Disposable Heroes: A Daredevil and Hellblazer crossover
Disclaimer: Ok OK!!....jeez dude...I don't own Daredevil he's a property of Marvel and I don't own John Constantine he's a property of Vertigo. This is just a work of fiction that I myself have made up and any other character I put in are properties of there respected companies...Can I sodding write now?...Thank you...bloody nancy boy.
Chapter One: The Devil
Karen Page was never one for faith or never had a faith for that matter at least that's what Matt thought. A year after her murder, Daredevil now had no faith
He sat atop St' Michael's Church...pining and contemplating the so-called "faith" he once thought was the answer to all of the world's problems now he thought it to be a cause. He stood and looked over the huge granite cross at the busy Hell's Kitchen streets.
"Hard to protect people when you don't want to protect yourself." He thought darkly.
He jerked his head. "Scream...woman...less than thirty feet away." He said softly as he sprinted toward the ledge of the cathedral. He jumped blindly...no pun intended. He pulled out one of his billy clubs from the pockets at his legs and extended the hidden cable inside. It caught a water tower and The Devil used it to swing to where the sound waves originated. He landed on the unsteady ground and fell through the rotting boards.
One....two...three floor...on concrete he found solid ground. The Man Without Fear groaned nosily and shook the deep throbbing pain out of his head.
"Damn...should have heard the boards..." He said softly to himself. He rose to his knees...and the pungent smell of recent death hit him in strong waves...a smell the Guardian Devil was all too familiar with. His mind flashed to the recent radar sense sight of the parish of dead nuns...compliments of Bullseye ending with the death of the only woman he ever loved.
The Devil shook the images from his head and rose to his feet. He stomped his foot and saw the atrocities that awaited his blind eyes. Crucifixions, Pentagrams, melted candles covered in blood, and bodies...countless lives sacrificed to heathen and pagan gods.
"My God...how could I have missed this hell hole?..." He thought horrified. As he made his way down a seemingly endless hallway he extended the billy club he had been clutching, ever alert for sounds and sights of movement...hostile or non. With each step more horrifying scenes were revealed to him; heads separated from the body, long dead skeletons still caked in flesh, and the ever increasing smell of death.
Daredevil reached the end of the hall to find a door covered in metal casings. It had a single symbol burned into the center of the door...a snake twisting up a upside down cross.
"A cross defiled...Witches or Satanists..." He spoke aloud trying to unravel the question of who was behind this. In seeing the cross a spark of faith renewed in Matt. He took a deep breath and entered the room. The first step reveled a large double decker foyer walls lined with book shelves and littered with candle holders with wicks burning. The hall was littered with bodies and demon rites...but this room as clean and straight but the smell of death still lingered heavily.
"The room....it looks as if someone was...expecting me for God's sakes.." He thought puzzled. He caught a hint of Chandelle lipstick. Daredevil snapped to attention and looked to where the smell was coming from. At the far end of the room there was a girl kneeling, shaking, and sobbing the Lord's Prayer. He ran to her and dropped to one knee. He stopped the prayer abruptly and started screaming.
"No...No...I'm gonna get you outta here..." He said trying to sound comforting...not knowing the hells she has seen and see until her death.
"HE'S COMING!!!," She yelled at The Devil "NO...escape....HE'LL KILL US BOTH!!!!" She stopped and got silent. Daredevil tried to pull her to her feet but...she was caught on something. He slammed down his billy club and saw her bewildered and blank face. He looked down and saw a single jutted claw protruding from her chest....covered in blood, pulp, and bone fragment. It retracted from the lost soul and he caught the sound and sight of the hell beast running. The waves never crossed over the beast so Daredevil never saw it completely. The Man Without Fear followed the human looking creature and rased his club.
He brought down the club and connected...with nothing. The sounds and waves of the beast had disappeared. He wheeled around to still see nothing. He heard the faint sound of laughter...The Dark was beginning to rise.
The Man Without Fear now had something to fear.