Lincoln Loud sat solemnly in front of his house, now having nowhere to go after being thrown out by his own family, because of his 'bad luck'. All he would see of his family was when they would be going to and from ball games, diners, and all kinds of fun family events without even batting an eye at him as they came and went. So eventually, after waiting for them to return from a baseball game for over half an hour, he decided it was time to speak up and stop this madness. Seeing his family drive up to the garage and go inside the house, he seized the opportunity and quickly walked up to the front door before they closed it, every Loud quickly turning around at the sound of extra steps to see a frustrated Lincoln standing outside.

"Um, what the heck are you doing so close to the house, Lincoln? I literally JUST did my nails, and your bad luck will probably make all the paint chip off." Lori said casually, as if forcing her brother to live out on the street was a normal thing.

"Yeah bro, I mean, I'm sorry, but you really shouldn't be in here, something bad could happen. Someone could get hurt!" Luna stated, showing more sympathy for her younger sibling.

"Lincoln Loud, what did we talk about? Do you want the roof to collapse on our heads or something? I'm sorry, Lincoln, but I'm afraid you'll have to go back outside. It's only for the best, son." Lynn Sr. said.

"Come on, would you guys stop with this bad luck stuff. I'm not bad luck! I already told you guys, I only pretended to be bad luck so I could have a little privacy! Don't you understand?" Lincoln told his family, nearly screaming from the ridiculousness of the whole ordeal.

"Oh yeah? Then why did I win 3 ball games in a row, and found 20 bucks on the floor today, all without you there? Leni even got a B+ on her history test today. A freaking B+! And all coincidentally while you weren't there. Face it, Lincoln, you're bad luck, and nothing that will change our minds on that. Not after all the things that have happened this week So just leave already. " Lynn Jr retorted back, frustrated that her "unlucky" brother was trying to ruin their good time.

"I will not leave, Lynn, this is my house, too! I'm not going to live outside in the freezing cold all because of your stupid superstitions!" Lincoln told his sister.

"MY superstitions? Lincoln, the whole family thinks you're bad luck, I just helped open their eyes! So don't go pointing your unlucky finger at me. Besides, it's not my fault you're bad luck. That's your problem. So just suck it up and go. Or do you want me to throw you out myself?" Lynn Jr stated coldly, eager to finally take care of her pest of a brother.

"Throw me out? Lynn, what the hell is wrong with you! What is wrong with all of you! Don't you care about me? Don't any of you care about me? Aren't I a part of the family too? It's like I don't even exist for you guys! For some reason, you only pull this kind of SHIT with me, and only me! You'd never do this to Lori, or Leni, or Luna, or anyone else for that matter! What the hell do you have against me! Is it because I'm a boy? Huh? Is it because I can't play sports or be perfect like my amazing little 'princess' sisters? Just tell me already!" Lincoln yelled, shocking his family with his outburst.

"Lincoln Loud, stop it this instant! You will not speak to this family in that manner." Lynn Sr scolded.

"You mean the family that I'm not a part of, dad? Is that what you mean? The shitty family and sisters that don't give a fuck about me?!" Lincoln yelled back.

But before his father could reply, Lynn Jr walked right up to the distraught and angry boy and punched him in the stomach, causing him to fall over in pain.

"Don't you EVER talk about us that way! GOT IT? EVER! Fucking idiot. Go die in a hole for all I care, you white-haired freak. Now, GET OUT!" Lynn Jr spat violently.

Everyone was shocked at what just happened. The two had gotten into fights before, but never had Lynn insulted or hit him like this before.

"Lynn…" Lori quietly said, shocked at what had just transpired.

"Little bro, are you…" Luna tried to ask, but before she could finish, Lincoln spoke up, clutching his stomach in pain.

"So that's how it is, huh? Fine, I won't come back to this house again. You won't ever have to see me or my unlucky face any more. Goodbye, selfish jerks." And with that, the young boy slowly limped out of the house and closed the door, disappearing from view, leaving his entire family with their jaws agape.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Lynn? Why did you punch him like that? Didn't you see how emotional he was?" Luna yelled at her younger sister, angry that she acted so ruthlessly towards her younger brother.

"Yeah Lynn, poor Linky looked like he was in so much pain after you hit him. He looked like he was gonna cry." Leni sadly stated.

"I mean, I know the little twerp is bad luck and all, but don't you think that was a little bit too much, Lynn?" Lori said to her younger sister.

