I finally got round to making a Spawn story. I first got into Spawn after watching the HBO series, like HELL am I watching that 1997 fucking abomination. That just destroys what Spawn is.

Now it's an OC who becomes Spawn, there's no Al Simmons at all in this story or even mention, he doesn't exist. This story will go through an origin story, showing the OC's life and how it led to him becoming Spawn.

I hope I get the emotion and trauma Spawn goes through in the animated series, a man who is broken after becoming the Devil's soldier and his soul damned, and cannot get his life or humanity back.

Rat City. A place that lives up to it's name as it's filled with the corrupt and abusive authority figures and rich people. The alleyways seemed to be either a man's isolation... or the location of their demise. Like right now, three men working for one of the crime bosses of the city were cornering a whimpering man.

They were deep in the alleyways where no one would come across them.

"Randy, Randy, you should've delivered on your end of the deal." One of the men, a middle aged man with short black hair and blue eyesz dressed in a wife beater, trench coat, blue jeans and black boots. He had a silver revolver in hand which he also had aimed at the other man, Randy.

"P-Please..." Randy whimpered, the whimper of a man broken from an incident.

The first man tutted mockingly. "Please ain't gonna work, pal. Had you held your end of the deal with the boss and delivered the shipment, then perhaps your kids wouldn't have been killed, your wife fucked before being killed herself. I boots say though..." He chuckled darkly as the shadows of the alleyway seem to make him look like some demon. "...she was a tight bitch."

The other two men with him chuckled loudly and darkly. Unbeknownst to them...someone was watching, a dark figure, a figure who was filled with trauma himself. A figure who looked at the scene before him on top of a cross. Randy spotted this figure who was concealed with the shadows of the night, looking like a living shadow with some sort of large cape flowing in the wind. It looked like the Devil himself had come to the Earth.

Wrong guy.

Lightning struck the air behind the figure, illuminating the alleyway but when the lightning died down... The figure had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Now..." The leader of the three thugs spun the ammo slide of the revolver before snapping it shut and presses it against Randy's forehead. "Time to end this."

"Let him go."

All time seemed to stop at the male voice that spoke with a dark growl. The three thugs looked around at the shadows ifnthe alleyways, frowning and wondering who spoke.

Suddenly something rattling was heard...like a chain.

A chain latched out of the shadows and snatched the leader before dragging him into the darkness of the night and the alleyways. His screams were heard before they was a sickening crush of bone and the sound of flesh ripping. Suddenly something was thrown outnof the dark and slides to a stop at the feet of the other two thugs while Randy was paralyzed with fear.

"H-Holy shit!" One of the thugs yelled. "Eddie!"

The leader thug, Eddie, had half his face ripped off, his right arm ripped right off, and by the looks of it his ribs were crushed. His lifeless eyes stared at them, looking as if he had seen the face of the Devil himself before being killed.

"F-Fuck" the other thug yelled, aiming his SMG around for the attacker. "What the fuck's going on, James?!"

"The fuck if I know, Derek!" James said with a tone of fear. No human could've easily done that to a man in seconds.

A hissing sound was heard as a figure came out of the darkness. They couldn't be seen thanks to the shadows and the darkness that is the night and the alleyways. All that could be identified were narrowed, glowing green eyes and a red cape flowing in the wind. James and Derek took a step back, shivering and shaking in fear.

"O-Oh God...Oh G-God help us!" Derek yelled with pure fear at what he saw before him...it was the Devil himself. It had to!

"God isn't here." The figure spoke darkly, his voice deep with a growl as the green eyes glared st the two men before him. "I am."

Chains suddenly latched out and grabbed Derek around the neck before a yank had his head twisting to look behind him, then his body was thrown into the side of a dumpster.

"D-Derek!" James yelled before steeling his nerves and fear, firing at the dark figure who approached as the bullets didn't seem to hurt him or even do anything. A hand grabbed his left arm and with superhuman strength, pushes it back enough to snap the bone out so James had his gun forcefully pointed at his head. "W-What the hell are you?!"

"...Spawn."

BANG!

A thud hitting the floor was heard after the gunshot. Randy quaked in fear as the dark figure who calls himself Spawn turned to look at him, staring at him with his green eyes. He couldn't be seen, no part of him could except the eyes and the cape.

"Get lost." He growled darkly, the cape rising as I'd responding to his growl and making him look more threatening. "Don't ever come into my alleyways again.. Got it?"

"Y-Yeah!" Randy knew he should take the warning seriously and ran away from the figure called Spawn.

Said figure watched him go before turning away and seemed to glide into the shadows, disappearing into the it as if one with them or made of them. He kept walking until he found a puddle and fell to his knees, looking at his reflection.

He was wearing a sort of black suit with a white symbol on the chest, his mask mostly black with white at the eye part. He looked like no man, nor did he look like any heroes like Batman, Superman, despite the red cape that fluttered behind him. Spawn stared at the reflection, his breath beginning to grow heavier in anger as he stared, his anger, rage, all dark emotions associated with rage were all he felt at this moment.

"RAGHHHH!" He roared as he punched the puddle before looking at the heavens and yelled. The yell of a man grieving and broken for different reasons...

A man who had lost everything and sold his soul at the same time...

(Flashback)

Nathan Nolan, considered one of the greatest assassins on the planet, cocked his Desert Eagle as he sat on a rooftop, his sea blue eyes watching his target exit a strip club.

