Ghost Rider: Hells Journey

Patron Saint

It was warm, the kind of warm that made you feel at home. Like the warmth of an open fire on a cold winters night, or the warmth of a mother's hug.

It was soft, softer than anything imaginable. It was as soft as an angels feathers and as comfortable as a cloud. Chase opened his eyes. He was laying in a bed with completely white sheets and the floor was made of a white marble that he had never seen before. He slowly got out of the bed and made his way to the window in the room. All he could see was white.

Then he remembered his death. Slowly he brought his hand up to his throat half expecting a wound to be there, but was pleasantly surprised to find that he was perfectly okay. He stood in the middle of the luxurious bedroom feeling a little bit uncomfortable. He was wearing a white nightgown but he really wanted his old biker gear.

As soon as he thought of it they appeared on his bed. He smiled and put on the familiar clothing. He could smell the familiar scent of sulfur on the leather jacket. It brought a pang of pain to his heart remembering that Shadow had taken Zarthos from him.

The door to his room opened and a man with white hair and beard walked in. Chase didn't know why but he knew he could trust this person, so he kept his guard down.

(????) So Chase Johnson, I would like to apologize to you. I am so sorry that you had to experience death twice in such terrible ways.

(Chase) I'm sorry but...who are you?

(????) Oh yes where are my manners, you can call me Eliah  but most people call me God.

(Chase) You're God!

(God) I am indeed. But what I am more interested in is the reasons in which you have died in life. The first time if I am correct you were trying to defend that poor girl Lisa from a very perverted soul. This time however you were not fighting for just yourself. No you fought for something much bigger. You fought and died for the balance between heaven and hell.

God snapped his fingers and suddenly the room in which they were in faded away and turned to white. Out of the light a golden throne appeared and a throne room soon followed. Chase watched in awe. When God walked up to the throne he sat down and looked at Chase with a fond smile.

(God) You are a good man, and a better Ghost Rider than any that have passed before you. You have proved not only to me but to my brother Lucifer that you are worthy.

Chase looked at God with a confused expression. He was about to speak when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to see Lucifer on his left side with a smile on his face.

(Lucifer) Yes brother he is indeed the worthy one. To think we have been searching for millennia for him and now he's here.

(Chase) I'm sorry what's going on?

(Lucifer) We need a warrior who is worthy of possessing the true power of the Ghost Rider. Zarthos was a test. He was never truly alive. That boy Shadow took a dummy, the power within our little test has long died and is no longer of use to Blackheart or his spawn.

(Chase) I'm still confused.

(God) All will soon be revealed my child. But there is a perilous task ahead of you.

Chase looked a little uncertain but nodded showing that he was willing to do what was asked of him. God stood up from his throne and approached Chase. He placed a hand on his shoulder and the throne room disappeared and he found himself at the bottom of a mountain. He looked to God with a feeling on unease.

(God) Reach the mountains peek and your true destiny will be revealed to you.

(Chase) But what if I fail?

(God) You will not fail, for I have full faith in you. Now make the climb.

God faded away and Chase looked up to see the size of the mountain. The mountain was that tall that he couldn't even see the top. He thought of what God and Lucifer had said. He needed to do this. He needed to get back to Earth and kick some demon ass. But first...he needed to make the climb.