Daredevil's serious expression proved that he was definitely not joking.
In his mind, if Luke insisted on making him do something evil—something that went against his conscience—then he would rather fight to the death!
"Uh..."
Seeing Daredevil's unwavering resolve, Luke hesitated for a moment. He hadn't expected such a dramatic reaction.
But in the end, he decided to just say it.
"Actually, I just wanted to ask if you know someone who can help me get a legal identity. Money isn't an issue."
"..."
Daredevil's expression froze.
That's it?
He had been mentally preparing for a life-or-death struggle, only for Luke to ask about paperwork?
"Well, I do know some people who can help with that." Daredevil looked slightly confused, his stance relaxing.
To ease the awkwardness, he even considered paying for it himself.
"No need for money. Just an identity. No problem."
"Then you're quite the generous guy."
Luke grinned, genuinely pleased.
But he couldn't help but poke at Daredevil a little more.
"By the way, lawyer, is it illegal to forge an identity in America?"
"..."
"You're doing this on purpose."
Daredevil's face turned red.
He knew Luke was teasing him because of his earlier statement about not doing anything illegal.
"Heh~ Maybe there's a chance I'm actually Batman, just visiting from the DC universe. So, I have no idea what your world's laws are."
"Absolutely not!" Daredevil snapped.
With Daredevil—more precisely, Matt Murdock's—connections, Luke had his new identity within two days.
A full set: driver's license, passport, SSN, and even a brand-new phone with a working SIM card.
"Appreciate it. If you ever run into trouble, just drop by 177A Bleecker Street and mention my name."
Luke, who had been lounging in front of the computer playing games, took the documents and examined them.
He had spent the past two days in Daredevil's apartment, reading up on this world's version of Marvel lore online.
Something felt... different.
Unlike the Marvel Cinematic Universe he was familiar with, this world wasn't just limited to the well-known superheroes.
It also had records of werewolves and vampires—though they were treated more like urban legends than confirmed facts.
Luke speculated that this world was a mix of all Marvel movies and TV series.
Except for mutants.
He had searched extensively but found no trace of them.
Odd.
"177A Bleecker Street?" Matt repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Alright, I'll remember it."
He said that, but in truth, he didn't take it seriously.
He assumed Luke was just throwing out random nonsense, and he had gotten used to it.
But this time, Matt was wrong.
Because 177A Bleecker Street was actually the address of the New York Sanctum!
"I rented an apartment for you in Queens. You can live there from now on."
Matt pulled out a key and handed it to Luke.
Over the past two days, he had listened to Luke rambling about rituals, sacrifices, summoning beings from other dimensions—at this point, Matt was starting to suspect the guy was the leader of some cult.
He just wanted him gone.
Luke accepted the key with a nod.
Then, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, he casually asked:
"Oh, by the way, do you know anyone who works at a blood bank? I need to buy a few hundred kilograms of human blood."
Matt nearly choked on air.
Matt Murdock narrowed his eyes behind his red mask. "Why do you need so much blood?"
Luke grinned. "If I said it was to maintain world peace, would you believe me?"
Matt's face remained impassive, his expression practically screaming, 'What do you think?'
"Yeah, figured as much," Luke shrugged. "Look, the city's full of people. If I had bad intentions, would I really be buying blood instead of just... you know?"
Matt exhaled sharply but nodded. He might not fully understand Luke's intentions, but the logic made sense.
"Fine. I'll see what I can do.".
"Yeah, see what you can do... get it? See? Y'know because you'r—"
"I get it, i get it,"
For a blind lawyer, Matt Murdock had a terrifying network of contacts.
If there was anyone who could get something done in New York, it was him.
"Appreciate it, man," Luke said, stretching as he stood up.
Suddenly, a sharp sense of danger pricked at his nerves.
Instinctively, he turned toward the window.
A missile streaked through the sky, trailing smoke, heading straight for them.
For a brief second, Luke's mind conjured the classic action-movie soldier yelling, 'RPG!' But reality had no slow-motion sequence.
BOOM!
The explosion shattered the window, sending fire and debris tearing through the apartment.
Flames engulfed the room in an instant.
Coughing through the smoke, Luke walked out of the blaze, completely unharmed.
A battered but conscious Daredevil was pulled from the wreckage by sheer luck and resilience.
Luke stepped toward the window, spotting figures on the rooftop opposite.
They were reloading a second rocket launcher.
"Did you get exposed?" Luke asked, cracking his neck.
Matt, still hacking up smoke, shook his head. "Doubt it. They must've just tracked my safe house."
