Prologue-Papa Don't Preach

As Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence, he wrote the quote that many a tale aspire to explore and man live their lives around.

The quote in question:

"Not all Men are created Equal."

Some are born into privilege, others struggle day to day. Some become great, others fade into the background.

Now, this not the first time such thoughts have been written, but this iteration is perhaps the most quoted.

Why bring this up?

The same can be said for demons.

For every Alastor or Vox, there are countless street thugs or streets bums. While the evil you did in life plays a factor, there really is no telling what will happen to something in Hell. Will they raise above and rule or fall under the heel of another?

Even the demons born in hell are not exempt from this rule; their birthright does not entitle them to any respect or power. Not even the daughter of the devil himself is respected by most.

Now, perhaps one does not believe in Hell. There are many afterlives for the sinful, unworthy or cruel. But one type of demon is constant in any and all ethos and mythologies:

The Anti-Christ.

A demon that lives among mortals, seemingly blending in among us and waiting for the most opportune moment to reveal themselves, so that evil may overtake and rule the world. How will they do this? Destroying faith in all that is good and getting the masses on their side.

Some common traits include; being born of a human, being 'off' in some manner but still remaining under the suspicion of most and having a warped sense of beliefs and vlaues.

But a common bit of ignored or forgotten knowledge?

The Anti-Christ, for the sake of his mission, is stated to become a peace-keeper of sorts.

So, with that said, wouldn't it make sense that in a world were 80% of all humans had superhuman abilities, or Quirks and where the title of 'Superhero' was a job...that Anti-Christ would be among them?

The best part?

Lucifer Magne, the king of Hell itself, hadn't even been trying to do such a thing. The opportunity was piratically thrown onto his lap.

MH-HH

15 Years ago

Inko Midoriya, age 18, had been on her way home from a visit with her best friend Mitsuki Bakugo, celebrating the blonde woman's soon to be born child, Inko's own godson Katsuki Bakugo.

Inko was a lovely young woman from a good family. She had never done anything wrong in her life and was quite humble. Her Quirk of Attraction allowed her to pull small objects toward her, altough it often took her a few waves of her hand.

Ironically and possibly in spite of her Quirk's name, Inko had never had a boyfriend. Any man who showed interest in her was often more interested in Mitsuki. The joke was on them however, as Mitsuki only had eyes for her husband Masaru, who saw Inko as a little sister.

It had been a lovely evening; takeout was exchanged, Mitsuki shifted from being her usually loud and proud self to a sobbing and worrying mess who had hugged Inko desperately and the two had begun daydreaming about how cute Katsuki was going to be.

As Inko made her way home, she kept her guard up. It wasn't too late in the night, but no Pro Hero was officially stationed in her neighbourhood. Unfortunately, while she had kept an eye behind her and the other for cars or other people...she had not focused on her side.

A cloth with a fowl odour had suddenly covered her mouth as she was pulled into an alley and into a van. She soon lost consciousness.

She had awoken, bound, gagged and surrounded by dozens of men and women in cloaks with hoods, some wearing goat skulls. The room was filled with pentagrams and candles, along with pictures of demonic creatures.

They were chanting something, but Inko held no care for the words. Her head was still spinning and she tried to attract something to cut her binds, only for her hands to be grabbed and forced open.

The apparent leader of the group then stepped forward and stabbed her chin, drawing blood which was poured onto a goat skull as another hooded person erected a barrier to protect them and another shot flame at the bloodied skull.

Inko was left very close to the now burning skull, which began to float and crack as it spun wildly. She desperately tried to escape, but to no avail.

A bright flash suddenly filled the room, blinding everyone. A thud was heard, along with an annoyed.

"Ow."

The kidnappers cheered, glad that whatever they had been doing had seemed to work.

However, the figure that came from the smoke was not at all what Inko had been expecting.

The being that emerged wore a very draper white suit with a black bow-tie and a red undershirt. He also wore a white top hat, with a purple snake and red apple on the brim and carried an apple-topped black cane that matched his hat. His eyes are yellow with black pupils and he had red cheeks, almost like apples. His eyelids were purple, like eye-shadow.

Also, unlike in the many books and movies where similar things occur, the being made no grand declaration of freedom, or announcing his presence like All Might did. In fact, he looked...dazed. Confused, even. His eyes were unblinking and his form stiff.

The caught the attention of the celebrating cultists. Several whipped out pictures, which based on their confused looks, did not match what they had in front of them.

"...Did you make sure she's a virgin?" The apparent leader asked the nearest follower.

"Yeah boss!" The follower then turned to the trio who had being chanting, lighting candles and drawing pentagrams "Did you morons miss up?!"

"Are you shitting me? We've been practising for months!" A female voice hissed out. "My arms are practically stuck in the motions; it's a miracle I get anything done at the office!"

