Aiden stepped out of The Molten Pit and back into the chaos of Hell. The streets were alive with noise and disorder, sinners brawling in alleys, strange vendors hawking bizarre wares, and the occasional explosion in the distance. Every corner of this place screamed violence, greed, and madness, but Aiden's sharp eyes scanned it all with the precision of a chess player observing the board.

He moved through the crowd like a shadow, noting the hierarchies forming even in Hell's anarchy. A group of thuggish demons extorted a terrified sinner for money, another gang fought over a patch of cocaine in a little baggy. Even in the absence of rules, people always found ways to fight over power or shit, just like on the surface of Earth.

"Same game, different rules it seems," Aiden muttered to himself as he walked.

Eventually, his path led him to a quieter area, where the chaos of the streets faded into eerie silence. His eyes caught something unusual—a body lying in the middle of the street. But it wasn't a sinner or a demon, it was an angel.

It had black and grey armor, which was cracked and scorched, feathers from its grey wings scattered around the corpse. He looked to the side as he saw its head was severed from its body, showing a lot of golden blood. Its weapon, a spear made of black and gold, was gripped in its hand, seems it was killed fast. Aiden approached cautiously, his eyes narrowing as he crouched down to examine the scene.

"What the hell killed you," Aiden asked,"clearly whatever it was...made you lose your head."

He touched the armor, feeling the heat still radiating from the battle, seems like it was killed not long ago. His gaze shifted to the wounds: deep slashes across the neck, which the main cause of death.

"This caused by someone with deep skills, to kill someone with deadly precision to cut a head clean off," he said

As he reached for one of the glowing feathers, a blade was suddenly pressed against his throat, then a sharp voice spoke out from behind him.

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you."

Aiden then stood up, turning to face the source of the voice who held the knife. There he was meet with two women, both exuding an air of authority and danger, and professionalism from what he can tell. They were the same height, the one with knife had puffy white hair and sharp red eyes, carried herself like royalty, her tone icy.

She wore black short with shorts, showing off her legs and her athletic build, she seemed to be the muscle. The other, a bit younger by the looks of it, had blonde hair in a ponytail, wearing a lab coat and held a clipboard in her hands, red rimmed classes on her face. He looked at them and then the body, putting two and two together to see why they were here

"Let me guess, you're here for the body," he asked in a dead calm voice

Clara Carmilla narrowed her eyes, her posture stiffening as she studied him. He wasn't shaking or quivering when she held the blade to his throat, he was calm like ice, his gaze was dead set on her and for some reason it made her...unsettled. She looked to the other girl, her sister Odette, who was also observing him and can tell he was a new Sinner, but he was way to calm

"You're observant, most sinners would be running by now," Clara said,"who are you, and why are you poking around an Exterminator's body?"

"Just curious, first angel I've seen up close," Aiden said,"just wanted to know what could take one down."

"You've got guts, newbie," Odette bluntly claimed,"most fresh meat don't go sniffing around bodies like this. Makes me wonder, what's your angle in this?"

Aiden met her gaze without flinching.

"No angle what so ever," Aiden said,"just trying to figure out how things work around here. The body caught my attention, and by the looks of it, so did yours, apparently."

He gestured subtly to the weapons they carried, and the amount of elegant spears strapped to their backs was noticeable. The two sisters looked at one another, Odette shrugged and Clara sighed, moving the blade from his neck and sheathed it. Aiden loosened up a bit, but stayed on guard in case anything happens, he may be chill at the moment, but that can change in an instant

"Let me guess, you're here for those," he asked them

Clara's eyes narrowed further, her suspicion deepening of him. She was curious about this guy. Instead of running from the sister, like many do due to who their mother was, he was casually speaking with them with ease. He was calm, collected, and acted with high intelligence, which was VERY low in Hell these days, mainly Overlords had this level of intelligence

"And what do you know about these spears," she asked him, seeing what he knew

"Not much, which I hate," Aiden admitted,"but I know they're important enough for you to come out here and risk getting caught. Care to fill me in what you do with them?"

