Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers or the Justice League

Hey guys, if you've clicked on this fic then I'm hoping you know several things. This is a sequal to my story The Hunt, it follows the exploits of my character Cade Hunter AKA Deathblade in the DC Universe, it'll be spoilers for that story obviously but I'll try to make it as new reader friendly as I can. Second and most obvious this is an AU crossover between the DC and Marvel universe, their two central teams, the DC Universe is based on the New 52 so everyone has their looks from that universe but I did include differences:

The Justice League roster is the one seen in the new Justice League: War movie, the big seven are the big super heroes that the world knows about, but more are appearing everyday. I do plan to bring in young heroes and they will be based on the New 52 with the exception of Robin, who since this is a young DC universe will be Dick Grayson (so no other Robins or Batman Inc). The primary romantic pairing is Superman/Wonder Woman but the Lois/Clark romance will be touched on. The story is inspired very loosely by the events prior to Trinity War and Forever Evil so don't be surprised if you see dialogue reused.

From the Marvel side of things, the Avengers is mainly featured, with a supporting cast of familiar characters from the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. TV series. The Avengers roster is based on the Marvel Now teams, so you'll see members and costumes from Uncanny, Mighty and 'just' Avengers with the exception of there being no SPIDER-OCK! SO FANS OF SPIDER-OCK GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! Lol! Just kidding I encourage you to stay if you're a fan of the Peter Parker Spider-man.

Finally the main focus will be on my OC Cade Hunter, whom if you've read the Hunt will know him as the vigilante who tried to kill all of the Marvel Universe's villains, only to ironically become part of a villain's plan. But in this story you'll see a different side of Cade's personality and for new readers the events of his past will be touched and expanded upon for old readers.

Anyway I hope you all enjoy the story and please leave a review afterwards.

The Redeemer

Chapter 1: Icons

Picture two universes, both completely different from the other. Imagine one world of cities, countries and life and death. Then imagine another world where there are no cities, only parasites, constructs of organic waste growing like tumours, a world where there is no death, where life grows everywhere but it is not true life as you know it. Imagine a world where there are champions, heroes gifted with wondrous abilities and then imagine a world where there are terrifying creatures in the form of humans, yet inside they are monsters. Two Earths, one unbelievable story of good fighting against evil, of what it truly means to be alive and the difference between revenge and justice.

This tale began on an Earth that you may or may not recognise. It is a world where the people of Earth are discovering that they are not alone in the universe. Technology from extinct alien cultures is being discovered, leading to advancements in the realm of science, leaping humanities evolution by bounds. But it is not just the realm of science that develops at an accelerated rate, more and more the realm of the impossible is discovered to be true, magic, even religion to a degree. Scientists have their own explanation but people are capable of seeing the truth with their eyes, for example there exists an island once hidden from the outside world, a paradise island of women whom still worship the Greek gods. The Amazons were real; some found the news wonderful, others were afraid, for what other pieces of superstition were true? People across the world grew afraid over the increased number of people arising with special and otherworldly abilities; this new species was given a name…Meta-humans.

People lived in fear of the damage these metahumans could cause. The government tried to control them, to enact legislation that would bring the wonders under their control. But just as the new act was being announced, humanity learnt another lesson. Whilst there were benevolent aliens willing to protect the Earth, there were also aliens seeking to conquer Earth. The people of Earth made first contact with the people of Apokolips and thus war consumed the planet. Swarms of biomechanical foot soldiers flew across the world, abducting people to be converted into Parademons. Green skinned with gold armour bearing the omega symbol that represented their master Darkseid.

As the forces of Darkseid decimated the militaries of most major countries and built towers to terraform the planet, the people began to lose hope. But hope came from the very beings they feared so much. A band of seven metahumans united to fight Darkseid and his armies. They did not fear the imposing blue and gold armoured creature, whilst missiles couldn't make him flinch and cities burned from the mere power of the beams that curved from his eyes, these seven heroes remained firm and proved to be the only thing that could hurt, and ultimately stop Darkseid.

