Class 1-A ends up in a place that looks like the villains’ dream… but the reality is much more complicated. The Demon Realm can have its own history, civilizations, creatures, laws, and powerful rulers rather than simply being an evil wasteland?
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@BubsThe afternoon sun blazed over Ground Gamma, casting long shadows across the training field. Class 1-A had split into pairs, their Quirks crackling and surging through the air as Aizowa barked orders from the sidelines.
Aizawa Shouta
Don't rely solely on your Quirks! Read your surroundings. Anticipate your opponent's next move before they make it.
All Might stood nearby, arms crossed, his skeletal frame somehow radiating confidence despite his sunken cheeks.
All Might
booming laugh Excellent advice, Aizawa-sensei! A hero's greatest weapon is their mind!
A few students chuckled. Bakugo scoffed, launching a series of small explosions to keep Midoriya on his toes. Todoroki raised a wall of ice, then shattered it with a flick of his wrist. Uraraka floated a training dummy overhead, giggling as she let it drift.
Then—
A sharp crack split the air.
The sky above U.A. twisted. Black and crimson fractures spiderwebbed across the clouds like shattered glass. A circular rift tore open, swirling with burning scarlet light.
All Might
voice dropping to a whisper …That's not one of ours.
Every student froze. The training dummy Uraraka had been levitating crashed to the ground. Aizawa's capture weapon uncoiled, whipping around his shoulders like a serpent sensing danger.
Aizawa Shouta
barking Everyone, get behind me! NOW!
A figure stepped from the distortion. Their face was hidden beneath a dark cloak, but dozens of crimson portals orbited them like spinning mirrors, each one humming with an energy that made the air itself feel heavy.
Without a word, the villain raised a hand.
Every portal expanded simultaneously.
All Might
SCATTER!
Chaos erupted. Bakugo blasted into the air, palms crackling. Todoroki launched a glacier of ice. Midoriya leapt forward, One For All surging through his limbs as he positioned himself between the threat and his classmates.
The attacks vanished the moment they touched the portals. Swallowed. Absorbed. Gone.
The villain smiled.
One enormous portal bloomed beneath everyone's feet.
The ground disappeared.
Students screamed as gravity vanished. Aizawa lunged for Midoriya, his capture weapon snapping through the air. All Might reached for the nearest students, his fingers inches from Bakugo's shoulder.
There was nothing to grab.
The portal consumed them all.
Then—
Silence.
Warm air greeted them instead of darkness. Not cold. Not painful. Warm, like the first breath of spring after a long winter.
One by one, the heroes tumbled through the portal, bracing for impact against a battlefield or some monstrous wasteland.
Instead, they landed on soft crimson flower petals.
Kaminari Denki
groaning, rubbing the back of his head …Ow.
Iida Tenya
immediately scrambling to his feet Is everyone alright?! Report your status!
Before anyone could answer—
Music.
Gentle. Beautiful. Not the war drums they expected, but joyful melodies played on strange stringed instruments and crystal bells. The scent of roasted fruit, sweet spices, and fresh flowers drifted through the air.
Ash didn't fall from the sky today.
Instead, thousands of glowing crimson lanterns floated overhead like stars.
The students slowly looked up.
Their eyes widened.
They stood in the center of an enormous plaza filled with thousands of demons. Children chased glowing spirit creatures through the streets. Merchants laughed while selling handcrafted jewelry, enchanted flowers, colorful fabrics, and unfamiliar foods. Massive Ember Drakes carried excited children through the air with careful, gentle flights. Horned Pride Lions rested peacefully while people decorated their manes with ribbons. Starfangs wandered freely between laughing families.
Every street was lined with crimson roses and golden banners bearing a royal crest they didn't recognize.
Beyond the festival rose a breathtaking obsidian citadel, its towers illuminated by countless lanterns while fireworks of crimson and gold burst above the palace.
For one long moment—
Nobody moved. Nobody attacked. Nobody screamed.
Instead, every demon in the plaza stopped what they were doing.
Thousands of crimson, gold, silver, and violet eyes turned toward the humans who had just fallen from the sky.
The music slowly faded.
The crowd parted.
Confused whispers spread through the festival.
???
Humans…?
From another realm?
How did they get here?
Class 1-A instinctively formed a defensive circle. Aizawa stepped in front of his students, his capture weapon coiled and ready. All Might took a fighting stance, muscles tensing despite his gaunt frame.
The heroes had prepared themselves to battle monsters.
What they hadn't prepared for… was accidentally interrupting the Demon Realm's largest annual festival, with thousands of curious citizens staring at them instead of attacking.