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The Broken Torch-Izuku Midoriyas Villain Song

Link To My RP Discord Server:   / discord   Link To My BlueSky:https://bsky.app/profile/darkmatter96... The world wasn’t what Izuku Midoriya thought it was. He had always believed in heroes, idolized their strength, and clung to their ideals like a lifeline. But belief, he learned, was a fragile thing. It began as cracks, small and unnoticeable, spreading through the foundations of his faith. By the time he saw the truth, those cracks had become gaping wounds, too deep to ignore. It started with failure. A catastrophic battle had left an entire city in ruins, thousands dead, and countless more displaced. Deku fought with everything he had, every ounce of power One For All could offer, but it wasn’t enough. The villains escaped, the heroes faltered, and the people who once cheered for their saviors turned on them. Anger replaced gratitude. Fear drowned out hope. Deku carried the weight of that failure in silence, even as the world around him began to crumble. He thought he could fix it—thought he could still save everyone. But the more he tried, the more he saw the rot within the system he once cherished. Hero agencies prioritized money and fame over lives. Politicians manipulated heroes as tools of control. And those without Quirks—the forgotten, the powerless—were left to fend for themselves in a world that didn’t care. When Deku discovered evidence of systemic corruption—proof that even the Hero Public Safety Commission had ties to villainous dealings—he believed the truth would be enough. He thought exposing it would ignite change. But instead, it made him a target. His mentors, the people he trusted most, turned away from him, urging him to bury what he’d found “for the greater good.” Even All Might, the man he idolized above all else, hesitated. The betrayal broke something inside him. It wasn’t anger, not at first. It was despair. The realization that the world wasn’t interested in being saved, that the dream he’d built his life around was just that—a dream. He tried to keep fighting for the people he loved, but every battle, every victory, felt hollow. The public grew more disillusioned, villains thrived in the chaos, and Deku began to wonder if the problem wasn’t the villains at all. What if the problem was the heroes? It was a question he couldn’t escape. The people he had sworn to protect needed more than smiles and half-hearted promises. They needed real change. They needed someone willing to burn the old world down and build something better from the ashes. If no one else could see it, then he would. If no one else had the strength to do it, then he would. Deku disappeared soon after. When he returned, he was no longer the boy they knew. He called himself The Torchbearer of Ruin, a name that carried both defiance and sorrow. His old hero costume was torn and darkened, his once-bright green hood shadowing a face hardened by grief. The torch he carried, its flame a sickly green, wasn’t just a weapon—it was a symbol of his new purpose. He would use it to light the way for the forgotten, even if it meant burning everything else to the ground. People flocked to him. The Quirkless, the downtrodden, the broken—all those who had been cast aside by hero society found a savior in Deku. To them, he wasn’t a villain but a liberator. His cause was righteous, his vision pure. And yet, his methods were brutal, leaving destruction and despair in their wake. His once-gentle hands, the hands that had saved so many, now wielded power with terrifying precision. Deku’s former friends—his classmates from Class 1-A—were the first to confront him. Their battles were devastating, not just for the cities they fought in but for the people they had once been. Bakugo, who had always been Deku’s fiercest rival, refused to back down. “You think you’re saving people?” he shouted during one clash. “You’re just becoming the thing you swore to fight!” But Deku didn’t see it that way. In his mind, he wasn’t destroying the world—he was freeing it. Each battle took its toll. Shoto Todoroki, Ochaco Uraraka, Tenya Iida—they all tried to reach him, to remind him of who he was. But Deku’s resolve only hardened. “The system can’t be fixed,” he told them. “It has to end.” The torch he carried burned brighter with each passing day, a beacon for those who believed in his vision and a warning to those who opposed him. It wasn’t just about villains or heroes anymore. It was about justice—true justice, not the hollow kind heroes claimed to protect. And if that justice came at the cost of his own humanity, so be it. In the end, Deku stood at the center of a broken world, the shadow of All Might’s legacy behind him and the weight of countless lives on his shoulders. He knew there was no going back, no redemption for what he’d done. But as he looked into the green flames of his torch, he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time: purpose.