The first of these great heroes was someone charged with protecting his sector of the cosmos. He was in a way a beat cop, patrolling his designated sector. Green Lantern commanded however one of the most powerful weapons in the universe, the green lantern ring. Utilising the power that could be produced by the green energy of will, Hal Jordan blasted and cut down Parademons in droves. His will shaped constructs so detailed in their design that it seemed as if he controlled waves of jets, an army to fight back Darkseid's army. Even against the warlord himself Green Lantern showed true courage, his constructs alone couldn't hurt Darkseid yet he still faced the warlord, even through the agony caused by his arm being broken.

But Green Lantern didn't stand alone, nor did anyone in the great city of Metropolis. There existed a man who could move faster than the blink of an eye. One moment he would be in Metropolis, delivering a beating to Darkseid and the next he would be in Star City, saving civilians from falling debris and assisting soldiers in Washington to kill Parademon forces. Moving as a red and gold blur to the naked eye, he would only stop for mere moments. That was when people would see that the Flash was no bolt of lightning but a man, clad in a red padded suit with a lightning bolt on his chest and lightning ornaments on his cowl and yellow boots. Energy of the speed force crackled over his costume as if it was part of the suit. He moved like a train, slamming into Darkseid again and again. His speed matched the raw strength and power of the other heroes.

One of those heroes was from the paradise island. Diana was princess of the Amazons and their diplomatic envoy. But even as an agent of peace she still smiled at the prospect of battle and smile she did as she engaged Darkseid. Clad in the silver and red armour of her people, Diana wrapped her golden lasso around the necks and feet of Parademons, whilst cutting them apart with her sword. But she also showed amazing strength that complimented her fighting skills, pushing Darkseid back with mere kicks. She delivered the first crippling strike to Darkseid, driving her sword through his eye.

That sword acted as a good lightning conductor for Shazam. Appearing as an imposing dark haired man in a red suit with gold bands and a hooded white cloak, Shazam displayed power and strength beyond Wonder Woman's. But he also came off as inexperienced, jumping head first into battle without a plan, wildly punching and blasting Parademons before hitting Darkseid with a grand lightning bolt. His overconfidence however was broken as Darkseid walked out of the rubble unscathed.

Darkseid fired a blast from his eye towards Shazam. But a metallic blur slammed into the young hero's side. A blast of pure sound then threw Darkseid back. The cannon attached to the shooter's arm closed and his red right eye glowed, accessing the bundle of alien technology fused to his body. Victor Stone had once been an ordinary teenager with dreams of becoming a major football star. But Darkseid's initial attack crippled most of his body; he was only saved when his father fused his body with technology gathered from the major discoveries Star Labs had made. Converted into a Cyborg with the heart and soul of a human, Victor shaped his right arm into a cannon and fired blast after blast at Darkseid and his forces.

But two of the greatest icons, the ones that worked best together and ultimately formed the plan to stop Darkseid were two opposites. One was the last survivor of his home world, a man with power that made him god like, strength that could shatter islands, sight that could see beyond walls and flesh and speed beyond the fastest jet. His costume was a last keepsake of his home world, blue with a red cloak and the red and gold shield that represented hope, Superman was an icon to be loved and followed. His opposite, ordinary, yet powerful in his own way moved between the Parademons with flawless accuracy in his jumps. He removed explosives from his utility belt, planting them on the vital areas of the Parademons. One exploded after another, highlighting the grey and black form of Batman, an icon to be feared.

Banding together, the heroes battered Darkseid and ultimately drove him back to his hellish world. The public that once feared them worshipped the seven as heroes. They earned the respect of world powers, the love of the people they now protected and the fear of not just the forces beyond Earth that would seek to conquer it, but organisations on Earth that sought the control of super humans. Given the recognition they deserved the people of America cheered as their president presented their heroes with awards for their bravery. The people coined a name for the band of seven heroes, a name that stuck, thus from that day forward they were known as the Justice League.

