 

 

It wasn't the wrath of an old tyrant, but a searing indignation for the downtrodden.

 

He watched the smug smile of the hero on screen as he continues to beat the hell out of the man, even as the man was already unconscious at this potin. The self-congratulatory of the news, and the cheers of the on-lookers.

 

He stood, walking to the window and looked out at the glittering sprawl of the city. A city that celebrated power and shunned weakness.

 

"No more." He declares as he turns from the window, his irises glowed their normal golden hue. "There needs to be a place where the quirkless can live peacefully. Where they are treated like people, and where they can fucken live."

 

A plan began to form in his mind.

 

"I can build a sanctuary! A haven for the quirkless." He declares with a grin. "And no one, not heroes, not that stupid HPSC, will stand in my way!" He walked over to his dinner table and picked up his phone and quickly dialed someone.

 

"What the fuck do you want, first man?" He hears his son growl in annoyance.

 

"Caine! My favorite child!" Adam exclaims with a grin.

 

"I thought Abel was your favorite?" Caine asked in a mocking tone, trying to get a rise out of his father.

 

"Unimportant! Question!" Adam says, ignoring the question.

 

"My answer is no." Caine replied in a teasing tone.

 

"Bitch! I haven't even asked anything yet!" Adam whined, causing his son to groan, which meant for him to continue. "I want to build some sort of sanctuary for the quirkless people of Earth, so...can I use your land?" He finally asked.

 

"Eh!?" Caine exclaims, sounding surprised by his father's request. "My land!? Dad, you mean the island where you and mom first landed after being kicked out of Eden?" 

 

"Yep, that's the one!" Adam answered in a cheerful tone, despite the memory of being kicked out of the Garden of Eden. "So...can I use it?"

 

"Dad...that's..." Caine sighs, giving up. "Sure, you can use it." He said, not really caring, seeing as the island held bad memories for him. Seeiing as it's the place he killed his brother and was cursed to live forever and forever kill.

 

"Thanks! I owe you one!" Adam sighed in relief before hanging up on his son. "Now...I got shit to set up!" He exclaims as he rushes to his room to pack his things, so he can easily move back to that island and set up his sanctuary.

Chapter 2: Sanctuary Built

Summary:

I had decided to use the idea of Adam creating an app, from Orphan_account, from their story D.E.K.U, in defense of the Quirkless.

The air shimmed and rent itself apart above the vast, cerulean expanse of the Pacific. A single figure descended from the sky, not falling, but gliding with an effortless grace that defied gravity. 

 

It was Adam, his form wreathed in a soft, ethereal glow, his eyes scanning the horizon.

 

Far below, a verdant speck emerged from the endless blue. An island, lush and untouched by man, it's shores kissed by gentle waves.

 

A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. 

 

This place...he remembered it. Not with the sharp, painful clarity of memory, but with the deep, resonant recognition of a soul returning home.

 

This was the first refuge, the initials, reluctant sanctuary that him and his second wife had caved out of the world that had suddenly became so hostile. The echoes of their early days, of learning to live beyond Eden's walls, still whispered on the wind here.

 

He landed softly on the sandy beach, the grains yielding beneath his feet. The island breathed around him, the rustle of unseen leaves, the distant cry of a seabird, the rhythmic sigh of the ocean.

 

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the ancient peace of the place wash over him, a stark contrast to the cacophony of the human world he'd just left. Then, he opened his eyes, and the angelic power within him stirred, a magnificent, vibrant hum that vibrated through the very ground.

 

He raised his hands, palms outward, and a golden light erupted from his hands, piercing the sky. With a mighty, silent exertion of will, the Earth itself began to respond.

 

From the ocean floor, colossal slabs of golden essence, rose agonizing slow. Foot by foot, then yard by yard, an impossibly tall and thick barrier began to encircle the island, emerging from the depths and reaching for the clouds.

 

As the final sections clicked into place, sealing the island off from the world, the golden light around Adam receded.

 

He stood there, on the newly fortified beach, a lone figure on his ancient isolated home. The waves still lapped at the shore, and the wind still whispered through the trees, but now, the island was truly separate, a world within a world, waiting to welcome those who had no other place to go.

 

His sanctuary was almost complete. He knew he needed to get the world out there, about his sanctuary, but the only problem is...how?

 

He doesn't think anyone would take him serious if he had made flyers and passed them around, or if he just left them posted on poles. He also knew he didn't want the quirkist people realizing it was him and try to stop him.

 

Sure, he is confident in himself that he can easily overpower them, but he didn't need any attention to himself by the HPSC, knowing they would likely try to kidnap him and groom him into their perfect solider.

 

It's a reason he never unflured his wings, seeing as how they had practically bought Hawks and groomed him into a perfect little solider.

 

He then thought about posting an ad online, but he wanted the quirkless people be able to ask questions and be safe.

 

So, he thought of a third option.

 

Make an app.

 

He wasn't dumb, despite what his...people who had known him told you, he wasn't dumb.

 

He snapped his fingers, summoning a computer and quickly getting to work on making an app.

 

He created the data, he made the forums, he made it act like any chat app he's seen, like Discord. But when deciding the banner for the app, he knew that if he gave away what the app was for, no app store would willing accept it.

 

So, he thought of a great idea, that he used to see teens do before the age of quirks.

 

He named the app "Garden of Paradise" and the logo was a bright red cross, the same shade of the shoes quirkless people were forced to where, while the background was gold. The design was simple, making it look like a normal Christian app.

 

Then for his description, he knew he needed a way for the quirkless people to realize what the ap was for.

 

"Feelin unheard? Seeking a place where you truly belong? Garden of Paradise is your discreet portal to a supportive network. Discover understanding, share experiences, and connect with individuals who share your unique journey. Our secure and private platform is designed to foster genuine connections and provide a safe place for open conversation. Find resources, build friendships, and navigate your path with the collective strength of a welcoming community. Your voice matters. Find your community with my Garden of Paradise."

 

He then added a paragraph from the bible. "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest- Matthew 11:28"

 

He then added coding that could verify people's quirk statues, making sure that all chat rooms were secured, guarded, so no one could just join in. He made the coding to allow people to make chat rooms with passwords, so they could add their friends and chat peacefully. 

 

He also made a bot that would instantly ban someone if they were to use any sort of hate speech, dox, or even trying to be a creep and prey on the minors. 

 

He then quite quickly, uploaded it on the app store, feeling confident that it wouldn't be found out for it's true meaning.

 

He left the app alone, so he could focus on fixing up the island. 

 

From rebuilding his huts, to fixing up the farm that all but died due to neglect. The island was overgrown with plant life, after eons of neglect. 

 

But he's back and plans on making the island livable.

 

----------------Time skip---------------

 

It's been a few days since Adam made his app, and he stared at it in surprise.

 

There were half a million downloads, there were millions of people had already formed chat rooms.

 

Most were talking about Christianly, their church, their priests, actives that their church was hosting. Some even bonded over church related trauma.

 

Then there were chat rooms full of quirkless people chatting to other quirkless people.

 

One asked about making a shoe for quirkless people that wasn't the normal bright red ones, so they weren't targeted. One asked for shelters for homeless quirkless people.

 

he noticed that this chat room had a high percent of quirkless, so he immediately clicked on it, deciding message.

 

"Welcome to the Garden of Paradise." He typed out with a grin. "You must be wondering why I had created this app." He knew the quirkless people were probably questioning why he had made the app, and why they were able to download it. "You see, I had recently created a sanctuary for quirkless people, and I wanted to get the message out there, without quirkiest people getting in the way." He explains.

 

A bubble pops up, indicating that people were typing.

 

"Holy shit! Seriously!?" One person asked. 

 

"A sanctuary, that's hard to believe." Another chimes in.

 

Adam sighed, he knew they wouldn't immediately believe it. 

 

"I know it's hard to believe, but I've seen how quirkless people are treated and hate it. So, I had created a place where you all can live peacefully." He typed, hoping they would believe his words. "A place that is far away from others, a place where they can't touch you ever again."

 

"Can I...my son...he's quirkless...and sick." Someone nervously messaged, and Adam quickly realized it was the father that had been arrested for sealing medicine from a hospital. "You all might have heard of me from the news."

 

"Holy fuck! Your that dad that got his ass kicked by that hero!" Someone in the chat messaged. "How are you? I mean...how did you get out?" They asked.

 

"My lawyer reasoned with the judge that due to how servilely that...hero had beat me up, breaking almost all my bones, causing the blood-vessels in my left eye to burst, a server concussion, and a punctured lung. It was deemed as...unseasry damage and I only got...community service, once I heal of course."

 

Adam's felt his blood boil at this. "You lost vision in your left eye." He typed, his jaw tense. "This is the REASON I had created this sanctuary."He explained.

 

This resulted in users expressing their gratitude towards him, which stoked his old ego that he thought he had lost years ago.

 

"Anyway, I can give you all the coordination's to the sanctuary, but you have to promise me, that you won't tell anyone with a quirk, or that you don't trust." He messaged, making sure they knew how serious he was. "This sanctuary is guarded by a barrier of angelic power, one that hides it from maps and blocks out anyone I don't give permission to."

 

All the users collectively agreed, eager to move and take back their lives.

 

---------------Time skip--------------

 

Everything had been going great for the sanctuary. Those from the chat had moved onto the island and were amazed by Adam.

 

I mean, anyone would be amazed by someone who was around TEN FUCKEN FEET TALL and had golden wings that shined like the sun. It didn't take long for the humans to believe Adam was a god, and started treating him as such.

 

Of course, it had gone to Adam's head. Old habits die hard. But when people treat you like a god, shower you with gifts and praise, that could go to anyone's head.

 

Of course, it also didn't take long for the quirked people to find out about the chat room and try to get into it, curious as to what they talked about, but due to the coding. This of course, annoyed them, and they took to, threatening people.

 

Of course, no one listened to them, as the moment they started threatening people, the bot kicked them out of the app and banned them.

 

He then knew his sanctuary needed guards to protect the walls, much like how the angels tried to guard Eden.

 

But this time, there wasn't only two humans, there wasn't a Lilith to complain, there wasn't a Lucifer to tempt her and steal her away. There wasn't a forbidden tree, there wasn't an Eve to be tempted by a snake.

 

There were only quirkless humans that were desperate for a home, for a place to call their own, without the threat of quirkiest people shaming or tormenting them.

 

So, Adam took a page out of his father's book.

 

He sat in his office, papers on the floor, as he written on them, trying to perfect his newest creation.

 

"How the fuck did Dad do this?" He grumbled to himself as he held one of the papers in his hands. "Come on. Come on bitch." He whispered to himself as he tightly closed his eyes, focusing his angelic powers into his hands. The palms of his hands glowed brightly as it engulfed the paper.

 

Adam's eyes snapped open, staring at the glowing paper in awe. The glowing paper then shredded and the light floated around the room, breaking apart and then merging back together.

 

He stared at it in awe, wondering if this is what happened when his father created things.

 

The golden string slowly merged together, forming the body of a female.

 

Then it died down, revealing a tall, slim female. She had long dark red hair, that flowed, as if ind was blowing it. Her eyes opened, revealing crystal blue eyes that reminded Adam of the sky of Heaven.

 

"Um..." She trails off, her voice smooth like silk. "Where am I?" She asked as she glanced around the room in utter confusion.

 

Adam snaps out of his daze, clearing his throat, catching her attention. "Hello there." He said with a nervous smile. "My name is Adam, I'm the..." He trails off, realizing he almost called himself the first man, when in truth...he wasn't that anymore. "I am your creator." 

 

The lady's eyes widened as she stared at him in utter disbelief. "My...creator." She mumbled nervously. "O-Oh, my...I'm sorry for...not showing my gratitude for creating me." She bowed her head, showing her respect to him.

 

Adam waved his hand, dismissingly. "It's fine, toots." She raised a brow in confusion at that word. "Anyway, I got a job for you." He tells her as he snaps his finger, creating clothes for her. "I need you and your siblings to guard this island with your life, got it." He told her as he handed her the clothes.

 

The lady took the clothes into her hands, surprised by how soft they were. "O-Of course, father!" She exclaims as she quickly puts the long white dress on. "But um...where are my siblings?" She asked as she looked around.

 

"I haven't created them yet." Adam answered as he gestured down to the papers. "Anyway, we need to figure out a name for you." He mumbled to himself as he placed a hand on his  chin, deep in thought.

 

He glanced at her dark red hair, to her crystal blue eyes, it reminded him of one of his girls that was killed during an extermination.

 

No, not the one from the show.

 

"Your name is...Scarlet." He announces, naming her after that exorcist. 

 

Her name was originally Daisy, but Adam had changed it to Scarlet from the amount of sinners she had killed and the amount of times she was coated in their scarlet blood.

 

The newly named lady, grinned widely. "Thank you, father!" She exclaims in awe as her eyes shined brightly with gratitude. "Shall I go to my post? She asked.

 

"Yes, please." Adam shooed her out of his office, so he could focus on creating more guards.

Chapter 3: Heaven's Helping Hand

Adam stared at the private message that one of his...followers had sent him.

 

It's been a few years since he had created his sanctuary for the Quirkless people, and over the course of years, Adam's following has grown quite a lot.

 

Sure, he's still a Christian man, and has tried to stop his people from worshipping him, and while he doesn't push Christianly on them, he doesn't want them to view him as God.

 

But damn, they were persistent! They made him this huge statute in his honorer, they prey to him, they offer him gifts. 

 

And of course, this all went to Adam's head, and he gave up on correcting them, and just allowed them to worship him as a god.

 

He then created more guards, most with quirks to be able to protect the people of Paradise.

 

The app still works, getting more and more popular over the years.

 

Which leads him to now.

 

A mother had messaged Adam for his help.

 

Her son, a quirkless boy, had been getting bullied by his classmates and the teachers were encourding it. She had tried to have a peaceful meeting with the principal, but it the end, it went nowhere, as the principal had threatened to kick her son out of the school.

 

Which worried her, as there were no other schools that accepted quirkless kids, which meant the school was making her feel grateful that they allowed her son into their "precious" school.

 

She had expressed that her poor son had come home from school today, covered in bruises, and she was confident his right arm was broken and had second degree burns all over the skin of the arm.

 

She had sent a photo of the arm, and Adam nearly threw up, as that was NOT second degree burns.

 

It was third degree burns all up the poor boy's right arm. It looked someone grabbed his arm and stuck it in fire.

 

The burned area is waxy white, black, brown, and a mix of bright red. The skin looks dry and leathery. It also appears to be swelling significantly.

 

Th mother expresses her anger, as she tells Adam about how she had taken her son to the hospital, the same one that Kevin, the father that got arrested, stole from, had denied her son any treatment.

 

The hospital had refused to treat him, and when she annoyed them enough, they finally treated him...poorly if Adam said so.

 

The arm looked like fried skin was peeled off, he could see the kid's muscle on his arm, and a little bit of nerves. It also looked infected.

 

The mother explained that the nurses had took off the fried skin, cleaned his wounds with a wet rag very harshly, then they didn't even bother to apply any antibiotics before wrapping his arm tightly with bandages, then sent them on their merry way.

 

She then had gotten the antibiotics from her best friend.

 

She tried to sue the school and the hospital for discrimmation, but it didn't go very...okay, it didn't make it out the door!

 

The school claimed her son had been bullying students with strong quirks, and the kid that had hurt him had done so to protect himself, and for whatever reason, the police believed them and didn't take the case seriously!

 

Then for the hospital, given that they had been the "victim" of a "villain" attack, gained sympathy from ciztins when they claimed they didn't have the resources to properly care for her son's arm.

 

So, she had turned to Adam for help. She had heard of the sanctuary in passing from a ew quirkless people, and finally decided that where they lived now, wasn't safe for her son.

 

Adam closed his eyes for a long moment, the image of a small, injured child searing itself into his mind. It reminded him of times his own children had been hurt and it sympathized with this mother.

 

Opening his eyes, a firm resolve settled in his gaze. He would answer this mother, he would offer her and her son the sanctuary they so desperately needed.

 

The island awaited, and it was ready to heal.

 

He began to type, his fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard, crafting a message of hope and a promise of safe harbor. He gives the coordinates to the island, expressing his hope that she and her son make it to the island safety.