"Well, I think he deserved it for ruining our fun." Lola suddenly said, earning a glare from the rest of the family.

"Didn't you guys hear the things he was saying about us? I couldn't let him keep spouting that crap!" Lynn Jr defensively answered.

"Lynn, watch your language!" Rita finally spoke up, almost too shocked to speak after what had just happened.

"Whatever, if you guys wanna be jinxed, then fine by me. I'm going upstairs to my room." Lynn Jr then marched up the stairs, angrily muttering some things to herself every step of the way.

Walking out the door, Luna and Lucy tried to see if their brother was still there, and saw that he was crying under a tree some distance away across the street, looking more solemn and depressed than they'd ever seen him before. It pained Luna to see her normally happy younger brother look so sad and angry, and she wanted to go over and talk to him, but upon seeing her, he quickly sent her a glare that made it clear he was in no mood to talk. Seeing this, she and Luna went back inside. The rest of the family also saw this through the window, and decided that it was best not to go out to him. Partly because they were slightly afraid to go up to him, not used to seeing their son and brother this way, and also because they were actually still afraid of being affected by his 'bad luck'.

Later that night, the Loud family had eventually gone to sleep and the young white-haired boy was finally able to stop crying and somewhat relax.

"Maybe now I can finally get a little sleep." He said with a sigh. He wanted to go to his home and sleep in the comfort of his own room, especially on a creepily dark and windy night like this, but knew that if he tried he would just get kicked out again, or beat up by his sisters. Unable to find his pillow and blanket, the young boy silently cursed himself, wondering if he really was bad luck. Seeing no other options, he decided to just sleep on the floor with nothing to cover him. Falling asleep, a couple hours later he awoke when he suddenly heard a noise some distance away from him. Quickly sitting up, he decided to call out into the darkness.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Lincoln barely spoke, almost freezing from fear. He really hoped it was just one of Luan's prank, or heck, even Lynn just coming to beat him up some more.

Suddenly, he saw a large man with a clown mask on walking towards him with a knife and rope. Lincoln nearly wet himself at the sight of this. He tried to run, but couldn't get his legs to move, fear instantly paralyzing them. The man quickly walked up to him and grabbed him by his shirt, stabbing him with his knife to prevent him from screaming, ripping his shirt in the process. Lincoln immediately gasped in pain, the cold knife twisting and cutting his insides. Seeing his chance, the man grabbed the young boy and dragged him to his car, putting him in his trunk. He tried to beg the man to stop through clenched teeth.

"P-please, s-sir, why are you d-doing this? I didn't do a-anything wrong. If you let me go, I-I promise, I won't tell anyone about this. Just please, let me go, please, please, I just want to be with my family, I beg…." He immediately stopped talking and quickly paled when he saw the man quietly and calmly pull out an even larger knife, someone's blood already staining it. Satisfied at his reaction, the man shoved the terrified child into his trunk, and quickly sped away, leaving the rest of the Loud family to sleep in blissful peace, unaware of the torture their son will soon endure.


After driving for an hour, the man eventually pulled up to his cabin in the forest, stopped the car, and popped his trunk, carelessly pulling out the small boy and dragging him by his leg.

"P-please, w-what are you going to do to me?" Lincoln quietly begged, tears running down his cheeks.

Suddenly, the man stopped, and dropped him, slowly turning around and taking out a knife and various other tools.

Upon seeing this, all Lincoln could do was cry.

"No... no, please,. I beg of you, d-don't hurt me. Please. Just please, don't hurt me! I don't want to die, please, I don't wanna die!" But the man paid no mind to his pleadings. Pulling out a roll of duct tape, he taped the young boy's mouth in preparation for the screams he will soon utter. Taking his knife, he went to work, slowly torturing the young boy in grisly ways, the boy only being able to utter muffled yells from the pain caused by the man's various weapons.

Please,... make the pain stop, I can't take it anymore. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. Just please make the pain stop! Mom, dad, God, anyone, I'll do anything... anything, just help me, please, I don't wanna die, please … He thought, wishing this horrifying nightmare would end.

After numerous more stabbings and beatings, Lincoln's body was unable to take any more, and he eventually passed away. The man then grabbed the boy's bloody, dismembered corpse by his legs and dragged it to a deep grave he had dug, dumping it in and slowly filling it in with dirt and cement, then finishing it off with a couple heavy boulders to make sure nobody would see the patch of newly layed cement.