"Didn't you say this place was secure?" Luke raised a brow.
"I..." Matt hesitated.
Even the best make mistakes.
His sharp ears caught the murmuring of their attackers.
"They're Kingpin's men. I shut down a deal worth tens of millions last week."
Luke let out a low whistle. "Tens of millions? Yeah, I'd want you dead too."
Ignoring Matt's glare, Luke shoved the shattered door open and stepped outside.
"He's coming out!" a thug yelled from the rooftop. "Shoot him!"
Bullets poured down like rain.
Luke barely flinched. "Tsk. Feels like a mosquito bite."
Small-caliber rounds were useless against him.
Ever since he gained his first demonic power, he'd tested it.
Pistols? Nothing. Rifles? Still nothing.
Now? Completely pointless.
"What the hell? He's not going down!" one of the shooters panicked.
"Use the RPG!"
Luke cracked his knuckles. "Too late."
With a thunderous stomp, the floor beneath him exploded.
He launched himself into the air, crossing the distance like a human cannonball.
"Oh, hell—" The lead thug barely had time to react before Luke landed in front of him.
The man emptied his magazine, but all he got in return was a dull 'click' from his empty chamber.
Luke smirked. "Next time, go for an extended mag."
Before the thug could even scream, Luke swatted him like a fly.
The man sailed off the rooftop, landing with a sickening crunch seven stories below.
"Joe's dead! He killed Joe!" another thug shrieked.
The remaining men opened fire in sheer desperation.
It made no difference.
One by one, they fell to Luke's overwhelming slap,
"Parker!" another one,
"Go to hell!"
The last remaining thug finally loaded the RPG.
He didn't care if the explosion would take him out too—he just wanted Luke dead.
With shaking hands, he aimed the rocket launcher directly at Luke and pulled the trigger.
Boom!
The rocket shot forward at blistering speed, heading straight for its target.
Luke caught it mid-air.
For a split second, the thug's brain refused to comprehend what had just happened.
Then, before he could even react, the rocket exploded in Luke's grip—
—but the next moment, Luke stepped out of the fireball completely unharmed.
Even his clothes were intact, shielded by the supernatural barrier of his Supreme Exorcist powers.
The last thug collapsed to his knees.
His breath came in short, panicked gasps, his mind snapping under the sheer horror of what he had just witnessed.
"Devil... you're the devil..." he whispered, his sanity slipping away.
Luke didn't bother replying.
He simply grabbed the man by the collar and flung him off the rooftop.
Splat.
...
With the last threat eliminated, Luke made his way downstairs, rolling his shoulders like he had just finished a light workout.
By the time he reached the ground, Matt Murdock—fully suited up as Daredevil—had just arrived.
He had clearly hurried over after hearing the chaos above.
"You..." Daredevil's voice was tense. "Did you kill them all?"
Though he couldn't see the bodies, his other senses told him everything he needed to know.
The overwhelming scent of blood, the scattered, broken bodies... it was a massacre.
"What else was I supposed to do?" Luke muttered, his expression unreadable.
Truthfully, this was his first time killing someone.
He wasn't exactly comfortable with it, but what was he supposed to do?
Let them live after they tried to blow him up?
He knew he'd have to get used to this sooner or later.
"You could've subdued them. Called the police," Daredevil said, his jaw tight.
Luke let out a humorless chuckle.
"Oh yeah, because they were totally going to sit quietly and wait for the cops while reloading an RPG."
He scoffed.
"Do I look like a Boy Scout to you?"
Daredevil frowned but didn't respond.
Luke exhaled and glanced around at the blood-soaked scene.
Then he suddenly froze.
"Damn it," he muttered.
Daredevil raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"I really shouldn't have killed them..." Luke said, shaking his head as if scolding himself.
Daredevil's brows furrowed.
For a moment, he thought Luke might be having second thoughts, maybe realizing the weight of what he had done.
Then Luke sighed dramatically.
"I should've saved them for blood draws."
Daredevil blinked. "What?"
"So much blood... wasted," Luke groaned, looking at the crimson pooling on the ground like a disappointed scientist who had just spilled an expensive chemical.
Daredevil pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're just like Frank..." he muttered.
He compared Luke to Frank, a.k.a. the Punisher in terms of how they deal their enemies.
"This won't end here," Daredevil warned. "Kingpin's people will find out you did this, and when they do, they'll come after you."
Luke merely shrugged. "Let 'em come."
Daredevil wanted to argue, but he knew Luke was beyond reasoning.
Luke grinned. "You don't need to find me a blood bank anymore, I think I just found my supplier."
"..."
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