“Never step foot in the forbidden land of the devils. Otherwise there will be no return.”

That's what every single angel was taught from the very start of their arrival, from the moment their delicate feathery wings sprouted. The curse of being so near yet so different from the opposite side of the lands of the deceased.

Izuku often watched from afar as curious angel after angel snuck over the borde and across the tattered bridge where Heaven and Hell met. It was almost wonderous, as if they finally felt free when their wings blackened.

Though, he'd never indulge in it himself. Too scared of the outcome. Instead, he'd watch his saddened mother from above. Over the classmates who'd he'd grown so fond of.

But one day, his own curiosity led him to the very edge of the clouds. His feet hanging off the small archway as he gazed upon the edge of Hell.

Studying the demon he'd always catch peering over to Heaven the same way he did.