HellFire's Rider Of Vengeances

Chapter One: You should fear the dark

A/n: Art is by Selena777 on zerochan.net

                    It's said that the west was built on legends, tall tales that helped us make sense of things too great or too terrifying to believe. This is the legend of the Ghost Rider. This tale speaks of a person who did the Devil's bidding until he came across a contract of a thousand souls. But that contract was so powerful. He knew he could never let the Devil get his hands on it. So he did what no Rider had ever done before he outran the Devil himself. But over time, the Devil found a new rider, a daredevil called Johnny Blaze. He used the young man's love for his dying father to get him to sign his soul away willingly. The Devil instructs him to retrieve the Contract of a Thousand Souls to him. This leads Johnny to the first Ghost Rider, Carter Slade, and together they beat Blackheart. Instead of returning the contact to the Devil, Johnny also follows in Carter's footsteps and runs. The thing about legends is...sometimes, they're true.

                    The bar door swung open with a creak and out stepped a man, a beer bottle clutched in one hand and a motorcycle helmet dangling from the other. He exuded a rugged charm, the kind that hinted at trouble. Standing at five feet eight inches, his athletic build was evident even beneath his worn leather biker jacket. His short, dark brunette hair was stylishly tousled, and his piercing light blue eyes seemed to glow under the dim streetlights. He wore scuffed boots, old blue jeans, and a white t-shirt that clung to his muscular frame. As the moonlight bathed his skin, he felt the familiar stir of the beast within, clawing at the edges of his consciousness. With a swift motion, he brought the beer bottle to his lips, draining it in one long gulp before hurling it to the ground. The glass shattered with a satisfying crash, and he chuckled a low, dangerous sound. He sauntered over to his Pan-head Chopper, its gas tank adorned with vivid flames that seemed to dance in the moonlight.

                     "Johnny Blaze," a voice like honey whispered, cutting through the night. He spun around, his eyes narrowing as he found himself face-to-face with a stunning woman. Her angelic features were framed by dark black hair that cascaded over her shoulders, and her bright green eyes sparkled with mischief. She stood just a few inches shorter than him, her presence commanding and powerful. She wore a white silk dress that clung to her slim figure, the fabric shimmering in the moonlight. She stepped closer, pressing her body against his, her breath warm against his ear. "God has called upon you to gift this world a savior," she murmured, her voice sending shivers down his spine. Before he could react, she pulled him into a kiss, her lips soft and insistent. As they kissed, the moonlight revealed the faint outline of wings behind her, casting ethereal shadows on the ground.

                   Eighteen years later, in the heart of New York City, the moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the rain-soaked streets of The City That Never Sleeps. My father once told me that no matter how far you run, there are some demons you just can't escape. He was right. I was only five when I saw my first demon, and I've been running ever since. But I can't outrun myself no matter how fast or far I go.

                    A young woman dashed through a narrow alleyway, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she glanced over her shoulder. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the fear that gripped her. She skidded to a halt, her eyes widening in horror as she realized she had reached a dead end. Desperation clawed at her as she turned to face her pursuers. A group of men rounded the corner, their faces twisted into cruel smirks. A few of them clutched beer bottles, their laughter, and catcalls echoing off the brick walls. The leader of the group, a burly man with a sneer plastered across his face, stepped forward. Without warning, he slapped the young woman with such force that she crumpled to the ground. The men roared with laughter, their amusement cut short by a deep, demonic roar that reverberated through the alley.