Demons Worth Fighting For (a Ghost Rider x Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss crossover)

Chapter 18: It All Starts

Within a dark room, the Triple 6 Legion were chaining someone to a wall. Some tough looking male that seems to go to a high school. It was Jake Marks. The very delinquent that tried to hurt CJ back in Fontana High, and was sent to prison for attempted assault. Presently, he was unconscious, but was starting to regain his vision. He saw three black hooded people in front of him, and when he tried to move, he found that he was chained like a prisoner. This made him furious.

Jake: Hey!! What the fuck am I doing here?! Get me OUTTA this!!!

His struggling around only made the three members of the Triple 6 Legion laugh. They suddenly stopped, as they heard their leader approaching from behind. Layla was walking up to Jake, with her hood covering her eyes. She smiled.

Layla: Jake Marks. You may call me Mistress for now. I am glad to see you're awake. I trust you are comfortable here?

Jake, of course, was really pissed off to be comfortable in his position.

Jake: *scoff* Comfortable? Why would I be comfortable, when I was at that fucking prison a few moments ago?!

Layla: Awww. You poor, pathetic thing. I just had to free you from your stony jail cell. It must be hard to have been arrested for something you weren't guilty of. And it's all Charlie Johnson's fault, isn't it?

At the mention of CJ, Jake clenched his fists tighter. He hated him, more than anything in the world. He wanted to get some payback so much, and Layla could see it in Jake's eyes.

Jake: Of course it is!! That Johnson has been a damn pain in my ass for too long!! He got me kicked off the football team, and sent me to the shitty pokey! I want to see him suffer, as I have suffered!

Layla's dark grin grew wider of this, and she intends to keep his hatred burning hotter. Her right hand glowed a purple aura, and she touched Jake's forehead with her index finger.

Layla: Then, if you hate him so much, let me show you what you're really up against!

Jake showed an expression of shock, as he saw visions of recent events, regarding CJ as the Ghost Rider. Layla showed him everything, from the time when he shot her left hand with a Hell rifle, when he confronted her at the Ontario Mills parking lot, the street race, and their last fight. When it was over, Jake was so surprised to see all this, but he now has a good reason to hate CJ.

Jake: I can't believe this! Why didn't I see this before?! That Johnson is a flame-headed freak, and he's been fucking hiding his true self under human skin all this time! I don't have just one enemy! I have two of 'em, all in one!

Layla: Well... then, I guess this means you'll join us? We all have a putrid hate towards Johnson, his friends, family, and anyone he considers an ally. I will give you greater power, Jake Marks, if you're game.

Thinking for a moment, Jake's frown turned upside down, as he showed great interest of her proposal.

Jake: Deal.

Layla: Excellent!

As soon as she snapped her fingers, two of her minions presented a pumpkin, and a big scythe. Confused by this, Jake then noticed the one with the scythe getting it ready to cut his neck.

Jake: Hey, hey! What're you doing?!!!

That is when he screamed, and blood splattered on the ground, and Layla's cackle was heard all around. Both Maste Morningstar and Odessa Goetia witnessed Jake's beheading, as Maste was amused of this, but Odessa only turned her head away in disgust.