The Spirit of Vengeance ||Attack on Titan x Ghost Rider||

Dead and Alive

Over a century ago, a race of giant creatures that consumed on humans called Titans first appeared and with their overwhelming strength, nearly wiped out humanity, alongside old world cultures, beliefs, races, and the countless myths and legends that accompanied them. Despite their best efforts to fight back, humanity's weapons were useless against the Titans, thus driving them into constructing three massive walls built to keep the Titans out.

With the surviving humans now sealed inside of the three Walls named Maria, Rose, and Sina, knowledge regarding the outside world would slowly fade away and be forgotten entirely as the years went on. But one legend that came from the old world would not allow itself to be forgotten.

This is the legend of the Ghost Rider

It was different in every culture, and it's changed over the years. But one thing has always stayed the same: a soul must give itself away to an ancient evil in the form of a deal. An everlasting exchange. In return, they are given the power to punish the guilty souls of humanity and to serve the Devil himself. However, once the Titans began their attack on humanity, the Ghost Rider would vanish entirely, never to be seen or heard from again.

Until recently, on the day when Wall Maria was breached and a new Rider was chosen to serve out the Devil's will. On that day forward, humanity would be a given grim reminder.

The thing about legends is that sometimes... They're true.

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Trost District, Wall Rose

Anger and confusion

That was what he felt. His vision was blurred and unreliable, the smoke emanating from all around him had not cleared yet. He didn't know where it was coming from, but only that he had to get out of it.

He tried to move forward, out of the smoke and into a clearing, if there was one to be found. His visibility still hindered but begining to clear up with each step he took. And that's when he felt it, his footsteps. They felt uneven, unbalanced. Like his left leg was taller than his right. 'Maybe I had injured it' he thought to himself. He continued forward, finally out of the smoke and his vision now unobstructed, clear to see what his eyes intake. Empty streets, buildings, and a large wall that towered over them both. Remembering his previous thoughts, he looked down to where his left leg should be, thinking that whatever the issue was, it wouldn't be too serious. And that's when he saw it.

There was no skin, or muscle, or clothing that should've surrounded been there. Only the bones, and they were all on fire.

Words tried to escape his mouth as he reached down to see if what he was seeing was really there, or his mind playing tricks on him. His hands and arms came into view, they were also without skin, covered in flames and his left hand, much like the leg, missing its sleeve for the shirt he was wearing. Again, he tried to speak but couldn't, or wouldn't, the confusion mixing with his feelings mentioned previously keeping him from doing so. He quickly turned to see if there was anyone, anything, besides himself. The smoke was nearly gone now, as were the giant skeletal remains scattered across the ground before him.

'What is this?' He thought to himself again. The bone structures appeared to be evaporating into the smoke that was now barley viable, as they were being consumed by miniature flames, which all slowly began to die down. He looked up and saw that the sky was blocked out by grey clouds. Turning his attention back to the ground, he noticed a set of broken ODM gear before walking up to a nearby window to see his reflection. The closer he was the more clear the reflection became until it was looking right back at him.