Thomas Halloway, also known as The New Angel, inherited his grandfather's name and there vigilante legacy. With his newfound abilities and sense of justice.

One important night, when the moon shone bright above, Thomas was joined by Nightwing, also known as Mark Taylor, and his girlfriend Emily Hawkins, known as Lady Vamp. Together, they made a strong team, each with their own unique abilities.

"Let's go," said Nightwing, his voice filled with determination. Thomas nodded in agreement, the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders as they set out towards the location where the vampire threat had been reported

As they arrived, the scene was chaotic. Injured bystanders lay scattered across the ground, their cries of pain filling the air. Without hesitation, Nightwing dashed to help a wounded man lying nearby.

"What's happening?" Nightwing asked, his concern evident as he assessed the man's injuries.

"There's a vampire... five of them," the man gasped, his voice strained with pain. "A black man tried to stop them. He wears sunglasses and claims he's a hunter."

Nightwing nodded, absorbing the information quickly. "Angel, can you handle this from here and call S.H.I.E.L.D? Lady Vamp and I will head to that location to find the hunter before it's too late."

Thomas, also known as Angel, nodded, acknowledging Nightwing's instructions. "Roger that, and take care, guys," he replied, his voice steady despite the chaos around them.

With a shared nod, Nightwing and Lady Vamp hurried towards the indicated location, leaving Thomas to deal with the aftermath and call for reinforcements.

After contacting S.H.I.E.L.D., Thomas redirected his focus to the injured man, quickly wrapping bandages from his well-prepared pockets. "Feeling any better now, sir?" he asked, concern etched on his features.

"I'm okay now," the man replied, his voice steadier than before. Suddenly, his eyes widened in alarm. "What's that?"

Following the man's gaze, Thomas spotted a figure emerging from the shadows. It was one of the vampire they had been warned about, his green, shaggy hair standing out distinctly against the darkness of the night.

"Ho, a vigilante," the vampire sneered, his lips twisting into a wicked grin. With fast movement, he lunged towards Thomas, intent on causing harm.

But Thomas was prepared. With years of practice, he faced the vampire's assault directly, his movements smooth and exact. Every strike from the vampire was met with a fast counterattack, showcasing Thomas expertise and unwavering resolve.

Reacting quickly, Thomas reached for his gun and pulled the trigger, aiming at the vampire.

However, the creature moved with supernatural speed, dodging the bullets effortlessly. With a menacing snarl, the vampire surged forward, his sharp fangs exposed and his eyes glowing with hatred.

But Thomas was quick-witted. As the vampire closed in, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a handful of salt, flinging it against the vampire. The vampire recoiled in agony, his flesh burning at the contact with the purifying substance.

"Do you think I came here without preparing, you bastard?" Thomas retorted, his voice filled with resolve. Seizing the opportunity, he delivered a powerful kick to the vampire's chest, sending him tumbling backward.

With a fast reflexes, Thomas raised his gun once more and took aim at the vampire's head. The silver bullet pierced through the creature's skull with deadly accuracy, reducing him to ashes in an instant.

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As the dust settled, Thomas stood panting, breathless and adrenaline coursing through his veins, still reeling from the intensity of the fight. With a grim sense of satisfaction, he looked over the ashes of his defeated enemy knowing that justice had been served.

"Serve you right, you fucktard," he muttered quietly, his words echoing his conviction and determination to fight against evil. It was a clear statement of his unwavering commitment to justice.

Then Thomas felt a surge of panic as two more vampires suddenly appeared. "Oh no," he muttered, his heart racing. He braced himself to confront the new danger, the air thick with tension. Every second felt like an eternity as he prepared to face the vampires head-on, their presence casting a dark shadow over the night.

As the chaos of the first vampire's defeat settled, Thomas Halloway, known as The New Angel, prepared for another fight. But before he could gather his resolve for the next assault, Suddenly this two vampires dropped to the ground, their cries ending abruptly as they crumbled into ash.

The sudden end of the vampires left Thomas momentarily stunned, his mind struggling to process the unexpected twist. As the ashes dispersed in the breeze, a figure stepped forward from the shadows.

It was a black British man, his features obscured by the shadows and his eyes shielded by dark sunglasses. . He wore clothes that exuded a gothic vibe, and he held a gun confidently, clearly ready for anything that might happen.

Thomas eyed the newcomer with a blend of curiosity and caution, uncertain about this unexpected ally. Meanwhile, Nightwing, aka Mark Taylor, and Lady Vamp, aka Emily Hawkins, emerged from the shadows, their presence offering a sense of reassurance on Thomas.

"Guys!" Thomas exclaimed, relief flooding through him at the sight of his companions.

"Angel," Nightwing acknowledged with a nod, his expression grave as he took in the scene before him.

Turning his attention to the black British man, Thomas couldn't help but ask, "Anyway, who are you?" He gestured towards the mysterious figure, his curiosity piqued.

The man looked at Thomas calmly, his gaze unwavering behind his sunglasses. "I'm Blade," he said with authority, his voice carrying a sense of confidence.

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[Meanwhile Michael Wilson]

Michael stood at the entrance of Peter Parker's modest home, his hand raised to knock on the door.

The door opened, and Aunt May smiled. "Hi, Aunt May," Michael greeted with a smile.

With a nod of thanks, Michael entered, instantly enveloped by the comforting familiarity of the Parker household. He took a few steps, sensing the warmth of the place like a soft blanket wrapping around him. In the living room, he spotted young Peter Parker, a lively twelve-year-old, bouncing around with excitement. And there, sitting calmly, was Uncle Ben, his gentle demeanor radiating kindness and wisdom.

Michael looked at Uncle Ben for a moment, silently honoring the man who came up with the iconic phrase that meant so much not just Michael but to other people too. Lost in his thoughts, Michael snapped back to reality when Peter excitedly called out to him.

"Michael!" Peter exclaimed, excited that Brother Michael was here.

"Hey there, Pete," Michael grinned, ruffling Peter's hair affectionately. "I told you I'd be coming for dinner."

"With laughter filling the air, Michael joined the Parker family at the table, feeling grateful for moments like these, where friendship, love, and the promise of a shared meal brought joy to his heart."

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[Meanwhile]

Miguel O'Hara, also known as Spider-Man 2099, was in trouble. He was facing really tough enemies, and it was getting hard to keep up. "This is not good," he gasped, feeling the pressure of the situation. He knew he couldn't handle these guys alone. He needed backup, someone strong who could help him beat these villains who were causing so much trouble in these universe.

Miguel O'Hara quickly hide from his pursuers and takes a momentary break to look for someone who can help him.

Then he noticed in the portal where he used to travel to other universes, another Spider-Man, Michael Wilson, fighting against a Monkey King Robot. Seeing Michael's impressive skills in action, Miguel felt even more determined. "That's Michael Wilson, the legendary Spider-Man," he exclaimed, his voice filled with respect as he watched Michael Wilson take on his own enemies.

"I need to go to him and ask for his help," Miguel resolved, his mind made up as he saw in Michael Wilson the potential ally he desperately needed. With new courage, Miguel headed straight for Michael Wilson, ready to ask for his support in battling the dangerous threats to these universe.

This is will be the next Arc "The Future Arc," which happens after the Monkey King Arc, Miguel O'Hara, who is younger than his counterpart in the Spider-Verse, asks for help from our protagonist, Michael Wilson, also known as the Legendary Spider-Man.