Their Guardian

prologue

I am not a god.

But I may be the closest thing to it on earth.

That is what my family tells me.

And that is why I was raised as one.

...

Oh, my quirk?

I guess you can call it daemon.

No, not demon.

Daemon: a subordinate deity.

I'm basically like a high mortal being, I guess.

I can do anything I want with my "quirk."

Teleport, change someone's memory, fly, destroy a country.

Oh, right.

I can still die.

Not that anyone's succeeded in killing me yet.

I don't know the extent to any of my powers,

but that is my "quirk."

It has been passed down in my family for generations.

While direct inheritors get daemon, other siblings get other quirks.

I, being the current heir of daemon, am trained specifically for it.

Through isolation.

Not abandonment, but isolation.

...

Why?

Well a few generations back, someone with my "quirk" went on a rampage.

He killed thousands.

I'm not surprised, considering how easy it is to kill someone with this power.

Flick your wrist and everything in your sight gets sliced in half.

Only if you want, that is.

I mean, there's nothing stopping you.

Except for laws, I guess.

...

Eventually, he got bored and went back home.

And since then, the family has kept daemon successors away from everything to feel nothing.

So that we wouldn't express greed, or anger, or sadness.

It's hard for the first few years, but you get used to it.

...

So now, what does this have to do with U.A?

Nothing really.

We were worlds away.

I watched them like some t.v show, them never knowing I exist while I knew everything about them.

Oh.

Yes, daemon inheritors are allowed outside once we finish training.

And we are to support the future heroes to repent for our ancestor's deeds.

Isn't U.A the perfect place for heroes?

So I protect them from the sidelines.

Maybe have some dust bother a villain for a second.

Or have them trip over a pebble to give the students an opening.

They're the bare minimums to keep the class alive.

My father had watched over the previous generation.

And my grandmother had watched over the former.

I am just doing my part.

Watching over them from afar,

worlds away from them.

So, it surprised me when those millions of planets between us disappeared.

And it all happened in a single night.