"Well then, maybe this place isn't good enough!" Another hissed. "I told you to do it in that desacrated temple, but NOOOO! You all have allergies or some shit!"

"You know I'm scared of the dark!"

"We're summoning a DEMON for Kami's sake! That's way scarier than anything in the dark!"

"Did we even summon the right one? I thought we agreed on Mara!" A man with closed eye lids called out.

"Mara? I thought we were going for Akuma?"

"Its the same thing!"

"No, the spirituality and belief changes everything!"

"You're overthinking this!"

Inko, in spite of the fear she should be feeling and her desire to escape and go home, was becoming embarrassed to witness such petty arguments.

A squeak suddenly ended all conversations, and the summoned began to step forward in wobbling steps. Very, very slow wobbling steps, with the apple cane seeming to be the only thing keeping him on his feet.

Suddenly, the cane got stuck, but he moved forward, just for another pair of steps before He paused, as if realizing he no longer had his cane. He grapsed at air twice, a slight twitch in his eyebrows.

He then fell face-first towards the ground, only to land right back on his feet and smile, revealing razor sharp and sparkling teeth.

The Culrists cheered

"Good evening, fellows." The being said. "What is it you wish of me?"

The way he talked he was calm, affable.

But Inko saw his eyes; they looked like his tone, but there was a malice and anger within them

The leader stepped forward, dragging Inko along with him. The being in front of him spied this, and for a split second Inko was sure she saw some more anger at him directed at her...or was it her state?

"My lord..."

"Lucifer." The being answered. "Lucifer Magne."

The leader continued.

"We have brought you to our world so that we may serve you and bring your power to this diseased earth. We pledge ourselves to you and offer you this virgin, whose blood helped give you form."

He tossed Inko at his feet and he looked down at her, raising an eyebrow.

"So...You have no plan?" Lucifer asked.

The cultists' glee vanished.

"I...My lord?"

"Are you expecting to do everything?" Lucifer asked. "And to bring me here, you roughed up..."

He cut off Inko's gag with a single claw.

"What is your name, my dear?"

"I-Inko...Midoriya Inko." The terrified woman managed to say.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed and he stood back up, rubbing his forehead.

"Allow me to clarify." Lucifer groaned. "You ladies and gentlemen summoned me away from my realm and darling wife, pledged your lives to me, offer me a rather innocent looking woman who seems to be much like my daughter...and then expect me to use my power to fit you idea of what this world should be. Is that correct?"

"W-wife? Daughter?" The leader and several others asked, only to find a cane lifting their faces upwards.

"Open your mouth when you speak, mumbling is pitiful." Lucifer growled, his eyes suddenly becoming shadowed as he tossed his cane away. "...You didn't even know who I was and act with surprise to find I have a family. Did...Did any of you even truly think of what to do if I, per chance...was not amused by what I saw?"

He began to grow, his mouth becoming feral and darkened, sharp wings burst from his suit as blackened blue flames erupted from his palms. The snake on his hat began to glare and drip flaming venom as its fangs grew.

"If there is one thing I cannot tolerate..." Lucifer growled, his voice becoming deeper and booming, as if thousands were speaking in his stead. "It is incompetence and doing half ass work."

It was then that the cultists knew; they'd done fucked up.

In a second, they were all either dead or frozen in fear...until Lucifer snapped his fingers. The second they heard this, heat erupted under them and they were dragged to Hell, screaming all the way.

"Ah." Lucifer smiled after he returned to normal. "Music to my ears."

He then spied Inko.

"Now...Inko my dear." Lucifer mused, sealing up her cut cheek with the flames he had wielded, leaving her with a scar. "What to do with you?"

Inko winced under the burning and smell of singed flesh, as well as in revelation she was not out of danger yet, but before she could say anything, a finger silenced her.

"Please. Allow me to think."

Now that he had dealt with these morons who had pulled him from Lilith and Charlie, Lucifer had a moment to realize where and when he was; a day in hell was roughly the same as a year or two on earth, but it shifted on occasion.

Here he was, the Devil himself, temporarily summoned to a world FILLED with powerful beings. It would be a shame on his own part to not do SOMETHING before he returned to Hell. But what? Empower a supervillain? Curse someone? That Endeavour fellow was a 'Pending...'

But then he recalled the young woman at his mercy and realized something:

A world full of superheroes. The perfect opportunity to try for an Anti-Christ!

This was not Lucifer's first attempt at an Anti-Christ. He had tried before. Many times. Too many times. At least...64 or so, last he recalled.

Evidently, something always went wrong: The child couldn't show subtly and was found out, or went full native or...worse yet, outright rejected their demon heratige and became a hero that opposed him. If it was going to work out this time, Lucifer would have to make sure certain things went differently.

If nothing else, he could gain another child; Charlie needed at least one sibling she could be in easy contact with.