Another Earth however experienced their own brand of heroes long before the time the Earth of the Justice league did. Bought together by crisis after crisis, these heroes went through struggle after struggle and eventually rose to the title of Earth's mightiest heroes. Their roster grew over the years, taking on aliens, super soldiers, mutants, assassins and mercenaries whom sought atonement. The Avengers came from all walks of life and became the primary defenders of the universe. But something grew within the heart of the universe, a force unlike anything life had faced before. It was a cancer that spread, consuming world after world, person after person, turning them into twisted versions of what they were before. They were no longer truly alive, because they could not die.

Even the Avengers fell, one after another, the last specks of resistance were wiped out and replaced by dark undying creatures that revelled in the violence and suffering offered by immortality. They became bored with absolute life and attacked one another, knowing that no matter what kind of damage they would do it would never kill. In a world where people had become distant to their own pain and suffering they would inevitably become distant to the pain and suffering they could bring another world.

But they lacked the ability to traverse other worlds and timelines. They were lost and without purpose, but purpose was given to them the day the barriers of the Multiverse were broken. The occupants of the Cancerverse bowed to their new master, the one whom would allow them to spread absolute life across the Multiverse.

Lord Mar-Vell, voice of Shuma-Gorath and the Many-Angled Ones stood before their new master. He sat on a throne, in the dark void known as the gap. It was literally the gap between all dimensions, allowing the man to access those realities. But there was a pattern, a grand design to the plans that Mar-Vell's master formed. His name was Onyx and he was the greatest evil in the Multiverse, he didn't want the death of all things but the absolute suffering of every living thing in the multiverse. Grey and black armour covered his body, save for his head. He appeared as a young Caucasian man in his mid thirties, dark red hair and cold empty grey eyes, his mouth formed no smile or scowl. His very face lacked emotion as if he himself was empty. He looked at the image of an Earth and the reflection of events taking place there.

Superman stood on the wheat fields of his childhood home; it was where he went often to remind himself of what he was fighting for. But today he was there with someone special, someone he trusted very much. Diana was touched by the sentiment, she had been through some rough times, and her faith in humanity had been put to the test. It was Superman, Clark Kent whom reminded her of the good within the human heart. Becoming trapped in the warmth and tranquillity of the fields and one another, Superman and Wonder Woman looked one another in the eyes. There wasn't a soul in sight, just the two powerful people whom cared greatly about one another. They floated off of the field, holding one another's hands. Their kiss was no great declaration of love, just an idea that their friendship could be more and that whatever the future held they were willing to give that idea a try.

Onyx never showed emotion, but if he were capable of the act he would have smirked in amusement. It would have been funny to him because he knew the relationship would not end well for the two icons. He kept on monitoring the events taking place there, even as Lord Mar-Vell walked up behind him. It was a reflection of his lack of fear, for though Mar-Vell was powerful in his own right he was nothing in comparison to Onyx.

"Is that where the boy is trapped?" Mar-Vell asked.

"No, it is a reflection, an alternative to it, one created by the paradox of the speed force, the original has gone by uninterrupted as if the flashpoint paradox never happened, but this reality is one similar to the original timeline but very different in many ways. However it still remains one of the important three Earths of that universe, your Earth is the second most important Earth of your universe, whilst the Earth of my counterpart serves as the first and the third is the home of those Ultimates," Onyx explained.

"What of the third and second Earth of this universe?" Mar-Vell gestured to Superman's Earth.

"Earth 2 and Earth 3, both were affected by the Flashpoint Paradox as well, creating new versions of them, both of which are central to our plans. Three Earths from your universe and three Earths from this one," Onyx got off his throne and wiped away the images of Earth One, replacing them with the two versions of another Earth.

