Right, so I have decided to try and do more Marvel stories than DC stories because I have noticed I have been doing more DC than Marvel, and Marvel was what I got into first when it comes to comic books and superheroes. I doubt there will be a DC cersion of this, t may be Spawn if it is but I'm not sure yet.

This is also going to be a harem story but it won't be a big harem story. Maybe about 15 women will do, I'm not sur eyet but I sure as hell ain't going over 50 women.

And as you can tell by the title, the OC i'm using is my Demi-Demon OC AKA The Shadow. That may not be an original name, but it works for now.

On a dark night in the city of New York, nothing really changes in this place. Everyone constantly look over their shoulders in fear as crime is at an all-time rise. Robberies, murder, kidnapping, drive-by, hijacking, gang wars and so much more. The Police were up to their necks in solving such crimes as taking down one results in two more popping out of nowhere. It doesn't make things better with some of the members letting the criminals go scot-free due to bribery and blackmail.

However, a new kind of Predator was at large in New York City, one that would hunt the corrupt.

This person walked down an alleyway, the sound of his boots echoing throughout the darkness. The figure was actually a young man, about 17 years old, had raven black hair seen underneath the hood of his long black coat. Other than that, the young man had pale white skin, wore a gray tank top, black fingerless gloves, black faded jeans, and black military boots.

He whistled a merry little tune as he came to a stop at a flight of stars going down to a door. The young man smirked before he walked down the stairs, walking to the door and opened it. Immediately his nose was assaulted by a foul smell and he nearly grimaced but kept his expression blank as he walked over to the bar, glancing out the corner of his eyes at the table where a few men were playing a game of cards.

"What will it be?" The bartender asked without looking at the new customer who sat at the bar on a stool.

"I'll have a Strawberry Sundae." The young man said, with the bartender chuckling as he turned to face him.

"This is a bar, kid, no place for someone like you." Stated the bartender.

"Really? Just trying to sweeten up the air in here, it smells like shit, or more like, blood. And that's fine with me." Said the young man, as the bartender stopped cleaning his glass.

"Cause what I'm interested in, is this rumour I heard. They say that somewhere in New York City, there's a bar, more like a dive, a place where they'll take someone's life in place of money. Kinda scary." The young man stated with a chuckle, looking over his shoulder when one of the players snickered

"Sorry, forgive me pal." Said the player.

"Royal straight flush, is it? Playing a hand like that could kill a guy." The young man said, before looking forward, while reaching into his coat, while the player set down his cards and stood up.

"How about, I buy you a round!" He said, suddenly lunging towards the young man, only to be met with the end of a black handgun pointed at him.

BANG!

The gun fired off a shot, sending the bullet into the guy;s forehead. The impact of the bullet caused the guy's body to fly back with blood flying out of the bullet hole, but rather than dying, a monster seemed to burst out of his body and charge at the young man.

Ducking under the attack, the young man slid back, just as the other two players also transformed into monsters, as well. Pulling out a second handgun, being white in color, and shot the two monsters three times in their heads, reducing them to bloody paste.

Going to aim at the first monster, the young man gave a small grunt when it suddenly lunged and bit his arm, but the young man didn't seem to be caring about the pain he should be in as that would hurt a normal human being.

But this young man was far from a normal human being.

"Not bad, Mr. Royal Flush." the young man stated, dropping the gun in his free hand and held his now free hand out.

Immediately, a large demonic sword fell out of the sky, crashing through a skylight. Grabbing the blade, the young man swung the sword and sliced the monster's head off.

With the monsters dead, the young man sheathed his sword on his back and holstered his guns on the back of his waist underneath his coat. Walking up to the door, the young man paused for a moment, before he smirked, drawing his sword again and stabbed it through the door, with the bartender's body falling through the window not a moment later.

Pulling his sword out, the young man opened the door, stepping aside, as the body fell to the ground.

"Next time you take people's lives and set up shop...do it discreetly so I don't get alerted to it." The young man said with a scoff as he walked up the stairs. Behind him, one of the monsters burst out the body of the bartender and lunged at him with a roar only for the young man to whirl around, his hood falling down and allowing his snow white hair to be free, his icy blue eyes staring coldly at the demon, with the white handgun in hand.

