Sneak Peak of my Hunter Amongst Villain Chapter

Alright, guess what! I'm writing again! I am going to make this one free to make up for my absence and negligence. I was under a big writer's block lol but I barreled through it. I am considering taking a break from co-writing with Ahsoei on One Punc DxD: Legacy. Anyways, here is the sneak peek.

Lay down your thoughts on my impression of Stain. Been trying to work on the My Hero Academia villain mindset right now, hitting over 3k of words.

Stain loathed what he was about to do. 

He was a crusader, a staunch believer in the ideals of the old ways of heroism before the corruption took over the modern Hero Society. He was always alone in his fight, and he wouldn't compromise his ideals under any circumstance.

However, these days were different. A dark shadow overwhelmed his mission, jeopardizing his life’s work. Something that he could not hope to overcome alone, not without significant assistance.

The Hero Hunter.

Garou, the despicable hypocrite… yet a powerful one he could not overcome.

Once upon a time, Stain challenged Garou in the dark of night. Unlike the rest of the villains, he wanted no part of being in the public spotlight. His work was meant to be in the shadows, where the world could not see.

However, he suffered greatly for that, beaten black and blue, and left in the trash as an insult - as if to show that he was nothing special, just… garbage to throw out like the rest of those he preyed. 

If he wished to move forward, he must break some taboos and seek… aid from others that shared his concern about the Hero Hunter of all people. The alliance would be temporary at best, meaning he could dispose of them after dispatching the Hero Hunter. 

No matter what the Hero Hunter claimed himself to be, he is still a man, and men can be killed. Stain would make sure of it one way or another. 

Even so, Stain didn't like the patrons that invited him and those like him. Out of all the villains, these were one of the worse kind, a cult of hypocrites that spout freedom while causing as much chaos as the villains. 

The Meta Liberation Front was a terrorist organization founded by the now-deceased Destro, the legendary figure crushed by the combined forces of the nation years ago. After that, the Meta Liberation Army vanished from the face of Earth, or so everyone believed. To his surprise, they were still thriving in the shadows, away from the notice of the world. 

While Stain abhored Garou for his actions, Stain at least agreed with Garou’s disdain for the overreliance of Quirks in general. These people were the epitome of Quirk dependence, the kind that revolved their world around their unearned special abilities. Stain views Quirks as nothing more than tools to be used and nothing more. Relying on Quirks solely breeds lethargy.

And one of them personally invited Stain with a letter, using his personal defeat as the leading hook and bait to come. And if Stain must admit, it had worked substantially.

Stain arrived at Deika City in a car driven by one of the members, where the secret organization resided. Stain was reluctant to join them, but the invitation arrived with gifts, a new sword, armor, and other contraband suitable for his needs - the quality of the items rivaling those of heroes’. The messenger told him they were custom made for him. 

Stain usually didn't care about such weapons as he was able to make do with his own carefully honed skills, but after that one faceoff with the Hero Hunter in the night of Hosu, his confidence failing to heal alongside his body.

The Hero Hunter left him there in that alley amongst the trash bags without a word, didn't give him a second glance. He had never faced such humiliation before. Not a single policeman was there to arrest him when he woke up. The citizens didn't report or take notice of him in that alleyway. He was defeated and forgotten in that single moment when he ambushed him from above.

Just how a fisherman threw the fish back into the pond for being too small.

It was a certain humiliation he had never felt to such an extreme, on a level unprecedented even after he started hunting Heroes. This wasn't like facing Heroes and Villains like before, no not the defeat there. 

This was a soul-crushing sensation one would receive after losing to a competitor, one whose career lifespan was several months old, a fellow hunter of heroes that against everything he stood for and still crushed him and his ideals.

That was why Stain decided to accept the invitation. He wanted to reclaim his pride with the death of the Hero Hunter. 

“We are almost there, Mr. Stain.” The driver stated as he stopped at the exit of the highway lane descent. “What do you think of our base?” 

Stain looked out the window, seeing skyscrapers boxed in by the wilderness green and pastoral fields. He did not comment for there was no need to. Right now, his only focus was to end the Hero Hunter and the plague of his existence. Right now, both the Heroes and Villains were powerless against this one man, which was a first in recorded history as far as he knew.

If Garou continued to remain dominant without repercussion, both heroes and villains would be crushed under his heel.

The car drove into the city pass the checkpoint, scenery of a calm town passing through the window sides.

The driver drove them through between the buildings, without taking any turns towards the tallest building in the center. It was the spire of window glass, the topping of the skyscraper decorated in the shape of a round onion holding satellite rods on its head.

Stain could see other cars like his up ahead, parked by the tallest building until the passengers left their rides and heading towards the building. The passengers were of his kind, Villains cloaked in their dark menacing costumes.

“Woooowie. Gotta say, we sure are packing with enlisters!” The driver commented before he parked by the sidewalk.

“Off you go, mister Stain. Oh, and don't worry about directions. A guide will come for the reception.” 

Stain did not answer as he pushed the car door open, heading out with a snarl.