On that Earth existed the Justice Society, a generation of heroes whom followed the examples set by Superman, whom was killed during a great crisis. But because of alterations to the time stream, another version of that Earth was created. That was the version of Earth 2 that Onyx monitored, one where the Earth had been protected from minor threats by Batman, Wonder Woman, Superman and other heroes, whom were referred to as Wonders by the civilian populace. Onyx watched as the three heroes fought against the forces of Apokolips. But they fought a losing battle, for ultimately; one by one the heroes fell. Mar-Vell widened his eyes as Supergirl, the cousin of Superman and Robin; the daughter of Batman flew into the boom tube.

"Will they interfere?" he asked.

"They will all interfere if they discover our plans, but Helena Wayne and Kara Zor-El, or Karen Star have already been on Earth one for five years and new super heroes have appeared on Earth two. Either way our plans are going about full circle and if the heroes of any of the six Earths discover what we are planning, then they will be slaughtered as they throw themselves at us," Onyx explained.

He crossed his arms together and looked over the Earth of his good counterpart. Onyx considered Aeon one of two people whom could potentially threaten his plans.

Sven Reilly, also known as Aeon had the feeling he was being watched. A quick glance over his shoulder was all he needed to confirm that he was the aim of an agency-monitoring job. Some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had been given the unfortunate task of wasting time watching him, or perhaps it was a job to give them something to do, in any case Sven sympathised with them. His father had been an agent and often told him about how agents would often watch people of suspicion during peace time, though more often than not those people turned out to be regular guys. Sven didn't delude himself into thinking he was at all normal, after all what normal man would have a second persona called Aeon?

He was what people called a 'super human', exposure to a pocket dimension known as the beyond or spirit realm had given him great power. His power came from courage and heroism, he could see the good in people and use that good and based on his will create a shape shifting armour stronger than the biggest battleship. But with that power came great hardship, for Sven had possessed it since he was fifteen. He went through many great adventures, bought down villains and discovered conspiracies and even saved the world a few times like the Avengers. Sven thought of his fellow heroes, Earth's mightiest, the Avengers. A series of events that included a super hero Civil War, an alien invasion and the reign of a super villain organisation had pushed the world to the brink. The fighting had gotten so bad that Washington had been completely destroyed, alien worlds had to turn to humanity for allies and a rip in the fabric of reality had even opened, leading to a dark and twisted creature known as Swamp Thing rampaging around the Earth.

Fortunately that great cataclysm was avoided but with what Sven saw as a terrible cost. There were certain allies and villains that defined great heroes, although Sven wasn't sure what he had lost, an ally or a nemesis. The man whom had given his life to stop Swamp Thing may very well have been Sven's rival, and he may very well have caused much of the events that nearly destroyed the world but Cade Hunter had once been a friend to Sven. Cade was broken because like Sven he had been exposed to the spirit world, but from a very young age. Since he was a pre-teen Cade was able to see the sins of all those he looked upon, and having two abusive criminal parents left quite an impression on him. Any lesser man would have been driven crazy, but Cade wasn't crazy, just angry. His anger corrupted the spirit of justice into one of vengeance and so he launched a campaign to rid the world of evil, by killing anyone whom had committed a crime for selfish gain.

'There was more to it than that,' Sven remembered, but stopped thinking about his rival's past.

He placed flowers down by the grave of Cade Hunter and another bunch by the grave of the woman he had loved. Though there was a gravestone for Cade in Washington with the sites of the other heroes and villains, Sven had a stone placed in his hometown, so that there would be some kind of connection between Cade and the grave of his lover. It was Sven's hope that Cade and his one true love were finally together, that perhaps Cade's final act of self-sacrifice was enough to earn him entry to wherever his lover waited. But of course having once been dead before Sven often wondered if Cade's Christian values were relevant or true. He couldn't remember what the afterlife looked like.

'Maybe that was the expense of me coming back, forgetting what is on the other side,' he thought and then shrugged it off, every super hero died and came back.

