Hello everyone, welcome to another story of Zer0's. Yes another story but not just any: A special one that I have been working on for a little bit, it appeared in my mind a few weeks ago and I just had to write it. Welcome...to A Devil's Justice. This story is honestly a really great one that I am gonna enjoy writing, mainly my characters progression in the series.

I cannot go into to much, but I'll let you read and I'll get into the main juicy stuff at the end of the story. Enjoy.

Disclaimers: I do not own anything here. Justice League is owned by DC, DMC is owned by Capcom, but the only thing I own is my OC.

Chapter 1: Rise of the Devil Part 1

(Red Grave City)

The world was filled with monsters: some hidden in the shadows, some in plain sight that wish to terrorize cities with their insanity. Some are good at hiding their true intentions, and those caught in their crossfires are the unlucky ones. Like the same can be said for one eight year old girl tied down on a bed in her shirt and panties. Her name was Anna Hernandez, she was stolen from her home in the dead of night. She didn't know what she did wrong, she was so nice to this man when they accidentally bumped into each other. Now here she was: her innocence defiled, her soul crushed…. By a monster.

CLICK.

Her eyes widen as she half expected the man that kidnapped her to enter the room. She heard footsteps hit the ground softly behind her, the room so silent she might as well hear her own footsteps. She thought this was the man's new kind of twist at torturing her, use the window like he was a burglar. She attempted to struggle against her bonds but the only movement she could make was her head. She saw a shadow above her, the only light in the room was the ceiling, as a being with a hood stood over her. Tears fell down her face as she started sniffing in fear waiting for the worse to come, a hand reaching out for her. She watched as the shadowy being reached over his shoulder and pulled on something, her fear skyrocketed at seeing a very large sword be pulled out. She cried as the blade swung down, then the room was silent.

"Anna?" A voice called out as a door opened from above, a man stepping down. He was a handsome man, with perfect skin, strong jaw, little baby fat, blonde hair and blue eyes. All a perfect face, a perfect mask for the monster known as Adrian Jacobs. He owned a chain of hardware stores, volunteered at soup kitchens, coached middle school football.

And tortured little girls. Perhaps there was a reason for it: humans are not born monsters, they are made. Adrianne walked down the stairs where he kept Anna only to find her bed (table) to be completely empty, the rope that bound her sliced in half. His handsome face soon contorted into anger, reaching for his secret gun.

"Where did you go, you little bitch?!" He snarled as he scanned the entire room yet saw no sign of her. How the hell could she escape? It was then that he notice a shadow from the light above him, turning around his eyes widen in shock and fear seeing the shadowy figure. Before he could react a left hook sent him flying across the room and had not been held back he would not only have had all his tooth knocked out, his jaw broken, he would have been dead. He crashed into some boxes, spitting out a cups worth of blood as the being walked towards him. Adrianne pulled out his pistol and fired at the being, however he was shocked as the bullets did absolutely nothing to the figure, one even hit the only light source in the room unless he turned on the main lights.

"S-Stay away from m-!"

WHAM!

KRAAK!

Adrianne was once again hit in the cheek, but he had no time to recover as the mysterious figure pulled him by his hair and hoisted him into the air. Adrianne felt the air leave him as a knee crashed into his ribs, breaking three as well. Adrianne was sent flying face first into the wall, nose broken and unconscious. The figure walked over to a switch and turned the other lights on, they reached into clothes and pulled out a camera. They started taking pictures of the room before putting the picture down and pulling out a piece of paper. Twenty minutes later the sirens of police echoed on the street before several barged into the apartment. They made their way downstairs and they were surprised at the sight before them. A bloody faced man tied next to a table and a camera on the table with a piece of paper on it. One of the officers reached down and took the paper, reading what was on it.

'Evidence to put this monster away' :3

Meanwhile, across the city, a woman sat at her table with a cup of coffee in her hand, and her head resting in her other. She hasn't slept in days, how could she? She hasn't seen her daughter in weeks, and no one can find her: Not the cops, not her family, and not even herself. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't do anything, she felt so helpless.

CREEK!

She looked up, hearing sounds of soft footsteps above her, in her daughters room. She cautiously walked up stairs and towards her daughters door. She peeked in but the moment her eyes laid on the bed she gasped and swung the bed open.

"Anna….Oh my god, Anna!" Anna eyes bolted open as she looked over to see her mother. Tears fell down their cheeks as mother and daughter hugged each other in comfort. Anna mother thanked whatever God came and brought her daughter back in her arms in safety, while Anna was thankful for the being that saved her.

From the other side of the building, staring across into the window and watching the two comfort each other. A figure watched them crouched with his arms resting on his knees, while his coat fluttered against the wind. Their mouth covered by a rag but the lip area formed into a smile, a light sigh of happiness escaped their throat before something started ringing. Looking down they saw their watch ringing, pointing out his next move.

"One last thing tonight, then home." With that the figure dashed across the building. Jumping across them with moves that would make a parkour master faint from shock and the pure awesomeness.

(Docks)

"Come on boys! Keep moving those crates." A thug yelled as he ordered his men around. The thugs were currently moving crates of weapons into three trucks. The group of thugs worked for one big time Crime Lord: Tobias Whale. He was one of the big time Crime Lords in Redgrave City, while not as big as the Penguin or Black Mask in Gotham he was not someone you want to be on his bad side. Whale sent his men to the docks to...borrow some weapons for the RCPD.

"We've gotta move these crates or Whale will have our heads." The main thug said as two of his men carried a crate over to him. They dropped him the crate as he opened its contents to reveal rockets made from ARGUS.

"Damn, look at those babies. Enough power to blast through a tank and level a building." The thug said as he picked up one and aimed it at some crates, scaring the two thugs. He chuckled before putting it back, closing the crate. "Now put those in the trucks, we gotta get these to Whale….before you know who gets here."

None of the thugs, except for the new muscle head, need to be reminded who to look out for. This vigilante was no Batman, but he took down several outposts of Whales and taken down several small crime lords. No one knew who the guy was but they heard some myth about how wherever the vigilante went, that monsters followed behind. Of course those were myths and on one has seen any sight of these 'monsters'. "Boss doesn't want that vigilante getting in the way again."

