The clouds were crackling with lightning by the time the League Of Villains arrived at a mountain top overseeing the bland grey jungle that was Deika City. Felix closed his eyes to calm his emotions down and will the terrible weather away.

Ever since the fight with Overhaul, it seemed that his PSI powers had evolved to affect the weather as well. And for better or for worse, his atmokinesis appeared to be affected by his mood. It was probably good for intimidation purposes, but he did not relish fighting in a thunderstorm every time he got a little upset.

“Welcome to the suburbs. It’s completely unremarkable.” The contempt in Spinner’s voice was crystal clear, in stark contrast to the skies above him.

Jin looked at the rumbling clouds. “I like the atmosphere. The city sucks, though.”

Compress took another step forward to take a closer look at the abandoned city below.

“There’s a stronghold just below us? Once Machia wakes up in about an hour and a half, he’ll chase Shigaraki to this stage,” he mused. “When he makes his entrance, he’ll run into the so-called Liberation Army. I really hope we can last until the curtain call.”

“That’s the plan.” Felix nodded in affirmation.

“And a stupid one,” Dabi sighed. “Why did I even let you guys rope me back into this?”

“This isn’t about us, you ungrateful bastard.” Jin glared at him. “Giran introduced you to the League too, didn’t he? Those people are torturing him now. What kind of friends would we be if we didn’t go save him?”

“You get attached to people too easily, Twice.”

“That’s because I’m an outcast. Aren’t we all, too?”

“Shut up. Someone’s coming,” Toga warned sharply, pointing at the figure approaching them.

It came into view soon, and Felix almost laughed out loud at its entrance. Aside from the poorly coordinated colours splashed on the man’s costume, he was quite literally sliding across the floor. If that was his only quirk, it was a rather useless one indeed.

“A friend approaches! Slide N Go, at your service!” the masked hero said. “I have been commanded to act as your guide today, so follow my lead if you want to speak with our esteemed leader!”

The villains spent the next five minutes walking into the heart of the city. They did not deign to strike up any conversation with their guide, and Felix was no exception. He kept his telekinetic senses on alert, feeling his heart rate increase its pace by the minute. There were countless people hidden in the buildings of this place. This was obviously an ambush.

“So, this is going to be our battlefield?” Shigaraki asked quietly. “I see now. This whole city is going to be fighting us, aren’t they?”

Compress looked at his leader in horror.

“Right you are!” Slide N Go piped, before sliding away at a remarkable speed.

A bespectacled man stepped into view. Long black hair swept neatly across his head, leaving a single strand left hanging down over his face. He was dressed in a plain business suit, which consisted of a white dress shirt, a black tie, and a black blazer.

“We appreciate you travelling so far to meet us face-to-face.” The man gestured wildly. “This is a liberated district. Ninety percent of Deika City’s population are hidden liberation warriors. We celebrate your arrival, esteemed guests of honour!”

“Isn’t that Hanabata from the Hearts and Mind Party?” Compress muttered. “He’s a pretty influential politician, isn’t he? Can’t believe he’s a part of this whole organisation too.”

“Now, let the festivities begin. Welcome, my new friends, to our revival party!”

A throng of people showed themselves on cue with Hanabata’s enthusiastic yell, brandishing their weapons and support items. Felix’s eyes glowed fiercely as a deafening thunder clap roared from above.

“Holy crap, they weren’t lying about their numbers!” Compress yelped, getting into a combat stance.

“It doesn’t matter; we’re here!” Jin shouted at the politician. “Where’s Giran, you greasy bastard? Didn’t you say you’d give him back if we came?”

“Ah, he’s with our grand commander at the moment. I’m sure he’s being entertained.” Hanabata gave him a smug smile. “But I don’t think I can say the same for you guys.”

A war cry bursted from behind the politician as three liberation warriors jumped out. “Tomura Shigaraki!”

Shigaraki’s hand swept vindictively, turning the lunging men into dust. More yells ensued as groups of people boxed out the villains individually, intent on defeating them with sheer numbers.

“Head for the tower.” The villain leader rushed forward, decaying yet another dozen people in an instant. “That’s where the final boss is. And I’m gonna bring it down.”

“No, I have to find Hawks…” Jin trembled. “I need to find him and stop this madness!”

“All those deaths due to blood loss,” a sultry voice said. “You’re the culprit, right, Himiko Toga? ‘How a high school girl was driven to madness. Her deathbed confessions will leave the world shocked.’ What a headline it will be. Yes, I simply must interview you. It will be the magnum opus of Curious, the reporter!”

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Felix turned his attention to Toga, who was promptly blown away from mini explosions emanating from the ground. He whipped his head back and forth. Toga and Compress were heavily outnumbered, while Jin had already run off by himself. There was no way he could save all of them.

“Here’s your headline.” Toga reappeared from overhead, lunging towards Curious with her knife brandished. “Local girl says no.”

There was a flash of steel, and a man collapsed to the ground with a knife between his eyes. Toga landed smoothly and pulled out another knife, facing her attackers with a sadistic grin on her face.

