Okay this may actually be a bit out there and that's really saying something considering my other stories but with if Spider-man was an agent of The Living Tribunal? And what if the two along with a few other Marvel characters of the supernatural existed in the Darksiders universe? And what if Peter was in a sort of relationship with not only the rider of the black horse Fury, the mother of demons and the Nephilim, Lilith, Morrigan Aensland, and also the Hellguard warrior Uriel?

And yes I'm aware that Lilith and Uriel being in a harem together will cause some issues given two are demons, in fact one is the mother of all demons and the last is an angel but hey I think I can sort of make this work… and possibly piss of a lot of very religious people who for some reason come to this site that's filled with stories of underage sex, same sex relationships, premarital sex, human and non-human relationships and hell even demon and god relationships, so an angel, an immortal being, a half angel half demon being and a demon in a four way taboo relationship shouldn't seem too bad in comparison… but I just know I'm going to get those reviews saying just that at some point.

This will start off a few decades before the events of the games and up to the end of the series. In this story, The Living Tribunal and it's agents acts as a sort of first responder whose main goal is to make sure things between Demons, Angels and the other races doesn't get too out of hand and start to drastically unbalance things, if it does then that's when the Charred Council and the Four Riders get involved. In terms of power with Spider-man being a agent of the Living Tribunal, he's roughly on par with the likes of War maybe a little less, so he's stronger than Strife but still weaker than the likes of Death and Fury's kind of between War and Strife I suppose in power so those two are about equal I guess.

Also Peter isn't entirely human in this, he's sort of this member of a race that's like related to the angels but six times removed, if anything their more closely related to the now near extinct Nephilim then the inhabitants of the White City. As for his appearance, think of his Future Foundation suit but the black is replaced with golden light, he has a hood and a sort of white coat with a spider on the back and there you go.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel, Darkstalkers or Darksiders characters seen, mentioned or used.


"You have been summoned…" a small glowing white orb said to Peter as he silently trekked through what could only be described as a barren wasteland on the very fringes of Hell and it's occupied worlds and territories.

Peter paused mid stride and glanced at the orb with a curious expression under his armored mask "Really, for what?"

"He did not say, only that you come" the orb said as it hovered around Peter like a moon almost.

Peter hummed at that before glancing towards the structure he was slowly approaching earlier before glancing at the orb "Give me ten minutes to kill the demon here and I'll head back"

He didn't wait for a reply as he resumed his approach towards the old ruin that at it's peak during the first days of the war between Angels and Demons before the intervention of the Charred Council and acted as one of Hell's major strongholds for its nightmarish creatures and hellish demonic warriors. All around the old decrypt building Peter made out the long dead remains of both Angel and Demon and the beasts they rode, some even he couldn't identify and he's been around for millions of years.

"Huh, guess it was before my time" Peter mused as he entered through the main doorway that had long been destroyed and glanced around for any signs of life "Hello?"

He was met with silence causing him to chuckle "Oh come on, you knew that someone was going to send something after you after what you did!"

Again he was met with silence causing Peter to scowl in slight annoyance before a thought came to him and he smirked underneath his mask "Alright then, guess I'll go tell that Angel that requested my service that the Demon he wants dead was cowering like a scared chil-"

He didn't get to finish as he was interrupted by a loud ghostly wailing that sent an uncomfortable shiver up his spine. Peter's eyes narrowed as he felt a slight tingling sensation at the base of his skull before suddenly leaping into the air as something large slammed into the ground he was standing on just moments ago.

Peter landed in a crouch and observed the Demon he was sent to end with a calculating gaze. It was tall, easily twice his height and four times the bulk as it's form was riddled with bulging muscle, the veins pulsing under the skin as if they threaten to explode. The skin of the creature was a pale white and riddled with old scars from conflicts in the past, some looked to be the work of weapons, be it Demonic or Angelic, others from some unknown and likely powerful monsters.

The horned demon glared at Peter with burning yellow eyes as it opened it's maw to reveal rows upon rows of serrated teeth and hissed with a barbed forked tongue "Sssso the little pigeons sssent an agent of the Tribunal… I'm honored"

"Don't be, I'm here on my own terms. Your actions would barely be seen as a taunt as far as the White City is concerned" Peter said with a hidden grin as two glowing blue-ish white blades erupted from under Peter's wrists that looked to be made of a combination of bone and metal.