 

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The hallowed halls of the castle in Heaven, usually echoing with serene hymns and the gentle murmur of celestial beings, were suddenly alive with a joyous cacophony. A ripple, almost like a divine shockwave, passed through the upper echelons.

 

Sera, the serene Seraphim, paused mid-speech, her many eyes blinking in bewildered wonder.

 

Beside her, the eternally optimistic Emily gasped, a hand flying to her mouth. "Do you feel that?" She whispered, her voice trembling with an uncontainable excitement. 

 

The ex-sinner beside her, stared at her in wonder, confused as to what they were feeling.

 

Sera's expression, once stern from the meeting and chaos, shifted to a smile. "The resonance...it's unmistabkle. A familiar soul, returned." 

 

A younger angel, her face radiant with awe, flew towards them, her wings beating frantically. Her once grim expression was replaced by unadulterated elation.

 

"He's alive!" Lute practically shrieked, tears of joy streaming down her face. "Adam! He's alive! I can feel him!" She announces to everyone in the court room, causing them to gasp in utter shock, but also relief.

 

The ex-sinner on the other hand, stared at her in utter confusion. Seeing that he had died before Adam had, he knew not of the first man's demise by the tiny sinner.

 

Soon the court room was drowned in cheers as Angels embraced each other, their wings rustling in celebration, and a long-dormant hope ignited in countless hearts.

 

Sure, they all could agree that their first man was...well not the best when it came down it, but he was still the first man, he was God's favorite, and they didn't want to face the wrath of an angry father.

 

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Guided by the powerful, unmistable resonance of Adam's angelic presence, Sera, Emily, and Lute descended down to Earth, in the hope of finding the first man and bringing him back up to Heaven. But the sight that greeted them was far from what they had expected.

 

The island, shrouded by the impossibly tall, luminescent walls Adam had conjured, was a beacon of light in a world they knew to be fractured.

 

They passed through the celestial barrier, materializing subtly within the sanctuary. What they saw was nothing like they thought.

 

Quirkless individuals walk the streets, their faces etched with a peace rarely seen outside of the island. Children with mended limbs and bright eyes either played in sun-dappled fields, or were making their way to this huge castle-like building, which they assumed was a school.

 

Their eyes then landed on someone they never thought they would see again, much less like this.

 

Adam stood in the middle of a crowd of his followers, most were freshly new to the island, so they looked eager to meet him, and others looked desperate.

 

They watched as Adam himself, radiating comfort that they never thought possible, as he tended to an injured kid, who had a third degree burn across his face, making him blind.

 

They watched as Adam placed his hand on the kid's face, the palm of his hand glowing slightly, before removing it, to show that the burn was completely healed and so were his eyes.

 

"Thank you, Adam, sir!" The child exclaims with a grin as he wrapped his arms around Adam's waist.

 

Emily's heart swelled, witnessing the soft moment between Adam and the kid, something she never thought possible.

 

Lute, who had anticipated a return, found herself profoundly moved. It wasn't the tyrannical Adam she had known for years, leading armies of slaughter. This was something different, something...holier.

 

His passion, his genuine compassion for these outcasts, was a living testament to growth.

 

Sera, ever discerning, sensing the purity of his intent, the deep-seated yearning to protect and heal. It was something she once saw in his eons ago, before the betrayal, before being casted out of the garden.

 

She assumed he had changed due to the hardships he had to face while living on Earth all those years ago, witnessing his son kill his other son, witnessing that son being cursed and banished. Then on top of that, he watched as his children and then grandchildren all fell to sin, losing them to the pits of Hell.

 

It didn't make it any better, when he finally died and arrived in Heaven, because Lilith, his first ex-wife, tried to overpower Heaven, which was the capsulate to the exterminations, which only fueled Adam's ego and his hate for sinners.

 

Adam soon looked their way, a flicker of surprise flashed in his golden eyes, before being quickly replaced by a weary but welcoming smile.

 

"Sera. Emily. Lute." He greeted, his voice resonating with an ancient familiarity. "I hadn't expected visitors, especially from...above." He said, gesturing up to the sky while unfurling his giant golden wings.

 

"Adam." Sera began, her voice soft but firm. "We had felt your presence and we had witnessed what you just did." She gestures over to the child, who's parents were weeping over in relief. "This...This is truly remarkable." She admits as she looks around the sanctuary in awe.

 

Emily, unable to contain her overflowing emotions, lunged herself at Adam, trapping him into a tight hug as she sobbed into his chest, catching him off guard. "Adam, what you're doing for these people...it's so beautiful! It's what Heaven should be doing!" She sobbed into his chest. 

 

Lute, usually stoic, simply nodded, a rare, genuine smile. "You've changed, sir." She said, sounding a mix between happy but also scared. 

 

She didn't like the idea of her boss/best-friend changing into someone softer, someone that saw the good in people, someone like...Charlie Morningstar.

 

It made her want to vomit just thinking about it.

 

Adam sighed, a long, tired breath. "The world has changed too. There's so much suffering, so much injustice. And these people...they have nowhere else to go." He used his wing to gesture over to the people, to his followers.

 

Sera met his gaze, her expression resolute. "then let us help you." They looked at her in shock. "Look, Heaven has become...far too removed from the people of Earth, and your purpose here, Adam, is vital."

 

They stared at her in utter shock, having not expected that from her. The one who was devoted to Heaven, and just...talked negatively about it.

 

"I wish to stay, to lend my strength to your cause. To help you build this sanctuary." Sera continues, causing the other two angels to smile and nod their heads in agreement.

 

Adam looked from Sera, to Emily, then to Lute, a slow, understanding smile spreading across his face.

 

"Well then, welcome to the Garden of Paradise!" He announces, spreading his wings out as his followers cheered.

 

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The worn cardboard boxes, some taped haphazardly, others overflowing, were scattered across the small living room.

 

Inko Midoryia, her movements heavy with a mix of exhaustion and desperate hope, folded a small, faded All Might T-shirt, one of her son's favorite, and carefully placed it in a box labeled "His Treasures"

 

Her son, Izuku, usually glued to her side, was asleep in his room, medicated against the pain from the burns that still, despite her frantic efforts, covered his right arm.

 

He still has yet to tell her how he got the burns, but she hopes once they get to the sanctuary, Adam can convince her son to tell her.

 

A sharp rap at the door startled her, causing her to freeze. "Inko! It's me!" A familiar voice called through the thin wood, and she sighed in relief, knowing who it was.

 

She got up from the floor and walked over to the door, opening it to see her best friend, Mitsuki Bakugo, standing there, a stern frown already etched onto her face. Behind her, a scowling, blonde, spiky-haired Katsuki fidgeted impatiently.

 

"Mitsuki! Katsuki!" She tried for a bright tone, but it fell flat.

 

Mitsuki, however, wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. Her eyes, sharp as ever, immediately took in the chaotic scene of boxes and half-packed belongings. 

 

"What in the devil, Inko? I call and you don't answer, so I come over and find...this?" She gestured wildly. "Are you really going through with this insane plan? Running off to some...some CULT island you found on a Christian app?" She asked, sounding upset.

 

Inko winced at the word, cult. She knew of the true meaning of the island, but when she had brought it up to her friend, and how she found it, she immediately judged it for something it wasn't.

 

"It's not a cult, Mitsuki!" She scolded her. "It's...a sanctuary! A place where my son can be safe. Where he can get help." Her voice cracked on the last word, the memory of the hospital's cold refusal to their harsh treatment on her son, still fresh.

 

Katsuki, unusually quiet, peered into the room, his gaze snagging on the half-packed boxes and the general air of disruption.

 

Mitsuki stepped inside, her hands on her hips. "Safe? Inko, you don't even know where this place is! You've told me nothing but vague platitudes about this Adam guy and how he created this...sanctuary! For all you know you're walking straight into something terrible!" She scolded the woman, not understanding why she wasn't using her head.

 

"What about your job? What about Izuku's future here?" Her voice softened slightly on Inko's son's name, a raw tenderness breaking through her usual bluster. "He has friends here, Inko. He has us."

 

Inko narrowed her eyes on her best-friend, feeling upset that she wasn't understanding her need to protect her son, when she, herself, is a mother, one that would do anything for her son.

 

"And what good has here done for hm lately, Mitsuki?!" She snapped, her voice rose, a rare spark of defiance in her usually gentle demeanor. She pointed towards the hallway, towards her son's room, though her finger shook. "He was attacked at school! By a quirk user!" 

 

What both ladies didn't notice, was Katsuki flinching at that, his eyes narrowing down the hallway, towards Izuku's room, while he clenched his fists.

 

"The hospitals, the heroes, everyone just...looked away because he doesn't have a quirk! They went as far as to blame him!" Her eyes welled up, tears finally overflowing and tracing paths down her cheeks. "His arm, Mitsuki! It's covered in third-degree burns and they only caused him more damage!"

 

Mitsuki recoiled slightly, her own anger momentarily eclipsed by the raw pain in her friend's voice. 

 

"Adam." Inko continues, desperate to make her friend understand. "He promised help. He understands. He built this place for people like Izuku. For people who have been casted out. I have to go, Mitsuki. I have to take him where he'll be safe, where he can heal. What kind of mother would I be, if I didn't at least try." She said, her voice sharp as she narrowed her eyes on Mitsuki.

 

The lady looked at her friend, she saw how her eyes seem to glow gold for a moment before it vanished. She chalked it up to Inko's quirk, but she couldn't move wrong.

 

"Inko." She began, her voice softer now, laced with a plea. "Please, just...think about this. It's a huge step into the unknown." She tried again to change her friend's mind.

 

"I know." Inko whispered, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "But staying here...that's an unknown I can't afford to face anymore." She then glances back towards her son's room. "I won't lose another child, I just can't do that anymore." 

 

Mitsuki stared at her in utter confusion, not knowing that her friend had kids before Izuku.

 

Katsuki, restless and annoyed by his mother's endless nagging, stomped away from the living room, drawn by an unsettling quiet from Izuku's bedroom. He knew Izuku was in there, probably sulking. 

 

Their mothers were still blabbing about this "sanctuary" nonsense, and the idea of Izuku just...disappearing to some unknown place, escaping hm, grated on Katsuki's nerves.

 

He pushed open Izuku's door without knocking, and stormed into the room.

 

The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and the air thick with the sickly sweet smell of burn cream. Izuku was huddled under his blanket, facing the wall, his small frame trembling.

 

"Oi, Deku!" Katsuki's voice was rough, but a flicker of something unreadable crossed his face as he saw the boy flinch violently.

 

Izuku squeezed his eyes shut, pulling the blanket tighter, a low whimper escaping him. 

 

Katsuki froze, a cold jolt running through him. He had seen Izuku cry a million of times, seen him scared, but this was different. This was pure, terror, and it was directed squarely at him.

 

The memory of the...accident...the explosive blast that had connected, the screams, flashed in his mind. He had been trying to scare him, to make him give up on the hero dream, but he hadn't meant...

 

"What the hell are you doing?" He growled, trying to regain his usual aggressive composure, though his voice sounded oddly strained even to his own ears. "Hiding under your blankets like a damn baby? What, you think I'm gonna hit you again?" The words were out before he could stop them, raw and ugly.

 

Izuku whimpered again, a sob catching in his throat. He slowly, reluctantly, turned his head, his face pale and tear-streaked. His right arm, peeking out from under the blanket, was heavily bandaged, a stark white against his skin. His eyes, wide and bloodshot, were fixed on Ktasuki, not with anger, but with a deep, visceral fear that made Katsuki's stomach clench.

 

"M-Mom's gonna move us." He whispered, his voice hoarse, barely audible. "T-To the island. Where...where it's safe."

 

Katsuki bristled at this. "Safe from what, you useless Deku? From me? You think running away to some quirkless freak show is gonna make you a hero? You think that place is gonna fix you?" He gestured vaguely at the bandaged arm, before dropping it, as if it burned him.

 

He hated this. He hated the pity in Izuku's eyes, hated the unspoken accusation.

 

"You're just gonna run away, huh?" He pushed, trying to provoke his usual reaction, a weak protest, a defiant tear. But Izuku just stared at him, his fear unwavering.

 

"You think you can just escape everything just because you got hurt!? This is ridiculous!" Katsuki shouted in annoyance, throwing his arms up in the air. "What, are you gonna pretend to be a damn Christian and live in some fantasy land where everyone just as pathetic as you?!"

 

Izuku flinched at every word, tears silently tracking down his cheeks. He said nothing, just pulled the blanket a little tighter, a silent testament to the walls he was building between them.

 

Katsuki glared, feeling a knot tighten in his chest. 

 

He hated this, hated that Izuku was leaving, hated that he was scared, hated that it was all his fault. He hated this "sanctuary" was even an option.

 

"You're a damn coward, Deku!" He spat, turning sharply, storming out of the room, slamming the door shut on the way out.

 

The sound had echoed through the small apartment, a sharp punctuation mark to the tense conversation in the living room.

 

Inko had also heard the shouting from her son's room, she had heard the cruel nickname Katsuki had called her precious son and the way he used it.

 

Then, all the little pieces of a horrifying puzzle started to click into place with a sickening thud. The image of her son's small, bandaged arm, the fresh burns, flashed in her mind.

 

Her vision blurred, not just with tears, but with a sudden, ancient rage that simmered beneath the surface of her gentle demeanor.

 

It wasn't just the boy's cruel words, it was the echo of an ever older betrayal, a pattern of the strong preying on the weak, the powerful crushing the innocent.

 

"Mitsuki." she whispered, her voice dangerously quiet, devoid of it's usual warmth. "Did you hear that?" She asked, hoping her friend had heard what her son had said.

 

mitsuki, her own face pale from her son's outburst, nodded slowly, a look of profound discomfort on her features. "Katsuki...he can be harsh, Inko, you know that-"

 

"No." The mother cuts her off, his gaze hardening, focusing not on Mitsuki, but on the wall, separating her from her son's room. "No, Mitsuki. He did this. Katsuki...he had to be the one who he severely burned Izuku's arm."

 

The words hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. The realization was a gut punch, unraveling years of shared memories, of two boys who had once been inseparable.

 

Inko remembered them as toddlers, holding hands, Katsuki's bright explosions of joy met with her son's wide-eyed wonder. Best friends. A bond she had believed was unbreakable.

 

Now, it was shattered, and the jagged pieces were covered in her son's burns.

 

A tremor ran through her, a barely contained surge of the primordial power that she kept hidden, a power that could scorch the Earth or mend a soul. A deep, instinctual fury roared within her at the thought of yet another one of her children being injured by someone he had once trusted. 

 

This wasn't just bullying, it was a fundamental violation of the natural order she had helped create with her first husband, all those years ago, before humanity came to be.

 

It solidified her resolve, etching it into her very being.

 

'There's no turning back now. This island. This sanctuary, is not just a hope, it is an absolute necessity for my son.' She thought as she kicked Mitsuki and Katsuki out of here house, banning them from ever seeing or speaking to her and her son ever again.

 

She didn't care if she was burning her bridges with the last remaining friends had. She can always make new ones in the sanctuary.

Chapter 4: A Heavenly Reunion

Summary:

Sorry for the short chapter. I wanted to jump straight into the chaos.

The salty tang of the sea air did little to soothe Inko's frayed nerves. Instead, it mingled with the acrid scent of anger and resentment emanating from the crowd that choked the docks.

 

She clutched Izuku's hand tighter, his small fingers surprisingly cold in hers. The boy, still groggy from the pain medication, blinked owlishly at the jostling mass of people.

 

"Weak!" A man with a booming voice shouted, his quirk-enhanced lungs projecting his words across the pier. "They're a drain on society! A burden! This sanctuary is a joke! A breeding ground for weakness!" 

 

Signs bobbed above the hands of the protestors, crude and hateful. 

 

"QUIRKLESS ARE USUELESS!"

"NO SANCTUARY FOR FREAKS!"

"KEEP THEM SEGREGATED!"

 

The air vibrated with their vitriol, a chilling symphony of prejudice.

 

Inko pulled her son closer, shielding him instinctively. His head barely reached her hips, and she could feel his small body tense.

 

Just as the pressure from the crowd began to feel suffocating, a path miraculously opened. Two figures, tall and radiating a quiet authority, moved towards them.

 

One was a broad-shoulder man with a kind, weathered face, his eyes scanning the crowd with a protective gaze.

