Okay, so remember when I had that old story 'The Devil of the League?' Well, I decided to bring it back but rename it. Since I already have a Marvel version up, I figured I'd get to work on a DC version of a DMC story with the OC discovering his power and blah, blah, blah. Of course, this will also be a harem story which may be bigger than the Marvel version since DC offers a bit more on the supernatural/demonic/mystic side of things, and I may add demonic and mystic women to the harem that would be attracted to someone with Sparda's blood and power flowing through them.
I hope you all enjoy this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or Justice League. I only own the OC Drake Redgrave.
Walking down an empty street was a seventeen-year-old male teenager. The teen had short white hair in a faux-hawk like style
His attire consisted of red pants with two black belts wrapped around his right thigh, a black, leather belt, black gloves, and high, black boots. He also wore a hooded long coat with Western and Italian features, that was a deep red, almost crimson color. The coat is short-sleeved, with numerous gold-colored studs decorating the shoulders, collar, and chest, with a single zipper on the front. While underneath the coat, he is wearing what appears to be a black long-sleeved shirt, with a red vest with black clasps over it.
This was Drake Redgrave, a half-demon who slays demons.
Turning down an alley, Drake went down a set of stairs, arriving at a door at the bottom and entered inside the now revealed bar. The bar was mostly empty, aside from the bartender and three of guys playing a game of poker.
Sitting at the bar, Drake clasped his hands in front of him.
"What'll it be?" Asked the bartender, cleaning a glass.
"Strawberry sundae." Drake answered, 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 Drake, as the bartender stopped cleaning his glass.
"Cause what I'm interested in, is this rumor I heard. They say that somewhere around here, there's a bar, more like a dive, a place where they'll take someone's life in place of money. Kinda scary." Drake stated, 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." Said Drake, 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, walking towards Drake, only to be met with the end of a black handgun pointed at him, before he was shot in the forehead.
The guy's body flew 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 Drake.
Ducking under the attack, Drake 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, Drake gave a small grunt, when it suddenly lunged and bit his arm.
"Not bad, Mr. Royal Flush." Drake 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, Drake swung the sword and sliced the monsters ahead off.
The sword was massive with a heavy double-edged blade, notched on both sides near the tip. The grip is plain, but the guard is skeletal, with a skull-design on each side leading to the rib cage from which the blade emerges; on one side of the blade, the skull is that of a human, while the other uses a horned demon skull. The crossguard looked to be the bones of the arms, but they were currently folded in against the ribs.
This was Rebellion, a sword given to Drake by his father, Sparda. (AN: It's the DMC 4 design of Rebellion but dormant like in DMC 3)
With the monsters dead, Drake sheathed his sword on his back and holstered his guns. Walking up to the door, Drake paused for a moment, before drawing his sword again and stabbing it through the door, with the bartenders body falling through the window not a moment later.
Pulling his sword out, Drake opened the door, stepping aside, as the boy fell to the ground.
"Next time you open up shop, don't forget to add strawberry sundae's to the menu." Drake said, walking up the stairs.
However, before he reached the top of the stairs, another monster emerged from the bartenders body and lunged at him. Though before it could reach him. Drake spun around with his guns and aimed them at its head.
"Jackpot!" Drake said, smirking as he pulled the trigger.
BANG!
A lone armored truck was racing down a deserted road out by the docks. In the cab were three terrified men, one armed with a shot gun.
The one driving spoke first "Anyone see him?"
"No." the man in the center seat said as he looked out the windshield "I think…I think we're good!"
Suddenly a figure landed on the hood of the truck, wearing a red coat, a black Kevlar attire with a hood and a mask that offered no expression. (1)
"No... you're anything but good." The figure growled in a voice disguiser. (2)
Rearing a fist back, the figure smashed it through the windshield to grab the wheel and jerked it, causing the truck to swerve out of control. The driver panicked and tried to hit the brakes but the truck then smashed into a small curve, causing it to lurch forward and fly onto it's back, landing with a loud crash and sliding across the ground. The only reason the men didn't go flying out the windshield was because of their seat belts that barely was able to hold them
The men groaned as they tried to shake the cobwebs off. Everything was upside down to them since the truck was upside down and they were still inside. The three men widened their eyes in terror when they saw their attacker walking towards them, coat billowing in the wind. The figure came to where the door was and it was pulled off it's hinges, then a hand reached in and grabbed the screaming man and tore him out
"Freddy!" the driver yelled before he too was grabbed and tossed out as well.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," The final man said in terror as he looked both ways to make sure he wasn't grabbed by anything before a hand reached in, grabbed him by the neck and threw him out as well, sending him rolling and slamming into a shipping container with a grunt next to his two knocked out friends. The third and final man groaned before he passed out as well after his head hit the metal hard, possibly giving him a concussion.
The figure walked over and pulled out some rope from inside their coat and tied the three men up. Once the figure was finished, their head perked up a little at the sound of police sirens and they made themselves scarce before the police could arrive. By the time RCPD arrived, they found the thugs tied up, and needless to say all the thugs were willing to confess. From atop a building, across the docks the vigilante watched as the thugs were taken away before they left.
It took him about ten minutes of jumping across buildings but he finally made it to his apartment. It wasn't exactly a five star hotel, but it was far from being a bad place and he got good deal from the owner.. She was a very sweet old lady who was never stern but so long as he didn't throw a party in her five story, and that he paid at least at the end of the month or half the second one he was fine.
Using the fire escape, he stopped at a partially opened window and pushed it up so he can get inside, taking off Rebellion and placing it against the wall then reached up and removed his mask to reveal the face of Drake Redgrave, the son of Sparda.
"Another night of success." Drake muttered as he took his coat off and hung it up before he took off his attire, then the underclothing before he stood there in just his socks and boxers. Entering the bathroom, he turned the shower on and took a nice, long shower. Once finished there, he dried himself off and got dressed in a pair of knee-length black shorts, going shirtless and sockless.
Drake jumped on the bed with a relaxed sigh before closing his eyes for some much needed sleep.
A good night indeed for this Devil...
And that's it for this chapter. Sorry it seems like there's not much, but it is just the starting point. Now, this will have a mix of DC stuff like New 52, Pre-New 52, JL 2001 animated series and JL unlimited and so on. Plus there will also be elements and characters from Mortal Kombat, Spawn and Darksiders.
Just to make it more interesting.
1. Prometheus' suit from the Arrow TV show.
2. Prometheus' voice modulator from Arrow.
Harem: Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Batgirl, Starfire, Black Canary, Huntress, Bekka, Artemis, Hippolyta, Donna, Powergirl, Fire, Ice, Zatanna, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Talia Al Ghul, Cheetah, Uriel, Angela, Maze, Fury, Circe, Aphrodite, Athena, Grail, Kitana, Jade, Mileena and Sonya.
There, 30 women should do it. Maybe I should add 30 women for the Marvel harem just to make it even.
Let me know what you think.
FYI, Lois Lane won't be in the harem, as she might take on a more motherly role for Drake. So don't bother asking or demanding for her to be put in.