Odette exchanged a glance with Clara, her face a look of confusion and a bit of intrigue. She looked at Aiden and could tell they were dealing with someone who was an inventor or a genius of sorts, Odette could tell he was a scientist. She smirked a bit, she liked a guy with brains, plus he was easy on the eyes and can handle himself

"Hmm lets just say they are valuable in ways you don't know," Odette said

"These aren't just spears, they're angelic weapons, infused with holy energy," Clara said,"they're deadly to anyone from Hell. Even Overlords aren't safe if they get hit with one of these."

Aiden's eyes flicked to the broken spear beside the angel. He picked it up, it stung a bit but he held it with ease, he checked it over as he looked at the two and tossed it to her, which Clara grabbed it

"So you're collecting them," Aiden said,"I suppose they make good materials for weapons, hmmm bullets, blades and such am I wrong."

Clara tilted her head, her expression unreadable but was impressed. He just figured out their entire enterprise in just a few minutes and he's still new to Hell! Even Odette was surprised by this, she was getting more interested in this guy by the second. Clara may be surprised, but she needed to stay professional and keep it under wraps

"Sorry but hat's none of your business," Clara said,"though I will admit, your a smart guy for a Sinner."

"Fair enough, but thanks," Aiden said as he shrugged,"but if you're going to risk your neck for something like this, I'd assume you've got bigger plans than just hoarding trophies."

Odette giggled, spinning one of her pencil between her fingers.

"I like him, his more entertaining then this other dumbasses," Odette

"Since you're so curious, I'll tell you this much," Clara said after some thinking,"the spears are part of our operation. The fewer people who know, the better for us."

"Got it, keep your secrets, I'm just a curious guy," Aiden said, then he gestured to the angel's body,"though you should probably grab what you need and go. I doubt you want to be here when someone comes looking for that."

Odette gave him one last calculating look before turning to Clara.

"Collect what you can quickly," Odette said,"I'll check and see if I can find more

Clara nodded, then she glanced at Aiden as she passed him, crouching beside the corpse.

"See you around, newbie," she said,"try not to get yourself killed after this, I want to see what you can do."

Aiden smirked faintly, watching as they worked on collecting the spears. He didn't know what their game was, but one thing was clear: Hell was full of players, and everyone had their own agenda. As Clara and Odette disappeared into the streets with their prize, Aiden glanced at the angel's body one last time before turning back toward the chaos of the city.

"This place gets more interesting by the minute," Aiden said,"though...could use a cafe."

With that, he walked off into the streets of Hell, which were never quiet for long, and was quickly learning to use that to his advantage. After his run-in with Clara and Odette, he decided it was time to leave his mark. If chaos was the only constant here, then he might as well start bending it to his will. Plus he wanted to see what this Sinners can do

He walked into another part of Pentagram City, the streets more open but still packed with disorder. Demonic banners and graffiti covered the crumbling walls, all marked with the name "Greshar." Aiden overheard a few sinners whispering about him as he strolled by, all he heard was gossip, but gossip can be intel either way.

"You hear about Greshar, he's trying to declare himself the next Overlord," Sinner 1 said

"Yeah right, the last guy who tried that ended up as a smoking pile of ash," Sinner 2 said dismissively

Aiden smirked to himself, he could already guess the type: loud, ambitious, and probably stupid enough to think ruling Hell was just about brute strength. It wouldn't hurt to see for himself, and maybe shake things up a bit. The so called "throne room" wasn't hard to find really. Greshar had made it clear where he ruled by covering the area with crude posters of his face and slogans like "ALL HAIL GRESHAR!"

It was almost laughable, Aiden had to control himself from pissing himself from laughing. Aiden stepped through the broken gates of an old factory, his hands in his pockets, inside, Greshar—a hulking demon with thick, cracked horns and a chest covered in tribal scars. Around him were a small gang of lesser demons, all armed to the teeth with crude blades and...muskets?

