Disclaimers: I own nothing except my OCs.
This story will be around my OC Christopher Spector, who is based off Marvel's Moon Knight, as well as Lucifer Morningstar and Chloe Decker from the Lucifer TV show.
Most of this is copied as a backdoor pilot from my other fanfic story, Nathan Queen aka Ghost Rider, you don't need to read that story to understand this one, but there will be parts of this chapter you won't understand if you don't but you'll understand the part about Chris. But it'd add something if you do read as Nate and Chris are going to crossover a bit so it'd be good to get to know their characters.
This chapter will be mostly from Nathan Queen's point of view. But the one's afterwards will be entirely from Christopher's.
The Devil, the Detective, and the Vigilante
Chapter 1: A Crescent Crusader
Nathan Queen's P.O.V.
I walk into the bunker. "Anything interesting happening?" I ask.
"No. today's been pretty quiet for Starling actually. But I'd rather talk to you. Laurel told me you missed her date to get drunk. What happened?" Oliver asks.
"Drop it," I hiss, my demonic voice accidently leaking out. I step back taking a breather. "I-I'm sorry. I just thing I need to sit down and take a breather," I say, sitting on Felicity's desk. Oliver's concern grew. Before Oliver could voice his concerns, Roy came in.
"Hey, guys, have any of you talked to Thea recently?" Roy asks.
"Why," I ask, getting up out of the chair.
"She came to my house. She didn't say anything, she was crying. Completely petrified," Roy says.
"Well her club was just invaded by vampires so I can't say I'm surprised," Felicity says.
"No it seemed like more than that. I don't know how to describe the fear in her eyes," Roy explains, causing me to ball my fist, no one noticing the tears falling from my face. "And it was more than hurt, it looked like she'd been emotionally pained, as well," Roy adds.
"Like she'd been betrayed," I say, I then flip the desk over, launching it, and everything on it including an expensive computer into the wall, letting out a demonic cry that was almost deafening.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" Felicity shouts, pushing me.
"What's wrong with me!?" I shout, my tone and the look in my eyes making her back up. "What's wrong with me is that everyone thinks I'm a thing. A monster. They treat me like a fiend who doesn't care about anyone. Like a moralless monstrosity that lives to kill. No one sees the man, no one knows who I really am! And everyone is scared of me, and all I do is hurt the people closest to me, when all I've ever wanted was to protect them! That, that is what's wrong with me!" I scream, my tears are now becoming a flood, and my eyes are glowing orange.
"Nate, just calm down," Roy begs.
"Don't tell me what to do!" I shout, knocking him so hard that he's sent flying. Felicity rushes over to Roy, Diggle points his gun at me, and Oliver, the look of fear and shame is present on his face. I run out of the bunker, feeling broken.
Time skip.
I go to a drug deal at Roxon. But as I get there, I see a vigilante beet me there, just not one who's apart of team arrow. A man in a white hood costume, and a white mask and a crescent moon as his symbol. He beats all of the men in the room, killing or knocking them with his crescent-moon-shaped throwing blades, his bo staff, or his guns. Then when only one men's left standing a dirty member of Roxon. "Tell me where the Committee is based," the masked man orders.
"I won't talk," the dirty member of Roxon says. The masked vigilante throws one of his moon-throwing stars into the man's leg. He screams in pain. "I don't know. The only person I know who deals with them directly, except Ella, Ella Sterling, she's the only person I know who does," the man begs. "Please, don't kill me, I'm telling the truth."
"I believe you," the masked vigilante says, causing the man to sigh in relief. "I just don't care," the masked vigilante adds causing him to scream as he gets a bullet shot through his head.
"Hey, Moon Man," I announce my presents as I jump down from where I was watching him from. He turns to me and instantly starts shooting. He notices it does nothing. "I just want to talk!" I shout. He grabs out his bo staff, and he pulls it into two separate sticks. He then lands a couple of combo hits on my, which actually hurt, much to my surprise. I then grab one of the twin bo staff components. He then hits me with the other causing me to lose my balance and knocking the other one out of our hands. He then puts his other staff piece on this hook on his uniform, before going behind me and snapping my neck. He then grabs his other staff piece, and tucks it away before starting to walk off until he hears my neck snap back into place. He then grabs out of the pieces of his staff and throws it at me, but I dodge and get on my knees. He reaches for his for one of his throwing blades but I swing my flaming chain grabbing his chain, preventing him for doing so. I then pull him over to me and leap, bashing his head into my knee. He stumbles trying to get balance after such a devastating attack but I unleash an even more devastating one punching him into the wall. I wince.
Time skip.
The masked man wakes up in the room. Sara's league safe house. "Who exactly are you?" I ask.
"Really? So your gonna pretend you didn't look under my cowl?" the vigilante asks.
"No, I didn't. I know what a secret identity means, and I'd like you to talk to me, and I'd rather like not to force you as I kinda like your style," I explain.