The demon narrowed it's eyes in rage before it let out another wailing roar and charged at Peter who watched it for several moments before rushing to meet it's charge halfway. When it was close enough, Peter suddenly leaped over the charging Demon and as it passed beneath him, he shot out his blades and carved two long thin marks into the monster's head, neck and back.

"RRRAAAAGHH!" the demon roared in pain as it came to a skidding halt and turned to see Peter land in a crouch, it's blood bleeding from both blades.

Peter looked at the now angered demon with a smirk "Aww what's wrong grumpy, upset I gave you an owie?"

The demon roared in rage before it suddenly sent it's barbed tongue towards Peter who narrowly avoided the fast moving appendage by leaping to the side and broke out into a sprint as the deadly piece of flesh followed him like a demented snake.

He then raised his arm and shot out a web line off sorts and used it to pull him way from the ground and into the air, the tongue following close behind. Peter flipped in midair and watched as the appendage was close enough before suddenly grabbing it and stabbing it with one of his stingers, causing the demon to roar in pain as the area around the now bleeding wound was flooded with holy light, further burning the creature.

Peter dropped to the ground and watched as the Demon pulled it's tongue back until it reached the burn mark on it's flesh appendage. The demon growled in rage as it sliced off the damage part of the tongue and threw it aside with a grunt.

"Eww" Peter said with a shiver as the demon returned it's gaze to Peter and charged again, causing Peter to sigh in annoyance as he tensed at the approaching demon with his stingers siding back into his arm.

He waited until the demon was right on top of him and raised it's arms high to crush Peter when he suddenly leaped out and rammed his fist into the shocked demon's jaw, completely punching the lower portion of it off in a shower of blood and teeth. The demon let out a choked surprised yelp as Peter suddenly grabbed it by the roof of it's upper jaw and rammed his hand into the bloodied flesh all the way up to his shoulder.

"Oi ugly, remember when I stabbed you with my stingers earlier?" Peter asked as the demon began to shake around in attempt to get him off before it raised one of it's arms to try and crush him.

"Wonder what happens when I do that next to your brain?" Peter said as he unsheathed his stinger inside the demon's head, causing it to roar out in pain as the holy energy began to course through it's head.

Peter than kicked off the demon and landed not too far away from its charred tongue and watched with a blank expression as the demon gripped it's head, now glowing and slowly falling apart as the inside was burned before it's eyes erupted and were filled with blue and white fire followed quickly by it's mouth before it fell to the ground and began to rapidly burn to ashes.

Peter watched as the demon burned away before he nodded, satisfied his task was done before brushing some of the dead fiend's blood off his coat and began to make his way to the doorway.

"Now let's see what the Tribunal wants" Peter said to himself as he saw the small orb floating towards him "Take me to him messenger"

The orb glowed brightly for a moment and Peter's vison was blinded by a bright white light before it quickly died and it was replaced by a single platform floating in what looked like space. Peter glanced around the area and saw that aside from himself and a singular cloaked being on the far end, he was alone out here.

"Really need to get a better location, sure it's better than the Charred Council's little fire pit but come on would a nice calming field be too much to ask for" Peter said as he approached the cloaked being that was almost seven times the size of Peter's own form.

The cloaked figure glanced at Peter, it's face shrouded in shadow before it pulled back to reveal a golden face and spoke in a deep and heavy tone that caused Peter's bones to shake to their core from the sheer power echoed in each word.

"I have a task for you my Spider…"

"So I've heard" Peter said as he pulled his hood back and glanced up at his master "What is it? Another rouge Demon, an Angel that's gotten a little too overzealous? Heh, another Maker on the rampage with dreams of being the ultimate builder?"

The Tribunal shook it's head as it's golden face morphed into a deep frown "No… your task will be unlike any you've taken before. It will challenge you… force you to question everything you, I and others stand for…"

Peter raised a brow at that and held up his hands and made a stopping motion with them "Whoa slow down their big guy, what's going on? Please tell me the End War hasn't started because if it did, I left my 'war to end all wars' weapons in my other armored suit"

"An ancient threat returns. And with it, the potential to undo everything and throw it into chaos…" thee Tribunal said in a grave tone as it stood to it's full height "Seek out Azrael, he will tell you more of this danger"

Peter groaned at that "You mean I have to go to the White City?"