'Does Hell not have any advanced weapons,' Aiden thought,'hmm most are dressed as if this was the 20s or 30s, I saw some Tommy guns, but thats it.'

"Who dares to enter the domain of Greshar, future Overlord of Hell," Greshar yelled, knocking Aiden from his thoughts

Aiden stopped a few feet away, his expression unimpressed.

"Domain, Overlord, all I see is a guy playing king in a shithole," Aiden said

Greshar's gang laughed nervously, but a glare from their leader silenced them. The massive demon stood, towering over Aiden as he stomped closer. Aiden could feel the testosterone on him, he must've been a steroid user in his previous life

"You've got guts bitch," Greshar said,"too bad they'll be splattered all over my floor once I get my hands on you."

Aiden sighed, rolling his shoulders as if this was more of a chore than a fight.

"Let's skip the theatrics, big guy," Aiden said,"you've got two options: give up this little kink of yours, or I'll make sure you don't get another chance to play pretend."

Greshar roared, swinging a massive claw at Aiden, which he dodged with ease, weaving around Greshar's wild strikes. He may not be physically stronger than most Sinners, but he didn't need to be for this guy. Every move he made was calculated, every dodge a step closer to finding his opponent's weaknesses. Aiden didn't want to use his gun, he didn't have ammo and wanted to save it

"Stand still you coward," Greshar yelled

"And let you touch me like a pedo, yeah no thanks jackass," Aiden's aid

He ducked under another swing, seeing and grabbing a nearby piece of jagged metal. In one swift motion, he drove it into the joint of Greshar's leg, causing the demon to howl in pain and stumble in pain. Blood covered the floor as Greshar jumped back and fell down on his back, holding leg in agony. The gang moved to intervene, but Aiden shot them a deadly glare.

"You really want to jump in, take a good look at him," Adien said as he pointed at Greshar,"then ask yourselves if you want to end up worser then this."

The hesitation and fear was enough, this made them run away like a bunch of pussies. Aiden took advantage of Greshar's moment of weakness, kicking him in the balls, then ripped the metal from his knee and pressed it against his throat.

"Here's the thing Greshar, Hell's not about power," Aiden said,"it's about knowing when to use it and when to shut up. And you...you're just all roar and no brains."

Greshar growled but Aiden silenced him by ramming the metal piece in his throat, causing the Sinner to yell but it just filled his mouth with blood and it just poured out onto the floor. Soon Greshar soon died and Aiden shoved the blade out and tossed it down. He hummed as he looked at his bloody hands and huffed as he walked out but unbeknownst, someone else had been watching.

High above the factory, perched on a broken beam, was Alastor, the Radio Demon. His grin was as wide as ever, his crimson eyes gleaming with curiosity. He was juts wandering around the streets, getting ready to head back to the Happy Hotel, but then he heard the commotion and decided to watch. And when he saw the chaos, and he loved it!

"Fascinating...such boldness, such confidence," Alastor,"and without any weapons, no less. What an intriguing little sinner he is."

He adjusted his microphone staff, watching as Aiden left the factory with an air of calm victory.

"It seems I've found myself a new piece for the board," he said with his wide smirk,"et's see how long you last, Aiden Wolfe."

With that, Alastor disappeared into the shadows, his laughter echoing faintly through the ruins. Aiden walked through the streets, his mind drifting to what he sue to be before he died, plus he felt like he was being watchedHe didn't know who might be watching, but he could feel the weight of eyes on him, it didn't matter. I

Hell wanted to test him, he'd pass with flying colors...or burn trying.

Earth

Though on Earth, there was a different battle happening, one Aiden didn't know was happening. At UA, the once lively dorms of U.A High's Class 1-A were eerily silent, a heavy weight pressing on the hearts of everyone inside. The usual chatter, laughter, and friendly arguments had been replaced with a somber stillness as the students mourned the loss of their classmate, Aiden Wolfe.