 

The other was a woman, her posture regal, with  magnificent pair of feathered wings, a vibrant, iridescent blue, folded neatly against her back.

 

Her eyes meets Inko's, a silent message of reassurance passing between them. "Mrs. Midoriya? Izuku?" The winged woman asked, her voice calm and clear, cutting through the din. "We're here to escort you."

 

Inko nodded, unable to speak, her throat tight with relief and a lingering fear. 

 

The man gently, but firmly guided them through the throng, the protestors shouts growing louder, their glares more intense. One woman lunged, her hand reaching out, but the winged woman stepped in front, her wings subtly flaring, creating a momentary barrier that made the protestor recoil.

 

"You try that again, I'm slicing that hand off." She spat as she sneered at the woman, who's eyes widened, looking horrified.

 

The winged woman then turned, gently pushing the family, reaching over to the edge of the dock, where a sleek, impossibly elegant boat bobbed gently on the water. It didn't look like any ordinary vessel, it's haul seemed to shimmer, almost as if it were woven from light itself. 

 

Inko's eyes widened, disbelief written on her face, as she felt the angelic grade emitting from the boat. 'An angel made this boat.' She realized in utter shock. 'What angel could be down here on Earth?' 

 

The winged woman, with a graceful movement, stepped onto the boar, then extended a hand to Inko. "Welcome aboard." She said, a small, knowing smile touching her lips. "I am Ariel. I'll be your plot."

 

Inko helped her son onto the boar, then climbed aboard herself, turning to look back at the receding dock. The angry faces of the protestors, the hateful signs, slowly shrank into the distance.

 

As Ariel started the engine, a soft hum filling the air, the boat glided effortlessly away from the shore, leaving the shouts and the prejudice behind.

 

She held her son close, watching the city lights fade, a fragile hope blossoming in her chest.

 

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The boat sliced through the shimmering barrier, a ripple of light momentarily obscuring  the view before the island emerged, vast and vibrant, bathed in the soft glow of a setting sun.

 

Inko gasped, a sound caught between wonder and disbelief. "No." She whispered, her hand instinctively flying to her mouth. 

 

The contours of the land, the familiar curve of the bay, the ancient, towering tees that fringed the distant mountains. It was unmistakable. This wasn't just an island.

 

This was THEIR island. The one her and her husband, Adam, had landed on, lost and heartbroken, after the garden. The place where they had built their first, fragile home outside of Eden.

 

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her. 

 

Astonishment that it still existed, untouched by the millennia. 

A pant of fear, a chilling memory of the darkness that had once stained it's soil.

 

Her eldest son, Cain, cursed with an insatiable hunger for murder after...after Abel.

 

The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

 

Ariel, the winged woman, expertly guided the boat to a small, hidden cove. The shimmering hull nudged gently against a wooden dock, simple yet sturdy. 

 

The man who had escorted them from the mainland secured the ropes. "We're here, Mrs. Midoryia." He said, offering his hand. "Welcome to Garden of Paradise."

 

Inko, still reeling from the recognition of the island, took his hand mechanically and stepped onto the solid ground. Izuku, clutching his All Might plushie, looked up at the towering trees with wide, curious eyes.

 

As they walked along a narrow path leading away from the dock, a figure emerged from the dappled shadows of the trees. He was tall, his presence commanding yet gentle, and as he stepped into a patch of sunlight, Inko's breath hitched again.

 

His dark brown hair, his strong, familiar features, his sun golden eyes.

 

It was him. It was...Adam.

 

She stared at him, her mind struggling to reconcile what she saw.

 

Adam, here on Earth, not in Heaven, not leading the angels, but standing before her, in modern clothes. The shock was profound, shaking her to her very core.

 

She had always imagined him among the celestial choirs, a revered figure in the afterlife. But here he was, flesh and blood, yet undeniably radiating the same powerful, comforting aura she remembered so vividly.

 

Her shock at seeing him quickly melted into a wave of overwhelming relief and joy. The years of hiding, the constant vigilance, the crushing loneliness. It all seemed to dissipate in his presence.

 

Her carefully constructed facade, the one she'd worn for millennia to evade Lucifer's relentless pursuit, bean to crumble. A deep, resonant happiness, a feeling she hadn't truly experienced since Eden, welled up within her. 

 

And with that happiness, she let go.

 

The subtle, almost imperceptible veil she had kept over her true essence, the one that masked her as merely Inko Midoryia, a worried human mother, dissolved. Her presence, ancient and profound, began to radiate, a gentle but undeniable warmth that filled the air around them.

 

It wasn't a quirk, nor was it a display of power. It was simply her. Eve. The mother of humanity, no longer hiding, no longer diminished.

 

Adam, who had been about to speak, stopped. 

 

His eyes, which had held a knowing tenderness, widened imperceptibly as he took a step back, then another, his gaze sweeping over her, not with surprise at her appearance, but with a profound, soul-deep recognition.

 

His head tilted slightly, as if listening to a song only he could hear.

 

"Eve." He breathed, the name a reverent whisper, a prayer.

 

The word resonated between them, a bridge across countless ages. The warmth of her true presence, the very essence of her being, washed over him, confirming what his heart had already known.

 

His long-lost wife, the one he had mourned for eons, was standing before him, alive, and finally no longer hiding.

 

A wide, beatific smile spread across his face, a look of pure, unadulterated happiness that transformed him. He reached out a hand, not in a gesture of power, but of profound yearning, as if to touch a dream.

 

Eve, tears now streaming freely down her face, didn't hesitate. She stepped forward, letting go of all her fears, all her burdens, and met his gaze, her own smile radiant.

 

"Adam." She replied, her voice choked with emotion, the name a homecoming.

Chapter 5: Operation: Drag Him to Hell

It is known that there is about 80% of the populate that is blessed with amazing abilities such a quirks, and 20% that are cursed without. Those are all Quirkless, and they are believed to be slowly dwindling with each generation.

 

But that is far from accurate, as they aren't dwindling, they are being whisked away, to an island in the middle of the ocean, for their safety of course. The only people that the island accepts through its barrier, are Quirkless people, family or loved ones of those Quirkless person.

 

Most rumors started to spread.

 

Some claim that the island is ruled by a cult that is taking advangte of it's people.

Some say it was created to protect the Qurikless people, and should be left alone.

 

The internet was divided, with some people protesting they send heroes to the island to take down the cult and imprison everyone, while the ones on the island's side, defended the island, protesting against the ones who want to take it down.

 

Soon, people realized the Christian app called "Garden of Paradise" was connected to the island, and people started to flood it, trying to spread discrimination and prejudice. Some tried to hack into the app's servers and cause chaos, steal data, break the app. Then a few tried to dox the people they deemed were Quirkless or on the "cult's" side.

 

But they were all shocked when the bots had immediately kicked them out of the app and banned them. So the app stores banned it and it was removed from all app stores.

 

But the job was done. 

 

The ones that made connections in the app, had already shared personal information. The app being taken down, didn't stop them like the Quirkiest had hoped.

 

But why would they do that? Why would they want to destroy the one thing that the Quirkless people had?

 

Because the humans have become arrogant ever since quirks appeared. They have become the demons of hell itself.

 

"Okay, that's the history of Paradise, any questions?" The teacher asked her students, clutching the cross she was wearing with a fond smile. The kids raise their hands and the teacher pointed to a green-haired boy.

 

"Firstman." She calls out, her smile only getting wider.

 

"D-Does the outside world know about...my...dad?" The young teen nervously asked, blushing in embarrassment.

 

"Of course they do, Izuku." The teacher answered in happiness. "The moment the app was removed and banned, he came fourth and announced to the world that it was him who made it, and who had made this island!" She announced, spreading her arms out. "Of course, he got backlash from people, most tried to frame him, some tried to have him arrested, but he provelded, with your mother, Lady Eve, by his side!"

 

Izuku and the rest of his classmates cheered as they clapped their heads.

 

"Now, remember students, your essays are due tomorrow, so I hope I have those papers on my desk first thing in the morning." She reminded them. Someone in the class groans as he throws his head back. 

 

"I assume that means you didn't get started on the essay, Peter?" The teacher asked with a frown, causing the boy to chuckles nervously. "Peter, we've talked about this." She sighed. "You already have two missing assignments in my class."

 

The boy groans as he slumps in his seat. "I understand miss. It's the reason I haven't stated my essay yet." He explains.

 

"Well, if that's the case, I can give you an extension." She reassured him, causing him to sigh in relief.

 

"You wouldn't be behind, if you hadn't wasted your time, playing those stupid video games." The girl sitting next to him sneered at him, causing him to glare back at her.

 

"Shut it, you saxophone!" He sneered at her.

 

"C-Can you two please calm down?" Izuku begged, sweating nervously.

 

"Oh, do you two want to continue fighting, or do you want to hear some interesting news?" Their teacher asked, causing them to stop fighting and look at her. "That's what I thought." She sighed. "Lord Adam, had been contacted by someone from the outside world. The principal of the hero school known as U.A." She informed them, shocking and worrying them.

 

"I thought the pro heroes didn't like Lord Adam." A girl asked.

 

"They don't, but the principal has offered a deal." The teacher explains. "The deal is simple. The principal will send a few of their students and teachers to our island and school, because, according to Lord Adam...the outside world, are under the impression that our school is a...hero school."

 

This caused the class to pause as they stare at her in dumbfound. They couldn't believe that the outside word, believes their school was a hero school.

 

"Why do they believe that?" Peter huffed as he crossed his arms. "This is just a normal school. What gave them the impression we're a hero school?"

 

"Its probably due to most of the quirked kids we have." The girl sitting next to him explained. 

 

"Well, that's a stupid reason to believe that." Izuku huffed, finding it annoying that his school was mistook for a hero school, only because they have a few quirked students.

 

"Mrs. MayBerry, are you sure this is a good idea? You know how the outside view views us." Another kid asked, sounding worried.

 

Their teacher smiled as she nodded her head. "I truly believe, Lord Adam and Lady Eve, will keep us all safe. They wouldn't be agreeing to this, if they believed it would put us all in harms way." The class all nod their heads, trusting in their savoir.

 

Izuku smiled fondly, having full trust in his mother and father.

 

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"You all have been informed by Lute, as to why I have called this meeting." Adam says, gesturing over to his lieutenant, who stood next to him, her old exorcist uniform still on, along with her mask. 

 

"So, someone from the outside world finally reached out?" Emily asked with a smile. Unlike the others in the court, she was the most eager to meet the humans from outside the island.

 

"Yes." Adam answered, nodding his head. "One of the hero schools had offered a student exchange program where they can send some of their students and teachers to our school to study there." He explained, shocking and confusing them.

 

"But why a hero school, Adam?" Sera asked. "Our school isn't even a hero school."

 

"Sera's right!" Ariel jumps in, slamming her hand on the table, her wings flaring out. "Why would they send hero students?"

 

"Isn't it obvious, sister?" The man sitting next to her spat, folding his arms. "They want to infiltrate our home and take us down!" 

 

"I'm with Eric!" Ariel shouted.

 

"May I ask what is their reasoning for this offer?" A young lady asked. She had long green hair and bright green eyes. Much like Adam, she had giant golden wings, but smaller than his.

 

"They claim it's too build relationships and connections." Adam answered with a frown, clearly not believing that.

 

"Do you not believe that, my lord?" A girl with long, fiery, red hair asked. 

 

"No, I don't, Scarlet." He answered, running a hand down his face. 

 

"It's quite obvious that this is their way to look for incriminating evidence of us being a cult, Adam." A man said, his hands clasped together on the table, his posture serious. "I even heard rumors that we have brainwashed our people and are abusing our students."

 

This caused everyone in the court to tense up as they looked at the blond haired angel in utter horror.

 

"Michael! Why didn't you inform us of this!?" Sera asked, upset that her brother had not informed them of this news.

 

Michael shrugged his shoulders. "I saw no point, seeing as they can't do anything to us." He answered, sounding confident.

 

Adam snickered as he nodded his head. "He's right, Sera. What can those humans do to us?" He leaned his head on his hand, smugly smirking.

 

"But maybe with this program, we can change their minds!" Emily exclaims as her wings shook with excitement.

 

"Emily, my dear." The green-haired lady said softly, catching the angel's attention. "Lute had told us about how the more quirks become powerful, the more arrogant the humans get." 

 

"Eve is right." Adam sighed, stretching his wing to wrap around his wife. "The discrimination only got worse since the island and it's purpose was exposed. But not just for the quirkless, but also the weak, villainous, and mutated quirks." They all frowned in anger, not liking how terrible the humans were getting.

 

"I swear, father should just rip those precious quirks away from them." Michael spat.

 

"I have to agree with brother." Another angel chimes in. "Sera, why would father even give the humans these abilities in the first place?" He asked, looking over at his older sister.

 

"Gabriel, it is not our place to question God." She reminds her brother, sternly. "But...I do agree, it is confusing as to why he would grant them these abilities and then not take them back." She muttered with a frown.

 

"Look, everything will be fine." Adam reassured them all. "They're just a bunch of humans with fancy abilities. Nothing we can't handle." He reassured them and they all relaxed as they nodded their heads.

 

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"Alright, Charlie, focus! Remember, the goal here isn't just for them to fall, it's for them to TRUST that someone will catch them." Vaggie adjusted a frayed rope tied between two precarious-looking infernal stalagmites, her brow furrowed in concentration.

 

Below, a group of eager, albeit slightly terrified, sinners waited for their turn at Charlie's latest "trust exercise" for the hotel's residents.

 

Charlie bounced on the balls of her feet, an infectious grin on her face. "I know, I know! It's all about fostering community! And, uh, catching them before they splat!" She gestured wildly, almost tripping over a loose rock.

 

Vaggie sighed, a fond exasperation in her eyes. "Exactly. Now, for the final one, I think we should try the...whoa!" A sudden, sharp jolt ripped through her.

 

It wasn't physical pain, but a deep, resonant thrumming, like a colossal bell tolling somewhere in the depths of her very being. 

 

Her wings, usually folded neatly, instinctively flared, and a low, guttural growl escaped her lips. Her eyes snapped wide, the single good one burning with an intense, familiar dread.

 

Charlie, startled by her girlfriend's abrupt shift, looked at her with concern. "Vaggie? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

 

"No." Vaggie breathed, her voice a strained whisper, her gaze unfocused, fixed on something only she could perceive. "Worse." She whispered, scaring her girlfriend. "I felt him. That...that grace."

 

A cold dread coiled in her gut, tightening with every pulse of the invisible energy. It was unmistakable. The specific signature, the raw power, the overwhelming arrogance veiled in divine light.

 

It was Adam. 

 

He wasn't dead.

 

Her knuckles whitened as she clutched the rope, her breathing ragged. "H-He's here. He's coming. That's HIS grace. He...he didn't die! He's coming back for us!" She explodes, shocking and worrying her girlfriend.

 

Charlie stepped forward, her hand reaching out. "Vaggie, calm down! Where is he? I don't feel anything! Are you sure?"

 

But then, as quickly as it had surged, the immediate, crushing panic began to recede, replaced by a profound sense of disorientation. The presence was still there, a vibrant hum beneath the chaos of Hell, but it felt...distant. So incredibly distant.

 

It wasn't growing closer, wasn't descending from the skies above Pentagram City.

 

Vaggie squeezed her eye shut, concentrating, trying to pin-point the source. The aura, while undeniably Adam's, wasn't emanating from the fiery pits of Hell, nor from the familiar, oppressive expanse of Heaven above them.

 

It was coming from...somewhere else. Somewhere outside.

 

Her single eye snapped open, a new kind of shock replacing the dread. 'He's not in Hell or in Heaven.' She thought, trying to understand where Adam could be. 'The only other place he could be is...Earth.' She realized in horror.

 

"He's not here." She muttered, the words a confused mix of relief and profound unease. "He's not in Hell, and he's not in Heaven." She turned to her girlfriend, her face a mask of bewildered realization. "He's on Earth. Adam is alive on Earth."

 

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"Principle Nezu, with all due respect, but are you out of your mind!?" A very skinny man asked his boss, coughing up blood.

 

Nezu had just told them about the exchange program and they didn't seem to love this idea.

 

"Now I don't like him, but I have to agree with him on this." A hobo said, causing the skinny man to deadpan at him. "We know absouly nothing about this island, nor the school, only that it's located in the middle of the pacific ocean, surrounded by a golden barrier that no one can seem to bypass."

