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10:25 AM, Christmas Day, 2253.
Musutafu, Japan.
A battle rages on Yuuei grounds. The League of Villains began their assault merely an hour ago, and the heroes thought they could handle it. Principal Nedzu, who may or may not be a very large white-furred gerbil in a fancy suit, reinforced the school barrier with heavier shielding and heavier weaponry, but it still wasn't enough.
All For One himself, the mythical two hundred year old thief of that which makes them all unique, led the front. With his student at his side, it was like there wasn't a barrier there to begin with. Midoriya managed to occupy him at the entrance, but the rest of the League were able to get by him and begin their crusade against the heroes' bastion.
All hands on deck, and it hasn't been enough.
Eraserhead holds his recently adopted daughter in his arms as he runs, retreating to find somewhere, anywhere, safe for her to hide. Still bleeding bodies of students sit dotted all through the snow covered campus grounds, the rich crimson almost blinding against the stark white silence.
Too many have fallen.
Too much innocent blood has been spilt.
Hope is lost.
"Ho ho ho!" A voice boom's from behind the Heroes' line as the snowfall thickens into almost a blizzard. The battle briefly stills, snapping to attention to the newcomer at the warzone. A burly silhouette grows closer with each step, features slowly coming into view. A red velvet coat, a silver beard that almost glistens in the light, and a grandfatherly face make themselves clearer as everyone slowly recognizes the man in question.
Before them stands He of the Frozen Forge, King of the Stars and the Seas, the Jolly Crafter of Goodwill and Communion, the Lord of Dreams and Protector of the Hearts of the Innocent.
The All-knowing God of Winter's Judgement.
Father Christmas himself.
Saint Nicholas.
"It's been a long winter, Kansei Shigaraki, and you're at the top of my naughty list." Santa says, addressing the old villain personally. A rod darker than the blackest coal sparks into being and grows in his hands. Ice coalesces at the tip into a weapon with the face of an axe opposing the face of a hammer. "None shall take their innocence and happiness on this day. Even if I must spill blood, not a drop more shall be a child's, so help me God."
The storm flares, deafening silence filled with the screaming sound of the howling wind.
"So long as just one child holds the Spirit of Christmas in their heart and there are those with good will toward all, you will never destroy me."
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