Some even believed that death had lost its meaning. Though that didn't stop them from fighting for their lives. Sven walked over to a grave across from Cade's and sat by it. It read "Elizabeth 'Faith' Tynne Reilly, Thane Lazlo James Reilly, beloved wife and son, never forgotten". Being a super hero had also cost him his wife and son, yet Sven still fought on.

"Hi Liz, sorry I haven't been by lately, had to re-establish myself you know? Coming back from the dead is hard work, I managed to get the office set up, the old street has a private detective again. A lot of the old faces were still there and a few new ones too, I had to trick them, told them the police faked my death so I could go into witness protection. My Mum and Kate are doing well; the boys have gotten so big. I found out I have a son, or I suppose he's my alternate reality son, you remember the Scarlet Witch's breakdown? How she warped the whole world into a place where her father ruled? Well in that new world I was alive and she and I had a son together, when that world was erased Zack survived. He looks like me, exactly as I imagined Thane would look, you would've liked your brother little guy, he's everything…everything I hoped you would be!"

Sven rubbed his eyes as he stood up, touching the gravestone.

"Please don't think any less of me baby, but I've started seeing someone, she's incredible and you really would've liked her. You told me to keep on living and that's what I intend to do, I'm not going to stay locked in the past as Cade was. He died a hero, I just want to live as a man, as good a man as he was and as you wanted me to be…don't haunt Carol, if you don't like it haunt me and not her," Sven sheepishly chuckled.

"Talking to yourself isn't healthy you know!"

Sven shivered, turning to face a man in a black business suit. He had a perfectly calm and confident face, as if nothing bothered him. But his mild mannered appearance and small frame hid his expertise.

"Hello Mr Reilly I'm…"

"Agent Philip Coulson, my dad told me all about you and the Cavalry, are you going to tell your people to come out?" Sven asked.

Phil Coulson smiled as he touched the communicator on his ear.

"Take a break for a while…don't worry Ward I'll take full responsibility," he said.

"How has it been going Coulson?" Sven asked.

"They're been tough, Fury's got an advisory position and a lot of our agents were killed by your friend," Coulson said casually.

"Cade…"

"At least sixty percent of the agents he killed were dirty anyway so I hold no grudge against him for that, the ones that got in his way did their jobs."

"It doesn't make it right though," Sven sighed.

"True, did you want to get a cup of coffee, I know a place near the church," Phil said.

After a short walk the two men sat at a café. Sven had his blue coat draped over his chair and lifted his cappuccino to his mouth. Even as Sven poured the boiling liquid down his throat Coulson remained casual. Years of supervising enhanced individuals with quirks bought on by their durability had numbed Coulson to surprise. He drank his own coffee and thanked the waitress. Sven looked at the waitress from the corner of his eye, she was in her mid twenties, had an athletic build and her brown hair had been curled.

"She's pretty young to be an agent," he said.

"What agent?" Phil of course pulled the denial game.

But he knew he couldn't fool Sven, despite his naiveté he wasn't gullible and had a very sharp eye. Sven moved his hand in a waving motion and the two agents on the room across from them widened their eyes.

"The people watching us should be in a lab, they're better suited for that job anyway," Sven said.

"Fitz and Simmons are in the lab most of the time, I figured a mission on the field would get them used to field duty. Skye hasn't been cleared for combat duty but she can hold her own. May's ready to provide back up if necessary and Ward may be new to teamwork but he's a good agent," Phil explained.

"Why did Fury have me followed?" Sven asked.

"The President and Fury have tasked me with rebuilding S.H.I.E.L.D. other than a few of the old guard and the not so secret anymore warriors we're low on numbers and equipment. There's still at least three helicarriers keeping the appearance of a huge S.H.I.E.L.D. presence across the world but the truth…the truth is that we're back to the level we were at when Fury first formed the agency. We need recruits, men and women of talent and I've been assigned along with Agents Ward and May to find and train these individuals and lead them on missions."

