Well, since I've got a DC version of this, I feel it's only right that I bring back the Marvel version. So, everyone, welcome to An Avenging Devil, the Devil May Cry/Marvel crossover featuring my OC, Drake Redgrave, the only son of Sparda and Eva, in the Marvel Universe.
Like A Devil of Justice, this one is starting before any crime-fighting stuff happens for the OC. I won't go into much detail, because that's just spoilers, only that this is also a harem story. Not sure if it'll be the same amount as A Devil of Justice or possibly more, but I don't want to put like over fifty women like I see some stories have... Maybe thirty or thirty-five in total, since I know I will get demands for certain females to be in the harem, but I don't pick just because their hot or something, I pick those that I feel could fit with the OC, whether it's being attracted to his demonic power or his personality.
As for what Earth this is set in, well I'm not really going to label that, but this will be a mix of comic books, TVb shows, animated shows, movies, maybe games.
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or Marvel. I only own the OC Drake Redgrave.
It was very quiet at night, save for the engines of vehicles passing on the streets even this late at midnight but some people do work and finish at such times. Walking down an alleyway was a seventeen-year old teenager, with icy blue eyes, fair, yet pale, skin and white hair that was set in a faux-hawk like style.
For clothing, he was wearing 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 young man's name was Drake Redgrave, the son of a powerful demon named Sparda and a human woman named Eva.
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 are folded in against the ribcage part of the sword.
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!
"Mr Redgrave!"
Drake opened his eyes, which held a bored expression as he looked at the teacher who was giving him a very disapproving glare while some of the students snickered or glanced back and fourth between him and the teacher. "Yes?"
The teacher narrowed her eyes. "This is your first day here at Midtown High, try to look as interested as everyone else is."
"Whatever you say, teach." Drake said with a lazy wave of his hand as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.
"And take your feet off the desk." The teacher snapped, gesturing to Drake's crossed legs at the ankles, which were propped up onto the desk. Drake rolled his eyes but did so, though he remained leaning back with his arms crossed. The teacher huffed and got back to the lesson at hand, with the half-demon ignoring the snickers and whispers from the other students.
'I'm starting to regret this.' Drake thought with a mental sigh as he rubbed his temples. Although he was required by law to attend school, even though he was at the age where he could leave, but that would mean he'd have to go look for a job. And considering his profession that was more of a free job... he doubted having a paid, normal job would last given how frequent he had to hunt demons or demons popped up to try and kill him for being what he is and who he is.
So when he arrived in New York from Redgrave City, he enrolled into Midtown High which was an easy process, not quite like how moving into his apartment in Hell's Kitchen was. He did consider Brooklyn or Queens, but decided Hell's Kitchen was good enough... if you ignore the name, the state, and the three gangs that seem to operate a lot around there; the Dogs of Hell, the Kitchen Irish, and even the Mexican Cartel.
Okay, those last two aren't exactly gangs, more of a mob and cartel that extend beyond New York given their names.
And yes, he knows his last name is named after the city he used to stay in, but it had been for the better.
Drake sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before glancing at the time, grunting when seeing it was only half an hour until the class ended. Day one in this school and already he seemed to be the talk of it, given the whispers about his hair, to which some called him a delinquent for. There was also the classic jocks, there's also the cheerleading squad that consisted of rather attractive young women, most of which were no doubt sleeping with the jocks as he could smell their scents on each other... some more stronger and recently than others which made his nose wrinkle just thinking about it.
Finally, the lesson finally came to an end with the sound of the bell ringing. Instantly, students were getting to their feet and clamouring to get out while the teacher tried to maintain order. Drake just scoffed at the lack of control the teacher had over her students. That's what happens when you're teaching teenagers who care about nothing but three simple things;
Social life, sex, and gossip.
Seriously. that's like the main thing with teenage humans. They always talk about shit on social media, listen for the latest gossip, or talk about guys/girls they'd love to have sex with or did have sex with, or are thinking of having sex with. Drake wasn't like that. While he was 100% straight, not that he had anything against gay people, he did not go around saying which women he'd like to be in bed with like most boys of this school. He had no time nor interest in looking for a relationship.
