Alright, the remake of The Devil of the League has been brought back! I know I had it up at one point, but I hadn't really thought about what I wanted to do in the first chapter since it was not my best work to be honest, especially for just the beginning of a long-ass story.

My goal is to give the OC a very compelling origin story, how he was affected by the death of his mother, having to live up to the legacy of his father, the need for vengeance and revenge against demons for their hand in killing his mother, and then the reason he gets into crime-fighting.

So, welcome to my Devil May Cry/Justice League story, a rewrite of the original story but hopefully going to be more better. Instead of starting with the OC a year or two into his hero career, I'm going to start off before he even becomes a crime-fighter.

And yes, the story is still a harem.

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or Justice League. I only own the OC Drake Redgrave.

He groaned from his position on the floor, his vision blurry as he saw smoke and heard several crashes. His vision then cleared up and he saw his mother run in with a frantic and worried look.

"Come here!" She said, quickly grabbing him.

She pulled him over the closet, before opening it and putting him inside.

"You need to hide, Drake. No matter what happens, you mustn't leave!" She said, before looking back when she heard a crash that was getting closer.

"They're here!" He heard one of the monsters snarl.

"I can smell their blood! HAHAHAHA!"One laughed crazily.

"I'll lead them away. Don't make a sound. I promise I'll be back." His mother said, before cupping his face. "I know this hard, but you must listen to me. Be a big boy…a man, huh?"

He could only nod, his vision blurring from the dizziness after being struck by a falling vase. However, he registered the feeling of his mother's lips against his forehead as tears ran down her cheeks and she pulled away, looking at him with her hazel eyes.

"If I don't return, you must run. By yourself, alone. You must change your name. Forget your past and start a new life as someone else. A new beginning." She said, before closing the closet and running off.

It wasn't long before he heard the monsters again.

"There!"

"It's Sparda's whore!"

"Get her!"

"I want to rip out her heart and feast on it! HAHAHAHA!"

The last thing he heard was his mother screaming before he fell unconscious...

"GAH!" A teenager at sixteen sat up in his bed, body sweating as he gripped the bedsheets tightly and looked around wildly before blinking when he saw his bedroom walls and ceiling, remembering that he was in his apartment and not... there.

On that day.

The teenager of sixteen had short white hair that was brushed down, blue eyes, fair, yet pale skin, and was only dressed in a pair of knee-length black shorts for bed.

This was Drake Redgrave.

Drake inhaled deeply than exhaled as he swung his legs out from under the bed covers and leaned his elbows on his knees, burying his face into his hands as his body shook from several emotions, the trauma of that day had not left him by any means. Every night, when he closed his eyes, he could hear his mother's screams, the laughter of her attackers as they murdered her... and he couldn't do anything to save her that day. When it was all said and done, all he had been left with is a burnt-down house, the weapons that belonged to his father... and what was left of his mother's body.

Drake's breathing became more erratic as his hands clenched into fists and he lowered them from his face, revealing a dark and fierce expression as he stood and walked over to his closest, opening it to reveal a strung up punching bag behind it with piles of clothes dumped at the bottom. However, Drake was focused on the punching bag as he stared at it, his clenched fists shaking as he heard the laughter of those monsters.

He drove his right fist into the bag, then quickly punched it with his left.

Soon, he had a pattern going as he attacked the punching bag with furious strikes, which got stronger and more anger-filled as minutes passed, Drake's breathing turning wild, grunting and growling as he continued.

"MOMMY!"

"AHHHHH!" Drake roared and punched the bag hard one more time, sending it into the wall and detaching from the hook hiding it up and it fell down, an imprint of it in the wall. However, Drake didn't care as he stood there, staring down at it, his shoulders heaving with heavy breaths.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Drake looked up upon hearing a knock at his door and left his bedroom, crossing through the living room and into the hall where he walked over to the front door. Unhooking the chain, then unlocking the door, he opened it with an annoyed glare to see the landlady of the apartment complex he lived in, Miss. Mittens. A nice woman in her 60s, got along well with most of the tenants living in the building, though some she argued with due to them bringing alcohol, drugs, or having loud, rambunctious sex that shouldn't be loud enough for nearly a whole building to hear.

