The Ghost Rider and the Demonic Angel

by blackfire93

What if Mephistopheles had another child before Danny? What if that child was a girl and the reason that he couldn't take over my body and had to try again was because of who my mother was? My mother was an angel sent to protect humans and fell in love with the Ghost Rider without knowing who he was. A deal was struck and here I am. Forced to wonder life always fighting myself.

1. Chapter 1

I almost threw up as I was forced to watch the vile acts of the Satanic Cult that had kidnapped me. I can still smell the burning flesh and hear the

tortured screams. And sometimes when I finally sleep I can see their faces, I can feel their presence just lingering in the back of my head. Their

voice's calling out for help, but I can't move. Then I wake up and once again I have to walk in this horrible prison stuck between the light and the

dark. Evil and yet filled with purity. I am Sapphire Mystique Venom Black. I am the first child of Mephistopheles, a demon, the demon. Unlike this newest

child, I am not half demon half human, oh don't get me wrong I'm not full demon but my other half is not human.

My mother was an angel sent to protect the humans of Earth from the devil and his minions however she fell in love with a mortal and the devil

found out about it. The human man she loved was The Ghost Rider, one of the devil's minions. She didn't know this but when she found out she

begged the devil to let him go, the devil said he would but only if he got something in return. And well here I am, half demon half angel, all rage and

bad temper, all love and happiness. Unlike the Rider I don't change with the rising and setting of the sun, I have really no control over it, one

moment I can be standing in the middle of a park just enjoy life and the next I could be taking the life of a rapist. When I heard that the devil was

after a boy, I learned about the boy's origins and realized that we would be family and he is the only family I would have. My mother died after

giving birth to me, the man she loved had been killed and I do NOT count the demon that sired me. So I rode out in search of the boy, I found him

and his mother along with this century's Ghost Rider. This Rider was different then the last one I met oh easily 156 years ago, this one seemed to

have control over both his light and his dark side. And from there on out my life actually took on meaning and I had someone to live for and

something to fight for. Let me start this all from the moment I rode up on my custom made bike that I called Adara, that's Hebrew for fire, just in

case you were wondering. Oh. If you're reading this then pray I don't find you!