Phil reached into his jacket, pulling out a small file.

"How many do you have so far?" Sven asked.

"So far only Skye, Fits and Simmons and hopefully you," Phil said.

Sven chuckled slightly, but Phil's expression didn't change.

"You're serious?" the young man asked.

"Your father was a good agent, one of the best, now you've obviously inherited more than just his appearance. I need a good judge of character Sven, someone whose judgements are on the bat, I can only guess people's motives, Ward doesn't trust anyone period and May is…a bit of a sceptic," Phil explained, suddenly feeling uneasy as the couple sat behind Sven shifted.

"You don't trust the new recruits Agent May?" Sven smirked, turning to the table opposite.

The woman on the table, an Asian-American woman turned to Sven. The pleasant expressions she and the dark haired man with her used to fake their conversation disappeared. Agent May's eyes were set in a stern gaze at Sven.

"We don't draw on idealism as you do Reilly, we make do with what we have. Alls we have right now is a former hacker and two scientists whom graduated early, look at the file," May gestured to the file and Sven took it off the table.

"Scientists, mercenaries, assassins and central intelligence agents, wow I never knew Fury had a son…is it just me or does he look like Samuel L Jackson?"

"Stay on point Reilly," May said.

"Well I think he should stay where he is, he's maintained a long and good service record in the army and they need as many good people as they can get. As for the others I'm going to have to cut your recruitment list in half, some of these guys are straight laced, by the book soldiers and law enforcement officers and why isn't Victoria Hand on this list?" Sven asked.

"You want Victoria Hand with us?" Phil asked.

"I know she screwed up with Osborn and his Dark Avengers, but I think she can be a real help to us and she was genuine in her desire to help her country, she's a good agent," Sven explained.

"She was an accountant, Victoria Hand accountant of S.H.I.E.L.D." Ward huffed.

"Its because she's an accountant that we should be recruiting her," May said.

"What, you're actually agreeing with him?"

"Victoria Hand has a view of what you don't, the financial cost, which in the long run can cause our country's economy to plummet, thus making the lives of the people we're supposed to protect more difficult," Sven explained.

"Americans do go through some time of trouble but we recover eventually," Phil said.

"Wrong, its not the American economy that struggles but the economy of countries we've declared third world," Sven reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.

Ward and May didn't get a good look, Phil however did and what he saw horrified him. Sven however smirked slightly.

"Bet you didn't know a global defence agency that focuses on American interests leaves other countries out of pocket. I'll help you rebuild S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Coulson but we do it in a way that doesn't drain other countries, we work with a real limited budget not what you claim to be a limited budget and we respond to threats in other countries of Earth not just America. Everything on that paper were things I discovered two months after I came back from the dead, I did that in two months, give me six months and I'll give you a roster of agents capable of covertly protecting the world!"

"So you'll take the job?" Phil asked.

"No, I wont take a job, I don't want a ridiculous government salary, I'll take the voluntary position," Sven said as he stood up. "Now could you please stop following me, I've got a dinner date later in the day."

"Give Miss Danvers my regards," Phil nodded.

Sven shook his head and smiled as he walked away from the agents. They no doubt had some way to contact him in the future. But until then Sven would enjoy his day and the imminent company of a beautiful woman. He'd learnt too often that life was too short not to enjoy every moment.

'Cade I wonder if you're watching us from up there, if you truly did enter the afterlife you hoped existed. What are you doing now old friend?'