In the common room, the Bakusquad sat in various states of grief. Kaminari stared blankly at the TV, which wasn't even on, his usual carefree energy snuffed out. Mina sat curled up on the couch, hugging a pillow to her chest, her normally bright smile nowhere to be seen. Kirishima sat beside her, his hands balled into fists as he stared at the floor.

Sero broke the silence, his voice shaky

"I still can't believe he's gone," Sero said,"it doesn't feel real."

"He always seemed so...unshakable, y'know," Mina's asked, her voice was barely above a whisper,"like nothing could touch him and he just keeps moving on."

Kirishima clenched his jaw, his red eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"He was one of the strongest guys I knew," Kirishima said,"he didn't deserve this."

In the corner of the room, Bakugo sat on the floor with his back against the wall, his knees drawn up and his head resting on them. His usual fiery temper had been replaced with a hollow silence. He didn't say a word, but his trembling hands betrayed the storm of emotions inside him.

Across campus of UA, the staff room was equally subdued by the loss of Aiden. Even Aizawa, who was rarely one to show emotion, looked visibly drained from everything. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed tightly as if holding himself together, he respected Aiden, even though he never say it. Present Mic sat at a nearby desk, his normally boisterous personality muted as he stared blankly at a file on his tablet.

Powerloader's lab was a wreck, broken tools and half-assembled gadgets littered the floor, and the man himself was hunched over his desk, furiously scanning through files and data. His hands shook as he worked, trying to find who killed the only student he ever lost in UA. Aiden was the kid he wished he had more, he was something else, and Powerloader wanted the villains to pay

"Someone's going to pay for this," he said with unbridled rage,"that I swear it."

He slammed a hand against the table, causing a few scattered parts to fall to the floor. Though those sounds were muffled, sobs echoed through Mei Hatsume's workshop. The usually chaotic space, once filled with her boundless energy and inventive spirit, now felt cold and empty. She sat on the floor, clutching a piece of Aiden's gear—something he had asked her to help improve not long ago.

Her hands trembled as tears streamed down her face. She not only lost a partner in the lab, she lost someone who she genuinely cared and even loved. When he died...a part of her died with him.

"Why...why him, he was the only one," she sniffled,"the only one who didn't call me freak, a loser or that my dream is stupid! Why him, tell me...why!?"

She hugged the gear to her chest, her tears falling onto its surface. For once, there were no wild ideas or manic plans—just heartbreak.

Later into the evening, a small group from Class 1-A gathered at the graveyard, it was a quiet, private visit. Izuku Midoriya, Ochaco Uraraka, Todoroki Shoto, and a few others stood around Aiden's fresh grave. The words etched into the stone felt like a punch to the gut for everyone who read them:

"Aiden Wolfe – A Hero to Few, an Inventor at heart."

Midoriya wiped his eyes, his voice breaking as he chuckled a bit. Uraraka placed a hand on his shoulder, her own tears glistening in the moonlight.

"He...he always tried to act like everything was fine," he said,"even when he was struggling. He didn't deserve this...not at all"

"He was a good person," Uaraka said,"he made us laugh, kept us grounded. We'll never forget him, never."

Bakugo stood slightly apart from the group, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he stared at the grave. His jaw was tight, and his crimson eyes burned with suppressed emotion. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and raw.

"Damn idiot...always actin' like you were invincible," he said, pausing as his hands trembling,"you were more than just some extra. You were my friend...and I didn't tell you that enough."

He turned away sharply, his shoulders shaking as he walked back toward the dorms. As the night settled over U.A, the weight of Aiden's absence pressed down on everyone who had known him. He had been more than a classmate—he was a friend, a partner, and a source of strength. His loss left a void that couldn't be filled, but his memory would live on in the hearts of those he had touched.

Even in death, Aiden Wolfe's legacy echoed through the steel walls of U.A., and those who loved him vowed to honor his spirit in the only way they knew how: by continuing to fight for what was right.