"Aw shucks, Whales reminds you guys of me?" Every thug jumped at the sound of a voice call out to them, a male one. "Guess I don't need to make a sneaky introduction." Was the last thing the voice said, followed by a red blur and a cry of pain. They all turned to see one of their own smashed into the ground, a figure above him with the lights on him. For the ones who never saw this vigilante finally got a good look of them, and were quite surprised at who stood before them.

A young male like figure, standing at 6'1, with pale white skin from the only sight of skin on his arms. He wore a long red coat with the hood over his head covering his face, a rag covering his mouth, a black muscle-shirt beneath that, a pair of black pants, and military combat boots. He wore fingerless gloves, the thugs notice two pistols holstered on each side of his waist, and what was on his back surprised and scared the thugs: The blade was half the teens body with the max height reaching his chest if they were to be compared side by side, the colors crimson red, light orange, and pure silver colored the blade. The handle was red with the pommel was a curved end, connecting to a red curved guards, three red gems on the center of the blade. The blade orange metal moved forward like hellfire spewing from the mouth of a demon, but from it came cold steel of the end of the blade, with an orange tip like a snake tongue. It was quite the sight to see as the teen dusted off his hands and turned to the thugs.

"Though a kick ass one is always necessary for a hero like me." The hooded vigilante exclaimed with a thumb to his chest, before pointing at the thugs. "Now puts the crates down, or else."

"Or else what? You gonna take us down Mr…..uh.." The leader looked at his thugs, before back at the vigilante. "Whats your name again?"

"What?" The vigilante asked before he slapped his forehead in realization. "Oh shi-Right, my name. It's uh…..Um...one second." Turning his back to them they heard ruffling as the vigilante searched into his coat. "Okay...No not that one….Never again…...How about no…..God why did I write that one…..Fuck it." Crumpling up a piece of paper the vigilante tossed it aside and turned back to the thugs. "Beware villains! For if you do not put down your weapons, you will face the wrath of….The Crimson….Um….Kitsune!" The vigilante exclaimed (Crimson Kitsune?: The Young Hero) with his left index finger pointed at them, taking a pose like he was some sort of promotional hero.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...It's a work in progress." The vigilante shrugged, and that was all that needed to be said before several thugs pulled out their guns and fired at the vigilante. However they were very surprised as the Vigilante danced around the bullets, before hopping into the air like a spinning blade. He reached into his pockets and pulled out two objects in each hand: Both heavily modified Smith and Wesson Model 500 double-action revolvers, one was crimson red and the other oceanic blue. They both had traditional 6-shot cylinder with targeting sights, the guns also has a molded wooden grip and an intricate design on both guns: On the red was a scarlet Sun and on the left was a Full Lunar Moon that were carved into the left side of the guns.

He twirled the guns before pulling the triggers, unleashing a hail of bullets far faster than any Machine gun in the world. Each shot, each bullet went right through the barrel of the guns each thug was holding, the force caused the guns to explode. The thugs cried in pain as their hands burned and some shrapnel's hit them not to kill but for pain as whatever remained of the guns crumbled to the floor. The vigilante landed back on the ground and holstered his guns, taking a bow.

"Bullseye. Now whose next?" The leader gave an annoyed grunt, before turning around and gesturing to someone near the trucks.

"Lunkhead, take care of him." The Vigilante watched as a very large man, standing two heads taller than him, drop a box and walk past the thugs and towards the vigilante. The thing that stood out about this Lunkhead was that there was a huge lump on his forehead, hence his name. The stared the other down, no fear in the other eyes, before the vigilante spoke up.

"So…..how'd you get the lump?" The vigilante asked politely as he pointed at the lump on the mans head. The gargantuan man stoic face lighten up, like a baby as it pointed at his head.

"Mean Batman hurt me. Pain won't go away." Lunkhead said, his voice sounded uneducated like that of a child.

"Oh man, thats cool that you met Batman, sucks that he did that. Hey it could be worse, I heard from some other thugs that Batman kicked a guy so hard his footprint was permanent on the guys face and now he goes by Bootface." The Vigilante said, making Lunkhead laugh at such a funny name like Bootface. Once they stopped laughing the muscle head thug sniffed the air, before looking down at the vigilante.

"You have candy?"

"Oh yeah." The vigilante reached into his coat and pulled out a wrapped chocolate bar. The piece of candy made Lunkhead face beam with happiness at seeing his favorite delectable.

"I was saving this for after taking you guys down but I can get another. Here ya go big guy." Lunkhead giggles like a child as the vigilante opened the candy bar and have it to Lunkhead. The whole time the other thugs were just jaw dropped, never in there lives would they see a hero talk to their muscle like he was having a conversation you would have with a friend. The main thug right eye was twitching in annoyance, he hates idiots and Lunkhead was the worse.

"Lunkhead love chocolate. Red hero Lunkhead new friend." Lunkhead exclaimed happily while the vigilante chuckled scratching the back of his head.

"LUNKHEAD!" Lunkhead turned around to see his superior glaring at him, short growls escaping the mans throat as his shoulders moved up and down.

"TAKE THE HERO OUT!" Lunkhead looked back at the vigilante, then at his unfinished candy. He did this a few more times before frowning and handing the hero the unfinished candy.

"Lunkhead hurt friend now." The Vigilante sighed as he took the candy bar and put it away.

"No hard feelings big guy." With that Lunkhead made the first move by pulling his fist back, an obvious and predictable move as it came barreling towards the masked hero. It came to shock however from the others as he caught the punch….with on finger. "Which is why I am not going to knock you out." Was the last thing said before the vigilante roundhouse kicked Lunk knee sending straight on his back. The vigilante disappeared in a flash of red before reappearing and kicking a man so hard he went flying through the wall and into a metal crate. He karate chopped a a thug on the back of his neck, knocking him out with a single tap. One thug tried to knock him out in the back of the head with a crowbar, only to watch the metal bent upon impact and leave little effect on the vigilante as he grabbed by the collar before tossing him into another. While his men were being taken down one by one the leader ran towards one of the crates near the truck and opened up its contents. He pulled out the rocket launcher and turned to see all his men on the ground unconscious.