"Well, you can call me Moon Knight," the vigilante says.
"Spirit of Vengeance," I reply.
"Heard about you on the news. Pretty infamous, though I do admire your work, though I was honestly scared you were going to kill me," Moon Knight explains.
"I only kill those who deserve it, and I'm not sure whether or not you do," I say.
"Well, thanks, I guess," Moon Knight replies.
"I have resources and will be able to find this Ella Sterling, but before I can do that, I need to know whether or not I should help you," I say.
"That's a long story," the man says. "My name used to be Chris Spector, but I became a mercenary. My brother, Randall, offered me a job. He's a big member of this group, they call themselves, the Committee. They have control in the Whitehouse, to cops and Prosecutors almost every city across the world. But after the Incident, they wanted to make sure they would always have control, and so, they looked into enhancements, both science and myths. But one, that my brother Randall was interested in was the power of Knoshu, the Egyptian god of Moon and Vengeance. The only way was to either make an honorable sacrifice in front of one of his totems, or kill 23 innocent souls in a ritual sacrifice, and force him to bestow you with his powers. My brother, he wanted to do the other. And I am a horrible person, but he was planning on killing children. I couldn't let him do it, so I tried to stop him, and he killed me, but Knoshu brought me back to serve as his avatar of justice and settle my score. My brothers sneaky and has more resources than you could even imagine. He's been in hiding, so I find the Committee, I find him, and I can put an end to his madness, once and for all," Moon Knight explains. By the end of the story I'm speechless.
"I'll look into it, and if you're telling the truth, I'll help you," I say.
Moon Knight sighs. "Thank you," he says, he obviously doesn't like saying it.
"Some advice from another vigilante killer who's come back from the dead, don't close yourself off, or be too afraid to ask for help, it might be hard and painful, but it also gives us something to hold onto. Life's hard, especially for people as messed up as us, so without something to fight for, we'll break," I say.
"Maybe, your right," Moon Knight says. "Well, whatever the case, thank you, Spirit of Vengeance," he adds.
"Please, call me Nate," I say, as my flaming skull dissipates and my skin grows back. I fold out my hand. We shake.
"You can call me if you ever get yourself in over your head," Moon Knight says.
I scoff. "And you won't?" I ask.
"No, I won't."
Time skip.
I went to the warehouse I was staying in while I was living alone. I had already called the other telling them, where I am and that I had a confession to make.
Oliver, Laurel, team Arrow minus Felicity, as well as Buffy, Xandar, Giles and Willow enter. When Laurel, Oliver and Buffy see me they run over and give me a hug. "We've been so worried about you," Laurel says.
"Yeah, and I'm sorry about that," I say.
"You said you had a confession to make," Diggle says.
"Yeah, when we fought the vampires, Thea, she found out who I was. She was terrified of me. I've been literally turn apart by hellhounds and somehow the look of hate in her eyes, it hurt a hundred times worse," I explain.
"Why didn't you talk to me?" Oliver asks.
"Let's face it, I've never really been good at asking for help. Even before this whole possessed thing. Though, I'd like to try and change that," I say. "Roy, Felicity, I'm so sorry. I need to learn to control my emotions. And Laurel, I don't even… I can't begin… I'm… I'm…," I stammer.
Laurel then shuts me up with a kiss. "I forgive you," she says.
"Thank you," I sob, happily. I then hug her as hard as I can without hurting her.
"If you don't want Thea to see you as a monster, then don't be one, help people instead of hurting them," Diggle says.
"I can't, Diggle," I say.
"No, you mean won't, because…," Diggle argues.
"No, I mean CAN'T!" I shout, interrupting him. I then take in deep breaths. "I can't," I repeat quietly.
"Why not?" Buffy asks.
"Because, I-I'm scared," I admit. Everyone was taken back by that.
"Sacred?" Diggle asks, before scoffing. "Of what, your practically invulnerable."
"I died. I made a deal with a being in what felt like hell and I came back to life, with powers that make me invulnerable, but my deal was to do and kill as he or his minion asks. And-and if I break that deal, I don't know what he will do. Who he will come after. Because he knows, the only thing that matters to me is the people I care about. If I don't kill for him, he could kill anyone or everyone I care about. Yeah, I pretend that I have a sadistic love for killing, but it's pretend. I don't love it. And I'm not pretending to you, or this city, but myself, because if I think I am, it's just a little bit easier," I explain. "I'm not scared of death, I'm scared of failing the people I care about," I say.
Time skip.
"Felicity, I need your help?" I say.
"Really, after the stunt you pulled this morning, you want my help!?" Felicity asks.
"I've had a rough few days, and I'm truly sorry about how badly I react and the damage to your equipment I caused. Especially the equipment, I know how badly I'd react to having my hell-charger damaged, but this is for a friend. Someone who really needs help. A good person. I will do whatever I can to fix the damage I caused, but please, help my friend," I say.
