Author's Note: This takes place before the movie, explaining how Blackheart escaped from Hell. I haven't read the comics, so this is just MY VERSION. Please no offense to the hardcore fans out there. J
Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost Rider, or its characters and am making no profit off of this story. It is merely for my own amusement as well as that of others.
Prologue
Blackheart leapt from rock to rock in the pits of Hell. His blue skin glistened from the exertion and the fires which surrounded him. Lava spewed up and rained down, filling the pools and stirring the heat.
Crouching down, Blackheart's claws dug into the stone he had just landed upon. Below him by several hundred feet, he could see Mephistopheles. How he hated his father and his ways.
"Son," said the elder demon, as he turned around slow, his eyes gradually making their way up the rock.
Without hesitation, Blackheart jumped down and landed hard on all fours right before Mephistopheles. He gazed up at the demon god, his body straightening until he was taller than the one who had created him. "Father," he said with his many sharp teeth glaring in distaste of the word.
"I can only assume," began Mephistopheles, "that you have come about the contract of San Venganza."
Blackheart growled, his deep throated roar echoing with the evil that resided within him. "I know that you are searching for it," he said.
Mephistopheles nodded and began to walk around his son. "If you are coming to volunteer, I will not accept."
Blackheart's eyes seemed to grow darker, but he made no other indications of being angry. "Like I would ask for your permission!" he scoffed. "I have found my own way out of this Hell you call home and will make a new one that will eliminate you and the innocent." He sneered. "Your time is almost up, old man."
Mephistopheles shook his head and stopped before Blackheart. "You do realize the measures I would be willing to take should you escape. That contract is mine."
"We will see," answered Blackheart smugly, before he vanished from sight.