MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

It's that time of year again, where families spend the day together, kids opening presents and running amok like they have had WAY too much sugar in them, Christmas dinner being laid out with the turkey, eggnog, roast beef, Christmas gravy, you name it.

I figured I would give all of my amazing readers a Christmas gift by posting a chapter for eleven of my stories, eleven that i will be putting my focus on until they are completed. I will get back to the remaining six after the chosen eleven are completed. The eleven stories that I am going to be focusing on are as follows;

The Descendant of Revan: The Clone Wars

The Bladewolf of Destruction 2

Marvel's Spawn

High School DxD: The Dragon God of Destruction

Hell's Worst Nightmare

Hell's Hellhound Prince

Heart of a Dragon

Fairy Tail: The Titan-Slayer

Fairy Tail's Demon Hunter

An Avenging Hellspawn

A Hellspawn's Justice.

I know some of you probably wanted Son of Thor on that list, but I am doing my best with that. But for now, these are the eleven I'm focusing on just now. I'm going to try and make at least ten before posting one, that way there is a daily update. And once the ten are posted, I'll work on the next ten after a little break.

Hope you all enjoy your Christmas Day with your families.

Answers to reviews:

Azreus: Well, it only went three seasons and I'm sure that if it still continued, they would've adapted more from the comics. Do remember Al Simmons relied more on his training with guns than his Hellspawn powers. I'm going to build up Nathan's use of his powers, sans the counter because that will just annoy me.

dragosdumitru27: I'll think about adding her.

Perseus12: Thanks.

ayatoamagiri3425: Thanks.

bige2613: You mean Death of the Endless? Not sure.

Godofwar01: Thanks.

Disclaimer: I do not own Spawn or Justice League. I only own the OC Nathan Nolan/Spawn.

Given that his car was not in the parking garage of his old home, Nathan knew it had to have been taken. the punk kid couldn't take no for an answer, so he slaughtered Nathan's family, killed Nathan himself, just so he could take his car.

And there was a nearby mechanic shop that he knew well. With luck, the car had been taken there or at least the owner of the shop might have something to tell him. And it helps that he was old friends with the owner.

Which is why Nathan was at the mechanic's shop, having went in through the fire escape, and stood in the office, hidden in the darkness as his old friend, Aurelio, walked in while sighing.

As soon as Aurelio sat down, Nathan stepped out of the shadows while addressing him. "Aurelio."

"Jesus!" Aurelio shot out of his seat and drew a gun, pointing it at Nathan who took off his mask, much to Aurelio's shock. "N-Nathan? Jesus, you're meant to be dead!"

"I am." Nathan said hoarsely, walking further into the light, and letting Aurelio see what he had become of him.

"Shit... What the hell happened to you, man?" He asked with disbelief.

Nathan sighed. "Don't ask." He looked at the man. "Five years ago, my wife and kids were murdered by some rich punk kid, Russian. He took my car. Did he bring it here?"

Aurelio said nothing for a moment, biting his lip. He then sat down at his desk, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses. He poured one out and held it to Nathan who took it without taking his eyes off his old friend.

Once Aurelio finished pouring himself a drink, he sighed as he held the glass. "He did." He admitted, taking a gulp first. "Iosef Tarasov took it. He was the one behind the murder of your family."

The name sparked a flare of recognition in Nathan's mind. He knew the kid looked familiar, for he had worked for the kid's father at one point. "Viggo's son." he stated. The Tarasovs are a Russian crime syndicate based in New York City, with the head being Viggo Tarasov. As an ex soldier and assassin, Nathan had been hired by the man to do a few jobs that earned him a lot of money.

Aurelio nodded. "Yeah. Came in wanting the plate changed and new papers. I told him to get out when I heard he had killed you, Sarah and the kids. Jesus, I know the kid is a little shit, but to go that far?"

"He didn't commit the act himself, his friends did." Nathan said in a hard tone. "But he sure as fuck had a hand in it."

Aurelio swallowed a lump in his throat. A pissed off Nathan Nolan was not a good thing for whoever was on his hit list. The man had a fierce reputation from his days as a Black Ops assassin. "So what are you going to do?" He asked, though he had a feeling that he knew what Nathan was going to do.

Nathan looked to his left for a moment, then looked at his glass of whiskey only to down it in a few gulps, ignoring the burn in his throat. He placed the glass down and looked at Aurelio. "Kill the fucker and anyone who gets in my way."

With that, Nathan took his leave. Aurelio watched, knowing that a storm was coming and Nathan Nolan... whatever had happened to him, was going to be the cause of it.

After Nathan left, Aurelio was left alone in the shop after hours, glancing at the phone repeatedly before he sighed and picked it up, dialling in a number. The phone rang several times before it was answered.

"Yes?" The voice of Viggo Tarasov came on the other end.

"You have a problem, or rather... your son caused a problem." Aurelio said, not hesitating to be blunt with his words. If Viggo knew what was coming for his son... well, he was about to learn that soon enough.

"What?" Viggo inquired with a sigh.

"Five years ago, the car he got? It belonged to Nathan Nolan." Aurelio said. There was silence on the other end, Aurelio knowing that Viggo was taking in that revelation. "And he didn't just steal Nathan Nolan's car, sir, he... killed his wife and kids. And... he's looking for him."