"Okay, now put the rocket and dow-Oh who am I kidding your not going to." The thug chuckled as he aimed at the vigilante and pulled the trigger. The rocket flew out of the tube, flying towards the hero. The thug was however confused that the hero didn't move as the rocket was mere feets away from him. The vigilante reached out at speeds beyond humans and grabbed the side of the rocket. He skated across the ground before slowly halting to a stop, but what made the thug mouth drop was that the rocket was in his hand still spewing flames yet the boy held it so casually it was like a baseball to him.

"Pretty cool, right? It's a good thing I caught it otherwise y'all be dead." The vigilante said before he spun around twisting his hand with the rocket like it was a javelin, throwing it towards the thug. The guy screamed as the rocket flew past him and out of the building, beyond the docks before it exploded. The thug was jaw dropped before he heard footsteps behind him, the hero slowly making his way towards him. Quickly grabbing another rocket he reloaded the launcher before turning around to face the masked hero.

SHING!

"Now that took sometime to master." The masked vigilante said, in his right hand was the massive claymore blade. The vigilante was confused before he felt the launcher weight leave his arm. Looking down he was shocked to see the rocket in multiple pieces, his body shaking in fear. "Took me a few tries, some with test dummies but one of the last ones I cut a man's arm into pieces." The thug was about to scream before a fist came barreling into his face, knocking him out cold. "But he murdered people so fuck him."

In a short amount of time the vigilante had all the thugs tied in a giant circle, metal pipes binding them. The only one who wasn't tied was Lunkhead, the big muscle head was sitting next to a wall rubbing the back of his head.

"Here ya go, big guy." Lunkhead looked up but was surprised to see another chocolate bar from the hero. He giggled happily as he took the candy and started eating it, the hero patting his head before walking towards the thugs.

"The Police will be here soon, and I am sure you will be happy to tell them where Tobias other hangouts are, right?" The thugs nodded their head quickly, scared of the vigilante.

"Y-You'll never g-get away with this!" The thug stuttered. "T-T-Tobias will not s-stand fo-"

"Geez dude, you're acting like I'm Batman." The vigilante said as he held his coat up. "I'm just a vigilante with super kick ass sword, powerful guns, and big-"

"Sparda."

"...Problems. By any chance are one of you guys so hungry that your stomach rumbles out words?" The vigilante asked, all the thugs shaking their heads no. "...Yeah I ask for to much." The vigilante turned around and walked towards the center of the room, scanning the shadows and racks for anything out of the ordinary. All was silent in the warehouse, even Lunkhead stopped eating his candy, as the vigilante reached for his blade.

SHING!

SHING!

"Sparda." The thugs jumped out of their skin hearing the deep monstrous voice within the shadows, the sound of metal scraping against something. From the shadows something moved against the racks, sound of clanking echoed in the building with each step. They all watched as some sort of creature stepped from the shadows and into the light, the thugs shocked to see what it was.

"Is….that a….puppet?" A thug asked, before he gasped seeing a blade inches from his face. He looked up to see the masked man holding a kunai inches from his face, before he flung it aside to the ground and turned back to the thing. The 'puppet' stood at six feet, its made of wood that could withstand flames of earth and would take something beyond, its choice of clothes seemed jester like with a robin hood hat on its head, and in its hand was three knives. It's head shot up and caused the thugs to scream in fear seeing the blood red eyes and razor sharp teeth. (Marionette: World's deadliest Puppet)

"A Marionette actually…..a demon of Hell." The vigilante said surprising the thugs. Did he actually say Demon? Hell? That shit was real? Then again Superman was an alien from another planet it wasn't so far fetched, yet….Demons? Hell?

"Are you serious? Demons?"

"Yep. Demons of the first circle: Limbo." The vigilante said as he heard more clanking and looked around to see several more Marionettes to appear from the shadows. "They are technically specters taking form of marionettes since puppets are fucking terr-!" The vigilante ducked under a swing from behind, spin kicking the marionette into oblivion. The Marionette did not hesitate to lunge at the same time swinging their arms wildly. The Marionettes dashed across the warehouse towards the masked hero, intent on taking his heart.

All the while our masked super powered teen dodged and ducked under the blades with ease, before jumping into the air. He pulled out his two pistols and unleashed a hail of storm upon the demons, reducing them to splinters and smoke. He landed back on the ground as more of the demons swung at him. Meanwhile the thugs could only watch the bloodbath, without the blood, as these puppet demons were destroyed by the dodging masked hero.

"Sparda." The thugs turned to see one of the Marionette walk from the shadows, two cleavers in its hands. It prepared for a sneak attack, until it started sniffing the air, smelling a distinct aroma that strengthened it: fear. It turned its head towards the thugs, startling them from the sudden action as they tried to kick themselves away. The demon slowly made its way towards them, spinning the blades excitedly.

"Lunkhead!" The thug yelled looking at the musclehead, but he was currently preoccupied clapping and chuckling as he watched the masked vigilante fight the demons. The thugs tried their hardest to push themselves away from the coming demon but it was futile as the Marionette made its way towards them. It snarled and raised its cleaver overhead, preparing to cleave them all in two.

"NO!"

SHING!

CRACK!

The thugs jaws dropped as the demon body fell lifeless, the large blade protruding from its chest oozed with black liquid. The masked vigilante pulled the blade away from them and placed it on his shoulder, the Marionette still on his blade.

"No one dies while I'm around….even if they are dirt bags." The vigilante said as he turned back to the remaining Marionettes. "Batter up." With a mighty swing he sent the dead Marionette flying off his blade and towards the other Puppet demons. The mere force shook the entire dock and obliterated all of the demons into nothing but shattered wood.

"Spaaaaa….." The last demon muttered before whatever life it had disappeared. All was silent in the warehouse as the masked vigilante holstered his sword, dusting his hands off.

"You…..You saved us?" The thug asked shocked that the vigilante, after beating them up, saved them from fucking demons.

"Of course I did, I'm a hero." The masked vigilante said, before the distant sounds of sirens echoed from outside the docks. "And that is my cue to leave. Remember: Be good Samaritans, choose a better life, confess everything, bye Lunkhead I'll visit sometime!" With that the Vigilante bolted out of the warehouse waving goodbye to the muscle head, disappearing from sight. By the time the cops arrived they found the thugs tied up and one easy muscle, and needless to say all the thugs were willing to confess. From a building across the docks the teen watched as the thugs were taken away, smiling at another job well done.