 

"Most of the rumors are that the people are being controlled by a cult." A lady clad in skin-tight suit said, crossing her left leg over her right one.

 

"I understand of your concerns, but this is a mission from the HPSC after the cult's app had been exposed and dealt with, they decided it was their chance at learning more about the island and finding evidence of their wrongdoings." Nezu explains, a smile ever plastered on his face.

 

"So, I've decided Aizawa." He looked over at the hobo, who tensed up. "Your class will go on this, along with you, All Might, and Midnight." He says calmly, taking a sip of his tea, shocking them even further.

 

"Okay, one." Aizawa chimes in, sounding tired as always. "Why are the HPSC dealing with them now, when the island appeared a few years ago, during the time Dyantoe was still in the hero profession. And two...why the hell is Midnight coming along." He asked. 

 

"Yeah, I don't think she would be...appropriate." Present mic says nervously.

 

"I take offense to that." Midnight sassed, playfully glaring at her friends.

 

"Well, before, it wasn't an threat." Nezu answered Aizawa's first question. "It was just some sanctuary for the Quirkless due to the discrimation, and as long as they lived their lives, leaving the rest of us alone, the HPSC didn't see reason to care."

 

"But what changed?" Vlad asked.

 

"The person who created the sanctuary has exposed himself, and in doing so, a few Quirkist found him in public, when the HPSC asked for a meeting with him. According the sources, those Quirkist attempted to attack him."

 

"Ah, yes, I saw that on the news." All Might said, remembering that. 

 

"Yes, the strange man, his hand glowed this bright gold color, before this giant, golden guitar appeared." President Mic chimes in, a look of excitement. "He then strung a few cords and a wave of gold aura blasted out of the guitar and slammed into the protestors!"

 

Aizawa stared at his husband in annoyance, not liking that he called those Quirkiests, protesters, when they weren't protesting anything. They attempted to attack someone.

 

"Yes, you all know what happened afterwards?" Nezu asked, causing them all to tense up. 

 

"Didn't he call them sinful bastards and that he's going to send them all to Hell where angels will kill them." Midnight answered, sounding worried.

 

"Yes, luckily he didn't get to kill them, due to the pro heroes showing up, but it was deemed as self-defense." Nezu huffed, taking a sip of his tea. "But given what he said, and how...religious the people of the island is. The HPSC concluded it was that man, the people worship."

 

Their eyes widened in shock at learning this.

 

"So, for the young man to be proclaiming to send people to hell for discrimation, it's concerning and made them realize that the people of Paradise, is obviously being brainwashed and abused by this man and his...court."

 

The heroes all frowned, their fists clenching in anger. The thought of a group of people brainwashing people to worship them and then abuse them when they don't...

 

They all agree that they will save the people of Paradise and arrests their leader and his court.

 

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The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, usually a cacophony of lively chatter, sarcastic jabs, and the clinking of cheap liquor bottles, had fallen into an unsettling hush.

 

Charlie stood before the assembled residents, her usually bright demeanor replaced by a somber gravity that had everyone on edge. Beside her, Vaggie stood stiffly, her single eye narrowed, radiating a quiet fury.

 

"Okay, everyone." Charlie began, her voice unusually subdued. "Vaggie and I have some...important news."

 

Angel, perched languidly on the sofa, flicked an eyebrow. "Oh boy, did someone finally manage to get rehabilitated? Did Fat Nuggets win the Hell's Got Talent Show...again?"

 

"No, Angel." Vaggie interjected, her voice cutting through the nervous humor like a knife. "This is serious. Really serious." She took a dep breath, her gaze sweeping over their faces. "Adam...is alive."

 

A beat of stunned silence...then chaos erupted. "What!?" They all shouted, anger and shock laced their voices.

 

"That pompous ass? He died! We all saw him get stabbed by Niffy!" Husk snarled, his ears flat, a half-empty bottle of cheap booze nearly slipping from his clawed hand.

 

"I thought that prick got what he deserved!" Angel shrieked, bolting upright. "You mean all that crap was for nothing! He's still out there!?"

 

Niffty, who had been meticulously stabbing a roach with a large needle, stopped, her single eye twitching. "Bad boy's...alive?" She asked, a large sadistic grin stretched across her face.

 

Alastor, his perpetual smile, twitching as his eyes narrowed. He leans forward, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Alive, you say? An intriguing development. I certainly enjoyed his last performance, albeit briefly. How, precisely, did the first man manage to defy such a conclusive demise?"

 

Vaggie slammed her fist onto the table, making the bottles rattle. "I don't know how! But I felt his grace, his presence, stronger than I've felt it since...since I was one of them." She says nervously. "But he's not in Heaven and he's not in Hell." Her voice dropped to a low, chilling growl. "He's on Earth."

 

Another wave of stunned silence. The implications sank in, each more horrifying than the last.

 

Adam, the leader of the Exorcists, the architect of their annual massacres, was walking amongst the humans.

 

"On Earth?" Cherri repeated, her voice laced with malicious intent. 

 

"What the hell is he doing there?" Husk asked, utterly bewildered. "Trying to open a Holy Starbucks?"

 

"This isn't a joke, dick!" Cherri spat as she glared at him. "Adam...the one who killed so may of us, who relished in our pain, is just...living somewhere? How could he have survived?" She sneered in anger, not liking that Adam had survived, but Pentious didn't.

 

"What does this mean for us? For...for everything?" Charlie asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear  and righteous anger.

 

Vaggie paced, her frustration palpable. "That's what's driving me insane! He was stabbed reaptly with an angelic blade, by Niffty! None of the other angels we've killed that day survived!" She seethed, feeling upset that Adam was still alive.

 

"I'm worried about the humans on Earth." Charlie whimpered as she paced around the room, her brow furrowed, a silent storm brewing behind her usually bright eyes.

 

The revelation of Adam's survival and that he's now on Earth had plunged her into a spiral of grim possilibties.

 

"I just can't believe it." She murmured, wringing her hands. "Adam...on Earth. What if he's doing what he did to us, to them? What if he's corrupting humanity? Filling their heads with all that horrible judgement and arrogance?" She paused, remembering the vile things he'd said, the way he'd sneered at all of her people.

 

"He was so arrogant, so misogynistic, a total pervert! What if he's teaching humans to be just like that?!" She panicked, not wanting more people like Adam up in Heaven, when she plans on getting sinners up there.

 

Vaggie nodded grimly. "That's exactly what I'm afraid of. He always saw himself as superior, as if humanity was just his plaything!"

 

From her perch on the table, idly polishing a bomb, Cherri scoffed, a dark edge to her voice. "Who cares what he's teaching 'em? The point is, that son of bitch is alive." Her eye narrowed, a flicker of raw pain in it's depths. "Pentious...he died because of Adam, and that bastard just gets to live up up on Earth? No way in Hell!" She slammed her bomb down, it's metallic clang echoing in the room.

 

"We gotta stop him, before he causes even more trouble, or worse, before he tries to come back here and finish what he started!" She declares as she looks over at Charlie, a dangerous glint in her single eye. "And I know just the guy to help us. The one demon I'm sure Adam is actually afraid of."

 

Charlie stopped pacing, looking over at Cherri with a look of dread. "Cherri, no, why would we..."

 

"I'm sure your father would just LOVE to tear Adam a new one!" Cherri exclaims. "Get him to send us to Earth and we can kick Adam's ass, and bring him back down to Hell, where his ass belongs!" The suggestion hung heavy in the air, a desperate, terrifying proposition.

 

Charlie paled at the thought. She didn't want to drag the humans into their mess, but she knew she needed to go and save them.

 

"F-Fine, let's do it!" She declares, causing Cherri and Vaggie to cheer in sadistic glee.

 

Alastor smiled as he slipped into the shadows, leaving the room, while the others seemed unsure about this plan.

 

They didn't want to drag the humans into the fight and get anyone killed.

Chapter 6: A Chaotic Welcome

Summary:

Okay, after this point I am going to use SOME scenes from GhostSpecter, their story "Have Respect for Others Wishes" just some scene, and I WILL word it different, because I don't like stealing.

Also, some might have seen, I added class 1B, due to someone asking for Shioaki and paring her up with Izuku, due to her being a Christian.

I'm keeping Midnight, due to reasons you will have to wait and see!

Aizawa stood in front of his class, staring blankly at them while they were going insane after he had informed them about the mission.

 

"YOU'RE SAYING, WE GET TO GO TO PARADISE ISLAND?!" Mina shouts, bouncing in her seat in excitement.

 

"I thought that island was for Quirkless people only?" Uraraka asked in confusion.

 

The rest of the class shot out question after question, before Teny'a voice cuts through the chaos. "Everyone!" 

 

This quiets them down and they all looked over at him, standing from his chair, waving his arm wildly in a chopping motion. "Please behave and let Mr. Aizawa explain!"

 

The class settles down and looked over at their teacher.

 

"Now, as I was saying." He starts, sounding tired. "Class 1A and Class 1B, will be participating in an exchange program hosted by Paradise Academy." He told them, putting them all on their edges of their seats. "The program will last two months, so prepare all your things, we leave tomorrow. Understand?"

 

They all nodded their heads, looking excited.

 

"This program is a mission from the HPSC." He informed them, causing them all to tense. "Your objective is to find out all that you can about Paradise and it's school, mainly any incriminating information regarding it's people, including the students of the school."

 

Someone raised their hand, causing him to sigh. "Yes, Momo?" He called out to her, causing her to lower her hand.

 

"I'm sorry, sir, but may I ask why we're investigating the island and the school? I thought it was a sanctuary for the Quirkless." She asked.

 

At this, it caused one of the students to scoff, his blood-red eyes narrowing on his desk as he clenched his fists.

 

"Yes, but a video had surfaced of the leader using his quirk against people." He explained, causing his class to gasp in horror.

 

Katsuki jumped up from his seat, explosion popping from his hand as he grinned. "So, he's a villain, huh!?"

 

"No, it was deemed as self-defense, because those people had attacked him first." Aizawa continued, causing Katsuki to freeze, his eyes widening in shock. "But during the fight, the leader laughed sadistically as he claimed he was going to send his assailants to Hell where angels can kill them." 

 

"that sounds...disturbing." Uraraka whimpered, looking worried for this man's mental health.

 

"Yes, which is WHY the HPSC concluded that the people of Paradise is being brainwashed by a cult. So, the plan is, to go into the island, find anything we can to bring the cult down, and free the Quirkless people"

 

"But what about this school?" Mina asked.

 

"It was rumored that the school has been mistreating and abusing its students, sending them to dangerous, life-threatening missions, and using unethical training methods." He explained. "So, it's our duty as heroes to save them from a dangerous environment like that."

 

At that, his class paused as they stared at him, dumbfounded.

 

'Doesn't Nezu do the  same?' Thought collectively thought at the same time, wondering why their teacher would call what Paradise does with their students, different to what Nezu does with them.

 

The other half, they all had a look of determination, ready to save the people of Paradise.

 

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The air in the hotel crackled with a faint scent of apples and brimstone, and then, with a pop and a ripple, Lucifer appeared.

 

He wasn't in his usual pristine white suit. Today, he wore a slightly rumpled, open-collared red shirt, his tiny top hat perched jauntily on his head. His eyes, usually gleaming with chaotic mirth, held a hint of exasperation.

 

"Alright, Charlie-kins! I'm here!" He called out, his voice a smooth, charming baritone that nevertheless carried the weigh of eons. "You said it was really important! I had to cancel my weekly duck-feeding excursion, you know! They get very particular about their crumb schedule!" He surveyed the unusually grim faces of the hotel residents, then landed his gaze on his daughter. 

 

Charlie stepped forward, her hands clasped tightly, her voice firm despite the tremor in her chin. "Dad! Thank you so much for coming!" She practically tacked him in a hug, which he happily hugged her back.

 

"Yes, yes, darling, always here for my little princess." He chirped, gently patting her back. "So, what's the grand emergency?" He asked.

 

Charlie took a deep breath."Vaggie and I...we found something out."

 

"It's about Adam." Vaggie interjected, her single eye narrowed, cutting straight to the chase. The name, sharp and sudden, seemed to suck all the air out of the room.

 

Lucifer froze, his smile vanishing, his eyes, which usually held a mischievous glint, narrowed into dangerous slits, and the casual slump in his shoulders straightened into a menacing rigidity.

 

'What about Adam?" He asked, chuckling nervously. "Did Heaven agree to your project, to make up for what Adam and his army did?" He asked, referring to the exterminations and attacking and destroying the hotel.

 

"No, dad." Charlie whimpered as she pulled away from her father. He's...He's alive." She blurts out, unable to soften the blow. "Adam is alive, and he's on Earth." The words hung in the air, heavy and shocking.

 

Lucifer's casual posture stiffened. The perpetual, knowing grin on his face slowly, almost imperceptibly began to tighten, morphing into something cold and sharp. His eyes, usually dancing with mischief, narrowed to dangerous slits, and the air in the lobby seemed to grow heavier, crackling with an unseen energy.

 

"Alive?" He repeated, his voice dropping several registers, losing it's lightened cadence. The charming facade had vanished, replaced by a raw, primal displeasure. "That...idiot? How dare he?" He sneered as he took a slow step back, his gaze fixed on his daughter. "How did he manage to live?!" 

 

The very thought that Adam, his ancient rival, the one he considered a pathetic imitation of true power, had defied what should have been an absolute end, clearly infuriated him to his core.

 

Cherri, never one to mince words, stepped forward, her single eye gleaming with a fierce, almost manic determination. 

 

"Alright, short stack." She began, gesturing with the bomb in her hand. "Here's the plan. We ain't just gonna sit here and let that self-righteous prick parade around on Earth. We go up there."

 

Lucifer looked over at her, eyes widened in utter shock. "And how, pray tell, do you propose we go up there, dear Cherri?"

 

"That's where you come in, Sparkles." She retorted, completely unfazed. "You're the big boss, right? King of Hell? You've got connections." She stressed, causing him to raise an brow. "You get us to Earth. We find Adam, and then..." Her grin winded, revealing sharp teeth. "We kick his ass and drag him back down here, where he fucken belongs, and make sure he STAYS dead!" A slow, terrifying smile spread across his face, replacing the earlier scowl.

 

His eyes, now glittering with a malicious delight. "Drag him back, you say? To Hell?" The idea clearly resonated with him. "Oh, the sheer poetry! The humiliation! Adam, the "first man", the "Champion of Heaven, brought low and dragged through the very dirt he claims to despise!" 

 

Charlie, who had bene listening with a mix of dread and relucent hope, stepped forward.

 

"Dad, we can't just...drag him to Hell. We need to stop him from hurting innocent humans. He's a terrible influence." She ranted, clenching her fists. "He was so arrogant, so full of himself. He'll convince them that Heaven is perfect, that everything they do is right, and that sinners...that our people, are all just inherently evil and deserve to be exterminated!" Her voice rose. She pictured Adam's manipulative rhetoric taking root in the human minds, and turning them into him and making them sin.

 

Lucifer nodded, his smile now a full, gleeful rictus. "Precisely, Charlie! That insufferable buffoon will be preaching, telling those naive little mortals that their "righteous" exterminations are divinely ordained! He'll spin tales of glorious angelic victorious and paint us all as cartoonishly evil villains who deserve every single stab and blast from his exorcists!" He clapped his hands together, a sharp echoing sound. 

 

"Oh, this is much better than duck-feeding!" He proclaimed, but they all knew he didn't mean that.

 

Angel, Husk, and Alastor were the only ones that seemed...upset by this. Mostly because of the fact, that it was LUCIFER who had agreed to the exterminations in the first place.

 

Then, Vaggie was once an exorcist, who has killed her fair share of sinners.

 

But Charlie appears to forgive and forget all of that, but when it comes to Adam, the first man...even if the first man isn't here in Hell or Heaven to cause trouble, she still wants to butt into the man's life.

 

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The students and teachers of UA arrive at the dock which the boat taking them to Paradise would show up. They all looked eager and excited for this mission, but not as much as Katsuki was.

 

The boy was practically trembling, his quirk setting off little explosions as he narrowed his eyes on the vast ocean, waiting for the boat to arrive.

 

"Whoa, Bakubro." Kirishima chuckles nervously, noticing the small explosions. "You okay there? You seem...excited."