"Bingo." Drake Maverick smirked coldly before he pulled the trigger.

BANG!

BEEP! BEEP! BEE-! SMASH!

Drake groaned as he opened his eyes and lifted his head off his bed pillow. "I hate when I do that." he muttered with annoyance at smashing the fifth alarm clock this week. He really needed to work on his reflexes, but he just really enjoyed his sleep...especially after last night.

Sighing, Drake got out of bed, revealing he was entirely naked as the day he was born. He glanced back at his bed, seeing his equally naked bedmate was still asleep. Drake stood and grabbed some clothes for himself. The Demi-Demon put on clothes consisting of a faded black, 3/4-length, hooded leather coat with red interior linings and the British Union flag sewn on the left arm, a gray tank top, black fingerless gloves, black faded jeans, and black military boots.

As he got his coat on, the woman in his bed woke up."Too early for this… come back to bed." The woman grumbled, finishing with a yawn as she slowly picked herself off the mattress. She was like all the various woman that the Demi-Demon spent his nights with, beautiful. "Don't tell me you have school or something… right?" She asked jokingly at first but then it turned a bit more serious as she saw him give a sorta look.

"Sorry." Drake said sheepishly while fixing his hair and getting the messy parts out. "I am only 17 years old, so I still need to be in school just now. My mother would kill me if I didn't go."

The woman sighed and fell back onto the bed. "I'll take a shower soon then leave. Shame you can't stay and join me~"

"Sorry love." Drake said with a sorry smile at the woman he had spent the night with before he picked up his schoolbag and left. There was nothing really valuable for the woman to grab or steal so he wasn't worried. She was a simple human, driven by their needs and he satisfied all of her needs last night after hunting those demons down.

A guy's gotta celebrate some way other than drinking.

Drake was no ordinary human. He was what is known as a Demi-Demon, the offspring of a demon and Dragon Goddess. His father was a very powerful demon that ruled a part of Hell, and his mother was the Dragon Goddess of Light and Justice, but when she gets angry she becomes the Goddess of Carnage. They stayed in his father's castle in Hell, a place no demon would dare attack because of his father's power and strength.

Drake however wanted to enjoy a human life and promised to kill any demon that came to Earth in an attempt to conquer it. So Drake took up the role as a protector of Earth and Humankind, despite being young.

Though that didn't stop his mother was coming to Earth and making sure he was going to school, which annoyed him. he knew what he needed to know, he had his education yet his mother still wanted him to go to school, and teased him on meeting a girl so she can have grandchildren to spoil, which made him blush and shout that he was still young for fatherhood and he wasn't dealing with that whole 16 and pregnant bullshit drama that happens in schools most of the time.

Exiting his house, which was a little suburban house in Queens, Drake walked over to the garage where a black Harley Davidson Chopper was sitting. Drake got onto his motorcycle and started it up before he gunned it down the street and in the direction he needed to go where the school was located.

Midtown High.

"Mr Maverick." Turning his gaze from the clouds he had been looking at, Drake turned to face the teacher who was looking at him in irritation. Many of the other students had also turned to look at him and he squashed his feeling of annoyance at their constant staring.

One thing he also had to point out about why he hated school was the students. All of them complained about their home lives, their parents and even about their boyfriends/girlfriends, yet they lived such peaceful and easy lives. Honestly, couldn't they moan about other things other than their boring lives that nobody gives a damn about?

"Yes?" Drake almost growled out.

He didn't really care of what rumours about him fly around, that he was a rebel, that he was some delinquent, that he was sleeping with the female teachers, which he wasn't but damn did this school have some hot women as teachers. There was also his blatant disregard for authority. He respected no one unless they earned it, and were just just given it like they expect.

"T-t-try and pay attention to what I'm telling you from now on." The teacher stuttered out, shifting nervously under the piercing and judging gaze of the new student. He would never admit it, but the new boy, Drake Maverick terrified him. He had always brushed off and ignores the rumours surrounding the black haired teen as nothing more than children being children, but whenever the young man gave him that look, he could see why they thought so.

Rolling his eyes, Drake returned to looking out the widow. Why did his mother have to put him through this torment?

