The Flaming Spirit

Chapter 45: Episode Ø

Hey there my name is Y/N Adachi it used to be Blaze but I haven't been called that in a very long time. You see I am not a normal person I'm not even human I am what is known in the spiritual world as a Ghost Rider or a spirit of vengeance. Even then I'm not an ordinary spirit of vengeance the spirit I host is called Zarathos. He wasn't originally a spirit of vengeance he was originally a spirit of justice an angel of God. But after being dragged to hell and corrupted he became a spirit of vengeance.

How did I become host to a spirit like that well you see I was the idiot who sold his soul to a devil. My life was normal if you could call it that my birth mother Roxanne Blaze was a famous reporter and my father Johnathan "Johnny" Blaze was a famous stuntman. Both my parents and I traveled around the world until my mother got sick and died of heart cancer. My mother's death hurt my father both emotionally and mentally while also hurting him financially.

It's to expensive to live and it's to expensive to die. My father hadn't been doing stunts since my mother's death and we couldn't live off of his world records. We needed to eat and live while also paying off doctor bills and funeral expenses. So to make sure that all of those things would be taken care of my father decided to one more stunt to make sure we were set for life. Sadly that would be his last stunt he would ever do.

My father's bike gave out after he jumped though a ring of fire and jumped over four Apache helicopters and an entire football field. He was going to set a record until the bike crashed down on the other ramp and exploded killing him instantly. The only thing I received after his death was his old leather jacket that didn't fit me and another funeral. After his funeral I was sent to Japan instead of foster care.

The reason why was that I was going to live with family friends of my father and mother. They were the Adachi family Hiroki and Ena Adachi with their daughter Keiko. They took me and raised me as their own they even adopted me and I took their last name. Things were looking good for me until they day my adoptive mother Ena got into a car accident and died. My sister Keiko staid home with both my adoptive father Hiroki and I more.

Hiroki began to smoke, he smoked at least a pack a day. I could tell he was depressed I had seen it with my father Johnny. Soon Hiroki was diagnosed with cancer. I found out after finding the doctor's report in the trash. It was stage four lung cancer and he didn't have long to live and he wasn't going to tell us.

To keep my mind off of things I went to the shop Hiroki owned. He had taught me everything there was to know about cars and bikes here. I began to work on the bike Hiroki had he called it "Grace". Well I was fixing Grace when he showed up it got real cold so cold I could see my breath. It was raining real bad when I heard his voice "you look down in the dumps kid".

I turned and faced the man I would soon come to hate with every fiber of my being. He had said that he liked my father Hiroki's work and mine as well the man said that he was Hiroki's and my "biggest fan". I could tell there was something off about it him it was evil and I didn't do a thing about it. I was going to tell him to leave but he brought up my father's cancer. I had asked him how he knew that the man said even a blind man could see it.

The man said there was a way to help my father to cure his cancer. I said that it was impossible but the man said that with all of his flaws that doing the impossible was his specialty. The man said that he could and would make my father as "healthy as a horse". I of course wanted to know what he wanted in return I offered anything to help my father I wasn't going to lose another parent.

The man looked around like he was going to pick something to have. Then he said it "I'll take your soul". Those words would haunt me for the rest of my life. At the time I didn't take it serious I wasn't super religious I would pray every now and then it wasn't like my prayers were answered. So I said yes to selling him my soul. The man pulled out an old contract I tried to read it but it was in a language I couldn't understand. When I got to the bottom I cut my finger and blood fell on the signature spot.