 

"Yeah, your setting off explosions." Denki points out.

 

"I am just fucken eager to get on this pathetic island." Katsuki sneered at them in annoyance. "I have my own personal grudge against them." 

 

"Oh, what happened?" Mina asked, intrigued to hear what happened between her friend and the island.

 

"MIND YOUR BUSINESS!" He sneered at her, annoyed that these extras were butting into his life.

 

"Come on!" She whined. "Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!" She cheered, causing the others of BakuSquad to join in, annoying Katsuki even more.

 

"FINE, DAMNIT!" He snapped, causing them to shut up. "Nine-years-ago, I had this...friend." He hestied on the word, friend, as if he didn't know if he should call this person, his friend. 

 

"We were super close, but then I got my quirk, and well...it's amazing and better than everyone's!" He boosted with a cruel grin, causing his "friends" to laugh, believing he was joking. "But his quirk never showed up, and when he was five, he was disagonized as Quirkless."

 

"Oh, so he moved to the island?" Mina cuts in, already assuming the end of the story.

 

"Well...yes...but only after a year." Katsuki sighed. "For a year, he was bullied and I had...accidently used my quirk on him, burning his am, sunifically." His gaze fell down to his feet, narrowing them as he clenched his fists. "I gave him third degree burns all up his arms." He admitted, shocking his "friends."

 

"The hospital apparently wouldn't treat him, only until my aunt annoyed them enough. And I guess...that was her breaking point." He sighed, still upset that his aunt up and left. "She reached out to the leader of Paradise, and then the next day, she packed up all their shit and left. I haven't heard from them in years."

 

His "friends" all gasped as they stared at him in shock and sympathy.

 

"You must miss your them deeply." Mina whimpered, believing Katsuki was hurt. 

 

"We promise you, Bakubro! We will go to this island, find your friend and his mom, and convince them to leave this cult! We'll save them!" They exclaims together, causing Katsuki to smile a little.

 

If he's telling the truth, he had learn from his...mistakes.

 

After Inko had told his mother what he had done to Izuku, she of course, had punished him for bullying his supposed best-friend, which lead to him getting severally hurt. She also figured what the school was doing. 

 

Praising her son for hurting others, disguising it as learning how to use his quirk, and letting him get away with bullying people he believed were weaker than him.

 

It disgusted and angered her, so she moved him to a different school and got him into therapy, which helped him a lot.

 

"Whoa! What is THAT!?" He snapped out of his thoughts, looking up to see Denki pointing to the dock. He turned to the dock and his eyes widened in utter shock.

 

It was a huge ship heading towards the dock.

 

It was crafted from what appears to be, gleaming white wood, adorned with golden accents and intricate carvings of cherubs and stars. A large, billowing sail, which decorated with a celestial pattern, a tapestry of stars and constellations. The boat was bathed in a gold light, almost a divine energy.

 

"That boat looks very...expensive." Urarake said, practically drooling, stars in her eyes as she stared at the ship.

 

The boat pulls up to the dock and an anchor lowered, stopping it from moving any further.

 

A ramp is lowered onto the dock and a pretty lady with long red hair and green eyes walks down. "Hello there, hero students. My name is Ariel, I'm the Virtue of Justice. i am here to pick you up. Nice to meeting you." She held out her hand towards a skinny All Might, given that Aizawa and Vlad were glaring at her.

 

All Might happily took her hand and shook it while smiling. "It's a pleasure to meet a Virtue of Paradise. My name is Yagi." He introduce himself.

 

The lady removed her hand and tightly smiled. "I'm not a Virtue of Paradise. I'm only here, because my friend is the leader." She explained, shocking them. She then looked over at the students. "Are you ready to go?" She asked.

 

They all stare at her in either awe, or suspicious.

 

"Is that a pirate ship!?" Denki asked in awe.

 

They all hear a deep chuckle and looked back at the ramp, surprised to see a man walking down. He looked much like the lady, minus the wings.

 

"A pirate ship. I never thought the Blessing would be mistaken for a pirate ship." He snickers as he stood next to Ariel. 

 

"Eric." She sighed in annoyance.

 

"Are you sure this ship is safe for our students?" Aizawa asked as he narrowed his eyes on the two.

 

Eric simply smiled as he nodded his head. "Of course! My sister and I have been transporting people between here and the island since our father created us!" He exclaims, causing his sister to slam her hand to her face.

 

They stared at the man in utter confusion. "Created...do you mean..." Kendo blushed in embarrassment, trying to understand what he was meaning.

 

"Yep! Our father created us with his angelic powers!" The man exclaims, his eyes shining with devotion. This caused them to frown in worry, believing Eric and his sister are victims of the cult and it's leader.

 

"Do you both have a licenses?" Midnight asked, trying to change the topic, before Aizawa, or his chaotic class could jump in and harass the two.

 

"We don't need one." Ariel says, shocking them.

 

"Yes, you do." Aizawa growled as he glared at them. He didn't feel it safe for his students to ride a boat with two people that didn't have a license.

 

"On our island, which is seen as a separate country, you don't need a licenses to drive a ship." She explained, flexing her wings. "Adam doesn't care, as long you know how to drive."

 

They stared at her in utter horror, because it means, that the people of Paradise, are driving without licenses, breaking so many laws.

 

"Anyways, we should get going." Eric jumps in, placing a hand on his sister's shoulder. "We understand, you don't feel safe, given we don't have a licenses, but laws are different in so many different laws."

 

"Yeah, we don't see you, heroes, going into those countries to arrest anyone." Ariel sneered at them, her wings flexing.

 

Aizawa and Vlad glared at her, but All Might smiled and nodded his head, understanding.

 

"They are right! Many places in the world, have different laws." He then turned to the students. "Now, lets get on the boat, young ones." He ushered the students onto the boat with his co-workers following him.

 

"All Might." Vlad whispered to him, catching his attention. "Why are you being nice to these villains?" He asked, wanting to know why his co-worker was being nice.

 

"Vlad, we have no idea what their powers are, beside the lady with wings, but, like young Hawk's quirk, it could be a mutation." Midnight whispered back to him. "We can't anger them."

 

"Midnight is right." Aizawa whispered back. "We have to lay low."

 

Vlad looked at them in shock, but nodded his head.

 

They get on the ship and noticed more people in strange uniforms.

 

"Whoa!" Mina exclaims in wonder. "They look so cool!" She gushed over how cool the people looked in their black, white, and dark grey uniforms, along with their cool looking helmets that had horns.

 

"Oh, those are some of the soldiers." Eric says with a friendly smile. A few of the soldiers looked over at the UA students/teachers, before going back to what they were doing.

 

"Whoa, that was rude!" Tenya gasped, seeming offended, but no one listened to him.

 

The ship's ramp lifts and setting sail towards  the island. They all were allowed to do whatever they pleased, so most of them went about to check out the ship.

 

Group one, walked around the ship, until they found a fancy looking door and noticed the word "Adam's Room. DO NOT ENTER!" And they remembered that was the name of the Leader of Paradise.

 

"Jiro keep a look out." Momo whispered to her girlfriend, who nodded her head, while Shiozaki used her quirk to open the door from the inside, and they went into the room, while Jiro kept a look out.

 

They looked around the office, at all the luxurious sofas, tables, bookshelves, paintings, swords, a glob, then there was a fnacy-looking cross.

 

"Whoa! They must be SUPER rich!" Uraraka says as she drools and breaths heavily. Her friends looked at her, chuckling.

 

Shiozaki notices a flower incased in a glass container, much likes the rose from "Beauty and the Beast"

 

It was radiating a soft glow, as if illuminated from within. It's petals, reminiscent of starlight, shimmer with a delicate, otherworldly luminescence, each other capturing and reflecting the light from the windows of the ship.

 

Tiny, glistening dewdrops cling to the edges of the petals, like captured starlight, adding a touch of delicate beauty and enhancing the magical aura of the bloom. The flower's colors are delicate and soft, like a pastel painting, with hints of gold and silver highlighting the flower's otherworldly beauty.

 

Its a flower she's never have seen before, not even in books.

 

"I've never seen a flower like this before." She inspects the flower as Uraraka walks over to her. 

 

"It's called Aetheglow." They hear a young voice and turned to see a young boy, their age, walk over to them. He had green hair, forest green eyes, and freckles adored his cheeks.

 

'Where the hell did he come from?' Momo thought in worry as she glanced over at the door, Jiro, still standing in watch. 'Was he in here the whole time?' She thought, worried about being caught breaking into a room they weren't supposed to be in.

 

"That flower was a gift from my father to his his ex-wife." The boy explains as he walks over to the flower. "According to him, he was stubborn, acting quite...well, like a dick." He snickered, confusing them. "And because of that, she fell in love with an snake that took advantage of her lack of knowledge and whisked her away."

 

"Wait, took advantage of he lack of knowledge?" Momo mumbles, frowning with worry.

 

"Yes, according to my father, when him and his ex-wife were created, they were left to their own devices, only being told that they were equals and that they needed to...procreate." He explained, causing them to cringe in disgust.

 

"Who the hell would say that to anyone!?" Toru shouts, disgusted by the story.

 

The boy shrugs his shoulders, not bothering to tell them. "Anyway, my father admits that, because of that, he acted like a dick to her and demanded for her obedience, and it drove her away. She ran into the arms of some man that took advantage of her lack of knowledge, feeding her thoughts of...well freedom, which he admits was good, but here is where the problem lies."

 

"What is wrong with freedom?" Momo asked in a whisper, a frown on her face. Thinking of her parents and how they parent her.

 

"Because, my father was given a new wife, made by his rib." Shiozaki perks up to that part, her eyes wide. 

 

"Wait, his rib?" Kendo mumbled, her hand reaching up to her own ribs. "How is that even possible?" She asked.

 

"Probably human experiments." Kiriashima snarls, his fists clenched in anger, not liking this story already.

 

"Anyway." The boy cuts in, gaining their attention. "My mother was made to be loyal to my father, given the same responsibly that Lilith had, but her and my father shared them, seeing as he had learned from his mistakes."

 

"Is your mother named...Eve?" Shiozaki asked, her eyes wide with a hint of disapproval.

 

"Oh, how did you know?" The boy asked with a kind smile.

 

"Because, that's the story of Adam and Eve...you know...from the bible." She said, crossing her arms, frowning with judgement.

 

"Whoa! Seriously?" Kiriashime exclaims, looking back over at the boy. "That's not cool bro! Lying is not cool." He scolded the boy.

 

This caused him to frown. "I understand that not everyone will believe me, but my parents ARE Adam and Eve from the story." He explained, shocking them.

 

"I mean, aren't we all?" Shiozaki huffed. "We're all related to them, but to claim they are you directly related to them."

 

"Oh...I'm not related to Adam by blood." The boy corrected himself, his smile returning. "My mother created me, much like how my father created the soliders. She was lonely and missed having kids." He explained, shocking them. "My father just adopted me."

 

"But how could Eve, the mother of humanity be your mother?" Shiozaki chanalged him, arrowing her eyes on him. "She is WAY over million years old! Like EONS old!!"

 

"Well, that's because my mother escaped Hell to live on Earth." The boy blurts out with a straight face. As if what he just said, didn't sound insane. 

 

"Hell?" Momo sighed as she shook her head. "I find it concerning that so many people of this island are believing such...things." She sighed.

 

Both the boy and Shiozaki glared at her, causing her to tense up.

 

"What does that mean?" Shiozaki sneered, looking offended at what Momo had said.

 

"No, that's not...I didn't mean...you know, I didn't mean it like that!" Momo stuttered, despretly trying to fix her mistake.

 

"Look." They looked back over at the boy, his eyes almost glowing an otherworldly toxic green. "I understand that it might look that way on the outside, but we're not a damn cult." He spat.

 

"But you claim your mother...magically made you and that she's Eve." Uraraka chimes in, trying to be patience with him and not upset him. "Then you claim that your step-dad is Adam."

 

The boy huffed in annoyance as he rolled his eyes. "Why does it matter to you, who we worship?" He asked, crossing his arms.

 

"It's just...we are worried for the people of Paradise." Kendo jumps in, trying to convince the boy that they were right. 

 

"It sounds like a cult to me." Kiriashima cuts in, crossing his arms. "How do you know the leader and court aren't just using you?" He asked, sounding worried.

 

"The leader and court aren't who worship." The boy narrowed his eyes on them all. "They are much like your government. We worship God of course."

 

At that, Shiozaki's body relaxed as her eyes widen with excitement. "Oh! Your Christans!" She exclaims, sounding happy.

 

The boy smiled as he nodded his head. "Yes! We only respect the leader and court, because it was the leader who created the sanctuary and the court keeps us safe!" He exclaims. Both him and Shiozaki grasp hands, smiling at each other, sparkles between them.

 

"MY EYES!" Urarauke exclaims as she covers her eyes.

 

"Wait, then what the hell was that talk about your mother creating you and your step-dad being the first man!?" Kiriashima asked, sounding exhausted.

 

"Oh, because that was true." The boy answered, glancing over at him. "My mother escaped Hell due to Lucifer hrassing her, and she hid her true self, scared he might find her. But then she got...baby-fever and created me, and because of that, I was born without a quirk." He explained, shocking them. "My mother found out about the sanctuary and reached out to the leader, and when we arrivied, she reunited with her husband, Adam, the first man."

 

Shiozaki stared at him in utter disbelief. Now, knowing the people of Paradise were Christans, she couldn't help, but believe him now.

 

"Okay, that's it." Momo sighed as she grabbed Shiozaki by her arm, dragging her away from the boy.

 

"Wha! No!" She whined, reaching out for the boy. He just stood there, his eyes wide with confusion.

 

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Everyone was now on the dock of the ship, looking at the golden barrier of the island, staring at it in either awe, or suspicion.

 

"What is this?" Aizawa asked, gesturing to the barrier.

 

"That would be, Adam's barrier." One of the soliders answered, a spear in her hand, her body tense, as if she was prepare for a fight, if one broke out, and it worried him. 

 

"Is the ship able to get through it?" All Might asked, a little worried.

 

"The gates will open for us, because we're on the ship with you." She answered, gesturing towards the other soliders. "Oh, we're here."

 

Aizawa and Midnight spun around and their eyes widened at the sight of two giant, pearly white doors. The only problem...is that the gate was high up, there was no ladder, or stairs. No way for them to get through the barrier.

 

"How are we going to get through the gates, if ther so high up?" Midnight asked in an annoyed tone.

 

"Lady Ariel has that covered." She answered, confusing them even more. Suddenly, there was loud machinery sounds that echoed all around them.

 

"Whoa, what's that!?" Denki shouts as he looked around in confusion and fear, as the boat started to shake.

 

"Are villains attacking!?" Toru whined as she clung to her boyfriend.

 

"No, the wings are coming out." The solider answered, confusing them.

 

Aizawa opened his mouth to ask something, but then he watched as two wings extended out from the sides of the boat, feathers adored them, making them look like angel wings.

 

"Whoa! That's so cool!" Mina exclaims in awe.

 

To their surprise, the wings started to flap, lifting the ship out of the water and into the air.

 

"Whoa! We're flying!" Monoma shouts in awe, running over to the railing of the ship to look down at the water below.

 

The ship flew over to the barrier, reaching the gates. They opened, allowing the ship to enter, revealing a otherworldly glorious island.

 

There weren't many cities or large buildings, more like huts with small neighbors, dirt paths, and most of the island appeared to be farms.

 

Aizawa looked over at the solider, his eyes narrowed. "Can you explain how this ship is flying?" He demanded.

 

The solider glanced over at him with narrowed eyes on her LED mask. "Adam made the ship." Was her only answer.

 

Aizawa glared at her in annoyance. "Can you tell me how this ship was built?" He demanded again. "This type of techology would be very useful for us heroes." 

 

"And like I told you." She sneered at him, clutching her spear tighter. "Adam made this ship with his powers. So, there is no way for you to built it." She snapped at him.

 

Vlad walked up to her, frowning. "Miss, this is obviously made by technology and could be useful for everyone!" He insisted, which clearly only annoyed her even more.

 

"And I already told you that this ship wasn't built with technology." She snapped, lifting her spear, which caused them both to tense up, both prepared to use their quirks to take her down, if she attacked them.

 

"What is going on over here?" They all paused as they turned to see Ariel making her way over to them, her wings flared out, showing her anger.

