NOTE – This story is set in modern society where humans and ponies coexist with each other. All ponies and other creatures, such as gryphons, batponies, etc., are put in anthropomorphic form. However, the humans in the story, such as the Ghost Rider, stay in their original form. Also this story is a crossover of MLP and the All-New Ghost Rider series featuring Robbie Reyes. Enjoy as always!

And lastly, I ONLY OWN MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS!

|PROLOGUE|

THE MAN FROM HELL

"I am the punishment of God. And if you not have committed great sin, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you."

- Genghis

It was the pain that came first; then the light. The Earth pony stallion hissed in pain as the brightness pierced his eyeballs like needles. His head throbbed horribly as something wet dripped down his face. A few agonizing moments passed by before he could finally open his eyes. It took another few moments for them to adjust to the light. Why did everything look so wrong?

It then dawned on him that he was hanging upside down, hands tied tightly behind his back and ankles bound to the ceiling. He looked down to the floor, finding that he only hung three feet from the ground. What the Hell? He squinted his eyes, trying to observe his obviously new surroundings.

The light's source was from the headlights of a car parked in front of him, engine still running. From the looks of how the room was set up, it seemed to be some-sort of garage. Chains dangled from the ceiling, each clinking ever so slightly. Tool chests, old tires, boxes, and various car parts were scattered all around the stuffy room. The scent of oil and something coppery hung heavy in the air. The stallion shook his head, instantly regretting it as he grimaced at a new spike of pain. He found that the wetness on his face was actually his blood.

How in the Hell did he get here?

He tried reverting his memories back to the past few hours. He and his friends were out drinking at a local bar. It was a tradition they did every Friday night since their college days. He knew it was probably a bad idea to drive home after having a few drinks but he didn't have the money to haul a cab. So he bid farewell to his friends, got into his car, and drove for home. The stallion searched his mind for more details. He remembered coming to an intersection and then…

His eyes suddenly snapped open, zoning in on the car in front of him. Dread infected his core as cold realization hit him square in the face. He recognized this car.

It was a 1969 Dodge Charger, black as sin and radiating with immense power. This was the same car that rammed into his when he was driving across the intersection. It was the same car that caused his vehicle to flip several times before finally landing on its top. This car was the last thing he saw before blacking out. He remembered this car. But what he remembered most was…

Panic, fear, and desperation was a powerful cocktail of emotions that filled his senses as he began struggling to get free. He had to get out of here. He had to get out of here before he came back! Soon the pain in his head became too much and he gave up trying to free himself, slowing swinging back and forth. He gritted his teeth.

Why was this happening?

He jolted in surprise as metal doors rolled open and someone stepped in. He stared as a man made his way around the car to face him. What the stallion saw almost made his heart stop.

Standing before him was a human man with a flaming skull for a head. He wore tight black leathers, a white rectangular upside-down horseshoe symbol embroidered on his chest. His red eyes bored down on the hanging pony before him. Terror spread throughout the stallion's brain like a virus. It was a sight made in Hell.

He began to hyperventilate as this man – this creature – crouched down in front of him, the two now staring at eye-level. He had no skin on his face whatsoever, just pure flame and bone. Several cracks scarred his flaming skull, one of them in the form of a jagged "V". The stallion was so engrossed by the sight that he wasn't prepared when the man's gloved fist suddenly connected with his face, his nose crushing on impact. He screamed in agony as blood spilled out of his newly ruined nostrils. The man hit him again, this time in the stomach. The stallion gagged, the wind suddenly knocked out of him.

As he struggled for breath, the man stood up and walked to the other side of the room. He opened a rusty, old filing cabinet that sat in a corner and began rummaging through it. A few moments passed by when the stallion was finally able to get air into his lungs.

"Please…" he wheezed, his heart hammering violently, "Please, w-why are you-?"

His words died on his tongue as the man slammed the cabinet shut, finally finding what he was looking for. He put the manila folder between his teeth – which surprisingly didn't catch on fire – and shrugged out of his leather jacket, a white undershirt underneath. The stallion then realized that his head wasn't the only thing that was on fire. His entire body was as well.

