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MR. & MRS. DAREDEVIL
MR. & MRS. DAREDEVIL

"We are the devils of Hell's Kitchen, and we come to do the devil’s work."
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35/31 | American/Greek

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What if the man without fear didn't exist? The idea of vigilantism and freedom is long forgotten. Almost everyone in New York is complacent under the rule of multiple dictators running the show. Police are watching your every move, and the law is bendable and abused by those in power. The media dictates what you can and can’t do. It feels like a prison, but it makes people think they are ‘safe’ at the expense of their subservience.

Well, it's time to break the Anarchy glass and bring the power back to the people.

By now, you all know about the Catholic blind lawyer wearing spandex’s background and backstory, and his hot ninja assassin girlfriend/enemy, right?

Well, this is my attempt at retconning it and reshaping Daredevil’s world on my own take. My concept begins where Matt’s and Elektra’s life starts at year one (again).

But instead of being a lawyer, Matt became a man of the cloth, an ex-boxer turned blind pastor with his radar sense still intact. He is happily married to Elektra, a district attorney in this setting, who has her own past of being a super soldier in Japan.

The couple’s mundane life soon changes, as they meet a fugitive named Sticks, making them realize that despite their law-abiding and clean-nosed record, Corruption isn’t going anywhere and the system always finds its way to bring trouble to them. The people need their devilish guardian, and must don their red suits to fight it together.

As for the devil’s playground, the New York Matt knew had changed drastically ; It is run and controlled by Mayor Fisk and the Hand. It's much more dangerous out on the streets as a bunch of Daredevil wannabees is using his identity, and his rogue gallery is much deadlier and more monstrously enhanced.

Can Matt and Elektra, a match made in hell, overcome the injustice of this dystopian, dastardly, deadly, diminished, dysfunctional Big Apple?

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The plot is very much V-for-Vendetta-esques and focuses on the daily life of Matt and Elektra living in totalitarian new york as a loving couple. We all know the Daredevil formula works well in an oppressive crime setting, and Matt being hunted for defying a corrupt justice system is just a regular tuesday for him.

My goal is to portray the devil couple on a different level of the playing field while keeping the essence of their character intact, and their villains are inspired by the level of craziness of the Absolute Batman.

I really like the Red Fist storyline from Daredevil, and the twisted versions of Absolute Batman’s rogue gallery, so I decided to mash them together to create this beautiful mess.

The collab is rather limited since the majority of both daredevils are staying in New York, but doesn't mean we can't work something. Anyone can join in the revolution, as long as you don’t mind the ample amount of daredevil masks everywhere!
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Can Thor throw his bodyguards and assassins into the sun? Leave kingpin for Matt to beat up.


Thor, buddy. I think you have issues throwing people into the sun. Also, i don't think their insurance covers the God of thunder yeeting them.
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Just ask and Thor will throw Kingpin into the sun. No reservations whatsoever.




As much as i love to see that, It would abruptly end my Daredevil run before it even begins XD
@Colonel Sep I see you’re staying true to your character. That’s very Frank Castle-coded of you. XD Always one-upping the red blind guy and doing things differently despite them co-existing, fighting the same goal. Now I’m curious, what was your original concept?

@Mao Mao Hell yeah! Let’s share a rooftop together someday! It's always fun when the Kingpin is the mayor. Not so fun for the heroes, tho, and four adolescent turtles are no exception.
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“No, I believe we haven't met before. The name’s John, I’m from the CPS.” A lie after another lie, Derald introduced himself to the pastor. With a sleight of hand, He briefly showed his fake flip badge to both of them. It was so quick and yet so believable, as for the Janitor. He is still under his spell; anything the mafiaoso said is still credible to him.

“I’m concerned about the well-being of the child based on our reports. Can you tell me the deets about what the grandparent's concern is? Perhaps we could work something out to help young Evan and go to the school together to find some answers. Call it a temporary partnership for the betterment of the boy,” He smirked at Gabriel.
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“Now that sounds rather strange, I hate to be Isaac at that moment. I can’t imagine some random freshman blurted out your secret affair out in the open.” Derald scratches his chin and ponders.

Perhaps it's the demon talking, early signs of precognition and weaponizing it to others are what I’m getting here. Man, if only i have that gift, i could blackmail so many other rival gangs.

Also, Outside of being divorced, Mrs. Fatma’s profile never mentioned that she was being cheated on by her husband. This plays a huge role, like how does Fatma kept custody of Evan? And how does it affect the child's psyche? He seems to lash out at the very mention of it.

Arrghh. Too many assumptions, not enough concrete leads. Maybe it's time to get close to Evan’s inner circle.
Derald thought to himself.

“So does this Evan kid have any friends, or any contact within or outside the school other than his hot mom? you say he's in the volleyball team right? are there any other extra ciricular activities he's involved with?” he asked.