This was it. This was his final hit that would give him a lot of money. Enough to retire and help his mother with her illness.

Nathan Nolan was a 25 year old man with short black hair that was shaved at the sides to form a Mohawk look. He had a small scar running down his left eye, though it didn't damage his eyeball specifically, just the skin part and remaining a part of him. He was dressed in a black leather jacket, a white shirt, dark blue jeans, and dark brown boots.

He didn't really have an easy life growing up. His father abandoned his mother while she was pregnant with him, leaving her to raise him by herself. He was bullied in school for amusement.

Then his mother became ill. It was cancer, and that was what led to him doing what he does. He wanted to raise enough money to try and get her the help she needed. The place they lived in wouldn't help her at all, only caring about themselves or just didn't give a fuck.

The world was cruel after all, not everyone was willing or caring to help other. In Rat City, if you were sick... You were weak and should just die.

Nathan lived his life as an assassin to help his mother, despite her not being on board with his profession. Who would?

Nathan smirked as he aimed his gun, closing one eye to narrow down his sights. He waited for five seconds as his target took a step away from his guards...

BANG!

The bullet flew through the air and struck his target. Nathan smirked coldly as the target fell before he got up and left, leaping onto a rooftop that was close to the other. He climbed down a fire escape to where a black chopper motorcycle was parked. He got on, turning the motorcycle on. He revved it a few times before driving off to collect his payment from the man who hired him.

Once he had collected his payment, which was a whopping $500,000, he drove down a rough looking neighbourhood that was riddled with crime, gangsz and thugs preying on the weak for their own damn amusement.

Not that he cared really. He didn't kill innocents sure, but he didn't really care except for himself and his mother. That was all that mattered to him. No one else cared for them, why should he care for others then?

Stopping outside a nice looking house. Nathan turned off his motorcycle and got off, picking up a large duffel bag that held the $500,000. He began making his way towards the house, stopping at the door as he looked around with narrowed eyes for a brief moment. He was always on alert. Gangs liked to toss Molotov bottles through windows for their amusement, uncaring of the lives claimed. Nathan entered the hose, immediately hearing a woman's cough and flinched.

He took a deep breath before walking into the living room to see a older woman who looked to be in her sixties. She had greying hair, sea blue eyes like his, and looked sick as she coughed violently.

"Mom." Nathan walked over, kneeling down beside her as she looked at him and smiled.

"Nathan, my baby's back." Ashley Nolan said, causing Nathan to let out a shaky chuckle as the assassin persona faded to one of a young man who was just trying to save his mother.

"Has the illness gotten worse?" Nathan asked quietly.

Ashley nodded. "I may not have long. It must be some form of cancer. I can see some of my hair falling out." She saw Nathan clench his fists in anger, at himself for not being here to help her. That, he'll admit this to himself, was his own fault but he was doing it to help her. She took his hands in hers and smiled softly at him. "Don't blame yourself."

"I just..." He stopped himself as a sob escaped him, reality settling in that he may not his mother around for long. She was all he had. He never had any friends or girlfriends, the only girls he socialized with were ones he met at a bar and ending up having one night stands with. He wasn't perfect, nobody was. He has taken many lives after all.

"Shh, it's okay." Ashley whispered as she held her son who allowed his emotions free, holding her as the tears fell.

They remained like that for over 30 minutes before Nathan felt his phone vibrating and pulled away from the hug to pull it out and answer it. "Yeah?" He asked coldly, the assassin persona coming into play.

"Mr. Nolan, my name is Jason Wynn and I'd like to hire you for a job that could earn you millions..."

He knew he shouldn't have taken that job after accepting it...

...for it led to his soul being dammed.

(Flashback ends)

Nathan Nolan stared at the monster that stared back in the puddle reflection. His green eyes that took the place of his blue ones closed in many emotions that were running through him, even ones not meant for a soldier of Hell.

Hell does not allow it's warrior children to feel such things, they were meant to be evil, remorseless, killers. The Hellspawn being the Devil's favourite soldiers.

Nathan was the first Hellspawn to ever walk the Earth after 400 years where the last Hellspawn walked the Earth. The new Hellspawn got to his feet, his cape covering his lower body as he walked into the darkness of the alleyways, walking to where an abandoned church was. It was where he stayed for now

How ironic, one of Hell's creations taking refuge in one of God's churches...

And that's it for the first chapter. I hope I got it right, got the emotion of man who becomes a Hellspawn right. I did watch the HBO series multiple times to see if I can try and get the grief, anger, disbelief, all those kind of emotions Al showed after seeing what he had become.

There will be several arcs in this story, the first is Nathan coming to terms with what he is now and what leads to him choosing to be a hero...or Anti-Hero in this case. He will meet the likes of Batman and Superman, but I won't be bashing the fuck out of them. Sure they won't agree with his methods ALL the time, but Spawn and the JL will come RL an agreement when the JL has been formed and they offer Spawn a place, considering he'd be a founding member in a way.

So far the arcs I've got, in no immediate order, are The Beginning of Spawn Arc, the Themyscria Arc (Where he meets WW and her family before WW left the island), and the formation of the Justice League arc.

Those three arcs are all I have just now. But I'll be working on others as time progresses.

This is also a harem story. I don't know if women from Spawn will be involved, considering the ones I've seen so far are forces of Heaven who'd hunt Nathan/Spawn.

Harem: Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Powergirl, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Zatanna, Black Canary, Talia al Ghul, Mera, Starfire, Grail and Hippolyta.