"Now a hero deserves a good night's rest." He said as he reached into his coat and pulled out his IPhone and headphones. He tapped through the songs before he landed on the perfect end the night song.

"Hey, hey. What's the matter with your head? Yeah…" The masked hero sung as he danced across the buildings. 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 shitty 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.

"And home." He whispered as he opened his sliding glass door slowly, making sure not to wake up anyone. Once he made it inside he pulled his blade out and placed it on the hanger for his sword. He pulled off his guns and belt and put them in a chest hidden for anyone to enter his home. He walked into his room and into the bathroom, turning on the light, pulling down his hood and masked. Under the mask was a boy in his teen years, about seventeen years old, and he had pale white skin complexion. He had no baby fat anywhere on his face, sapphire blue eyes, and hair white as snow and in a ponytail that reached his neck.

"Well Ragna Redgrave, you sir have done another successful night." Ragna (Ragna Redgrave: Half Blood Hero), as he now speaks to himself, spoke with a tone of pride as he peeled off his clothes and put them in the wash machine. He'll clean them when he gets back from school tomorrow. "Saved a little girl from a perverted monster, battle demons, and saved some thugs. You Mr. Redgrave are why this town can sleep a little more peacefully at night." Ragna was now in his boxers as he exited his bathroom and sprawled on his bed, snuggling into his pillow. "And now I can have a nice, quiet, relaxing-"

BEEP! BEEP!

"...Shower." Ragna muttered as he turned off his alarm, signaling him that he had to get to school. Guess he was so focused about taking down the thugs that he forgot the time. He hopped off his bed and bolted into his shower. Several minutes later Ragna Redgrave walked out of his apartment in a school uniform that consisted for males: a clean white T-Shirt, blue jeans, and brown shoes. Ragna found the choice of clothes freaky but he couldn't do much about it. His breakfast was a simple piece of toast as he slid down the rails of the stairs and towards the main door just in time to see the owner, who was also the working as the front desk, waiting for him.

"Another day of running Mr. Redgrave?"

"You know me Ms. Nyxly. Got a lot of stuff and no brakes on this train." Ragna said as he waved goodbye and left the old woman to her work.

(A Devil's Justice)

"Hi, Ricky." Ragna said walking through the big doors, waving to the security officer. He had time so he made a stop: Star Labs. One of the many side jobs he had was working as an assistant for a scientist here: it was mainly carrying tools and handing certain things but it put food on the table.

"Hey kid." The security officer said not looking up from his paper. It was a daily routine for him: let the kid through since he had a ID pass into the labs, and just say hi.

"Hi Doctor Holiday!" Ragna said walking down the hallway, waving at one of his favorite scientist. A woman in her thirties was the definition, if she had a daughter, of a milf. She had the perfect hourglass figure, brown hair wrapped in a bun and glasses hanging off her nose.

"Here to get that ape out of his office?" Holiday asked with a smirk.

"Hasn't left huh?"

"Been in there all night." Holiday answered.

"Welp, that's why I'm here." With that Ragna left waving and saying 'hi' to everyone that walked past him until he made it to a certain door. Pushing it open he smiled at seeing his friend, who had his back turned to him and was staring through a microscope.

"Shouldn't you be in School, Mr. Redgrave?"

"Shouldn't you be out in the Sun, Doctor Holland?" Alec Holland, (Alec Holland: The Scientist) best scientist in Redgrave City STAR Labs, researcher in Bio-Restorative and creating a formula, and great friend of Ragna. He was a man in his thirties, with strong cheekbones, blonde hair, and green eyes. He was currently on the works of creating a formula that would stimulate hormonal growth in plants that would allow them to regrow quickly in barren lands. Ragna tried to be interested in it, and it wasn't because he didn't care, but he never really could understand it…..maybe that is why he has a C in Science. Still Holland was very patient with Ragna, since the boy was a great listener and people person and would take time out of his day to help Holland.

"I will go out there once I am done with this prototype." Ragna chuckled as he hopped on the table next to Holland. "You know your not suppose to sit on the table."

"And we're not supposed to eat here but I still bought you breakfast." Ragna said pulling out a bag from his backpack and putting on the other side of him. "How's it going with the formula?"

"Terrible. The seed is not reacting to the formula, and this is just test seed B, A have yet to break out of their Amygdal decori-I've lost you haven't I?" Holland asked looking at Ragna who was trying to process the words and understanding, before he scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Yeah, sorry Doc." Holland sighed before chuckling, patting the boys shoulder.

"It's fine, that is why I am the Scientist and your not. Thank you for the breakfast by the way." Holland said taking the bag. "If it makes you feel better I shall take a lunch break, instead of trying to perfect a formula that will save not only plant life but human life, and go outside later." Ragna smiled as he hopped off the table and patted Hollands back.

"Thanks Doc, got to head out don't want to be late!" Ragna ran towards the door, leaving a smiling doctor.

"That boy." Holland chuckled as he opened his back, before gasping. "Ragna! You know I hate Sausage sandwi-And he's gone." Holland groaned as he had to clean his sandwich now.

(Redgrave High School)

"MADE IT!" Ragna yelled as he bolted into his first period class, which was Math, and jumped into his seat. His Math teacher, Mr. Olsen, tapped his arm as he stared at Ragna.

"Why thank you for making it on time….for second period." Ragna eyes widen as some of the other kids laughed at him. Ragna groaned as the other students gathered their things, when something landed on his desk. Looking down he saw written math on the paper, and looked up to see one of his friends, a girl trying her best to keep a straight face.

"I wrote down the lesson for today, I hope it's easy for you Ragna." The student said as Ragna took the paper, before smiling at her.

"Thanks Kyrie, this is awesome." The girl eeped (Kyrie: The childhood friend) and hid her mouth covering her blush. Kyrie Eleison was a seventeen year old girl, she had light burnt orange hair that was in a ponytail at the back of her head. She wore the school uniform: grey button up suit, white button shirt, green skirts, and white leggings. Ragna swears the VP is into anime, since he makes the choices of clothes….or hentai. Who knows.