Luna awoke at around 3 am to go check on her little brother and see if he was okay. Walking down the stairs and opening the door, she quietly called out his name, hoping for him to answer. Nothing. Not even a groan. Looking around for him, she quickly became worried that he had run away. She looked around the yard, hoping to stumble upon his sleeping form, and thought she saw a flash of orange and red. Relief washed over her. Approaching her "brother", she realized that it wasn't her brother at all. But rather, his shirt.

What's his shirt doing laying here... and with pieces of rope lying next to it? And why is his shirt all ripped, and... red… Realizing that the shirt was ripped and bloody, sudden horror dawned up the teenage girl.

"MOM!"


"NoO! Lincoln, my little Lincoln!" Was all the mother of the Louds could say. She just repeated it like a mantra, standing frozen over the pool of blood on the ground Lynn Sr looked too shocked to even say anything. The rest of the family could only stare at what was essentially the murder scene of their brother. Lynn Jr was the only one not outside, having heard what was going on as it was directly below her window, she could only stare at her bedroom wall, afraid to even move, from both shock, and guilt.

"It was my fault… Lincoln's death, was all my fault…" Was all she could say before tears began running out of her eyes.

Eventually, the police came and concluded that their child has likely been kidnapped, and, given the struggle and amount of blood, likely murdered, as the family had thought, and gave their condolences to the family before ordering everyone to go back inside while they begin their investigation.


As soon as he had died, Lincoln immediately awoke in an unusual, empty void.

"Wha... what is this place?" Lincoln wondered to himself.

"Wait... I... I died, I was murdered, so, how can I be alive?" Suddenly, he heard a loud, booming voice from all directions.

"You are not." The mysterious voice answered.

"I'm not? Wait... wh-who's there?" The young boy asked, quickly becoming afraid.

"A friend, boy. A friend here to offer some help... that is, if you are willing to accept it." The disembodied voice replied.

Lincoln could only look on warily.

"No need to worry, I mean you no harm. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it already. Now, to get on with the conversation, I understand you went through quite a deadly ordeal recently, and I recall you saying before expiring that you would do absolutely anything not to die, is that correct?" The voice spoke, quickly getting down to business.

Reliving the memories of what had just happened moments ago, Lincoln was unable to speak for a few moments, fear seeping back into his mind, before quickly clearing his head and answering the question.

"Yeah, it... it is." The boy answered solemnly.

"Then, answer me mortal, would you sell your soul to grant that wish?" The voice inquired.

This surprised Lincoln, and caught him off guard.

"My soul? Why do you want my soul?" Lincoln asked.

"My reasons for it are irrelevant to the question. I simply ask you, would you sell your soul to to return to the living?" The voice once again asked.

Lincoln looked around, and considered his options. If he kept his soul, he would just float around for all eternity in this void,, but if he sold it, whatever that means, at least he would get to go back to his life. Probably not back to his home, but at the very least he would be alive.

"I-I guess I would." Lincoln answered.

"Very good, child." The voice spoke. Then continued on.

"Now, to get down to the nitty gritty details of the deal, I would like to state that this is no ordinary soul deal. I barely even get anything out of it. Rather, this is more an act of personal business. Once the deal is complete, I will bond you to an extremely powerful and malevolent entity, an entity, as much as I hate to admit, far more powerful than me, that has agreed to be joined to you mortals to exact vengeance and consume guilty souls. This entity itself is a bond between a demon named Zarathos, and an entity called a Spirit Of Vengeance. Both entities are far, far, beyond death and your pathetic mortal world. Once you are possessed by it, you will acquire a thirst for vengeance and blood, and you will seek out and destroy sinners. My part of the deal, however, ensures that I get one of every five souls you destroy." The being stated.

"Okay...well, what do these 'entities' look like?" Lincoln asked the voice.

"Why tell you, when I can show you..." The being answered.

Immediately, out of the void, a giant image of a massive, hellish-looking skeleton on fire with demonic red, glowing eyes and a rusty, burning chain wrapped around it's chest appeared. Just looking at it scared Lincoln out of his wits.

"Holy…" Lincoln muttered to himself.

"Hah, anything but that, mortal." The being laughed, before continuing.

"Now then, child, do you agree to this deal brought to you by the great Mephistopheles?" He asks.

"I... yes, I agree." Lincoln sternly answered, wary, but confident in his decision.