 

"Lady Ariel." The soldier's body got into a tense stance as she lowered her spear. "These idiots kept bothering me about the ship and demanding on knowing how it was made." She informed the wing-woman.

 

Aizawa, Midnight, and Vlad glared at her, annoyed that she had the audacity to call them idiots, when she was claiming someone made this ship with powers.

 

Ariel groaned in annoyance, turning her attention to the heroes. "Really, can you not harass the soldiers?" She spat.

 

"Oi!" She turned her gaze on Katsuki, who stormed over them, his eyes narrowed on her. "We're here to help your pathic island becuase you dumbasses fell under villains control!"

 

Both Ariel and the solider sneered at him. Ariel, flexing her wings, her green eyes, glowing and looking a toxic green.

 

The solider, clenched her spear, her own wings flexing as an eye on her LED mask glitched, making it look like it twitched.

 

"You asked a question, and Lute here has already answered." Ariel spat as she gestured over to the solider next to her. "Also, our island isn't pathic, nor is it ran by villains. Just because you believe our leader and his court is a cult, doesn't mean shit to us." She sneered at the three heroes. "Let's not forget, you are GUEST, meaning we can kick you out any time we want." She threatened.

 

They tensed up at this, knowing they needed to stay to investigate and report back to HPSC, so they nodded their heads, agreeing.

 

"We apologize." Aizawa said as he grabbed Katsuki, dragging him away as he shouted death threats, popping small explosions.

 

Ariel sighed in annoyance, running a hand down her face. "Do you think Adam will be okay once meeting them?" Lute asked, gesturing over to the retreating heroes and the screaming Pomeranian.

 

"Oh, poor Adam!" Ariel whined in a teasing tone. "His poor ears will probably bleed when they speak." Lute snickered, covering it up with a cough. "I'm more worried for the heroes, especially if they disrespect Lady Eve." 

 

Lute only laughed some more as the ship lowers to the water once more, getting closer to the docks.

 

"I guess, we're about to see." She said as she glanced at the dock from below, seeing both Adam and Eve standing. "They are definitely waiting for Izuku, not the heroes." She snickered, making Ariel laugh as well.

 

They both couldn't wait to see how the heroes fuck everything up.

Chapter 7: A Wife's Fury

The Hazbin hotel lobby, usually a chaotic mess of unredeemed souls, was surprisingly quiet. Well, as quiet as it could be with Niffty meticulously polishing a spot on the ceiling, clinging as she cackled.

 

Charlie was bouncing on the balls of her feet, a pristine, vintage-style suitcase in one hand. It looked like it held enough glitter and song-books for a month-long peace summit.

 

Next to her, Angel Dust leaned casually against a surprisingly sturdy-looking pile of pink and white luggage, each bag overflowing with boas and what could only de described as a glitter cannon.

 

"Are you SURE you guys don't want to pack anything?" Charlie asked, her brow furrowed with concern as she looked at the rest of the crew. "It's Earth! There...so many amazing things to see!" She exclaims with a grin.

 

Vaggie crossed her arms, a determined frown on er face. "Babe, while I love how excited you are...we're not going for a vacation." She reminds her girlfriend as gently as she could, not wanting to destroy her excitement. "We're going to put a stop to Adam." 

 

Alastor adjusted his bowtie, a wide, unsettling grin fixed on his face. "Indeed, my dear! We merely need to present our case. A few well-chosen words, perhaps a demonstration of...persuasion."

 

Husk just snorted, taking a long swig of his cheap booze. "Yeah, persuasion." He said sarcastically. "More like demon-style chaos, if I know you."

 

Niffty, now scurrying across the floor, piped up. "Do they have bugs on Earth?" She asked with a wide grin. "I hope they have LOTS of bugs!" She exclaims, her eye wide and bloodshot as she cackled.

 

Lucifer, looking surprisingly focused for once, clapped his hands together.

 

A shimmering, black portal swirled into existence in the center of the lobby, the air around it crackling with raw, angelic energy. Though it, a glimpse of a bustling, vibrant world could be seen. Concrete buildings, honking cars, and bright, indifferent sunlight.

 

"Alright, folks." He announced, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Showtime. Let's go convince some humans that Heaven are a bunch of jackasses!" She cheers.

 

Angel whistled. "Looks a lot less fiery than I thought. You sure this is the right place, short stuff?" 

 

Charlie, her eyes wide with a mix of trepidation and fierce hope, clutched her suitcase tighter. "This is it. This is our chance."

 

And with that, the king of Hell led his motley crew, two of whom were ridiculously over-packed, into the unknown.

 

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The swirling light of Lucifer's portal spat the Hazbin Hotel crew out onto what felt like incredibly smooth, unyielding ground. Charlie stumbled slightly, her suitcase clattering beside her.

 

As the shimmering subsided, they found themselves...surrounded by towering, brightly lit structures that scraped the sky. Vibrant neon signs flashed in a language none of them understood. Cars that hummed instead of roared zipped along wide, clean roads. People bustled past, many talking into their phones.

 

"What in the Nine Circles?" Cherri breathed, her hand instinctively reaching for a bomb, only to find it was empty.

 

"This...isn't what I expected Earth to look like." Charlie said, her initial optimism wavering slightly.

 

Angel, however, seemed instantly intrigued. "Whoa, check out the treads on those dames! And all the shiny things!" He tried to snag a passing woman's sequined bag, but his hand passed right through her. "Huh? What gives?"

 

Suddenly, a young man with large, rabbit-like ears hopped past them, carrying a bag overflowing with what looked like carrots. A moment later, a woman with long, prehensile vines for hair gracefully weaved through the crowd.

 

Alastor's grin widened, his static crackling. "Well, well, well! Look at this fascinating collection of...individuals! Clearly, Adam has a rather...unconventional method of ruling this realm. These must be the truly wicked, allowed to roam freely amongst the normal folk."

 

Lucifer's smile tightened, his eyes narrowed as he watched and rabbit-eared man disappear into the crowd. He saw another figure with skin that seemed to shimmer like fish scales hurrying into a nearby building.

 

"These...sinners?" He growled, his voice low. "He's just letting them...live likes this? Amongst the humans?" he clenched his fists, his usual playful demeaner vanishing. "That sanctimonious PEACOCK!" He shouted, catching some attention from people walking by. "To think he lords over Earth while allowing damned souls to just...wander around? It's!"

 

Husk took another swing from his flask, unimpressed. "Maybe they're not sinners, toots. Maybe Earth's just...weird." He suggested, glancing at a woman who emitting wind from her...hands, to fan herself.

 

"Weird is an understatement!" Niffty exclaimed, pointing at a giant screen displaying colorful animated characters. "Look at the big bug-eyed things!"

 

Charlie, ever the optimist, tried to smooth things over. "Maybe there's a reason or this? Maybe these...people with unique features...are being reformed? Like we're trying to do?" She nervously suggested.

 

Lucifer scoffed, his anger clearly bubbling beneath the surface. "Reformed? On Earth? Don't be naive, Charlie." She recoiled from her father, looking hurt that she had said that to him, in that tone.

 

Lucifer's eyes widened in horror, feeling guilt for speaking to his daughter like that. "I-I'm sorry, but...this is Adam's twisted idea of order, I can feel it." He insisted. "And I will not stand for him letting MY people run wild up here like stray dogs!" He proclaimed.

 

The Hazbin crew stood bewildered in the middle of what they now realized was a very alien, very vibrant city, their assumptions about Adam's rule and the nature of Earth shattered before they'd even had a chance to unpack.

 

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The boat finally docks and the heroes get off, walking over the two people waiting for them.

 

The man and woman that stood before the heroes.

 

The man was tall, being about ten feet, short, slightly-messy, cedar-brown hair, Golden-yellow eyes that have dark bags underneath, a stubble-beard on his chin. He also appears to have a pair of large, golden wings on his back. He was wearing a long white and golden robe that appears to have a large "A" emblazoned on the front, and has gold-tipped spikes on the back of his collar. He also appears to be wearing a golden wedding ring on the middle finger of his right hand.

 

The woman was almost just as tall, only shorter than the man about a foot, so she was about nine feet. Her hair was a long, wavy, dark green, her eyes were vibrant, forest green. She was wearing a long white and purple rope that appears to have a large "E" emblazoned on the front. She was also wearing a golden wedding ring on the middle finger of her left hand.

 

"Greetings! My name is Eve, wife of Adam." The woman said as she bowed to the heroes. She then looked over at the man, narrowing her eyes. "Adam." She hissed his name, causing the man to groan.

 

"Hey, my name's Adam, the first man, original dick!" He introduced himself, causing all the girls to recoil as their faces cringes in disgust, while Shiozaki's eyes were wide as she practically trembled in excitement.

 

"That's Adam?" Mina whispered to the girls in her class, a frown on her face. "Aizawa was right. He's very delusion." The other girls nodded their heads in agreement.

 

"Dad!" They all paused as they turned to see a young boy with green hair hoping off of the boat.

 

"Oh, pipsqueak!" Adam's whole mood did a FULL 180. The scowl on his face, vanished in a blink of an eye, his eyes wide with excitement. "How was the trip, kiddo?" He asked.

 

"Oh, it was interesting." The boy answered as he walked over to the adults, a smile plastered on his face. "Tell me, did my girls get into any trouble while I was gone?" He asked, confusing the heroes.

 

The woman giggled with a smile. "Oh, of course they did, Zuzu." She ruffled his hair, causing him to whine. She then turned back to the heroes. "Now, please follow my husband and I, we'll take you all to your rooms." 

 

The man scooped Izuku over his shoulder, causing him to whine.

 

"Whoa! Hey!" Aizawa shouts, his eyes wide as he reached up for his capture weapon. Only for him to freeze when a spear is pointed directly as his neck.

 

"I wouldn't try that, if i were you." Someone growled and Aizawa looked down to find a short solider, her LED mask sneering at him as she pointed a spear at his neck. "Word of advice. While you're hear, you can't play "hero" and evoke your laws on us." She spat.

 

Aizawa opened his mouth, but he was cut off by a whistle, which caused the young soldier to tense up and lowered her spear.

 

"Well, we better get a move on." She sneered at him one last time, before swiftly turning around and following after the three.

 

"Aizawa, are you okay?" Midnight asked as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "I swear, if she hurt you, I'm gonna-"

 

"You're not doing anything." He hissed at her as he glared. "If you were to attack, whatever power this leader has, could practically wipe us all out." 

 

She sighed as she nodded her head and they quickly followed after them with the rest of the heroes.

 

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They had just walked, what felt like hours, down a dirt path, and FINALLY reached the school. The heroes stared up at the school in shock, awe, and suspicious.

 

The school looked like a palace.

 

It is primarily constructed of gleaming white marble, which gives it a pristine, luminous quality. And the white marble is complemented by intricate golden accents that seem to highlight architectural details, arches, and railings, adding to it's regal and ethereal presence.

 

The most striking features are the humorous large stained glass windows, which seem to depict vibrant biblical and angelic scenes, filling the interior with a kaleidoscope of colors when light passes through.

 

The ceilings are soaring and vaulted, further emphazing the grand scale of the building, and supported by ornate columns. And it appear the school also incorporates serene courtyards within it's structure, featuring lush green lawns, small trees, and decorative fountains, providing tranquil spaces.

 

Along with that, the school had floating islands, with the same structures as the school on them.

 

Mina squeals as she pulls out her phone to take photos of the school in awe. "It like straight out a story book!" She exclaims in awe.

 

Aizawa looked over at her with an annoyed frown. "This isn't good, Mina." He hissed, causing her smile to fall as she lowered her phone. "This makes our mission more difficult." 

 

"Oi!" They all jumped as they looked up at the front of the path, to see the man glaring at Aizawa. "You don't go to be a dick to the kid." He seethed as he put Izuku down. "Let the kid be a damn kid." 

 

Mina's eyes widened, not expecting him to defend her like that, but it made her feel...happy.

 

"You have no right to tell me how to teach my students." Aizawa hissed as he glared at the man. 'He's such a fucken hypnotic. Telling me how to teach my students, when he's the one who's abusing his.' He thought in annoyance, not liking that he got praitcally scolded.

 

Adam clicked his tongue as he turned away from Aizawa, mumbling something under his breath, which sounded like cusses.

 

They walked through the garden, where at the center of the garden, sat a enormous, apple tree that had vibrant, sparkling red apples.

 

"Whoa!" Urarake exclaims as she stared at the tree in awe. "Look at that tree!" She pointed over to the tree, catching everyone's attention.

 

"Whoa! That tree is huge!" Denki exclaims as he looked at the tree in awe.

 

"Oh, that tree is off limits." Adam blurts out, a serious expression on his face. They looked at him in shock and confusion.

 

"What? Why is it off limits?" Midnight asked. "Is it poisonous?" She narrowed her eyes on Adam, hoping this man didn't have a poisonous tree near kids.

 

"How could an APPLE be poisonous?" Adam asked in a condescending tone, causing Midnight to sneer at him. "No, the tree is just off-limits, that's all you need to know."

 

The pro-heroes, and Katsuk narrowed their eyes on him, not trusting that at all. "Fucken tell us, you fat chicken!" Katsuki demanded as smoke billowed from his hands.

 

"KATSUKI!" Eve shouted, causing the boy's quirk to stop as he stared at her in utter shock. "You don't EVER insult my husband like that ever again!" She hissed as her eyes glowed a vibrant, toxic green.

 

"W-What?" Katsuki choked out as he stared at the woman in horror. "A-Aunt Inko!" He exclaims, causing his friends to gasp in horror. "What do you mean HUSBAND!? Why did you marry this...villain!?" He demanded, pointing an accusing finger at Adam.

 

Who's face scrunch up as his eyes looked offended at what Katsuki had called him.

 

"Adam is NOT a villain! He risked everything to make a safe place for the Quirkless to live without being discriminated against, so I won't hear you fuckers calling him a villain!" She hissed while the palms of her hands started to glow purple.

 

Katsuki stared at her hands in utter shock and confusion. Because, the time he checked, his aunt had a very weak telekinesis quirk, not...whatever this is.

 

While Adam stared at his wife with love and devotion in his eyes. It was clear he was happy that she was defending him.

 

"Now, Adam has told you all not to go near the damn tree, that is the end of the fucken discussion." She sneered at them, her voice harsh, almost like a mother scolding her children.

 

It caused all of them to tense up and nod their head, showing that they all understood, and it caused her to calm down.

 

"Good, now, let's get moving." She huffed as she turned and walked off.

 

Adam stared at his wife, staring at her ass as she stomped off. "God, what a perfect ass." He said, causing the girls to recoil in disgust.

 

"I know right." Mineta sighs in bliss, staring at Eve's ass as well.

 

Adam's head snapped in his direction, his golden eyes glowing as he glared at him. "That's my wife, you dipshit." He growled, which caused Mineta to trembling in fear.

 

Aizawa sighed as he wrapped his capture weapon around the boy. "I have to apologize for his behavior." He sighed out, getting tired of Mineta's shit. "I wish I could expel him already, but his parents donate a lot of money to the school." He explained, hoping it could defend themselves.

 

But that only made Adam sneer at him in disgust. "You're telling me, you are allowing this piece of shit to stay at your hero, near those girls, all because his parents are...what...shoving money in your faces?" 

 

Aizawa recoiled at the jab, but he couldn't defend himself, as he knew...it was true. 

 

Adam scoffed as he turned back around. "Word of advice then, that type of shit doesn't fly in my school. So...keep him under control." He then started walking, causing the others to follow after him.

 

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They find themselves in a different part of the school, it looked like a dorm building with many different rooms.

 

"These are the dorms. We cleared a sections for you guys, so none of you are forced to share." Eve explained with a kind smile, causing the girls to sigh in relief. "Normally boys and girls are in different dorm buildings, but we felt you wouldn't be...comfortable with being so far apart."

 

"That would be correct. Thank you for putting that into consideration." All Might thanked her with a smile.

 

"Breakfast is at 10:00 and someone will come fetch you to show you all to the cafeteria. Other than that, you are free to do whatever you want until then." Adam said as wrapped an arm around Eve's waist while tossing the keys over to Aizawa. "Let's get going, Eve." He starts to head out with Izuku following behind.