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long because as soon as the teacher began to drone on about how some chemicals reacted in a certain environment, the bell rung. This was followed by the students eagerly packing their bags, and chairs scrapping across the floor.

The teacher himself tried to calm the class down, but no one was listening. Just like Drake had noticed, he had no idea how to control a class of young teenagers properly.

Exiting out into the main corridor, Drake move down with his backpack slung over his shoulders and his eyes panning over the many students that littered the corridor. Despite their only being a few minute interval between classes, some students were obviously in no hurry to get to their next class on time.

Many were stood in small cliques and friendship groups and were talking about miscellaneous and boring subjects that had no real relevance to their future. Instead of being focused on improving themselves, many seemed content to simply coast through life. The sound of laughter and jeering quickly caught his attention and as he turned the corner, he came to see a group of jocks picking on a scrawny kid. Considering the fact that many were big guys, it was highly unfair for the little guy that by the looks of things seemed both terrified, confused, and also resigned to his fate.

His eyes then landed on one of the individuals pushing the kid. 'Flash?' He knew about this guy of course, he had tried to invite Drake to join the Football team when the Demi-Demon had shown slightly above average physical abilities, nothing that would hint he was superhuman, but just enough to show that his muscled build was not just for show.

Drake of course had refused, he was not some bully after all and he didn't tolerate bullying of any kind. It was just the weak picking on the weaker because they think they can.

Drake walked over. pushing Flash's friends out of his way without a care for their safety. "That's enough, Flash." He said firmly, pulling the kid out of the group's grasp.

"Maverick?" Flash appeared confused for a moment, angry as well, no doubt due to his fun being ruined. However, he quickly put on a friendly smile. "What you doing, man? We were just having some fun, weren't we Parker?" He glared at the kid as if daring him to deny it.

Drake looked down at the kid in his hands with a raised brow and watched as his eyes flickered around as he tried to think of a way to salvage this. Seeing that, he wasn't going to be able Flash's question, Drake decided to do it for him.

"Really?" Drake drawled out sarcastically. "Because it sure didn't look like you were 'having fun'. Tell me the truth instead of lying out of your ass."

Flash's eyes narrowed even further and Drake withheld the urge to smirk. It was obvious to him and many other people watching from the sidelines that Flash was getting angry, scratch that, downright pissed and many wondered excitedly if a fight was about to break out.

"What's it to you anyway asshole?" The crowd oohed at that.

Drake just smirked this time. "Get better insults, pal. I've been called that 150 times in my life." Drake walked forward, then stopped forward so that he was invading Flash's personal space. "As for why I'm getting involved." Here he stopped looking at Flash, who had stumbled back to out some distance between the two of them, and was looking at his group of goons. "It's because I find that five of you guys picking on one scrawny little kid to be very pathetic."

Stepping back, Drake put his hands in his pocket and watched as Flash tried to appear tough despite being clearly intimidated.

"Try me, bitch..." Drake said as his posture shifted a bit to one of a person that will not hesitate to fight back. His purple eyes narrowing with a look of violence in them that scared the humans around him "...and I'll knock your ass out unlike the rest of this lot because they fear you. Me? I don't. So leave."

And they did. They ran.

"Pussies." Drake muttered and turned to the crowd. "The fuck you all looking at? Go do something better with your lives instead of watching your only form of entertainment!"

The crowd quickly scattered to go about their day.

Drake turned to the kid that he helped. "You alright?"

"Eh, y-yea. T-thanks." The kid said with a hesitant smile.

"Don't mention it." Drake stuck one arm out. "Names Drake, Drake Maverick."

The kid gripped Drake's hand and shook it. "Peter Parker."

Drake nodded then looked at the clock on the wall. "Well Peter, it's been fun but I have to get off to maths otherwise miss Bruner's going to be pissed at me." He started walking forwards, just as Peter called out for him.

"Wait!" Drake turned around just as Peter crashed into him, not having expected the black haired teen to stop as suddenly as he had. "Eh, w-well, I just wanted to let you know that I'm also in miss Bruner's class. We could go together if you want." Drake looked down at Peter with a raised eyebrow as he saw the nervous fidgeting. No doubt, Peter was very grateful and a little awed by him and wanted to at least be friends, if only for safety from Flash.

