Dabi's Dance

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HI!!  IMMM BACCKKKKK!!!  With another angsty piece.  Hope you like it!   Enjoy!

The day that Dabi danced was the day he let the demons in.
Blue fire burns on dead flesh, a body held together in white.  

And it consumes.

 
The day that Dabi danced was the day a new form rose beneath the flames.

Broken pieces fitted together haphazardly.  Reassembled into an ugly misshapen shape.  But what can you do when your very soul is manged beyond repair?

The day that Dabi danced, his gift burned bright.  His body couldn't contain its power and it devours him. 

From the inside out.

I will give them hell.

The day that Dabi danced is the day that Touya died, but that is untrue as the past never dies. 

It lives on, in a man twisted and scarred beyond recognition, with purple wrinkled flesh held together by pins. With hair as black as darkness itself. 

The day that Dabi dances again is the day that vengeance will be served, to two heroes in red with matching quirks. 

Vengeance for the hands that burned and bled.

Vengeance for the dark hair that once was red.

Vengeance for the goal of a power that could only be bred.

Bound by gift

Bound by blood

Father and Son

The day that Dabi dances again is the day that Karma comes to play. 

Knock,     knock,     It's time for a pay long overdue.
 
Pay for the silent tears in an isolated room. 

Pay for the countless wrappings that hid third-degree burns.     

Pay for the hatred that can't be unlearned. 

Pay for the despair in the middle of the night. 

Pay for a child's heart-wrenching cries for light.

The day that Dabi dances again is the day that tears will be shed. 

Tears for a boy who grew up too fast.

Tears for the innocence that shattered like glass.

Tears for a man who can cry no more.

But will it be enough?

Cause like I said "The Past can't stay dead"

The truth is like poison, swallowing it will kill you; those who have feasted on lies too long.  And yet it is the right thing to do.  Right...?

The world watches, in horror and fear, and rightly so
-Wouldn't you be afraid of a monster your greatest hero created?
-Wouldn't you be filled with woe?
As Dabi, Touya Todoroki, dances, flaws on display for all to see. 

The past never forgets.

Yes, the world will watch and cower as the great Dabi dances in front of his father Endeavor.

Dance with your son in hell.

There is no light without shadow, but darkness tends to block out the light.

Oh they will watch, and they will see
The scars that their hero inflicted on his son so deep.
And they will weep, tears will fall.   

Manic laughter will sound.  But can it even be called "laughter"?
Laughter is a sound of joy.

This is not.
It is a cry.
High-pitched, demonic, more monster than man.  He dances on the brink of sanity.

And swan dives into the pit.

Don't you see what you've done?

The truth shall unfurl underneath the smoke.
Horrendous, horrifying, earth-shattering in the holocaust of a heart gone cold.

And Dabi will dance through it all.

Can't you hear his call?

Don't you recognize your son at all?

Can you even see him?

Let him bleed.  Let him die.  He'll only rise again.  That's how they live on the dark side.

The time will come when the son sees his father fall. 

 
A son who was born perfect. 

Hair, half red and half white.

The apple of his eye.    
Engulfed in flames of selfish hate will he watch his father die?

(Ok I know what I said in the tags, but this is about Dabi, not you Endeavour, so get out and let him have his spotlight.)  Until next time! See ya!