Anyways she has been one of Ragna's first friends when he arrived in Redgrave City eight years ago, when he arrived in elementary school. Most of her family lived across sea, she was living with her aunt here in Redgrave. She always seemed to be very shy, she wasn't always but it seem to happen a lot more when they got older….wonder why.

"N-No problem." With that Kyrie left leaving the boy alone as he gathered his things and bolted to the next class. After some more classes it was finally time for lunch, and Ragna was getting his very lunch ready: Meat Lovers Pizza. He had to admit Pizza was by far his favorite food, and why wouldn't it? That godly melted cheese, the beautiful marinara sauce, and that delicious bread. Now some would question if Pizza was a good taste since Ragna usually ate it a lot, not all the time, but a lot. However when you swing a ten ton sword (By human standards) and jumped across buildings you tend to stay in shape.

"If it isn't my favorite little pip squeak." A voice called out before two large hands covered Ragna eyes and he felt his feet leave the ground.

"Ah shit, get off me Vic." Ragna heard a chuckle as Vic let him down (Victor Stone: The Athlete). He turned around to see his other friend, Victor Stone smiling down at him. Victor Stone was an African American that stood a head taller then Ragna, the guy was probably one of the tallest dudes in school which also came in handy when your a Star Football player for the Redgrave Football Team: The Reapers (Sounds dark, but that is the point from Ragna's perspective.). Ragna met Victor after he and his father, who works at STAR Labs, moved here because of his job. Ragna and Victor instantly got along and because of Ragna Victor became one of the best Football players on the team, which also gets the attention of Coaches for the bigger leagues.

"Sorry buddy, couldn't help but surprise you. Heard you were late to class again." Ragna chuckled nervously as they gathered their foods.

"Yeah, had to make a stop at Star Labs, meetup with my friend." The mention of Star Labs bought a frown to Victor face. Ragna didn't know Victor dad that well, mainly because the man seemed to work day in and day out rarely ever appearing. That caused a gap between Vic and his father even before he came to town, but luckily Vic had Ragna who was great company. Victor would never stroke Ragna's ego but the guy always made everyone smile in the room, whether it was at himself or those around him.

"Did….did you see my Dad?" Ragna sighed at the question, shaking his head no as they sat down at their table.

"I'm sure he will make it to the next game." Ragna said enthusiastically.

"You said that the last four games."

"...Fifth times the charm."

"Who cares about your Dad, Vic." The two turned to see someone sit down in front of them. She was Artemis Crock, who was a half-Caucasian and half-Vietnamese teenage girl of average height (Artemis Crock: The Rebel). She has olive-toned skin with long thick blonde hair and dark gray eyes. Her blonde hair reached all the way down to her waist, which she had tied in a ponytail. Artemis was one of Ragna's other friends, and was the typical 'tough girl' of the group, in contrast to Kyrie shyness. Artemis moved here with her crippled mother during Middle school, and Ragna was the first to be her friend, mainly because every other kid feared her. "The old ass never once appeared at one of your games, why should you care?"

"It's just the thought that counts, I just want him to prove that he still loves me." Victor said.

"Hey come on, Vic." Ragna started putting a hand on his friends shoulder. "Sure the dude never appears at one of your games, or for any of the visits, or the Proms-!"

"Just digging yourself a hole, Ragna." Artemis muttered.

"But your Dad still loves you, maybe you should just talk to him." Ragna suggested, pulling out his security pass. "You can borrow my pass to Star Labs and see him tonight."

"Thanks Ragna." Vic sighed as he stared at the pass. "But it isn't that easy, I've tried that once and all he did was push me out, like his work is more important."

"Well it sounds like your giving up, and the Victor Stone I know doesn't give up." Ragna said, making Victor smile.

"Alright I'll give it a sh-!" Before Victor could finish, a bowl of mash potatoes smacked into the back of Ragna's head. Victor and Artemis eyes widen before they heard laughter, turning to the source none were surprised to see Dash Thompson (Who for some reason called himself Flash Thompson as if he was fast as the Flash), a fellow football player of Victor and constant bully of Ragna Redgrave.

"Sorry Mashna." Dash grinned as he and his fellow foll-friends followed him into another part of school as Artemis handed Ragna all the napkins.

"Could you by any chance 'accidentally' tackle him so hard he shits himself?" Artemis asked looking at Victor who nodded his head.

"You okay Ragna? I don't know why you take his crap." Victor said as Ragna started sniffing the air.

"...The mash could use more seasoning." If Artemis and Victor could face drop animated style they would, so instead Artemis smacked her forehead and Victor smiled.

"He's fast and stuff, but not as fast as me." The three turned to see one of the televisions on, it was currently on the News channel because their Principal always wants constant report of the outside world in case of safety hazards for the school. It was currently switching through reports and interviews on opinions on the famous Man of Steel, Superman.

"Man, it must be real easy for those heroes." Victor said watching as they interviewed the Flash. Truth be told he would love to be a hero, maybe then his father would actually pay attention.

"Yes, nothing more easy about how lazy they are on not putting their underwear on right." Artemis grumbled. She hated super heroes, just some weirdos in capes and underwear….but she had reasons to hate metas.

"Yeah, it would be cool to be with them." Ragna said smiling. Deep down he would love to meet those heroes, especially the likes of Superman, Batman, and Flash. They were somewhat the reason he wore a mask to protect his identity, and the whole no kill rule (Mainly on humans). He never understood it and that was mostly for Batman, I mean the guy got villains that are literally clowns. He still respected the hero and wish to one day meet him.

"Wonder why we never get interviews on our hero." Victor said making Ragna eyes widen.

"Maybe because he is a vigilante and the cops don't like him." Artemis answered.

"That could be the main reason, yeah." Ragna answered. Truth be told the RCPD did not like him, not one bit.

"But the guy saves people, and takes down criminals like that Tobias guy." Victor said. "And I'm sure someone like you Artemis got to admit he is cute."

"Whether I think he is cute or not is none of your business." Artemis said with a growl.

"...So you think he is cute?" Ragna asked.

"I don't even know what he looks like, maybe that is why he wears the mask so he can hide his Igor face." Artemis said rolling her eyes.