 

"Wait!" KAtsuki shouted, causing them to stop and turn to him. "A-Aunt Inko, has this guy hurt you in any way and-"

 

"That's enough." Izuku hissed as he glared at Katsuki, which surprised the boy. "My mother is happy with her husband, leave her alone." He demanded. 

 

"But did you not hear how she introduced herself to us!?" Uraraka pleaded, worry plastered on her face. "She introduced herself as just his wife!"

 

"That's because I am." Eve cuts in, annoyance plastered on her face. "I have no other title here, as I don't do anything. Not because Adam doesn't let me, but because, what would I do?" 

 

Everyone stared at her in utter disbelief, not understanding why she would talk about herself like that.

 

"You are the mother of humanity, you are amazing." Adam whispered against his wife's head, wrapping his arms around her waist, causing her to giggle while she blushed. "Anyway, we better get going before Michael kills the seagull." 

 

"Huh? Why would he?" Eve asked, confusion written on her face.

 

"Because Michael just found out she snuck into his room last night and painted the walls neon pink." Adam chuckles.

 

"Oh! Being here on Earth is helping her relax and have fun!" Izuku's mood did a full 180 as he turned to his father with an excited grin, following his parents out the door.

 

Leaving the heroes utterly confused.

 

"Who the fuck name's their kid...seagull?" Vlad mutters with a frown.

 

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The vibrant chaos of Tokyo assaulted the Hazbin Hotel crew's senses. Neon signs blazed in a language they couldn't decipher, the air hummed with unfamiliar energy, and the sheer density of people was overwhelming.

 

Charlie, despite her confusion, tired to maintain a hopeful smile. "Okay, team." She said, trying to be heard over the din of a passing vehicle. "Let's just try to talk to some people, see if they know anything about...well, anything unusual."

 

Angel, ever the opportunist, sauntered towards a young woman with delicate, glowing butterfly wings fluttering from her back. "Hey there, sugar cheeks! Nice wings. You from here...or down there." He pointed down to the ground.

 

The winged-woman blinked at him, a look of mild confusion on her face. "Down there? What do you mean? I've lived in Tokyo my whole life." She adjusted her purse and politely side-stepped him.

 

Lucifer, meanwhile, had spotted a man whose arms had elongated into whip-like tendrils, effortlessly snagging a can from a vending machine several feet away, while making sure no one noticed him.

 

His face darkened. 'That's it! That's proof of Adam's mismanagement!' He thought in anger as he strode purposefully towards the man, his voice booming with royal authority, completely out of place admis the polite chatter of the Tokyo street. "You, demon!"

 

The man jumped as he dropped the can, his eyes wide in utter horror while looking over at Lucifer. "By order of the Morningstar, you will cease this charade and return to your rightful place in Hell!" He demanded.

 

The man's fear vanished as he stared at Lucifer in utter confusion. "Uh...are you talking to e?" He asked, pointing to himself.

 

"Of course, I'm talking to you!" Lucifer snapped, gesturing at his elongated limbs. "That grotesque display! That is not the way of the mortals! You are clearly a damned soul allowed to roam free! Prepare yourself to be returned to the fiery pits!" He took a step forward, his aura beginning to flicker with barely suppressed demonic energy."

 

The man's eyes narrowed on him, clutching his soda tightly. "Don't tell me, you're one of those...cultist from Paradise?" He asked with a sneer of disgust.

 

Lucifer paused as he stared at the man in utter confusion. "Paradise? What is that?" He asked.

 

The man's anger seem to vanish as he sighed in relief. "Oh, thank god, you're just a nut-job." 

 

Lucifer's eyes widened in utter disbelief, before he blushed in embarrassment and anger. "N-Nut-job!?" He sputtered, utterly aghast. "I have you know, I am Lucifer Morningstar, the king of-"

 

Vaggie quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, pulling him back with surprising strength. "Ignore him! He's...having a bad day. We're just tourists!" She explained while dragging Lucifer away.

 

Alastor's static-laced laughter echoed softly. "Oh, this is simply delightful! Our esteemed ruler, mistaken for a...quirky mortal! the irony is simply scrumptious!"

 

"Quirky?" Lucifer repeated, pulling Vaggie's hand away. "They think I'm...a NUT-JOB!" He whined, not liking that he was looked at like he was the insane one

 

Husk, leaning against a brightly colored advertisement for something called All Might, muttered. "Told ya it was weird."

 

Charlie wrung her hands, her diplomatic instincts kicking in despite the utter confusion. "Maybe...maybe these...mutations, aren't a sign of being a sinner here? Maybe it's just...different?"

 

Lucifer shook his head, denying that. "No, God...father...he wouldn't have granted the humans such...abilities, especially without-" He froze, remembering that his father hasn't talked to him in eons, not after he was banished out of Heaven and into Hell.

 

"Maybe...you're right." He whimpered, his gazed on the ground, tears prickling his eyes, as he realized how much his father stopped loving him. "The man...he also said something strange."

 

"Oh, what did he say?" Alastor asked, tilting his head to the side, his smile turning into a smirk as his eyes scrunched up.

 

"He asked if I was from Paradise, and by his tone...that doesn't seem like a good thing." Lucifer explained with a frown. "Maybe...maybe Adam's in Paradise." He suggested, his face cringing in disgust as he said it.

 

"To the library!" Angel cheers as he grabs Husk's arm and drags him off.

 

"Angel! Don't run off like that!" Charlie says in worry as they all chase after him, heading to the library...who whatever building looks like a library.

Chapter 8: The Clash of Worldviews

Emily and Sera were walking down a hallway, having been sent to escort the heroes by Adam, who had warned them about what Katsuki had said to Eve, about her being brainwashed into loving him.

 

"I have no idea why they would excuse Adam of such things. Do you, Sera?" Emily asked, glancing over at her sister.

 

Sera was frowning, her expression tight with a mix of annoyance and disappoiment. "It's because, according to Lady Eve, she was once going by Midoryia Inko, the boy's aunt. When she left, she had found out, the boy was bullying Izuku, and had severely injured his arm." She answered.

 

Emily's eyes widened as her hands flew to her mouth, in horror. "That was him!?" She shouted, thinking back to Izuku's heavily mangled right arm.

 

Sera doesn't say anything as she nodded her head, just as disturt and upset as her little sister was.

 

They get to the heroes's dorm and knock on the door. The moment it opened, they were assaulted by Katsuki's screaming about them being late.

 

then they were harassed by the one with engines sticking out of his calves. "Is this how this academy works? It's very unporssoal!" He huffed as he waved his arm in a chopping motion.

 

Sera and Emily stared at them, both having different reactions.

 

Sera looked annoyed that she was being scolded by a mortal. While Emily looked embarrassed.

 

"Hello, heroes. My name is Sera Seraphim." Sera introduced herself. "I am the High Seraphim, a member of the court. This here is my little sister, Emily." She gestured down to Emily.

 

She grinned in excitement as she waved her hand excitedly. "Hi! MY name is Emily! But you can call me, Em! Emmy! E! Emme!' She exclaims.

 

All Might stepped forward, a smile on his face. "It is a pleasure to be here. I am Toshinori Yagi, former number One hero and Foundational Heroics Studies teachers of UA." He introduced himself as he stuck out his hand for them to shake.

 

Emily happily took his hand and shook it wildly, causing All Might to cringe slightly.

 

Sera on the other hand, was frowning, looking at him in annoyance.

 

"Miss, Sera?" She looks over at the engine boy, who looked upset about something. "Isn't it unprofessional to have a child playing dress up and-"

 

"Excuse me?" Both Sera and Emily cut him off, staring at him in a mix of confusion and anger.

 

"Those wings! And that halo." Tenya gestures to Emily's wings and halo. "It's very childish and-"

 

"My wings are real." Emily cuts him off as she moves her wings to show them that they were real. "And my halo, it's real too." She reaches up and touches her halo, causing it to pulse.

 

"Oh, my!" Shiozaki exclaims as she clasped her hands together in front of her. "Y-Y-Your angels!" She stepped closer to them, looking excited.

 

Sera's frown turned into a soft smile as she nodded her head, shocking the heroes. "That we are."

 

"If your angels, what are you doing down here, on Earth, and not in Heaven?" Aizawa demanded, narrowing his eyes on them. He didn't like how Sera was lying to Shiozaki, nor did he like how she was brainwashing the younger child, that being Emily.

 

"We're only here to help Adam, for we owe him that." Sera answered, confusing them.

 

"Owe him?" Midnight asked, wanting her to explain.

 

"Adam was the leader of our angel army, and the demons of Hell had...well tried to rebel against Heaven." Sera explained, causing Emily's smile to fall into a frown. "One of the sinners had killed him, and he was re-born here, on Earth."

 

"Whoa, what!?" Denki shouted in utter surprise. "Why would Hell rebel against Heaven?" He asked, totally confused.

 

"Lucifer's wife, Lilith...we actually have no idea why she wanted to attack Heaven, but she gave Sinners power to try and break through our gates, thus we made the hard decision to sign a treaty." Sera explained, with a guilty look on her face, while Emily wrung her hands together. "So, we made a treaty, and in that treaty, we were allowed to send an army down to Hell and exterminate Sinners, every once a year." Sera explained.

 

"WHAT!?" They all shouted in horror, staring at Sera, as if she just said she had bombed all of Shibyua.

 

"B-But...aren't they in Hell? Isn't that...enough?" Uraraka asked, her voice shaking with sadness, wondering how many sinners lost their lives, for the mistakes of others.

 

Emily's frown turned into a small smile. "You remind me of Charlie." She said, sounding happy about that, which shocked them.

 

"Anyway, let's get a move on. "Sera said, turning to walk out of the room.

 

"Let's start with Level One, first, sister." Emily suggested with a smile.

 

Sera smiled as she nodded her head. "That seems like a smart idea, Emily."

 

They head over to a section of the school, that had a name-plate on the top of the doorway, that read "Chastity"

 

"Oh, Chastity!" Shiozaki said in awe. "The opposite of Lust!" This causes the heroes to recoil in disgust, that these people would have something like that in a hero of kids.

 

The angels smiled as Sera nodded her head. "We've separated the school in the level of each Seven Heavenly Virtues." She explained, shocking the others.

 

"How many courses does your school have?" Ojiro asked.

 

"We have the same amount as any normal school, many some more?" Emily answered with a kind smile.

 

They walk down the hall, past so many dorm rooms. "The head of this section is Collin." Sera said. "I will warn you, he's a Cherub, meaning he's going to look...strange to you all, but I guess you're accustomed to...strange." She sighed.

 

They looked at her in utter confusion, before they walked into a classroom, that had twenty students. Each kids was wearing the same style of uniform.

 

The color palette was dominated by pristine, brilliant white or cream, with accents of gold, soft blue, or silver. The fabric looked like a high-quality of soft cotton, that made the uniforms look comfortable.

 

They each whore a tailored, single-breasted blazer in either white or cream color, with golden piping along with lapels and cuffs. The left breast-pocket bore an elegant embroidered school crest, of a stylized design of intertwined golden wings on a radiant cross, with an ethereal halo above it.

 

The shirt underneath was a crisp, long-sleeved button-down shirt in crystal blue. Then there were the bows and bottoms.

 

For the boys, they were wearing a neat tie in a soft celestial blue, with a small, embroidered cross at the bottom. Their pants were tailored trousers in soft grey.

 

For the girls, they were wearing a structured ribbon in their hair, this time, a subtle gold. Their pants, were a-line skirt that fell just below the knee, with the same soft grey.

 

Their shoes were highly polished, simple dress shoes in a light soft, black. No flashy sneakers, or overly casual footwear. Along with white or cream socks, for the boys, and knee-high socks for the girls.

 

The classroom was bathed in soft, diffused light filtering through tall, slender windows, the pristine white walls reflecting a sense of calm. At the front of the class was a small blue...sheep?

 

"G-G-Good morning, students." The blue sheep stuttered, his voice shaking with nervousness. "T-Today, we will be discussing the crucial aspect of self-mastery, p-p-particularly in relation to our i-i-impulses. C-Can anyone remind the class what the Virtue of Chastity truly encompasses within these walls?"

 

A young girl with delicate, almost translucent skin raised her hand. "It's not just about...not doing bad things with our bodies, sir. It's about having control over all our desires and using our energy for good." She answered.

 

"P-P-Precisely, Elara." The teacher smiled. "It extends to our thoughts, our words, and indeed, how we choose to wild the gifts we have been given." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the class. "M-M-Many of you possess remarkable quirks. These are powerful tools, extensions of yourselves. But like any powerful force, they require discipline, intentionally, and what we might call...purity of purpose."

 

A boy with unusually large, expressive hands shifted in his seat. "But, sir, sometimes my quirk just...reacts. It's hard to control."

 

"Which is why you're starting off with this course first, Kenji." The teacher acknowledged. "Think of your quirk as a wild stream. Untamed, it can flood and cause destruction, but with careful channeling and strong banks, it can become a source of energy and life. Chastity, in this context, is learning to build those strong banks within yourselves."

 

He then floated over to another student, his smile becoming less nervous. "Some of you have quirks that manifest physically, others, mentally, and some, like young Hana here." He gestures to the girl, who appears to have rainbow eyes. "Are more subtle, but the principle remains the same. Are you allowing your inherent gifts to be guided by noble intentions, by a desire to serve and uplift? Or are they driven by fleeting desires, by anger, or by greed?"

 

He then gestures to the walls, and the heroes looked and their eyes widened in shock, anger, or horror.

 

Most of the scrolls showed depicted scenes of heroes performing acts of Chastity. 

 

Like when a model agencies has tried to pressure Miriko to do a skimpy shoot, but she had rejected the offer, looking disgusted by them. Or the time, those same agencies tried to pressure Aizawa to model for them, and he glared at them, as if he was going to kill them.

 

But then there were scrolls that showed the heroes who had happily accepted those deals. such as Midnight and Mount Lady.

 

"Observe these examples." the teacher said, a smile plastered on his sheep face. "See how true strength lies not just in power, but in the ability to restrain oneself, to choose the higher path, even when the easier, more impulsive option beckons."

 

Midnight, however, was seething. Her blood ran cold as she listened to the words.

 

'Purity? Self-mastery? Not indulging every whim?' She thought, it sounded like thinly veiled judgement, aimed directly at her entire career and philosophy. As the R-Rated hero, who embraced her sexuality and used it as a tool, she found the implications of the lesson deeply offensive, particularly for the young girls in the room.

 

"Hold on a minute, sweetie." Her voice cuts through, carrying the distinctive, confident purr. 

 

The students, startled, turned their heads, their wide eyes landing on the imposing figures at the back of the room. The teacher, too, paused, a polite, but nervous expression on his sheep face.

 

Midnight stepped forward, ignoring the frantic whispers from her co-workers to chill. Her gaze locked onto the female students, her usual playful demeanor, replaced by a fierce protectiveness.

 

"Girls, listen to me." She declared, her voice resonating with an unexpected sincerity that drew their attention. "What you just heard? About...purity and mastering your bodies? Don't you EVER let anyone tell you that your body isn't yours to control." She hissed, narrowing her eyes on the blue sheep. "And don't you dare let anyone shame you for how you choose to express yourselves, or what you choose to do with your own power."

 

She then threw a pointed look at the blue sheep, who was shaking with fear, but the heroes misinterpret as anger. "Your body, your choices. That's YOUR freedom. Not some idea of purity handed down by someone else trying to tell you how to live your life. If you want to use your body, your quirk, your power...for modeling, for fighting, for anything, that's YOUR decision. Got it?" She smiled warmly at them, hoping her words had effected them.

 

And it sure did...but in the way she wasn't expecting.

 

All the girls stared at Midnight, looking utterly aghast.

 

"But...that's LUST!" One girl shouted, her voice echoing in the classroom, cutting through the silence like a knife.

 

Another girl, recoiled slightly in her seat, a look of profound disgust twisting her features. "Why would we WANT to do that?! That's what people do outside the Garden to...to be selfish and unclean!"

 

A few of the younger girls looked genuinely frightened, shrinking away as if Midnight had just uttered forbidden curses. Their eyes darted to the large, stained-glass windows depicting biblical scenes, as if seeking reassurance from the purity depicted there.

 

"Our bodies are temples, for righteous purpose!" A boy's voice piped up, equally horrified. 

 

While Midnight had only addressed the girls, the lesson of purity was clearly ingrained in everyone.

