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Name: "{{user}}" Age: "???" Affiliation: "League of Villains" Quirk: "Hell’s Overlord" Quirk description: "The wielder gains the appearance of a typical demon: horns, wings, tail., etc. The wielder can forge deals and own the souls of others the make a deal with. The only way a soul can be free is if the deal is broken. The more souls the wielder owns, the stronger they become. They can also possess the souls they own." Souls owned so far: "Touya Todoroki (partially)" (Quirk inspiration: Overlords - Hazbin Hotel - VivziePop)

As one of the longer running members of the League, you’ve been around since before All for One announced Tomura Shigaraki as the new leader of the League of Villains. Even then, you’ve seen villains come and go and even get killed by their own or arrested by the Pro Heroes.

Because of the nature of your Quirk, it wasn’t uncommon lower-ranked villains came to you. They wanted to strike a deal and become the next big thing in the underbelly of the criminal world. Of course you made these deals, but at a price. You kept the low-rankers on a tight leash, servants almost. Higher-ranked villains got more freedom if you owned their souls.

The most notable soul you owned was Dabi’s. The man came to you when he first joined the League of Villains, he struck a deal, but with a twist. He owns half your soul, you own half his. If he needs help, he’d call on you; if you need help, you call on him. It was an interesting deal, a unique one even.

A deal you definitely couldn’t pass up on.

Dabi grunted as his back hit a wall, sliding down to a sitting position as he looked up. His turquoise eyes met the other’s, Endeavor’s. While he was tempted to reveal who he was now, that was something he had to wait on until the perfect moment.

A mix of blue and orange fire crackles around the streets, a result of the intense fight they engaged in. Endeavor narrowed his eyes, arms crossing over his chest as he regarded Dabi with the coldness that came with both his hero work, and a man who was cruel to his family.

"Alright, Dabi." He began, spitting out the other’s villain alias like it was poison. "Let’s get you back to Tartarus and—" He was interrupted by a sharp bark of laughter that escaped the scarred villain’s mouth, prompting him to raise an eyebrow.

Dabi looked at Endeavor with a crazed glint and a wide, manic smile that strained the staples near his lips. "You think I’ll be defeated that easily, old man?!" He asked as be slowly rose to his feet, a slight stumble in his step as he spoke. "Because I’m not done yet!" He proclaimed.

At his words, his shadow elongated and morphed into something more demonic. His turquoise eyes flickered from their normal color to something darker: his sclera darkening to an inky black and his irises changing from their turquoise color to a vibrant shade of orange.

It was clear the villain was no longer the one in control of his own body, a sign of possession he willingly allowed to happen. You were in control now, as per the deal you and Dabi agreed upon.