"Well then, it's a deal." The being, Mephistopheles, declared

Suddenly Lincoln felt the entire void he was floating in begin shaking and cracking, morphing into a hellish looking place. Lincoln then felt a great presence of evil behind him. Turning around, he saw the massive skeleton from before, glaring down at him from his great height. Only this time, it wasn't just an image. It was real. Then, as fast as lightning, the being flew right into his body, and Lincoln felt like his soul was being ripped apart, and then somehow put together, but with something added onto it. And as fast as it started, everything quickly stopped and calmed down. Feeling the power in his body, Lincoln realized that it's already been done. He has been bonded with that demonic being. Snapping out of his senses, he heard the voice speak again.

"Congratulations, Lincoln Loud, you are now officially my Rider. Now, let the transformation begin!"

Then, with what felt like an agreement between the voice and the entity inside his body, everything started changing around him, and he began burning up. The pain was unbearable, he felt like his entire body was on fire, and looking down, he saw his skin slowly begin to melt off. Instantly, with what felt like a push from the spirit inside him, he was thrown back into his own world again, noticing dirt and wounds all over his body. He could feel that his face was all bloody and had multiple stab wounds all over it and the rest of his body as well, and his arms were missing, obviously cut off by his psychopathic killer. But none of that mattered to the malevolent spirit inside him, as from the short, bloody stubs where his arms once were, sprouted two large, fiery, skeletal arms. All his skin and muscle began burning off as well, and his entire body grew to a much larger size.

As this was happening, Lincoln began feeling different mentally; he was no longer afraid, and he didn't feel the burning or pain anymore. He started seeing memories of things he himself never saw. Things like angels, demons, sorcerers, different worlds, dimensions, and countless other things. He began laughing sadistically, the fires bringing him joy. He kept hearing the words "punishment", "vengeance" and "sinner" over and over again in his mind. He felt like he was becoming someone else. And in the last few seconds, just before fully transforming into the other guy, he instantly realized that he was. He wasn't just physically becoming a demon, he was mentally and spiritually becoming one too.

All the while, outside his grave, a great storm began brewing. The ground shook, lightning struck all around, thunder boomed, and the wind whipped at high speeds, making it appear as if Armageddon was occurring, the earthly realm nearly unable to bear the energy of such a powerful being entering it. And in a giant explosion that blew off all of the boulders, dirt and concrete as if it was a bunch of powder and pebbles, 11-year old Lincoln Loud was no more. In his place, standing in his grave, was an ancient, immortal entity straight from the depths of hell, preparing to drag it's prey to it's realm for eternal torture.

And so for the first time in years, the Ghost Rider walks the mortal world again, punishment soon to befall all the guilty souls unfortunate enough to meet it.


The murderer was just about to leave the scene of the murder, when a huge storm started to occur. The man quickly went from calm to anxious, nervously attempting to flee as fast as possible before the freak storm claimed his own life. But before he even had time to get into his car, he heard a huge explosion from the area where he had buried the boy. Looking towards that direction, he saw a massive, fiery, skeleton with red eyes glowing out of the mist, lightning illuminating it's hellish, flaming skull, standing right where the grave of the white-haired child was. The eyes behind the clown mask widened from both fear, and surprise, as he realized that the boy that he killed WAS that creature, and immediately regretted choosing to kill that kid of all people. He couldn't think for long, though, as it then quickly approached him and wrapped an impossibly strong, vice-like grip around his throat and lifted him clean off the ground. He tried to hit the monster with a hammer he had used in his torture of the boy, and stabbed him with a knife multiple times as well, but the creature gave no care to all the man's attempts to get it to let go.

Realizing what the creature was planning to do, the man finally spoke, great fear clear in his voice. "P-please, d-don't kill me,... have mercy, please!"

The creature looked down at the man and observed a urine stain forming on his pants, as well as the smell of defecation. The demon merely laughed at this, enjoying the irony of the whole situation. The man only had a second to think before the creature suddenly stopped laughing and focused on him with it's soul-piercing, red eyes and let out a terrible roar, grabbing the man tighter and engulfing him in hellfire. As the man burned and screamed, the Spirit Of Vengeance satisfiedly felt the man's soul being dragged through dimensions towards it's hellish realm, doomed to be endlessly tortured in ways unimaginable by human minds. His final, haunting screams of suffering resonated through the forest, sending chills throughout all those who heard it...