"...That was mean." Ragna thought with anime tears as Artemis continued.

"To be fair though, at least he isn't destroying his city like the famous Man of Steel." Artemis said glaring at the tv which had a picture of Superman saluting. She hated that day, one moment they were all having a nice Saturday afternoon, the next the invasion begun. Redgrave wasn't hit hard like Metropolis but it didn't stop the fact that leading the forces was the Man of Steel himself. Ragna remembered that day too, however he only learned of it after he got back. He was fighting some inter-dimensional demon that threw him into a wasteland void and it took killing the demon to get him out.

"Yeah but he saved us all afterwards. We don't know what happened from his perspective." Victor said defending Superman.

"How about we stop this before it escalates. Superman is just like us…..except he is an alien, he's got super strength (Which I do too), speed, flight, heat vision…..I lost what I was gonna say." Ragna scratched his chin earning a groan from Victor and Artemis slamming her face on the table…..but that didn't stop the two from smiling at their friends oblivious nature. Ragna notice it was nearly time for the next class.

"Guess we should be heading for class." Ragna said standing up. "I'll see you guys and Kyrie after school."

"You up for some games on Friday?" Victor asked raising his fist.

"You know it." Ragna said fist bumping it in return.

"See ya later, dummy." Artemis said punching Ragna arm. The three parted way as Ragna made it his way to his locker. Unlocking it he reached in for his next period books, when he notice two girls talking nearby. Normally he would try to ignore it since it was usually gossip, but thanks to his super hearing he could hear it was not the normal gossip.

"Did you hear what happened to Brianna?" One girl asked.

"Yeah, didn't she and her family go camping near the mountains? Wait wasn't she supposed to come back four days ago?"

"Yeah. Turns out the local rangers found her hiding in a cave, all covered in blood. I asked her cousin what was happening and according to her Brianna is in the hospital."

"Is she okay?"

"She had a deep scar in her shoulder that needed some stitches, but it was she talked about that scared me."

"What was it?"

"That her family was killed by some red bear."

"Red bear?"

"Yeah, apparently there has been some sightings of people going missing and reports of a giant red bear monster. I tell you what I hate to be the one to go up those mountains." The girls started walking to class, unaware of the white hair teen watching them go. He already knew what he had to do, and where he was going.

"Guess I'll have to do takeout." With that Ragna gathered his things and went to class, for now he was simply Ragna Redgrave your ordinary student. But tonight the vigilante was going to avenge some murdered people if his hunch was correct and it usually was.

(Mountains)

Ragna whistled 'Southern Nights' by Glen Campbell as he trekked through the snow. He was currently near a river that traveled through the mountains and separated Redgrave City to Metropolis (Yes, they were close). After saying goodbye to his friends he quickly left for home, gathered his things and bolted to the mountains. Luckily his blood was always warm so he was never affected by the cold, the same can't be said for demon ice. That shit was beyond absolute zero, even beyond normal ice that if a human was hit in an ice cube they would be nothing more but ice.

It took him a few hours of searching, since sniffing out demons wasn't hard, he definitely smelled one but knowing where it was another story. He probably should have asked for a map but that also meant going to the rangers. No one should be hurt because of this demon, no one should be killed ever again. He heard crunching but smelled no demon, however that did not stop growling as several wolves walked from the shadows. They circled around Ragna as the teen stood still, after several seconds he went to his knee and offered his hand.

"Come here boy, come here." Ragna whistled the Alpha who stared at him. It slowly walked towards him, sniffing his hand and licking it. After a few more seconds it looked up and Ragna started petting its ear, the wolf allowed it. Soon the others joined as they sniffed and licked Ragna's face. Ragna wouldn't admit it but he was a great animal lover, of all kinds no matter how gross they looked. He could never own one sadly since the apartment had a no pets rule, and it wasn't because the owner hated them but she use to get constant complaints for pets so she had to make the rule.

"AAAAAHHHH!"

"RRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!" Ragna eyes widen hearing a woman scream, followed by some monstrous roar that would make even murderers like Zsazz run away in terror. He stood up as the wolves backed away, even they knew what it was.

"Get out of here, I'll handle the rest." With that he started running towards the source, jumping past the trees before the smell of flesh, smoke, and blood filled his nostrils. He finally made it, and what he saw made his heart sank. A camp, three tents and a fire, the tents torn apart and blood everywhere. This was not the first time since he had seen this much blood so he could handle it, but it was still sickening. He notice some limbs around that were scatted across the snow as he slowly walked through.

"He…..hel...p…..m-me." Ragna eyes widen seeing a hand reach out for him. He ran over and saw a girl around his age, though it was too late to really save her. Her legs were gone and her stomach torn up with her intestines hanging out. She made a few croaks before the life slipped away, making Ragna sigh as he closed her eyes and set her down. The blood was fresh which meant it was still close.

SNAP!

Ragna jumped out of the way as something smashed the ground where he was left, the ground breaking apart. Ragna landed on a tree letting his legs dangle as he got a good look of the creature: It was a demon, standing as big as a house and covered in red scales with hair sticking out. It had had long sharp claws that could level buildings that was attacked to gigantic hands that currently had a dead body in one. It's face was a mix of a dragon with goat like horns, and rows of razor sharp teeth that were not for show. Its tale wagged back and forth with a sharp sword like end to it, and its goat like feet that shook the earth with every step. The demon took a bite out of the dead human before sniffing the air, snarling as it turned to Ragna.

"...I thought I smelled a familiar scent."

"Really? Because I smelled you ten miles away, that shit needs some axe or something." Ragna mused as he leaned on his hand, the demon snarling.

"So we finally meet face to face…...Son of Sparda." The demon growled as it tossed the human remains away and walked towards Ragna.

"Oh big shock you know who I am. I'll count that as the one thousand, five hundred and seventy one times someone calls me that." Ragna said mentally checking it off.

"You jester now but you should be worried for I am not some worthless elite demon." The demon said as it stood in front of Ragna.

"Really?"

"Yes. For I am Terror, I am a warrior of the Fifth Circle, I am….ANCALA!" The demon roared (Ancala: Champion of Wrath) with fury as it's chest boiled with hell fire. "And you shall…..What the?" Ancala heard the sound of snoring, and look down to see Ragna leaning on the tree sleeping.