Skin, muscle, and blood were replaced with flames and heat. He also found if he looked close enough, he could see the bones that made the human skeleton.

The man then tossed the jacket onto the hood of the car and began looking through the contents of the folder. The stallion found his voice again as the man paced in front of him. "C'mon, man, please! Let me go! I didn't do anything wrong – to you or anypony. I won't tell the police anything about this, I swear! Just let me go and I'll-!"

"You say you did nothing wrong," the man spoke up at last, his voice heavier and darker than his appearance, "I have evidence that says otherwise."

The stallion's brow furrowed. What was this creature talking about? "What are you-?"

"Lily Pad…"

His eyes suddenly widened. If his heart wasn't hammering hard before, it was now. It was as if the stuffiness in the room grew heavier. Lily Pad. It was a name he hadn't heard in years. A name he thought was long forgotten. How did-?

"Still don't know?" the man questioned. "Well, let me refresh your memory." He dropped the open file down onto the floor. The stallion looked down at its contents and his heart stopped for the second time.

There was a photograph of a pretty, young Earth mare. She had a blonde coat, green eyes, and a long, wavy red-violet mane. She was smiling but the smile didn't match her eyes, the image taken a time after innocence was stolen. There was also a newspaper clipping. It was dated ten years in the past and the headline read:

8-YEAR-OLD ASSUALTED IN PERPETRATOR'S HOME

A lump formed in his throat.

"Nine years ago," the man began, "a young filly was out selling candy for a school fundraiser. Her parents had decided she was old enough to go out by herself. Anyway, she came to the last house on her route, expecting to sell the last of her candy, collect the money, and go on her merry way. But that didn't happen, did it?"

He crouched down next to the stallion. The stallion couldn't find his voice this time, the past slowly coming back to haunt him. The creature continued.

"Unbeknownst to her, the stallion living there was drunk and high off drugs. Now here's where it gets interesting. Instead of sending her home and sleeping off the poison in his system, he decides to drag the filly inside and brutally assault her – in his own home." The stallion cried out in pain when the man suddenly grabbed him by his mane, gripping it tight.

"But what got me wasn't the fact that he raped her. It was that because of him, she'd never be able to have children," the man hissed, venom dripping from his every word. "Now if that's not fucking sadistic, I don't know what is."

Sweat dripped down the stallion's brow. He wasn't sure which sight made him more bilious: the picture of the mare he ruined or the creature who was about to ruin him. It was getting harder to breathe. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening.

"Look, man, I did my time!" he screamed, rage suddenly overtaking him despite the situation, "I was arrested. I went to jail. I'M ON THE FUCKING SEX OFFENDERS' LIST! I paid for my crimes. What is the point of all of this? What do you want from me?!"

The man's flames grew brighter as he seized the stallion by the neck, cutting off his oxygen. Silence reigned for a few agonizing moments, the stallion struggling for breath and the man staring menacingly at him.

"The point," he snarled, bits of fire spewing from his mouth, "is that same filly never got over it. She tried, she really did. But you fucking ruined her life. In fact, she killed herself a year after you got out. Her funeral was two months ago."

He tightened his grip. "Also, her dear, sweet mother wanted you to pay all those years ago when you were convicted. She believed you should've gotten the death penalty for what you did to her baby girl. And guess what? I agree with her."

He brought his captive's face closer to his, nose to nose hole. "So I'm going to make you suffer the same way you made Lily Pad suffer."

He then released the stallion, standing up. He then walked over to one of the tool chests and opened it.

"W-what do you m-mean?" the stallion sputtered, wheezing as air was pulled back into his lungs, "What are you g-going to do?!"

It was then that the man pulled out a screw driver and the stallion's eyes grew wide with horror. Memories of what he did to that poor filly came rushing back to him. No, he wouldn't. He wouldn't dare!

The man – the creature - turned to him. "Time to pay for your sins…"

The Earth pony could do nothing as a fate worse than death was brought down upon him. The night continued on as the room was filled with his screams.