Bourbon56
The Day the Demons Danced. A day that shook the very fabric of Existence, with Angels, Demons, Sinners, Heaven and Hell, all turning their heads to see who killed the self-proclaimed "Demon King" and the Undead Joseph Crackstone.
The Answer?
The Ghost Rider and Wednesday Addams...
With the deaths of Mephistopheles and Crackstone, along with Laurel Gates and Tyler Galpin, everyone assumed that with within a year, everything would calm down. The chaos would cool and the unrest would grow smaller and smaller, like most "normal" problems. However, there was just one issue.
Nothing at Nevemore, was normal...
Despite running a successful Ranch in his home state of Texas with his Adopted father and "Apprentice", who went by the name of Robbie Reyes, in the daytime, along with hunting Sinners and Demons at night, Blaze...was still haunted. Haunted by what he saw, and the trauma he faced. A Trauma...that left him, colder. Darker. Angrier. More blunt. And what was worse? THEY came along.
Those damn dreams.
They started off as just that. Dreams. Meaningless scenarios that occurred when he closed his eyes. But soon enough, their innocence soon turned sour. And their darker natures showed themselves. They became more realistic, more vivid. And what was worse? Every time he had one of these "Nightmares", he looked Death in the eye. And when he woke up...Death soon followed...
With Blaze growing sicker by the day thanks to the last soul fragment of the Cosmic evil he defeated, growing and living inside of him, Blaze must balance his soul...and his duties. And when two new threats reveal themselves, Blaze must learn to face his trauma, or suffer the consequences to his very soul...and to the very Universe upon which he walks. Even with Wednesday Addams by his side, there would always be one phrase that would haunt him through this crusade. A phrase that REEKED of evil.
"Let there be Carnage..."
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AS ALWAYS I DON'T OWN ANYTHING. NOT WEDNESDAY NOT GHOST RIDER, NOTHING.