Onyx huffed over his counterparts concern for a dead man. Cade Hunter had been lost when he destroyed the black lantern Swamp Thing. His energy and the surge of power he gained from the emotional spectrum destroyed him along with the dark creature Onyx had summoned to destroy that world. The dark warlord turned his attention back to the universe of the Supermen and the other wonders, focusing his efforts on Earth One, the Earth created by a time paradox, an Earth just beginning to adapt to meta-humans. Technology from Apokolips had become a big demand of the Earth nations. The nations of Bialya and Qurac were two such nations suspected of gathering such technology. Parademon armour, boom tube generators and other assortments of technology that was never meant to be used by humans. That was at least the point the organisation A.R.G.U.S. tried to make. Like on Sven's Earth with S.H.I.E.L.D, the Advanced Research Group Uniting Super humans was created by the US military to monitor at first the Justice League. But as more super humans began appearing across the Earth, A.R.G.U.S. began focusing on international security against these super human threats.

Onyx could monitor every event of interest on the planet. He saw events of great interest in between Bialya and Qurac. Bialya was gathering its army, a force with no super human technology despite the interest the American government had in monitoring them. There were two individuals of significant interest to Onyx, only because he was curious to whether they would meet the same fates of their counterparts in other worlds. Pamela Lillian Isley was a botanist composing methods to grow plants without relying on nature and Garfield Logan lived with his mother at a nature reserve. A reserve being visited by the daughter of the Quracian president Rumaan Harjavti, whom was preparing his country for an inevitable conflict with Bialyan dictator Queen Bee.

"Is this part of your plan, a war between two nations?" Mar-Vell asked him.

"No, the conflict will happen regardless, a power struggle within the nations of Qurac and Bialya, one absorbed by the other, that is the certain possibility of this world. I am simply keeping an eye on our potential recruits, if Joker's word is anything to go on," Onyx said.

He clicked his fingers together, turning the view of the nations into a view of a small group of men and two women. They moved through the jungle region around the Bialyan capital, seemingly intent on carrying out a mission that would have been suicide for anyone else. For them failure meant death, regardless of whether or not they made it out alive.

"Some of them will not comply with your demands," Mar-Vell said.

"It matters not, I only need sacrificial pawns, Joker in particular said that one of the women will be of use when she finds out he is involved."

"Yes, his fellow clown, is it truly wise to rely on the insane?"

Onyx huffed; Mar-Vell's statement was full of ignorance. The man himself had been driven insane by his inability to die, whilst every other version of him died. He swept his hand over the image of the suicide squad and returned to the image of Garfield Logan. The teen was working with his mother, tending to the wounds of an Oryx. Fate was a funny thing, in one world Garfield Logan was leader of one of the world's greatest band of heroes, and the question still remained if the version Onyx watched would live up to that version.

"His destiny is unclear, as is the destiny of every hero," Onyx muttered.

"Except Superman and Wonder Woman, their union is one that can destroy this world," Mar-Vell said.

"It will either destroy the world or save it, or if I have anything to say about it, it will result in the creation of a world where fear and suffering is absolute," Onyx explained.

He opened the palm of his hand, creating a hologram of a possible world. A world where armies marched through the streets, where media was controlled, freedom denied, thoughts forbidden and it was all because of the rule of two malevolent dictators hiding under the mask of righteousness.

"Then, when humanity has lost itself to that fear and suffering," he closed his hand, turning the possible world into an apocalyptic world.

The image of two former heroes, two dictators was replaced by that of a child, a teenager with the power to shatter the world.

"Such a delicious ending, Wonder lady and Super scout's love child becomes the worlds destroyer…now that is pure comedy!" a voice laughed through the gap.

He mockingly bowed to Onyx, showing off his finely cut purple suit. His face was chalk white, lips red and fixed into a permanent grin with scars on the edges and his hair was a greasy green colour. But above his comedic appearance his eyes held clear insanity and a veiled, deadly intellect. Joker was as much a threat to Onyx's plan as he was an asset, but as an agent of chaos he claimed joy from destruction and many things would be destroyed by Onyx's plans. Onyx brushed the image of the possible future aside and returned to the present, continuing to look at Garfield Logan, wondering if destiny would dictate his life.

"Fate is a funny thing," he muttered.

