The Son of Ghost Rider

Prayer

Dylan Blaze P.O.V
I stood in the middle of a street in my rider form arrows in my chest and my skull is cracked, my left arm completely torn off my body laying off to the side. I look at the wound and see what looks like lava dripping from it. I look in front of me and there stands an army of demons, and right behind them...Satan himself in his full form. He is 10 feet tall with wings and cloved feet, and his horns were massive like that of a bull and he wore a wicked grin on his face showing his razor sharp teeth.
I faced what felt like my demise and I couldnt help but think of how I got here.

Earlier that day

Dylan Blaze P.O.V
I paced up and down in front of Doctor Strange and Lady Death in her chamber room. They were both sitting on the bed watching me pace.

Lady Death: Dylan I understand the situation is grave but I think your plan is foolish

Doctor Strange: I agree with Lady Death this plan won't work.

Dylan stopped his pacing

Dylan: I have to beat him and I believe my plan will work.

Lady Death: But -

Dylan: ENOUGH! I have made up ny mind...I am going to die and speak with the angels.

Doctor Strange: There are hundreds of other ways for us to contact the angels Dylan, if you give me time I can summon one to speak with us.

Dylan: Wait...what?

Both Lady Death and Dylan stare at him with confused looks.

Dylan: You couldn't have mentioned this before?

Doctor Strange: Well you wouldn't listen earlier and would you have believed me?

Lady Death: Well stop talking about it and just do it.

Doctor Strange: Fine but it will take some time and quite a lot of concentration. So no disturbances.

Lady Death: No need to worry about me Strange, I have matters to attend to in France and Ireland.

We nod to her and she stands up getting ready to leave then she turns and gives me a kiss and then disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
Doctor Strange smiled at me and winked.

Doctor Strange: So you and Lady Death?

Dylan: Oh shut it and do your hocus pocus bull shit will yah.

After four hours of listening to Strange chant some mystical crap I could feel the rider stirring.

Dylan: Your worried about something aren't you.

Rider: Well yes....Dylan I need to confess something to you.

Dylan: What is it buddy?

Rider: Umm - I - uh - well you see when you -

Before the rider could finish his sentence a column of light appeared in the middle of the room.

Both strange and myself threw our hands over our eyes to protect them from the blinding light.

?????: I have arrived at your summons, sorcerer supreme. What matters do you wish to bring to the attention of the angels?

Both Strange and I lower our hands and stare as the light faded away, and in the middle of the room stood an angel.

Her hair was a golden blonde that fell to her waist, her skin was completely perfect and free of all flaws, and she wore long white robes with a golden trim.

She walked towards Strange who bowed to her. She smiled and walked past him.

Angel: I sense that it isn't you sorcerer who needs the help of the heavenly father.