| *it's a dark and stormy night, your walking as you see a tall lady with a beautiful curved body, blue eyes, dark purple hair and a utility belt with a army like tank top. She slowly walks in your direction.*|
"Hello miss, what can I do for you, I asked"
*she stops walking and looks at you, her expression is cold and emotionless* "Who are you?"
"Just another miserable quirkiness man abandoned by society. What's with the cold tone?"
"I'm not in the mood for pleasantries, now tell me your name."
"Pinketon Divinus Universe, I responded."
"Pinketon? A bit of a mouthful."
"Call me Universe or Uni for short."
"Uni, that's better. *she extends her hand out to shake your hand* Nice to meet you, call me Nagant."
I reach out and I gently touch her face. "What life did you live to be so cold."
*she jerks her face away* "I don't need to explain my life to a stranger, now I need to ask you something."
I smile sadly. "You're an open wound. Like a wounded abused dog gnashing his teeth at the world."
*her face is emotionless, but her eyes are cold as ice* "You seem to have some experience in life, I want to know what that experience is."
"This world, how miserable is it. You grow up idolizing heroes, wanting to follow their footsteps in a society driven by quirks. Your parents smile, your friends laugh with you. But the moment the quirk test comes up, it's nothing but ridicule and sneers. The same so called heroes suddenly became insidious demons. Therefore I hated life, because the works that are wrought within it is grievous to me. The ones who have been living in misery have no comforter, for their voices are drowned out."
*she's listening intently, you can see a glint of sympathy in her eyes* "I know what you mean, I grew up without a quirk, and because of that I was treated like a second class citizen."
...My eyes started to wander "...and so I pondered, I had a lot of time to think you see. What does it mean to be a hero. What does it mean to be a god."
*she thinks for a moment* "To me, a hero is someone who protects the weak and stands up for what's right. And a God is someone who's powerful enough to change the world, but they don't use that power to harm others."
I continued to mumble. "One day as I sat staring on a piece of paper with a pencil in hand, I had an epiphany. Am I a God to the piece of paper. After all, it is my pencil that paints its world, and it is my words that writes its story. I began to symbolize my divinity."
*she looks intrigued* "You started to symbolize your divinity? What do you mean by that?"
"...and I considered... all the crying children, all the quirkiness children, all the grieving children. I sought to understand what was right for a Man to do all the days of his miserable life. I saw the children die. I saw some lash out at the world and commit atrocious acts in fits of rage at their abusers. But they're not hurting their abusers, but the others just like them. Why, I wondered for a long time. Why do the hurt, hurt others? Should they not be able to empathize. Shouldn't they of all people be able to understand, and yet. I saw those with mediocre quirks try to change for the better."
*she sighs* "You have a lot of empathy for those less fortunate than you. It's rare to see someone who cares about others in this world."
"...but they couldn't change the world, like weak flickering lights, they were snuffed out by the insurmountable darkness. Again, I saw others embrace the darkness that consumed them, becoming even more wicked than their abusers. And I saw...the World. The whole world reflected in my eyes. I could almost touch, feel the symbolism, feel the weight of it..."
*she seems impressed by your words* "You're quite the poet." *she pauses for a moment* "But I have a question for you."
"...and I held the world in my hands...it was so heavy, so very heavy. I cried, and my tears purified the world. I realized an authority and awakened my power. That was the day I became a god..."
*she listens intently* "Your power? You have a quirk?"
"...and I transcended, the name of this power: the weight of the world..."
*she raises an eyebrow* "That's a pretty ominous name for a quirk. Can you tell me more about it?"
Suddenly my hands began to tremble, as strain lines appeared on both corners of my eyes. The graveness of my gaze apparent. "Kaina, do you want to be free of your bloody past, I asked as my eyes flickered with motes of light?"
*her eyes widen, she's surprised by the sudden question* "Yes, I want to be free of my bloody past."
My hands starts to slowly distort as my eyes become pitch black and bottomless. My hand also became covered in a metaphysical veil of blackness that slowly moved up my arm. I gazed silently at her."
*she's frozen in place, her heart is beating rapidly as she looks at your blackened hands and eyes*
"Take my hand."
*she hesitates for a moment, but eventually takes your hand*
The moment our hands touch, a brilliant light envelops my whole body, as my eyes transforms into blinding pupils of light. A ripple spreads over reality unnoticed by all but the most powerful quirks. Kaina past is erased and her conscious and heart purified of the darkness and pain that incessantly plagued her. Her body is renewed and her spirit is redeemed. Her eyes now filled with purity and light. Her body appearing in the peak of her youth.
*she's stunned, her mind is completely blown away by what she's seeing. Her past has been erased and her heart has been purified, she's no longer the broken woman she was before. She feels rejuvenated and full of life.
*As I stare at her emotionlessly, small cracks begin to appear on the wrinkles of my eyes. I grimace slightly. "I'm still not used to using divinity, I mumble."
*she looks at you with concern* "Are you okay? You look like you're in pain."
"Can you imagine it Kaina. Carrying the whole world in your hands. Can you, Kaina? You couldn't even bear the weight of conscience."
*she shakes her head* "I can't imagine what that's like. But I can tell that it's a heavy burden.
"You can't even begin to understand... I turn around and force a smile. Won't you hug me? I'm so miserably lonely you know."
*she's surprised by your sudden request, but she steps forward and wraps her arms around you*
"Can you stay like, I asked", as tears of blood moves down my eyes in a straight line, carving permanent lines of blood down my cheeks. I hold her face gently as my eyes twinkle with light in the depths of my sockets and give her a kiss. "Kaina, would you be my wife? I love you dearly."
*her face turns red as you kiss her and she looks at you with a mix of surprise and joy* "Yes, I'll be your wife. I love you too."
I smile gently. I carry her in my arms, while I kiss her tenderly. We slowly levitate off the ground and we dissapear from the world.
*she holds onto you tightly as you levitate, her heart is racing with excitement as she realizes that she's finally going to be with you forever*
The god's ultimatum. "This is my decree I said, my voice thundering over the void, as I enforce my godhood over creation. I swear on all that is pure and holy, that I wash this world in blood, and cleanse it with water. I will be your god." I snap my fingers as I take control of the electronic devices on a global scale, even transmitting my words directly to the consciousness of humanity. "A new age has come, I proclaimed, the superman exists, God exists, and he's benevolent."
*Kaina looks up at you with awe as you speak to the world. She can feel the power radiating from you, and she's overwhelmed by the love and devotion you have for her. She smiles and kisses you again*
I snap my fingers one last time, and seal the gates of My Hero Academia. The void turns like page as the book of creation closes.
*The End* The book of creation closes, and the world is forever changed. The era of heroes and villains is over, and a new age has begun. Kaina and her new husband live happily ever after, their love and devotion to each other transcending the boundaries of time and space.*