"...YOU LITTLE FUCK!" Ancala roared as it swung its hand, destroying several trees and creating a large field but no sign of a dead Ragna.

"Sorry, what now?" Ancala turned around to see Ragna standing up, rubbing his eyes. "I feel asleep after the word yes." Ancala growled as he turned around and faced Ragna who pulled off his hood and mask.

"Ever since your bastard of a Father betrayed us I have dreamed of tasting his blood." Ancala growled as he licked his lips. "However I never got the chance when someone stole that chance, along with your whore of a mother." Ancala growled unaware of the glare directed towards by Ragna. "Now though, I can take this chance by slaying you and present your head to the Lords. Doing this they will give me everything, even the rank and power of a Duke, no President! No! Lord of Hell!" Ancala bellowed as the snow melted around him, but he heard yawning and looked back to see Ragna yawning.

"Lord huh? No offense but you be more of a Jester. Hell most likely the guy they have at that one dinner that sits on the far end because no one likes them." That was all Ragna could say before he jumped off the tree as the demon slashed at him, destroying several miles of trees. He looked up to see Ragna flying above him as the Devil Hunter pulled out his pistols.

"Ebony, Ivory meet Ancala. We're gonna kill him." Ragna stated as he unleashed a bulletstorm on Ancala. The demon roared in anger as it felt its armor that no tank could penetrate be dented and some layers be blasted and blood splattering all around him. Ancala inhaled as his chest burned with fury, before he unleashed a ball of Hellfire at Ragna. The teen spun around the flame as Ancala fired several more, Ragna dodging each one. However he smirked as he planted one boot on the last ball of flame, kicking it back towards Ancala who was prepared to fire another. Ancala gagged as the fireball flew right into his throat, the collision caused an explosion within Ancala as he gagged in pain.

"And he scores! That's one for Grynffidor!" Ragna cheered as he planted back in the snow. Ancala roared in fury as he dashed at Ragna, swinging his claws wildly at the Blood of Sparda. Ragna dodged each swing with supersonic speed, casually dodging each swing that destroyed the land around them. He dodged as he distant himself from Ancala who grabbed the ground beneath Ragna. Ragna felt the ground shake as Ancala picked up the large chunk of earth before he hunked it towards the sky. Ancala chest burned before he unleashed a torrent of fire that seethed through the sky and towards the chunk of rock, reducing it to ashes. The smoke cleared and the demon saw no sign of Ragna, yet could still smell him. He turned around and saw Ragna dusting himself off.

"I think you need to cool down." Ragna mused as he rested his hands behind his head.

"Think you got jokes?"

"I ain't no comedian, but I got a few jokes." Ragna said as pulled his fist back. "His a punchline." Ancala eyes widen as a fist came barreling into his cheek and launched him across the land away from Ragna as the teen landed back on the ground.

"Get it?" Ancala smashed the ground in anger as he stood back up and turned towards Ragna. He inhaled a deep breath puffing his chest out as it burned with fiery heat, before he fired another torrent of flames destroying everything in its path. Ragna was consumed by the flames, as the flames came to a stop. Ancala smiled in victory before he felt two boots slam into his face, sending him flying again.

"Almost scorched my clothes." Ragna said as he dusted himself off.

"THAT'S IT!" Ancala roared as he stood back up, steam rising from his nostrils. "I will not stand here and be made a joke by some bastard child! You will die just like your traitorous father burn just like your CUNT OF A MOTHER!" That single statement left the area silent, not even the animals squeak or growled….mostly because they were probably some scorched pile of ash. Ragna was silent from that statement, his coat flailing against the wind, before he sighed.

"Yep." Was the last thing Ancala heard before he cried in anguish, biting his own tongue and his eyes bulging out. Ragna fist was drilled deep within Ancala chest, burying deep within the armor.

"Was that all your organs exploding?" Ragna asked before he pulled his other fist back. "SHORYUKEN!" Ragna roared as he uppercutted Ancala before he spinned kicked him and sent him flying through the trees. Ancala pulled himself back up as his organs healed, glaring at Ragna as his claws extended.

"DIE!"

CLANG!

Ancala eyes widen in shock as Ragna blocked the super human speed, but it was more so the blade he blocked it with. Ancala was no fool, he has never seen the blade but he knew what that thing was. It was a blade the traitorous Sparda used, and wasn't the only one, to kill his own brethren. One of the most powerful blades in all of Hell, and this boy wielded it.

"Surtur, one of the legendary blades wielded by Sparda." Ancala growled. The very blade was not only one of Sparda's most powerful but also his most mysterious. None knew how he came across this blade, but as the name implied it involved a certain Fire Giant of Muspelheim, how he came across it none knew of that tale.

"Yep." With a simple push of the blade, Ragna swung the blade and sent Ancala back. The demon growled however his anger growls turned to painful howls as he felt his own blood spill from his chest. He tried to heal however his regenerative powers were negated by the very blade that cut him.

"DAMN YOU!" Ancala roared as he charged at Ragna, intent on killing him. Ragna merely stood there holding Rebellion at his side. With a simple swing of his blade the entire field in front of him was destroyed, Ancala was caught in the powerful blast as he was sent flying towards the mountain side. The force caused a chain of reactions as an avalanche where Ancala landed was caused, but luckily Ragna was not near nor did he smell any humans nearby so no one was hurt.

"Guess I better go finish the job." Ragna said as he started walking towards Ancala last location.

KA-BOOM!

Ragna ears perked up as the sounds of weird engines he has never heard of, followed by some explosions and the some strange smell of some sort of lifeform he ain't ever smelled before nearby. Turning around he saw several explosions near the mountains across from him, and several objects near the distance.

"An aerial battle? I didn't think there are ones out here." Ragna wondered. However as he continued watching he notice one of the objects slowly get closer to him. That's when he notice it wasn't a plane or a jet, but some sort of alien spacecraft. It flew past him and crashed not to far from him, destroying some trees.

"Holy crap, it's an Alien spaceship….I swear to god if its a Facehugger, I'm out." Ragna groaned as he slowly walked towards the ship. He heard some coughing and saw a man, a soldier, walk out.