"Sure." Peter flashed him a smile once more and the two walked in silence down the corridor, passing a few other students that pointed and whispered at Drake as he walked by. News seemed to pass by very quickly. "So, that happen often? Flash bothering you that is."

Peter frowned and looked at the floor dejectedly. "Yea, I'm not the only one he does it too, but I'm his most popular choice." Drake snorted at that and Peter even smiled slightly, despite neither finding it very funny.

"Well then, consider me your official bodyguard." Drake said with a smirk and cracked his knuckles "I stop you getting your ass kicked while amusing myself with putting Flash and his goons in their place. That's a win-win for me."

Peter smiled, happy to have made a new friend as they walked towards Maths.

The rest of the day soon passed by for Drake and he soon found himself walking towards his bike in the parking lot. Thankfully no one has touched it, which was okay with him because if anyone so much as touches his ride then they will be seeing a hospital room much earlier than they wanted.

"A Harley Davidson Chopper, nice." Just as Drake was about to start his ride up, he turned and faced the owner of the voice. And it took a lot for him to not have his eyes widen and jaw drop in near shock.

Because the young woman before him was extremely beautiful.

Sure, he had spent a lot of time in the company of extremely beautiful women and slept with them. The young woman before him however, was equally as beautiful in her own way. Not as mature looking, but equally as alluring with long-flowing red hair, – a definite plus in his books, redheads were at the top of his good books – a curvaceous figure with a generous bust. Not too big and not too small and she was obviously not afraid to show her figure with the hip hugging jeans and crop top.

"Yes, it's a nice ride." Drake agreed, as if he hadn't spent a few moments to take in her figure, by the way she was looking at him she didn't mind. "Shame I can't really test out its speed fully with all the speed limits and whatnot."

"I guess that would be a downer." She then stuck out one hand with a smile that Drake hesitantly took. "Names Mary Jane Watson, but most call me MJ."

"MJ?" Drake repeated slowly, before he flashed her one of his own smiles. "Drake Maverick. No shortened version or anything like that." She smiled slightly. "So, what can I do for you, MJ?"

"I just came to say thank you. For what you did for Peter." She clarified and upon seeing his furrowed brow, gave some more detail. "I moved to Queens only a couple of weeks ago and I'm actually Peter's neighbour. He's a nice guy, friendly if a little shy. Flash tends to not pick on Peter when I'm around, partly because he thinks that I'd date him despite him having only just broken up with his girlfriend, Gwen. But I'm not-"

"-Always around." Drake finished getting a nod from Mary.

"Yea. So I want to say thank you for what you did, not many people would have done that. It was very…" She took a few moments to decide on what she was exactly trying to say. "Heroic."

"Heroic?" Drake smirked in a way that conveyed self-deprivation. "That would imply I'm a hero and I'm no hero."

Mary Jane frowned and looked to try and argue with him, but she decided to let it go for now. "Okay, I still think what you did was heroic and very brave, but you can think what you want as well." She shrugged her shoulders before giving Drake a wave. "Anyway, I need to get off, maybe I'll see you around sometime."

"Yea, I'll see you later." He waved back before he drove off...

And that's it for this chapter folks. I hope you all enjoyed it as the start of this story. I may be using my Demi-Demon OC a LOT more now, because I have been thinking a lot and felt like I haven't used this OC as much as I should've. I won't be making any Son of Sparda OCs anymore, the only DMC OC is the one from my Devil May Cry/Percy Jackson series.

So the OCs I may do more are my Demi-Demon OC and my son of Godzilla OC, the latter because I use my Host of Ghidorah OC too much.

as for the harem...

Susan Storm.

Mary Jane Watson.

Felicia Hardy.

Jean Grey.

Jessica Drew.

Jennifer Walters.

Natasha Romanoff.

Betty Braddock.

Amora.

Emma Frost.

Red Sonja.

Wanda Maximoff.

And last but not least...Carol Danvers (Warbird, not MCU version. When she wore that black leotard with the yellow lightning bolt on the chest. Better than her Captain Marvel days, fucking MCU ruined that.)

That's the woman in the harem, no more shall be put in.