Shouldering his bag with a sigh, Drake kept to the back of the horde of students as they exited the classroom and into the hallway, where more students were spread out like cockroaches. Like Drake thought, some were in their groups, chatting about life's latest stuff or their sex lives in such 'discreet' manners Drake rolled his eyes once more.
Arriving in the lunch hall, Drake's attention was instantly caught by the group of students that were surrounding something. Narrowing his eyes, Drake walked over while tossing his bag to an empty bench in the corner, which he already picked out upon entering the hall. He pushed past several students in the crowd, ignoring their comments and huffs upon him doing so. His eyes landed on 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.
When the kid was pushed in his direction, Drake grabbed him and pushed him behind him. "That's enough." He said firmly, looking at the jocks, his eyes landing on one that he recognized to be Flash Thompson.
"Redgrave?" 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 glanced at the kid, then at Flash as he noticed some of the girls arrive to see what was going on, one of which was Flash's girlfriend, Liz Allen, or was she his ex? Drake didn't know, and he didn't really care. "Right... because pushing a kid smaller than you is the definition of 'fun'." He drawled sarcastically, then shot a glare at the crowd. "Get lost and go stuff your faces. Nothing exciting is going to happen anyway."
The crowd eventually dispersed, muttering in disappointment. Flash looked ready to start something but Liz and one of his buddies spoke to him and he soon left, but not before sending Drake a glare and a scoff.
Drake exhaled a sound then turned to the kid who was watching his bullies leave in shock.
"You alright?" Drake asked and the kid looked up at the white haired teenager in shock and awe, before he gave a hesitant smile.
"Eh, y-yea. T-thanks."
Drake nodded and turned to go to his table when he noticed the kid following him. He said nothing about it as he took a seat, choosing to get a good look at the lunch hall before he digs into his lunch. He made his own, so he didn't have to worry about being stuck in that extremely long line.
"I-I'm Peter." The kid said, catching Drake's attention to see he had his hand sticking out with a hesitant smile. "Peter Parker."
Drake gave a small smile and shook it. "Drake Redgrave."
The rest of the school day passed, and it soon came time for everyone to go home, much to Drake's happiness. Right now, he was exiting the building and making his way to where a black and red motorcycle was parked.
"A Kawasaki Ninja 400, nice." Just as he swung a leg over to straddle the seat, he stopped to turn around and face the owner of the voice. And he was very glad that he wasn't as hormone-driven or stupid enough to gape with drool going down his chin like most boys probably would've done so had they been in his current position.
Because the young woman before him was extremely beautiful.
She was around the same age as him, alluring with long-flowing red hair, – a definite plus in his 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 just did a quick up and down glance of 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 Redgrave. No shortened version or anything like that. DR doesn't exactly sound catchy." 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 Drake's 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 snorted. "I'm no hero. Just a guy who can't stand seeing people pick on those smaller and weaker than them."
MJ frowned at his tone, sensing a deeper meaning behind it. "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 getting on his bike and he was soon driving off to his apartment.
Okay, that's the first chapter done with. It's not much of a start, but it did feature a medium-sized amount of content. I mean, Drake met Peter Parker, Mary jane and Flash Thompson. I wish I could've made it longer, but I think this part was good enough to end it. But anyway, welcome to An Avenging Devil, brought back from the dead just as A Devil of Justice had been.
Now, I want to address the recent cleansing of most of my stories. I have realized that some are too similar to other stories, so I had to get rid of them in order to begin working on original content of my own design. I do apologize, as I know some of them were your favourites, but it was for the best. Plus, I had too many and it was becoming a problem, even if most were completed one-shots. But for now, I'm sticking with the current amount I've got. Maybe I'll publish one more to make twenty five altogether, and there won't be a new story until all twenty five are completed.
Now, you lot most likely want to know the harem of this story. Well, my total is most likely twenty, twenty five or thirty... Marvel does have a lot of women that I know will be suggested, so here's who has been picked and confirmed so far in no particular order.
Harem: Mary Jane Watson, Black Cat, Black Widow, Warbird (Carol Danvers), Jean Grey, Emma Frost, Scarlet Witch, Psylocke, Spider-Woman (Jessica Drew), She-Hulk,