Ghost Rider: Hells Journey

The Devil's in the Contract

To all beings on earth life was normal. Everything seemed to be at peace. But little did they know that there was a war brewing, one that would destroy the balance between Heaven and Hell.

God paced his expansive throne room in deep thought. His hands behind his back, he walked back and forth with a steady pace. Two angels graced his presence, yet stayed silent.

God stopped his walking and stood in the center of the throne room his hand stroking his long, white beard in contemplation. One of the angels spoke to their creator.

"My lord. Should we trust him?" asked the angel quietly.

God smiled at him in a comforting way, "Yes Zedekiah I do. We have kept balance in the world. He is my brother after all."

Zedekiah nodded and stayed silent. Moments later the door to the throne room opens and a man in a black three piece suit walks in. His black hair was slicked back and his black beard was styled to perfection.

"Brother tis good to see you, even if the circumstances are not ideal," said the stranger with open arms and a smile.

"It is good to see you to Lucifer, it has been many centuries since we last spoke," said God as he hugged the man.

They broke apart with saddened smiles. God walked up to his throne and sat down. Lucifer clicked his fingers and a black throne with a skull design appeared in the center of the throne room.

"Brother I fear that Blackheart is attempting to take Hell away from my power. He has turned many demons rouge and now...now I fear they shall ruin your creation. Earth is in danger," said Lucifer with a sad grimace as he sat down on his throne.

"I know my dear brother, that is why I believe it is time for you to release Zarthos. Create a new Ghost Rider and have him as our champion. But no contract this time," said God with a serious expression.

"Interesting, but how will we determine the new Ghost Rider?" asked Lucifer with great intrigue.

"We will measure the purity of their soul, should they be worthy they shall be bestowed the full power of Zarthos. Do you agree?" asked God. Lucifer simply nodded.

God smiled once more, "Summon Zarthos please."

Lucifer nodded and clicked his fingers. A flash of flame and a skeletal figure that was on fire stood in front of them.

The figure chose to kneel before God and Satan, "You summoned me."

"Zarthos, travel to earth. Find the right host for your power as they will be our champion in the war against Blackheart. You will know the right host," said Lucifer grimly. Zarthos nodded and in a flash of fire disappeared from sight.

"Now we wait," said God sadly.

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Meanwhile on earth a young man was about to have his life changed for all eternity. Chase Johnson, a sixteen year old kid with a good heart and a knack for getting himself in way over his head. He is a tall, lean, yet muscular boy with a mop of black hair. He dresses in Biker clothing and is always riding around on his motor bike, a Harley Davidson.

This is where our story truly begins. Chase is sitting in class attempting to pay attention to his teacher. In all honesty he couldn't care less about what she had to say. Not that he was being rude or anything, it was just that he really didn't like Mr Smith.

 Mr Smith is a middle aged man that has a creepy aura around him, once or twice Chase has seen him attempt to grope at some of the female students, but when he notices someone watching he pretends like he was just going to talk to them about an assignment or something. Chase was beyond pissed off at him.