"...Oh."

Viggo felt like the world began to shut down around him after hanging up the phone with Aurelio. He was moving stiffly and didn't hear a word Avi was saying when he was speaking to him.

"Sir?" Avi spoke when he realized that Viggo wasn't paying attention.

"Have you seen my son?" Viggo asked.

Iosef walked in and saw his father, Viggo, and Avi by the bar pouring themselves a drink with crystal glasses.

"How was your trip, kid?" Avi asked.

"We won't be hearing from them anytime soon. Or ever." Iosef said proudly

Viggo said nothing and casually walked over to his son and gave him a glass of expensive vodka that burned going down the throat. He grabbed the front of Iosef's jacket and looked at it. "That's a nice jacket." He said robotically.

"Yeah?" Iosef smirked.

"Yeah." Viggo suddenly railed back his arm and punched his son straight in the stomach. Hard. Iosef crumbled to the ground and immediately started to vomit up the burning vodka that he only swallowed a moment ago. Viggo tossed a towel at him and spoke in Russian. "Clean that up."

"Should I go?" Avi asked, kinda hoping that Viggo would say yes. Viggo then began to speak in Russian to him. "Viggo, English, please."

"Stay, God dammit!" Viggo seethed and took his suit jacket off.

Iosef felt his stomach burning and body shake as he tried to clean up his own bodily fluids from off the expensive hardwood floors. "What did I do?" He struggled to get out, much less breathe.

"You fucked up." Viggo rolled up his sleeves.

"We did what you asked," Iosef spoke through his teeth. "No one saw shit."

Viggo grabbed Iosef by his jacket and yanked him to his feet. "I'm not talking about Atlantic City." He said, right up in his face that twisted with anxiety and anger. "I'm talking about five years ago. You stole a car."

"What, then? So I stole a fucking car, I've done it be-" Iosef was cut off as Viggo, annoyed, punched his son in the stomach once more, and left him there on the ground, quivering in pain.

"Aw, fuck, Viggo!" Avi exclaimed and really just wanted to leave now. "Right, I'll go-"

"You stay!" Viggo pointed at him sternly, making Avi cave. With a sigh, Viggo went back behind the bar, pulled up a bottle and began to pour himself a drink. "It's not what you did, son, that angers me so. It's who you did it too."

"Who? The fucking nobody with his bitch wife and bratty kids?" Iosef screeched and looked at his father like he was crazy.

"That fucking nobody... is Nathan Nolan." Viggo said, his voice a chilling cold whisper. He took a heavy drink. "He was once an associate of ours. We called him мрачный жнец."

Iosef frowned as he got to his feet. "The Grim Reaper?"

"Well, Nathan wasn't exactly the Reaper." Viggo said darkly. "He's more like Death's very emissary because anyone who crosses him has died."

"...Oh." Was all Iosef could say, seeing just how serious his father looked and spoke about this guy.

Viggo walked towards his son slowly. "Nathan... is a man of focus, commitment and sheer fucking will. When he has a goal, nothing will stop him from seeing that goal accomplished. He's an ex soldier, black ops, government assassin. Think of all the shit he's had to do, every off the book mission that was like literal hell. We had his services acquired because... well, he liked the pay. But I think... he just enjoyed the killing. I once saw him kill five men in a bar... with a pencil. A fuckin' pencil." He cracked a grin because he found this whole situation insane and enough to laugh at. "And then one day, five years ago, he planned to retire and give it all up. His wife was having their third child, after all. So I gave him a task, an impossible task, a job nobody could've pulled off but he did. The bodies he buried that day lay the foundation of what we are now. And then, my son, five years ago, you steal his car and kill his fucking wife and kids!"

"I killed him as well!" Iosef stepped forward. "He was shot several times in the chest!"

"Oh?" Viggo raised a brow, his tone almost mocking. "Then explain why I got a call from Aurelio who told me where you that fucking car from?! And also, if Nathan Nolan is dead, why did Aurelio also mention that Nathan was looking for you?"

Iosef's eyes widened at that, swallowing as he felt a cold shiver go down his spine. "You-You must've heard wrong." He said shakily. "He's dead. He got six bullets put into his chest!"

Viggo scoffed. "Nathan is a man of sheer fucking will as I just told you! He's taken worse than six bullets, and managed to get up! The man is too fucking stubborn to die! But now he's back, after five years, and he's coming for you."

"Father, I can make this right." Iosef declared.

"Oh? And how do you plan to do that?"

"By finishing what I started."

Viggo scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Did he hear a fucking word I said?" He looked back to Avi. "Iosef! Iosef! Listen!" He wrapped his arm around his son that he knew...would be the last time. "Nathan will come for you. And you will do nothing, because you can do nothing. So get the fuck out of my sight!"

He pushed his son away and watched his scamper from the room, putting a hand to his forehead and rubbing his brow. He knew, deep down in his soul, no matter how much protection he places around Iosef...

Death was coming for him. Perhaps for them all.

And that's it for this chapter. Yeah, I did say I was taking some stuff from John Wick for inspiration of this arc because... why not? nathan Nolan is meant to be a mix of John Wick and the Punisher, at least when it comes to the killing and fierce reputation.

Let me know what you all think in the reviews.

I hope everyone has a great Christmas day! And once more... MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ONE AND ALL!