The Tribunal's response was to have it's face shrouded in shadow again as it returned to staring out at the vast reaches of the universe which further annoyed Peter.

"You know, if you had to go to that place as often as I do, you wouldn't be so quick to dismiss my complaints. For a bunch of holier than thou beings, they can be pretty petty and cruel when they want to be" Peter said as he turned on his heel and began to move away from the Tribunal and approach the glowing orb that brought him here "To the White City, the sooner I get there and meet with the Angel of Death, the sooner I can leave that place"

The orb's response was to glow again and whisked them away to the very center of Angelic power while the Tribunal continued to stare out towards the vast expanses of space with a hidden frown.

"Dark days are coming my little Spider… I fear all will be undone by those who seek to prevent it and others who wish to fulfil it" the ancient being said as it's head bowed in silence as the future it has foreseen draws ever closer.

Peter blinked several times as his vision cleared and found himself on a singular platform deep within the White City. Peter glanced around and admired the grand architecture of the home of the Angels.

"Heh, out of the millions of civilizations I've seen in my life time, only a handful could ever rival this place… and even fewer could surpass it" Peter said before the flapping of wings caught his attention and he turned to see the Angel of Death himself approach.

Azrael came to a stop several meters away and above Peter and gave the agent of the Tribunal a nod "Peter… it has been some time since you've last visited the White City"

Peter shrugged at this "Yeah well getting sneers and backhanded insults from you kin tend to make a guy feel unwelcomed and wary of returning. Now what is it that's so important? What did Abaddon finally admit his love to some random demon and propose to it, cause if so please tell me you have the image"

Azrael folded his hands in his robe before lowing himself to Peter's level "Tell me, what do you know of the Nephilim?"

Peter quirked his head at that, that was an odd question to ask "Uh that they were some creation of Lilith's from a mixture of Angela and Demon and raged a nigh unstoppable crusade in attempt to gain Eden for themselves. Well until the four Horsemen betrayed them in favor of the Charred Council and they wiped them all out. Not exactly uncommon knowledge"

Azrael nodded at this "Yes, on that day it was believed that aside from the Four that now act as the enforcers of the Charred Council, all the Nephilim were wiped out…"

"…But?" Peter said, having a sinking suspicion he knows what Azrael was about to say but hoped that it was instead just another Grand Abomination was found.

"But I have received reports that… perhaps not all of them were killed that day" Azrael revealed in a grave tone "There is still one Nephilim that lives"

At this Peter's eyes narrowed "…Is that right?"

"It is hard to believe I know but the reports are clear, and the sources are credible" Azrael stated as he folded his hands in his robes.

"How?" Peter asked with a skeptical look "The Four were quite thorough in their… first mission, for the Charred Council"

Azrael slowly hovered around Peter as he spoke, small images of the ancient race's war on Creation were conjured up before Peter's eyes "As you know, before the Nephilim were destroyed at the hands of the Four at Eden, they had laid waste to many worlds across the universe. Many Nephilim were killed in these battles as some of these world's inhabitants put up a far greater struggle then even any thought imaginable"

"It's always the nice quiet ones that end up surprising you the most" Peter said with a snort before his face became more serious "And I take it, that this long lost Nephilim, was one who was thought to have perished during one of these battles?"

"Indeed" the Angel of Death said with a nod before he showed the image of the Nephilim that had seemingly cheated death.

The image showed them to be around Peter's height, maybe a few inches taller, though there was no telling how truly big they were in real life. Nephilim had come in a wide variety of sizes and shapes ranging from looking almost like Angels and members of Peter's race to something more akin to a Demon.

The Nephilim's body was covered in some sort of dark purple and black armor that seemed to be made of a combination of metal and what Peter thought was some sort of flesh with multiple markings of some sort of langue that Peter didn't recognize but knew they were magical in nature. Their face, if they still had one, was covered by dark shadows casted by an equally dark hood.

"So… this is my target…" Peter said as he examined the image "Doesn't look so tough"

"Looks can be deceiving. While we know very little of most of the Nephilim barring the Four Horsemen and Absalom, we do know that this one's power was so great, that only Absalom himself and Death ever surpassed him in power" Azrael said as the image faded away.

"He gotta a name?" Peter questioned.