Humans and their need to be intimate.

"Miss. Mittens." Drake muttered with a cold, uncaring tone of voice, even when the 60-year old woman was giving him a very stern but equally annoyed look.

"Mr. Redgrave, what have I told you about using that punching bag and making it hit the wall?" The landlady asked, hands on her hips to add to the stern image she was presenting. Drake rolled his eyes, figuring she had been in the same landing as his door when she heard his punching bag hit the wall hard which got her attention. Just what he needed to add to his already fucked up morning.

"Whatever." Drake shook his head and went to shut the door when she placed her hand on it, causing him to stiffen and look at it with narrowed eyes then look at the woman with a glare. "What?"

"This is getting worse, Drake." Mittens said, this time in a more softer, but still stern, voice. "i don't know what you've been going through, but you've been like this ever since you applied to live here five months back. All I've gotten is complains about your attitude, the fights you get into with your neighbours, you even smacked one's head off the wall two weeks ago!"

"He was getting into my business and he was drunk off his mind." Drake said with a hard tone, showing his uncaring attitude once more. He didn't start that fight, the drunk bastard should've went back to his scantily-clad girlfriend that night and continued his... carnal acts with her. "He's lucky I didn't put him in the hospital."

Mitten raised an eyebrow at him. "You gave him a concussion!"

"His problem, not mine." Drake shrugged his shoulders uncaringly. "If you don't mind, I need to get dressed for school."

With that, he slammed the door shut and waited until he heard his landlady let out an annoyed huff and walk away before he put the chain back up and walked back to his bedroom, resisting the urge to just fall back into bed and sleep rather than deal with the annoyance that is school and teenagers... but then his mind turned to the nightmare he had.

Drake growled and slammed his forearm against the wall, causing a small crack to appear in the wall. He inhaled then exhaled, proceeded to shake his head and then walk into his bedroom to get changed. However, when he opened his wardrobe, he paused as he saw an object within among the piles of clothing not-so-neatly folded.

Reaching in, he grabbed it and took it out, revealing a sword. A massive longsword with a heavy double-edged blade, notched on both sides near the tip.

The only thing he had left from his father... aside from his blood flowing through his veins.

Drake shook his head and tossed the sword back into the wardrobe, yanked his school clothes out and slammed the door shut...

Might not be much, but I do hope it was a good start to show what Drake is like, the mindset he's in. He's a little bit like Vergil in terms of personality right now, cold and uncaring. Of course, he will eventually warm up but that requires character development. He's also a little bit like Bruce Wayne/Batman from The Batman (2022), which was a little bit of inspiration for Drake's origin into his hero career and mindset after his mother's death.

Hope you all enjoyed this, even though the first chapter didn't offer too much into the OC's life aside from showing he's a cold-hearted, uncaring teenager, little broody and dark, and gets into fights with his own neighbours.

Now, this story will contain stuff from TV shows, movies, animated, the comics, as well as stuff not from DC comics.

Like Spawn, Darksiders, Mortal Kombat, maybe even Vampirella, Lady Death, Purgatori.

As for the harem...

Harem: Wonder Woman, Starfire, Supergirl, Powergirl, Hawkgirl, Batgirl, Raven, Zatanna, Black Canary, Huntress, Hippolyta, Artemis, Donna, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Tala, Talia Al Ghul, Cheetah, Circe, Cheshire, Uriel, Angela, Death, Maze, Fury, Aphrodite, Athena, Grail, Bekka, Kitana, Jade, Mileena and Sonya.

Is it too big? Maybe. I'm sure I can handle it. It'll be the same for the Marvel version. Besides, I welcome suggestions.