"Indeed it is," Joker chuckled.

The Joker's smile seemed to widen as the Logan's came across a crater in the ground. In the middle of that crater was a blonde haired man, his toned and athletic body covered by a black suit. Particles of gold crystals were set out around him, a sight that should have frightened anyone.

"Oh my god," but Marie Logan was not just anyone.

A doctor before she was a coward, Marie rushed down the crater, sliding at the man's side. He was suffering from dehydration and perhaps malnutrition. Joker took one look at the man's face and began laughing hysterically.

"Fate and destiny are indeed funny things," he rolled his head back.

Onyx nodded his head in agreement. His lips formed a smile, for whilst he was the embodiment of all of Sven Reilly's repressed evil he also possessed his repressed lust for combat and there was no greater challenge than the one the man the Logan's found could offer.

"He's alive, the man whom started the great hunt is alive, it seems not even death can take you Cade Hunter!" Onyx said as his helmet formed over his face.

"Where are you going master?" Mar-Vell asked.

"When you're greatest enemy returns, you test whether you still have the power to face him by facing an opponent of similar strength," Onyx explained.

"Basically he's in the mood for a random killing spree, I did that last week, or was it two hours ago?" Joker's face seemed to be genuinely perplexed, "Killing a whole restaurant full of people because the service was crap doesn't really count as random…oh what the hell it was still fun," Joker laughed as Onyx flew straight into dark space. "I love watching this guy work, I wonder what kind of mischief he'll get up to."

"He's going to kill everyone on Earth."

"Everyone on one Earth Mister Vell, you see while your immortality has numbed you to death, the discovery of an infinite number of Earth's has numbed me too…with Onyx I'll have the pleasure of killing Batman and never running out of him, HA HA HA HA HA!"

Onyx flew into the Multiverse, a universe of realities that were ripe for conquest. But the only two men whom could stop him were realities away from one another.

Next Chapter 2: Death and awakening

Hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter. Next time Cade awakens to what he sees as undeserving hospitality as he familiarizes himself with the new Earth he has been trapped on. Meanwhile Onyx travels to another Earth, facing its Justice League as he recalls the past and origins of his rival.

Just a quick summary of my character Cade Hunter. He's a young man with tremendous fighting skills and a tremendous drive, a drive that drove him not to follow in the footsteps of his abusive criminal parents. He can see the sins committed by every person he meets, if someone has stolen or committed murder then he knows and he can also create and control energy.

In the Hunt and many other stories before this one he was a vigilante, a man whom believed in killing criminals and psychopaths who had deserved it. He took that philosophy a step further in the Hunt and started killing minor criminals, dirty cops and groups like the Thunderbolts, he had basically taken his 'don't hold back on criminals' to the next level and hunted them down regardless of whether they were sorry for their crimes. It had come to the point where he would even kill heroes who got in his way because in his eyes they had murdered innocent people every time they let a criminal like the Green Goblin live.

However the Redeemer series (yes I'm hoping to get a series out of this) sees him thinking differently, in the Hunt he saw that he was becoming as much of a monster as the people he was killing. He tried to kill himself because he believed that would be his redemption, but its backfired and he's in the DC Universe. He doesn't know how its happened and he doesn't really care, he just wants to redeem himself and he knows that saying sorry wont make it go away. But he's dropped into events where the stakes are so important and there are lives at stake and he realises that killing himself isn't an option, that he cant ignore whats going on around him. This story is about a killer who thought himself a hero actually becoming a hero and earning the respect and approval of another Earth's group of mightiest heroes. He's determined not to stain his hands with blood anymore, but fans of the Hunt don't think Cade is going to become a hippie, he'll still be pretty brutal with criminals and those methods will still bring him into conflict with the Justice League and the Avengers on his Earth still remember him and they're not going to accept a simple sorry, so Cade's got his work cut out for him to earn Redemption.

Tell me what you thought so far please :)