Capítulo 2: Release to the Realm of Bias
In the dark shadows of an alleyway, a large (around 4'4) handprint-shaped rift broke open, and a young baby in a blanketed basket, a baby bottle filled to the top with concentrated planet energy and everything else that a young Devourer needed to eat to properly grow in the early stages, fell through.
The world that they came into was the Japanese part of the MHA world, the safest place in the entire world, surprisingly since their heroes weren't particularly the best with maximizing the use of their powers to the extreme.
Being blessed with luck to find a caring family, as their mother's last blessing to them being the overprotective entity she is, the basket was found within five hours.
The parents of this soon-to-be destroyer of their world were foreigners from America, a mother and father pair that were both infertile. They both have brown hair, The mother had grey eyes and the father had brown eyes with sideburn hair that grew longer than his nonexistent beard that he kept trying to grow as to no avail.
Their names were Seran Alexander (Mother) and Michor Alexander (father), both nearing 40 years of age with fairly powerful quirks, like Vapor (Mother) and Liquify (Father). They didn't work hero jobs anymore, as they tended to use violent means to subdue any enemy when one or the other got hurt, and they were put under a probation, as to only use the quirks inside their home.
They tried to protest, of course, but they simply didn't have enough political or physical power to go against the tyrannical law that was the government.
Now, back to the surprise adoption, the married couple were contemplating on what to do with the child.
"Mikey, I know we've been wanting to adopt a child for years, but we haven't got anything ready for actually having one yet!"
"Sera, we can always get it in a few days! We already have that baby stroller from a distant relative that had a miscarriage, right?"
"Mikey, don't talk about Roman's kid like that. He was depressed when that happened."
"Alright Sera, but at least this baby came with supplies, right? I mean, he has a blank or, a pacifier, an abnormal amount of food... actually, Sera, can you hold the kid? I wanna see the nutrient content of this baby food is."
"Sure Mikey, go ahead."
The couple switched holding the baby, Michor carefully inspecting the nutrient panel, nearly tripping over some cement bumps in the sidewalk as he was inspecting the nutrient panel that closely.
"Sera, look at this. Calories enough to make an anemic guy into a high-cholesterol one, are we SURE that's safe baby food?"
(Take note that the nutrients listed are actually warped with a powerful mind spell to look like regular, safe-to-eat nutrients when potassium is actually a kind a substance used in creating plant life, iron for basic planetary structure, etc. Doubt a good parent would want to feed their kid potentially destructive ingredients.)
"Mikey, I'm sure the person who added the food to the basket knew what they were doing."
"Sera, there aren't diapers in here. How are we sure the person who left them here knows what they're doing?"
"The baby's around a few weeks old, Mikey, if they thought the baby would need diapers, they would have put them in the basket too!"
The baby started getting fussy, and Sera quickly got the bottle that was already pre-filled with an unknown, pinkish substance that sparkles like some fancy pearl slime.
"Sera, we don't even know what-"
Seran had already put the nipple of the bottle into the baby's mouth, and the said baby drank the while bottle in three seconds. With a content look on their face, they went back to sleep.
""...""
"Sera?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's hope this baby doesn't eat up all of our life savings."
"Yep, let's hope."
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When the new family finally got home,
(a middle-class 1-story with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, one kitchen and a basement with an attic to top it all off. The housing market in MHA isn't fucked up because I wrote it so.)
The new parents immediately got the room that's been empty for years (they don't have guests over) filled with basic necessities, such as the crib and books they got from a garage sale and a few pillows. They fully inspected the basket and took out all the things in there, thank their luck and Mother's extreme carefulness, all of the food was non-perishable and the items without any harmful chemicals. At the bottom though, they found a sheet of paper, handwritten.
"Mikey, you know what it says?"
"Not a clue. It looks like messy cursive or something."
They turned the letter over. The words are in print.
[Dear future parents of my child, I supplied most of the items needed for the child. They don't have any genitals to speak of and have a huge appetite, with the thing you call a "quirk" named Devour, able to eat any and everything. I gave them a special ability to eat affection given, as it is a convertible form of energy. They can also eat hate, but that may have The food should last three years, with only TWO PIECES A DAY, any more shall make the child sick and bloated due to the excess food. The bottle has at most ONE piece mixed in with some solution. Any food must be homemade, if possible, for maximum nourishment, and there is no limit to how much affection they can eat.
Their name is Lyavin, but you can choose a new name if you want to.]
The couple were done reading the letter, starting up another conversation.
"See? She knew how to take care of the baby! She knew what she was doing!"
"Sera, that isn't the most important part of the letter. The baby can eat ANYTHING, and not have repercussions. It can even eat emotion, Sera!"
"Mikey, I read the letter."
Lyavin started getting fussy again, and it was Michor's turn to take care of the baby.
He tried to burp Lyavin, rock them, but it all didn't work.
He took them to Seran.
She was getting another bottle ready, as it was midday and Lyavin needed to be fed at most two times a day with the provided large jar of food. Seeing her husband coming into the kitchen with puppy eyes and a fussy baby, she saved Michor's hands from having to deal with the baby and took over, singing lullabies and hugging them close to her.
"Why did that work with you but not me?"
"Mother magic, hun."
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