"Oh thank Christ someone can help me." The soldier said, holding his arm. "We were attacked by Superman, Batman and some green alien man."

"...You know I can smell bullshit." Ragna stated with a deadpan expression shocking the soldier.

"What? Young man those superheroes are gonna kill u-!"

"You don't smell like a human, you literally just walked out of that ship unscathed and pretending to hold your arm like it is hurt despite the fact there is no blood." Ragna started twirling his blade as he pointed it at the being. The being growled before his body slowly transformed to this pure alien like creature of white and black.

"I do not know what or who you are, but you can not stop the Incursio-!" The being didn't have a chance to finish as its body was torn in two. While it might and could have healed if it were any other man made weapon, this was no man made weapon and burned far worse than anything it had seen. Ragna holstered Surtur as the alien laid dead in two.

"Great, Alien invasion. That's all I need a long with…..what was I doing again?" Ragna rubbed his head in confusion. That's when another explosion followed and he turned around to see multiple ships blow up.

"Wait he said Superman and Batman are there…..HOLY SHIT I GOT TO MEET THEM!" Ragna exclaimed as he started running towards the explosions, before he heard some noises behind him. Turning around he was surprised to see several more of those alien ships flying towards him.

"Uh oh."

(Elsewhere)

Batman (Batman: The Dark Knight) exited his now one winged Batjet assessing the damage. Tonight has not been easy: first he followed Superman to this secret base where they kept some Martian named J'onn J'onzz, next the base turned out to be those strange alien creatures him and Superman faced a couple nights ago. Now after being chased and shot down several heroes: such as the recent but mysterious Hawkgirl, the Green Lantern, and this woman in some tiara and armor.

"Hey Bats!" Batman narrowed his eyes as speedster and fastest man alive Flash appeared, his broken wing in hand. "I think you dropped something." No sooner did he say that Superman and the woman in the crown landed next to them. Flash instantly notice the beautiful chick, his eyes widening upon her sight.

"Woah. Where have you been all my life?" Flash (Flash: The Fastest Man Alive) asked handing the wing to Batman.

"Themyscira." She answered.

"...Huh?"

"Home of the Amazons." Hawkgirl (Hawkgirl: The Winged Goddess) answered as she, Green Lantern, and the J'onn J'onzz landed. "I've always thought of it as legend."

"I assure you, it is as real as the ground on wish we stand." The Amazon said. "I am Diana, Princess of the Amazons." (Diana: The Princess of Themysicra)

"Someone pinch me I must be dreaming. Ow." Flash muttered as Superman elbowed him.

"Themyscira is protected by the Gods, but I cannot stand idly by when the world is in danger." Diana said.

"It was lucky you showed up when you did." Superman said (Superman: The Man of Steel).

"No, not luck. I telepathically summoned them." J'onn explained.

"Look I'm pretty quick on the update, but can someone tell me what the heck is going on?" Flash asked.

"I wil…...Someone else is coming." J'onn (J'onn J'onzz: The Last Martian) stated turning around towards the mountains.

"More of those ships?" Green Lantern (Jon Stewart: The Green Lantern) asked.

"Yes, but not just them." J'onn said as they heard the sounds of explosions.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" The group of heroes were very surprised as a large cloud appeared, but soon followed by some being in a coat with a sword on his back.

"CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP!" Ragna cursed as he bounced across the mountain side with inhuman speeds, avoiding the alien blast.

"Who's the kid in the jacket?" Green Lantern asked with a frown.

"He is not human, at least not all." J'onn stated as they watched the teen dodge the blasts. Ragna dashed into the air and spun around floating above the ships below him, before pulling his foot back. The heroes were surprised as the teen kicked the ship like it was a soccer ball, making it ricochet off the other ships like it was a pool ball. All the ships exploded as the teen slowly descended to the ground, only for a ship to fly out of the smoke and fire at the teen.

SHING!

The entire ship was split in half, Ragna held Surtur in hand, before he swung several quick slices through the air. The ship was reduced to scrap metal, the alien inside dead the minute it was sliced in half. Ragna holstered his sword as he descended to the ground, landing and creating a crater where he laid. Ragna dusted himself off as he walked out of the crater, before he realized who was in front of him. The entire group of heroes, besides Batman, were very jaw dropped at the sudden appearance of the teen. From under the hood Ragna eyes widen as he saw Superman, Batman, and the Flash….and whoever those guys are. Within Ragna mind was the one thing he knew he should do.

"Don't freak out. Don't freak out. Don't freak out." Ragna thought nervously as he glanced at the heroes. "Okay Ragna, time to be professional. Be professional." Ragna took deep breaths before waving at the heroes. "...Hey, everyone. Superman, Batman, Flash: I'm a big work of your faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…."

Nailed it.

And DONE! What did you think? Love? Okay? Funny? Meh? Fuck you! Just kidding.

As you can see my OC is named Ragna Redgrave: Yes Ragna was given based off the Blazblue character Ragna...well mainly the name. Characters are way off. It was the only name that was two syllables that I can think of. The VA for Ragna I like to think is Johnny Yong Bosch because I love that guy. His clothes are based on Nero but red in honor of Dante.

This story is in a sense: No fucks given. Now when I say that I don't mean it's 'crack' parody or complete craziness but in the sense it is complete fun and maybe I might bash on someone...maybe. Not Batman that's for sure, Ragna loves Batman. Some of the main elements is obviously DCAU, and DMC. Here are some others:

Darksiders.

Spawn

DC Comics (From like New 52 and stuff)

That's pretty much it for crossovers. The scaling for the series is still in a work, but know that I am not using Amazo. Oh maybe I will depending on what scaling I use. The version of DMC is obviously taken in the OG series, but with a hint of the (SHIT) reboot in it. A lot of Ragna's rogue gallery will be some villains from other rogue galleries (Not Joker...persay), for example his Crime Lord is Tobias Whale.

I won't go to much into the harem but the most obvious will be: Wonder Woman, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, etc. No Lois Lane, or Catwoman for obvious reasons.

Next chapter we have Ragna teamed up with the heroes to take down this invasion. Will they succeed, and why do these creatures know what or who he is? Find out next time on A Devil's Justice!