Seems like she has things handled…

Felix ran into the intersecting alleys instead. Jin was somehow quick enough to disappear from view, and the arrays of nearly identical looking houses only served to confuse him even more. His breaths quickened. By himself, Jin was definitely no match for one of the top heroes, Hawks. If they came to blows…

The boy shook his head to fling the thoughts away. No, he shouldn’t think like that. Not now, at least. He cannot falter- He won’t falter. He won’t let someone he cared about die in front of his eyes. Not again.

A pained gasp burst from his mouth.

Felix bounced off a concrete wall and tumbled onto the main road. A flash of white quickly faded in front of his eyes as smoke began to cover his surroundings.

Bloody hell, did those assholes really ram a truck into me?

He stood up, shaking his head groggily-

What the hell?

A familiar purple hue greeted him instead. The boy rubbed his eyes like a baby, looking around him in confusion. No way, this couldn’t be. It didn’t make any sense at all.

“I’m… back home?” he muttered to himself, staggering forward.

He raised his hand, focusing his mind. There was no psychic interference. Whatever this was, it wasn’t a mind trick or anything like that. It was most likely some sort of illusion brought on by his hazy surroundings.

Or was it?

Felix crouched down, holding his head. It was getting more muddled by the moment, and all presence of his mind was quickly leaving him.

“All hail the God of Power! All hail Sentinel!”

The boy opened his eyes again, coming face to face with a worshipping crowd. People stretched as far as the eye could see, and they were all bowing down to him. He turned back, and his eyes widened with shock.

Bodies of all his enemies hung on huge crucifixes behind him. Overhaul, All Might, the government officials who had sentenced him to death… All of them stared lifelessly back at him as their bodies rotted in full display to the world.

“Felix… C’mon buddy, snap out of it…”

Felix continued staring at his worshippers, completely oblivious to the familiar voice calling out to him. His lips curled into a small smile.

He had won. He had defeated everyone who stood in his way. There was no one left to threaten his loved ones anymore. He was a God now. All that he loved was now safe. He could finally rest.

“Glory and praise to you forever!”

Felix turned his attention to the green haired boy, whose face was partially covered in a mask. He stretched out his hand, accepting the golden robes from him. After all, a God should be properly donned in a King’s clothes, shouldn’t he?

He turned to the mirror conjured behind him, twirling around as he admired his outfit. The follower came into view from behind and waited patiently for him to finish relishing in his own glory.

“Does that mantle fit you, my lord?” There was something familiar about his voice, but Felix did not care at the moment. He turned back with a grin.

“Of course it does. I’m a-”

He froze suddenly, staring at the teenage follower who had removed his mask. Pain racked his head as images flashed through his mind. That boy… he recognised him… Izuku Mi-

The follower pushed his face uncomfortably close to him, and Felix fell over his feet in shock. Although his face had been contorted into a maniacal grin, the look in his eyes was that of a lifeless corpse.

Felix gasped audibly, scrambling back to his feet. He stood up again and took a good look at his followers again. All of them harboured the same deadened expression, and their movements were mechanical, as if forced by an invisible force to bow for eternity.

“No, no….” The boy backed away, trembling in disbelief. “I don’t want it… I don’t want to be a God like this!”

He turned away from them, only to come face to face with his own reflection. It looked nothing like him this time. His face had been twisted into some kind of snarling demon, and razor sharp teeth jutted out from every corner of his mouth.

Felix screamed as pink coated his eyes.

“This isn’t me!” Psionic energy pooled in his hand. “This isn’t what I am! Damn you, monster! Die!”

There was a cracking sound accompanied by a screaming woman as he threw a punch at his own reflection. The illusion dispersed immediately, and Felix found himself back on the streets of Deika City.

“Impossible! My psychological profiling is never wrong!” A woman was sprawled on the floor, pulling herself away from him. “You should have been trapped in my gas; you should have been trapped by your innermost desires!”

“Felix, we’re here to help!” Jin leapt from a nearby roof and tackled the woman, pinning her down.

A flurry of voices flooded the air as more copies of Felix’s roommate came scurrying in from different directions to fight off the liberation warriors in the vicinity.

“You! How did you know of my world?” The psychic grabbed the woman roughly. “How did you know how to create the illusion?”

“Silly boy, I don’t have to. I only needed to know what kind of person you are,” she replied defiantly. “You’re a monster, and we have men who can confirm your every action for my psychological profiling.”

“Don’t worry about her, buddy! We got this!” Twice continued sitting on her, giving Felix a thumbs up.

“Wait, are you the real Jin? Where’s the original?” Felix asked.

“On his way to find Hawks!” Another Twice clone pointed towards a grey building. “He tried calling out to you earlier, but you didn’t respond. So he created all of us to help you!”

“Thanks, uh… Jins.” Felix got ready to leap into the air.

“No problem, buddy! I’ll pass the message on to other mes and tell them to give you directions if you get lost.”

Felix nodded.