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“Oh, man, that’s a riot! How scandalous, You ain’t lying about the situation being straight from a sitcom drama, The moxie of these kid these days, letting their fist do the talking. Misinformation and secrets casually thrown around, spreading like wildfire from classroom to classroom. Some things never change at high school, huh?” Derald can’t help but to shed a tear and busting his gut from laughing as soon as the janitor finishes his gossip.

The young mafiaoso finds the sweeper’s story quite amusing and helpful, to say the least. But he needs to dig deeper. Find more info about the Amari's.

“Was this Evan kid always this violent and a troublemaker? Also, what did his father and mother say about this incident? I’m sure they got called to the principal's office one way or another. Have you seen them around these parts?”
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“Ach! When was the last time somebody cleaned this car!?” Derald exclaimed and stepped out of the car as quickly as possible as soon as they arrived at the place. Multiple water bottles fell off at his feet as soon as he opened the car door and made his exit.

Clearly, it was not a fun ride for the mafiaso as he felt his legs all numb up from being cramped for about an hour, travelling inside this compact vehicle. Not to mention the number of drive-thrus they have to go through on the way there. Despite being highly resistance to poison, Derald tasting an ample amount of that good ol’ American fast food did a number on his stomach, making him a bit queasy during the travel.

This company car has seen better days, as it is used for some sort of mobile workshop for their boss. One of the leading mages of astronomy living inside a sedan, who would have thought?

“Seems like a quiet neighborhood. It would be a damn shame if a demon started terrorizing this place.” Derald snorted as he lit up a cigarette, skimming the area.

Derald decided to stay with the investigation team, rather than meeting Ms. Fatma and her child himself. Too many people visiting her place might agitate this so-called ‘demon child’.

“I’m quite familiar with the area since my pad is not far from here.” He said to the group, protecting his eyes with his hand from the sun while looking up at the huge signage ‘Pearlwind Hotel’ from afar.

“So this is the profile of one Evan Amari, and his school is New Covenant Christian Academy, this is probably my best lead to test my theory. To see if anyone knows him personally. You know what they say, it takes a village to raise a child. I feel like Ms. Amari has skipped a few deets about her son.” He said, checking his phone.

“You’re welcome to tag along if you like; that way, we can cover more ground.” He said before leaving.




As Derald was fast approaching the school zone, He began his ritual while crossing the street. He waved his cigar in the air as if he were writing something in the wind with its smoke. He then crushed the cigarette stick in his palm and smothered its ash across his scarf.

At this moment, the man called Derald was no more. His cover up from normal eyes is in effect. If anyone ask what Derald look like, there's a ninety percent chance they would mess up his description.

He was a nobody; his identity is undefined. He wasn’t a mage. He was a nobody, like a face in the crowd.

Derald pondered and saw a street sweeper bearing the academy's logo. Perhaps this is a good way to start the investigation.

He approached the janitor all friendly, claiming to be his workmate, and asked if he knew a student named ‘Evan Amari’ and even if he doesn’t, He suggested that the janitor should take the day off and go home, offering to take his place for the day.

Despite being a 3rd-rate mage. Derald knew a thing or two about hypnosis. It isn’t memory-altering or complete Rasputin mind control level, but it can be persuasive to normal folks.

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Derald flinched as he saw the magi girl acting all different, Selene was it? dropping some lore on demons on a different demeanour, claiming she knows someone who's a expert about demonic possessions. He isn’t versed on how this happened or what spell she used to alter her personality once she pulls out that creepy book, but on the streets, he knows a murderous intent when he sees one, It's all too familiar like a rival gang planning to ice someone in cold blood. Self-preservation dictates he should stir clear of the funeral themed girl.

Luckily, from the way he sees it, this girl’s persona has an on/off switch, some Jekyll and Hyde shit.

Derald let the whole thing play out as the quiet guy from the corner (Richard) offers some teaching to a tech-impaired girl about the wonders of modern technology.

Derald clears his throat before speaking again.

“Right... there are too many variables to why Fatma’s child is acting like that. The whole angels, demons, religion, and theology thing really escapes me.” He scratches his head.

“The best thing we can do is narrow down the cause and find a treatment without harming the child before it gets worse i presume.” He diagnose the case, letting his doctor-like side speak.

“I can round up any potential witness who made contact with Evan, hopeful to find a lead about my theory about the involvement of a third party mystics" He said.

"and don’t worry if they don’t cooperate, I got ways for them to talk.” The young mafioso said with a smirk, briefly showing his box of syringes out of his coat. His mystic code, the bane of most normal humans: poison.

“Also, what do you mean by her grandfather has beef with the executors? I feel like this pretty face client of ours has quite the family history with the church’s hitman.” He asked Leonardo.
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