"You're going to mop up your mess and then you're going to buy replacements for all the equipment you broke," Felicity says.
"Yes, ma'am," I reply.
Time skip.
I walk over to Chris. "How you doing?" I ask.
"Fine," Chris says.
"My friend, she found something. Ella Sterling is in LA and so is your brother," I say.
"What?" Chris asks.
"My friend found a picture of him in the background of a social media picture. He's good, but even good people can slip up," I say.
"You think LA could be his base of operations?" Chris asks.
"I think that it's possible," I say. "And if that's the case you'll need resources. This took my friend several hours, and she's great with computers. Your brother, he has lots of resources, you'll need some if you're going to find him," I say.
"I'm just going to bash people's heads one of them tells me where he is," Chris says.
"And when he finds out your looking into him in his turf, he's might just move and then you'd lose him," I say.
"Yeah, maybe, but who could I trust," Chris says.
"I know someone," Zarathos says through me.
"Who?" Chris asks.
"My brother," Zarathos says through me.
Time skip.
Chris and me are in a car driving to LA. "So, Z, you never told me you had a brother," I say.
"Well, to explain, I have to start at the beginning. At the dawn of the universe my Dad, who you know as God, and my mother the goddess met, had sex and they birthed the universe, creating all of their children, the angels, including me, Zarathos the angel of justice. When Dad created humanity he had me avenge any death and any wrong committed by a human, starting with Cain. But one day I thought a group of demons and they banished me to hell. My brother Mestho found me, one of the two devils," Zarathos explain.
"Wait, there are two devils?" Chris asks.
"Yes, the two of them rebelled against dad, but they were both banished to hell. Lucifer he hated it, but Mephisto he loved it, he had power and an army, he's pretty power hungry. Once Lucifer realize how evil Mephisto was he tried to fight him and they basically have been having a gang war for eons over hell. Mephisto when he found me in hell he kidnapped me and torture me for eons. He broke me and turned me into what I am now," Zarathos explains.
"And what about Lucifer?" I ask.
"He tried and tried but he could never save me from him, and then five years ago he left me for a five year vacation here, in LA," Zarathos explains.
"And you think he can help me?" Chris asks.
"Luci's resourceful, and he always at least tries to keep his word. If anyone can find information on this organization, it's Luci," Zarathos says.
"And where is he?" Chris asks.
"A nightclub he owns, probably, called Lux," Zarathos says.
Time skip.
We are at Lux and the bouncers stop us from entering. "Tell, your boss that his brother Z wants to see him," Zarathos says without the demonic tone.
"It'll take a minute," the bouncer says.
"We'll wait," Zarathos says.
After a minute wait, the bouncer returns. "the boss wants to talk to you," the bouncer says taking us to Lucifer in his penthouse.
"Leave us," Lucifer says to the bouncer. "Is that really you, Z," Lucifer asks.
"It's me, brother," Zarathos says in a demonic tone.
"It's good to see you again, to see you free," Lucifer says.
"I've come here because my friends need assistance, and you might be the only one capable of helping us," Zarathos says.
"Anything you need," Lucifer says.
"This is Chris, and he's the one who needs your help. His brother Randall, he's a psychopath and runs a criminal organization. Sound familiar to someone we both know, and he needs your help to finding him," Zarathos says.
"And why do you think I'd be able to do that?" Lucifer says.
"Well, your wealthy, resourceful, devious, trustworthy and at least always try and keep your word. Think of this as paying off the debt for letting Mephisto torture me," Zarathos says.
"I never let him do anything, for eons, I tried to free him from you," Lucifer replies.
"And then you left me! To go off party while our brother made me wish for a quick death!" Zarathos shouts.
Lucifer doesn't know how to respond to that. "I will help you, of course," Lucifer says.
"Do I have your word that you will do whatever you can to help my friend," Zarathos asks.
"You have my word, brother," Lucifer says.
"Then I'm done here," Zarathos says.
Time skip.
I'm driving the car home. "So, Z, you seem pissed at your brothers. You want to talk about it?" I ask.
"No," Zarathos says.
"Why haven't you gone after revenge at Mephisto after what he's done?" I ask.
"Because he's too powerful, he has a legion of demons at his command, and has made deals, gained people's souls, and with each soul he collects he gains more power. He's too powerful for me to stop," Zarathos says.
"For what it's worth I'm sorry you had to go through all of that," I say.
"I appreciate it," Zarathos says.
Okay, this is the first chapter. The next one will be more about Chris and his friendship with Chloe and Lucifer.
Also, Chris will have Dissociative identity disorder and I've come up with two other personalities.
One, Dr. Knight, who's gonna basically be like a cross between Question from the Justice League cartoon and Rorschach from the Watchmen movie.
And the other is going to be Steve who is going to like Lucifer.
Do these two sound good or do you have a suggestion for another.
Please, favorite, follow, and/or review, and until next time, Ant boy out.