"None that I care to pronounce but he was known to many, even his own kin, as the Goblin" Azrael revealed.

Peter was silent for several minutes as he ran over what he was told in regard to this Nephilim. After thinking it over for some time, a thought came to Peter that began to nag at him until he had no choice but to address it now or risk it plaguing him until the answer comes to him in a less unsavory manner.

"Why me?" Peter asked as he glanced towards the Angel "Wouldn't one of the Four be more suited to this?"

Azrael didn't answer, not at first. Instead he simply turned away and stared out at the vastness of the White City. Watching as the angelic capital's various inhabitants went about their lives, unaware of the growing danger that this rouge Nephilim and others may pose to them.

"Tell me Peter, have you ever met any of the Four?" Azrael asked as he turned towards Peter.

"Uh no…" Peter said with a slow shake of his head "Why?"

"What of the Charred Council, have your duties to the Tribunal ever brought you into contact with them?" Azrael question with an unreadable look on his face.

"Nope" Peter said with a shake of his head "Only the Tribunal ever met and spoke with them and even then, it was few and far in between"

It was than that an old memory awoken in Peter's mind and he couldn't help but chuckle at it "Though my master always did seem to be in a less than happy mood after speaking with them. Maybe that's why their agents and his have never met. Either that or the Council didn't want to see how much better it is serving under the Tribunal and will up and leave them high and dry"

"That I can see being true" Azrael said with a nod, having dealt with both the Tribunal and the Council in the past and knowing them enough to see that their… differences, would lead to long and perhaps intense arguments.

"You haven't answered my question though, why not have the Four deal with this?" Peter asked with his arms folded across his chest "Far as I can see, they missed one and it's their duty to clean it up, not mine"

"The reason why this isn't being brought to the Four's attention is…" Azrael began only to pause as he considered the ramifications of revealing such information to the man before him. After several moments of debating the pros and cons he finally came to a conclusion and reluctantly continued "There are rumors that the Four and the Charred Council have grown… distant from one another"

"Distant?" Peter asked with a frown "What in the nine hells does that mean?"

"Well it is as you said earlier, about the Four leaving the Council even if it was meant as a jest" Azrael said as his wings gave a slow flap "For some time, me and several others, and likely even among those lurking in the various realms of Hell have noticed that the relationship between the Four and the Charred Council has begun to… strain, for the lack of a better term"

"Like the Horsemen aren't getting enough vacations and bonuses strained or their getting tired of being the Council's enforcers?" Peter asked with a quirked head.

"Who is to say…" Azrael said with a shrug "But it was agreed by both the Charred Council, several of my fellow councilmen and even the Tribunal that it would be best that the Horsemen remain unaware of this Nephilim's survival if we can help it"

"Why, you think it might cause them to revolt or something?"

"Unlikely but it may cause even further strain between the Four and the Charred council. Whenever things related to the Nephilim come up, the Four Horsemen get… complicated" Azrael said with a sigh "Just look at what happened with the Abominations vault"

Peter hummed at that as he rubbed the back of his head and decided to do a recount of what he's been told "So my master, the White City and the Charred Council want me to hunt down this rogue Nephilim who calls himself the Goblin, find out how he's still alive and what his plans are and kill him before the Four Horsemen catch wind of this… is there anything I'm forgetting?"

"No. Your mission while dangerous is painfully simple. Find this Nephilim, discover how he still lives and end him as quickly and as quietly as you can" Azrael said as he turned to leave.

Peter nodded at that as he turned to leave as well "I'll let you know when the deed is done"

"Trust me Spider, we will know" Azrael said as he watched Peter leave before he himself took off with a single flap of his wings.

Peter meanwhile approached the small orb that had first brought him here and spoke "Let's go"

"What is your destination?" it asked.

Peter was silent for a moment before he let out a tired sigh and pinched the ridge of his nose "If I'm going to find out how this Nephilim survived all these years I'm going to have to stop my search where he was supposedly killed and sadly the Angles didn't keep many extensive or detailed records on the Nephilim. Which means I'm going to have to go to the one place in all of Creation aside from the Four Horsemen that has such knowledge… hopefully"

"And where is that?" the orb asked as it began to glow brighter in preparation for the travel.

"To the home of Lilith… in Hell"


And done.

Next chapter Peter infiltrates the home of the creator of the Nephilim to uncover more about his quarry.