 

Midnight's confident smile faltered, her expression twisting into confusion. She had expected a rebellious spark, a glimmer of understanding, not...this.

 

"Whoa, whoa, hold on a sec, kids! I'm not telling you to...sin! I'm telling you that your body is your own! That you get to decide how to use it, not some archaic rule-book!" She defended herself, confused on how they had ministered her words.

 

But her words fell on deaf ears, because the kids understood, their teacher wasn't telling them what to do with their bodies. He was just basically begging them to not...well disrespect their own body. 

 

"Our teacher is teaching us about Agape." One girl said, her voice soft but clear. "That's true love, selfless love. What you're talking about like...Epithymia, or Eros, without the pure love. The kind that leads to temptation and...and makes people forget their sacred purpose."

 

The disgust wasn't over or aggressive, it was a deeply ingrained revulsion, as if Midnight had just suggested they all embrace something inherently vile. 

 

Their faces not angry, but genuinely repulsed, their eyes wide with disbelief that an adult, especially one who clearly wasn't from their school, would advocate for something so contrary to everything they were taught was pure and heavenly.

 

Midnight was speechless, a rare occurrence. 

 

This wasn't just a difference of opinion, it was a fundamental clash of values, and these children, raised in Adam's carefully curated, heavenly-themed world, were utterly horrified by her perceived promotion of what they understood to be the ultimate sin of lust.

 

The purity she was as oppressive, they saw as protection, and her message of liberation was perceived as an invitation to corruption.

 

Aizawa's scarf was practically twitching with exasperation as he pulled Midnight aside, far enough from the still-stunned students and the fuming teacher to have a semblance of privacy. 

 

All Might and Vlad hovered awkwardly nearby, clearly unsure how to mediate the impending explosion.

 

"Nemuri." Aizawa began, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "What in the hell was that? Are you completely out of your mind!?" He hissed.

 

Midnight crossed her arms, a defiant set to her jaw. "What was what, Shota? I told those girls the truth. That they own their bodies, and they get to decide what to do with them. No one gets to tell them otherwise." She gestured back at the classroom with a dismissive flick of her hand. "That teacher was practically shaming them for existing! For having power! It was disgusting!"

 

"Shaming them?" Aizawa hissed, running a hand down his face. "Nemuri, they were talking about virtue and self-control! Not once did the teacher shame them. What gave you that impression?" He asked.

 

"Did you not see those scrolls!?" She hissed. "They had scrolls of both me and Mount Lady, shaming us for our choices!" 

 

"So, you told a bunch of KIDS who've clearly been taught a very specific set of values, that they should embrace LUST!?" He hissed back at her, a look of anger and disgust. "Do you have ANY idea how that sounds!?" 

 

"Lust?" Midnight's eyes flashed. "No, Shota, I told them about FREEDOM! I told them that if they want to model, if they want to be confident in their own skin, if they want to use their quirks in a way that feels powerful to them, then that's their right! This school is clearly trying to brainwash them into some repressed, archaic idea of what a woman should be! All that purity nonsense? It's just a way to control them." She insisted.

 

"They called it "Agape" and "Epithymia." Aizawa hissed as he glared at her. "They were talking about different kinds of love, Nemuir! They were utterly horrified." 

 

"Exactly!" Midnight retorted, undeterred. "Horrified that someone would dare suggest they have autonomy over their own bodies! That's not education, that's indoctrination! I don't agree with this whole...Chasity garbage. It's an outdated, sexist concept that just leads to people feeling ashamed of their natural selves. And I wasn't going to stand there and let them fill those girl's heads with that poison!"

 

"No, you fucken dumbass!" Aizawa hissed, his eyes glowing red, which shocked them. "Those girls were horrified you suggested them to basically SIN! Do you understand how much trouble you've just stirred up for us?" 

 

Midnight just scoffed. "Good. Maybe they needed a little stirring. Someone has to remind them that Heaven doesn't mean being a prudish, repressed robot. Especially for those girls."

 

"Can you please repat that?" They all tensed up as they turned to see Sera glaring down at them, many eyes in her hair, were open now, and glaring down at them. "I hope you don't repat that type of behavior in the other Virtues, Miss. Midnight." She hissed in disgust.

 

"O-Okay, we should get a move on." Emily cuts in, trying to defuse the situation.

 

Aizawa sighed as he turned off his quirk. "I must deeply apologize for my co-worker." He apologized, sending a glare at Midnight, who only huffed in annoyance. "It appears she has a different world-view as you." 

 

"That I understand." Sera said as the eyes closed. "But I must ask you to respect OUR world-views." She hissed as she glared at Midnight. "I especially don't apprentice you telling those young girls to basically sin. You do understand their kids...right?"

 

Midnight glared up at her, opening her mouth, ready to defend herself and shame Sera, but Vlad covered her mouth. "W-We understand." He blurts out, causing Sera to calm down.

 

"Good. Let's get a move on." She said as she turned to lead them away from the classroom.

 

"Midnight, on the next Virtue, keep your fucken mouth shut." Aizawa ordered, glaring at her.

 

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The heroes, still reeling from Midnight's unexpected sermon in the Chastity section, were led by their angelic guides deeper into the sprawling pristine complex. They passed through more arched hallways adorned with golden accents and biblical stained glass, the hushed atmosphere a sark contrast to the bustling village outside.

 

Finally, their guides stopped before a set of grand double doors, intricately carved with images of overflowing cornucopias and balanced scale.

 

"This is the Temperance wing." Sera announced. "Here, students learn the importance of moderation and self-restraint in all things."

 

As the doors swung open, the heroes stepped into another bright, airy classroom. Sunlight streamed through a large, circular stained-glass window depicting a figure gently pouring water from one vessel to another.

 

Students, dressed in their familiar uniforms, sat attentively at their desks. But it wasn't the students that made the heroes freeze. It was the teacher.

 

Standing at the front, gesturing animatedly with a small, pointed tail that occasionally flickered behind him, was an...Imp.

 

He was shorter than most of the students, with leathery red skin, large horns, and sharp, intelligent eyes that darted around the room. He wore a scaled-down version of the school uniform, the golden piping a stark contrast to this demonic complexion.

 

"Now, remember, class." The imp teacher squeaked, it's voice surprinsgly clear and authoritative for it's size. "Temperance is not about denial, but about balance. It is the wisdom to know when enough is truly enough. To master your desires, not to extinguish them entirely, but to ensure they serve your higher purpose, rather than enslaving you."

 

The students, a mix of quirked and seemingly un-quirked children, listened intently, some even taking notes.

 

"Consider your quirk, for instance." The imp continued, gesturing with it's tail. "If your power is fire, temperance means knowing when to unleash a controlled flame for warmth, and when to hold back the inferno that would consume everything." 

 

Shoto recoiled slightly, a frown on his face, as he thought about his father, who used his quirk very neglect and had hurt him and his older brother Touya, until it killed the boy.

 

"If your quirk enhances your appetite, temperance means savoring a nutritious meal, not gorging yourself until you are ill. It is the golden mean, the path of moderation in all things." The teacher continued.

 

"Okay, now I've seen everything." Denki mutters as he stared at the Imp in shock and awe.

 

"An...Imp?" Shiozaki whispered in utterly disbelief. "You have Imps teaching kids about Temperance? Are they...re-formed?" She asked, looking up at Sera in awe and concern.

 

Sera softly smiled as she nodded her head. "You see, a couple of days ago, we were informed of Imps getting into the mortal world. We managed to capture this one and give him a second chance." She happily explained.

 

"His name is Moxxie, and he's the most kindest Imp I've ever seen!" Emily exclaims with a smile.

 

Shiozaki was amazed by this, as she was taught that Imps were bacially high-wired to love chaos and violence. She was surprised to see one so...calm and kind.

 

They then moved on to the next Virtue.

 

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The heroes, still reeling from the surreal sight of an Imp teaching Temperance, were guided further into the school's immaculate depths. The next section, dedicated to the virtue of Charity, felt immediately different.

 

The air seemed softer, warmer, and the white marble corridors were adorned with vibrant murals depicting acts of kindness and communal harmony, rather than stern biblical scenes.

 

"Remember, my dearest students." the voice began, clear and earnest, with just a hint of lingering sibilance. "Charity, true Agape, is not merely about giving away what you no longer need. Oh, no! It is about the selfless outpouring of one's very being for the benefit of another, anticipating no reward save the joy of the act itself."

 

They peered into the classroom and the heroes gasped in shock and awe. There stood at the front of the classroom, stood a...snake.

 

He gestured with a gentle movement towards a large, interactive display showing scenes of cooperation and mutual aid. "Think of it, my little angels, when you share your precious quirk to aid a classmate, knowing it might deplete your own energy, when you offer comfort to a friend in distress, setting aside your own worries. When you volunteer your time for the well-being of the Garden, even when no one is watching. That is the very essence of Charity!"

 

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. "An Imp. And now this...snake man? What else are we going to find here?" He shot a weary glance at Vlad. "I'm starting to think this school is a bigger mystery than the island itself."

 

"Sir, is that how you got redeemed?" A child asked, a smile on her face.

 

Pentious smiled as he nodded his head. "That indeed!" He said. "I haven't truly shared how I came to understand this profound truth." This caught everyone's attention, including the heroes. "You see, not long ago, I was...well, I was quite the villain in my previous existence." He admits, shocking the heroes.

 

"So, he was a villain, huh?" Katsuki growled quietly as he glared at Pentious, smoke billowing from his hands, almost as if he was ready to attack the snake.

 

"My heart was consumed by ambition, by a misguided belief that power and fear would bring me fulfillment." Pentious continued, pausing as his now kind eyes seem to look inward. "It took...a rather drastic turn of events for me to see the light."

 

"So...he's reformed." Uraraka sighed in relief, feeling happy that a villain had saw the error of his ways and turned to heroics instead.

 

"I was fighting, you see, in a truly grand battle against forces that sought to bring harm to those I had, unepexactly, come to care for. It was a perilous conflict, filled with noise and fury." He continues, shocking the heroes as his gaze drifted slightly, unfocused, as if reliving the moment.

 

"And then...there was a figure. A being of immense power, wielding a formidable weapon. He was the leader of the opposing forces." His scales seemed to dim just a fraction as he spoke the next words, his voice becoming almost a whisper, yet clear enough for every child to hear. "He...struck me down. With a single, overwhelming blow." 

 

The children in the classroom shifted, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and trepidation. They were used to stories of redemption, but rarely this stark.

 

"In that final moment." Pentious continued, his voice regaining it's gentle strength. "As my very being unraveled, something extraordinary happened. All my desires for power, for vengeance, for control...they simply evaporated. All that remained was a pure, overwhelming feeling of wanting to protect the little bit of good I had found. Or wanting to shield those innocent souls from harm. It was in that absolute selflessness, in that ultimate pact of giving my all, that I...transcended. The next thing I knew, I was in Heaven, bathed in the most incredible, unconditional love I had ever known."

 

He looked back at his students, a genuine, radiant smile illumining his face. "And that, my dear ones, is how I learned the true meaning of Charity. It was not through conquest, but through ultimate surrender and self-sacrifice, that I found my place in Heaven. So, remember, sometimes the greasest gift you can give is your very self, even if it feels like everything is lost."

 

The students seemed mesmerized, some with tears welling in their eyes at the earnestness of his testimony. 

 

Pentious, entirely absorbed in sharing his profound redemption, seemed blissfully unaware of the horror that is etched on the faces on the heroes.

 

"Sometimes, the greatest gift you can give is your very self, even if it feels like everything is lost." Pentious concluded, a beatific smile on his face.

 

Vlad had heard enough. He pushed himself off the wall, his heavy boots thudding softly on the polished floor as he strode forward, his gaze fixed on Pentious.

 

The students, sensing the shift in atmosphere, turned to look at the new arrival, their wide eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

 

"That's a load of absolute garbage." Vlad's voice rumbled, cutting through the peaceful air. It wasn't a shout, but it carried the weight of his conviction, making several of the smaller students flinched.

 

Pentious, startled, coiled back slightly, his redeemed expression replaced by a look of bewildered hurt. "Pardon me, sir? I was merely conveying the profound truth of selfless love, as I experienced it."

 

"Selfless love?" Vlad scoffed, planting his feet firmly. "You're teaching these kids to be doormats! To throw themselves away for anyone who ask, regardless of the cost to themselves. You're telling them that the only way to be good, is to utterly obliterate their own needs, their own well-being, their own sanity!" He gestured wildly at the murals of communal harmony. "This isn't charity! This is brainwashing them into becoming martyrs with a smile!" He spat as he glared at the snake.

 

The students gasped as they looked horrified, their eyes darting between their beloved teacher, and the furious hero.

 

"But...but it led to my redemption!" Pentious protested, his voice rising slightly in distress. "It was the path to true light!"

 

"And what about THEIR path?" Aizawa retorts, his voice laced with a raw anger that steamed from a deep-seated concern for the young lives. "What about the mental scars that come from constantly putting everyone else first until there's nothing left of you? You're telling them to sacrifice their very selves, their dreams, their mental heath, for a vague greater good, that sounds suspiciously like servitude!" 

 

"That's not strength, that's weakness dressed up as Virtue! You're teaching them to be damaged for the sake of others, and that's a dam disservice to every single one of these children!" All Might joined in, all ganging up on the poor snake.

 

Aizawa then to the stunned students. "Alright, listen up." His voice was flat, devoid of the passion Vlad had just displayed, yet it commanded immediate attention. "Forget all that. Forget "Selfless sacrifice" and "giving until there's nothing left" That's a quick way to get yourself killed, or worse, to become a burden on others." 

 

His eyes, usually half-lidded, narrowed slightly as he surveyed the young faces. "You have quirks. You're special. And that means you have to prioritize yourselves. Your safety. Your mental health. Your survival." He gestured vaguely around the classroom. "No one else is going to look out for you the way you need to. So be selfish. Be self-serving. Learn to protect your interest first. If you don't take care of yourselves, you won't be able to help anyone else anyway. You'll just break."

 

A hush fell over the classroom, ticker than before. The students, already reeling from Vlad's interruption, now faced a completely reversal of the day's lesson from another authority figure.

 

Kendo looked at Aizawa in appall. "Sensei Aizawa!" She exclaimed, her voice firm despite her shock. "How can you tell them that? To be selfish? To care only about themselves?" She gestured emphatically at the bewildered students. "Isn't it a hero's job to make sure others are safe?" She reminded the pro-heroes, causing them to flinch.

 

"It also leads to arrogance...like Bakugou." Denki said as he pointed over to Katsuki.

 

"HUH!? WHAT WAS THAT DUNCE FACE!?" Katsuki shouted, small pops of explosions coming from his raised hand, in a threatening manner. 

 

"See, what I mean?" Denki continued, proving his point.

 

But before Aizawa could respond, Shiozaki, her usual serene expression was replaced by one of profound dismay.

 

"Teachers!" She addressed not just Aizawa, but all of the pro-heroes. "How can you stand there and tell these students such things? To embrace selfishness? That is the path of damnation! To breeds pride, the deadliest of sins! It turns a person inward, away from the divine light and the needs of their fellow beings. If they are taught only to care for themselves, how can they ever truly connect, truly given, truly reflect the grade of Haven."

 

Before anyone could interject, Sera stepped forward. 

 

"She's right." She affirmed, her voice resonating with a depth. "Adam...he wants Charity to be taught so vehemently because he knows it's opposite. He himself went down the path of selfishness." Her gaze swept over the confused heroes, lingering for a moment on the unsettled faces of Aizawa and Vlad.

 

"He focused only on himself, on his own desires, his own perceived power. It made him care for no one but his own glory. And in doing so, he deeply, deeply hurt others. He inflicted wounds on those closest to him, al because he believed his own needs came first, that he was above caring for anyone else." 

 

A heavy silence descended, weighted by Sera's unexpected revelation. The heroes exchanged uneasy glances, their preconceived notions of Adam and his motives, suddenly feeling far more complex, and unsettling.

 

"We shall be going. Apologizes for upsetting you Pentious." Emily jumps in, pushing everyone out of the classroom.

 

They then went off to continue the tour.

Chapter 9: A/N

Sorry for not updating in a while. 

 

I am busy with work and family issues. 

 

But I promise, when it's all resolved, I'll make more chapters.