However, Lucifer was no mere opportunist. He was a happily married opportunist! Every time he had tried for an Anti-Christ, he had had his darling wife's blessing to do so...minus that one time with that Rosemary lady.

Lucifer whipped out his phone and called one of the two beings he loved more than almost anything else.

"Lili?" He cooed over the phone. "Yes, yes darling, I'm fine. Just summoned awa...Yes, they actually did manage to get me, but evidentally I was not the one the one they wanted. No, no, I'll be right back down, but before I do so...I do believe I have found it this time! The right conditions for an Anti-Christ! The mother? Right here."

Lilith Magne, the Queen of Hell, looked at the terrified young woman who with a single yes or no, may hold her husband's son.

"Oh, she is adorable!" Lilith cooed. "All right, you can do a Zeus this time. But the second you get home...!"

"But of course, infernal cupcake." Lucifer smiled, ending the call and then turning his attention to Inko...

MH-HH

Inko awoke on her couch in her home, with a tear-stained Mitsuki yelling at the cops and heroes while Masaru gave her warm towels and laid food out for her.

"W-what...?" Inko asked in confusion and relief.

Hearing her voice, the blonde bombshell had abandoned her tirade and rushed to hug her best friend, The second they hugged, Inko burst into tears and held onto her best friend with all she had.

As she later found out, Inko had been found the building unconscious and the only living person. The Pros could find no clue as to what happened, except that Inko's kidnappers had been part of the Creature Rejection clan.

After giving her own recollection of the events...which, perhaps for the better, was fuddled and hazy, the tests Inko went through once she had calmed down enough proved what many feared: She was pregnant. However, no father could be identified.

The Midoriya parents were disgusted when their daughter decided to keep the baby. So disgusted in fact, that to Inko's shock and tears, they decided to have nothing more to do with her, promising to write her out of their mpdest will.

Luckily for Inko, her parents suddenly died in a car accident before they could do this...and every month or so, she would receive gold and jewels to cover expenses. Her only clue as to where they came from was a simple question in an envelope from Italy:

'Do you really think the rich are honest with how much they have?'

Mitsuki was also there to help Inko out, getting her a job in modelling and then as a make-up assitant.

The soon to be mother didn't touch the gold and jewels, and by the time of her third trimester, Inko had enough saved up to live comfortably for life, especially when she refused to leave her apartment.

When the day finally came, she cried more than she ever had in her life as she held her own wailing baby in her arms: A tiny little boy with freckles and wisps of green hair.

"I love you, Izuku." Inko cooed, kissing his forehead and cheeks. The baby calmed down and reached for his mother, who hugged him gently.

While Izuku may not have come to her in the best of ways, Inko did not nor would she ever regret becoming a mother.

And even though she had no idea how, why or what kind it would be like...she knew her little Izuku would do great things.

MHHH

From Hell, Lucifer and Lilith watched the scene through special opera-glasses, glasses that showed something very different:

When they saw Izuku, his skin was chalk white and two tiny horns poked out of his hair. And his freckles were larger, like tiny red circles.

"Oh, he has your cheeks, darling!" Lilith cooed.

"...As freckles." Lucifer sighed.

"Whats wrong with that?" Lilith asked. "They're adorable. And he is a baby, after all. Perhaps they'll fade?"

"Too much red in the face." Lucifer moaned. "The color contrast will make him seem less threaten...Oh, never mind."

"Mom? Dad?"

The rulers of hell turned to a girl with blonde hair and cheeks like Lucifer in a red dress poking her head from behind the door. This was their daughter; the Princess of Hell herself...

"Charoltte." Lucifer beamed. "Come here for a moment."

Charlie, as she preferred to be called, obeyed her father and took his opera-glasses before looking down and letting out a very undemonic coo and squeal.

"Awww! He's so cute!" She beamed before realizing something. "Wait...is...is he on earth? Why is there a demon on earth?"

"That right there...is your new baby half-brother, Izuku Midoriya."

Read and Review, would ye kindly?

So, what do you think?

This idea came to me in part due to several conversations and memes I saw on TheLethalSpreg/ bestpony666's Deviantart page. I have most of it sorted out but am open to suggestions. Before anyone else, yes, Helluva Boss will also play a part in this story and there will be pleanty of references to 'devil-based' media.

Depending on the reviews I get, I may post the first full chapter as well today.

I was originally going to show Inko's...ordeal...as a flashback chapter in between chapters 4 and 5, but decided to post it first. Do you think I make a good call starting things here?

Vizzie has mentioned that Lucifer is like Willy Wonka, so I tried to use some of my favourite bits from the first movie (I do like Johnny Depp and may use some bits from his portrayal later). I hope that I showcased Lucifer has an eccentric but still dangerous individual.

Now, there are going to be musical numbers in this story, but, in keeping with FFN's rules and guidelines, I will also be posting this story on my AO3. When I get it up and running, I will post a link in a standalone chapter.

Have a good day, keep warm and safe