Tales from Avenging 10

by CaptainRex75

So many Heroes in one Universe. Too many to fit on one story. A series of One Shots involving Ben 10 as he teams up with different Character of the Marvel Universe to fight the forces or evil. (Co-Written by bcarandang1)

7. Ghost Rider 1

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BEN 10 OR MARVEL. IF I DID OWN THEM I WOULD NOT HAVE MADE SO MANY POINTLESS RETCONS.

Hey everyone. I'm back with another chapter. This one a fitting character for this month. So a perfect way to kick off the season of Spooks. Though I am hoping to put out an actual Halloween chapter in time for the holiday. That is if all goes well.

Anyway, enough chatting. On with the show.

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Ghost Rider

Route 66, you may have heard the song or maybe just familiar with the classic road trip movies. This legendary highway has been around for so long, its practically a historic landmark.

Along this scenic highway's long journey, many a traveller will often come across a diner or bar along the side of the road. A place where the occasional cross country road trip or biker gang can take a break and down a drink before hitting the open road once again.

Such a bar can be found on the dusty plains in New Mexico, a few miles outside of Santa Fe. A rustic little tavern, which appears to capture the spirit of the wild west. With patrons drinking, eating or enjoying themselves at one of the card tables or playing a game of pool.

The sound of an engine outside, caught several of the occupant's attention as a pair of headlights, brushed past the windows.

Things where quiet for a few moments as footsteps creaked on the wooden boards and the double swinging doors of the saloon swung open and the bars patrons all turned to look at the new arrivals.

Ben Tennyson, eyed the saloons interior, taking note of all the people staring at him and his companion. While he is wearing his usual attire, his partner well…

Andi Benton, aka Mania, decided to really dress up for this little outing. She had essentially dressed herself in stereotypical cowgirl attire. Straight out of a western movie, complete with a black cowboy hat, black necktie around her throat, along with black boots and her hair tied up in twin braids.

She looked rather proud of her appearance as she tipped her hat to the crowd of eyes that greeted them. "Howdy, yall."

Ben groaned as she tipped her hat in a very cute fashion.

Her action earned a chuckle from many of the customers as many resumed their previous activities.

With the tension broken, the pair made their way to the bar, where they found seats at the counter.

"I can't believe you're wearing that." Ben said, referring to Andi's outfit.

The Symbiote Agent smirked at her partner. "Oh, come on, Ben. I'm just blending in."

"Blending in?" Ben responded with a raised eyebrow. "You look like your about to pose for one of those calendars they sell at rodeos."

"What are you picturin, partner?" Andi asked in a seductive tone. "Me in a bail of hay? Or bending over a tractor?"

Ben could feel his checks growing warm as she implanted those images in his mind.

The Dark Clade Girl giggled as she playfully patted Ben's shoulder. "Lighten up, City Slicker. I'm just having some fun."

Her eyes then turned mischievous as she shifted in her seat to face Ben, pivot her hips and crossed her legs. "Besides. You can't argue that I look good like this."

Ben couldn't help but look her up and down. He'd by lying if he said she didn't pull off that look perfectly. Though, the fact that she purposely had her clothes be so form fitting and highlighted her feminine features perfectly sent up several red flags in Ben's mind.

"Sure, Andi. You look nice." Ben complimented.

Andi giggled as she leaned close to him and hugged his left arm. Her soft body pressing against his arm, causing a little red to brighten up his checks.

But that embarrassment quickly vanished when a sharp pain started shooting up Ben's arm.

"Andi. Andi, time to hit snooze on the snuggling." Ben whispered to her.

The Teen Agent knew what he was talking about and withdrew her hold on him. As she did, Ben took notice of the small spikes that withdrew into her shirts sleeve. He shot the clothing a dirty look. That Symbiote's really starting to get on his nerves. Though it does keep Andi from being overly affectionate with him, so that's one advantage.

"Shame. I'll just have to take my Ben time in small doses." She said playfully.

"Easy, Andi. Remember why we're here." Ben stated sternly.

"Ok fine. But, promise we'll go on a proper date after this?" Andi asked, though her tone and expression showed she was clearly kidding.

Ben rolled his eyes and groaned. He only wished he could hit the snooze button on her flirting.

Thankfully, he was saved from the affection of his friend by the bartender.

"What can I get yall." He asked.

Ben turns his head to the barman. A man in his mid-twenties, with dark hair, cut short and seemed to share Andi's fashion sense as he wore a cowboy style clothes that were all black. Which really made his skin look extremely pale in contrast.

"Just two root beers, please." Ben ordered for the two of them.

This earned a confused look from Andi. "Not gonna order a smoothie?"

"Look around, Andi. You really think this place is gonna have smoothies?" Ben responded incredulously.

"Who knows." She shrugged in response. "Never hurts to ask."

"She's right." The bartender stated, placing the two bottles on the counter for them. "You can get pretty much anything here. For the right price."

On that last sentence, Ben noticed the suggestive tone in the man's voice. Along with this subtle look in his eye. Something most people would miss. But not Ben.

He leaned in over the counter at the bar and watched the bartender as he worked.

"Pretty busy tonight." He commented.

"Yep. Place gets kinda packed on the weekends." The pale man responded. He stacked a few bottles on the shelf and took the T-towel off his shoulder and proceeded to clean one of the shot glasses.

"No kidding." Ben replied as he glanced around the bar at the many patrons. "Wonder how they all got here."

The bartender froze for the briefest of moments before calmly placing the glasses on the bench and faced the Teens. "Beg your pardon?"

"Well, I can't help but notice. But the number of people in this bar, don't really match the number of vehicles in the carpark." Ben stated, his facade starting to fade as he leaned closer.

The Bartender smirked as he leaned closer to Ben, resting his hands on the bench as he leaned closer to be eye level with him.

"Some people like to carpool. Always gotta have someone sober enough to drive, these days." He pointed out in a vague attempt to quell the Teens suspicions.

"Three motorcycles, two pickup trucks and a big rig." Andi chimed in, leaning her back against the counter and tilted her head back to glance at the bartender. "Enough to carry at least 18 people. There are 30 people in this bar, and we are an hour outside the nearest town. What did the rest do? Walk here?"

But, their interrogation was interrupted when a man waltzed up the bar and took the space next to Andi and leered at the Young Woman, with lust filled eyes.

"Hey there little lady. How's bout I buy you a drink and you keep me company the rest of the night?" His mannerisms and breath certainly indicated that he is drunk. But, Ben could see in his eyes, the focus and creepy demeanour his was giving off as he looked Andi from head to toe, like a hungry predator.

The Alien Avenger shifted in his stool, only for Andi to casually reach over and brush his arm with her hand. Calming him down as she kept her eyes on the drunken hillbilly.

The Young Woman gave him a coy smile as she scooted off her seat. "Sorry, cowboy. But I'm afraid this little filly has already been spoken for."

She then stepped closer to Ben and wrapped her arm around his and pulled herself closer. Normally, Ben would find this behaviour annoying from her. But in this situation, he'd tolerate it, so long as it would keep creeps like him from bothering her.

Though it seems that her message fell on deaf ears as the man advanced towards her. "Trust me, Darlin. One night with me and you'll forget all bout him."

As quick as lighting, Ben stood up and planted himself right between Andi and the Cowboy. His expression hard as stone as stood tall.

"The Lady said no. So back off." Ben said in a threatening tone.

The atmosphere of the bar grew silent and eerie. One by one, the other customers got to their feet. Their eyes locked on Ben as the Red Neck in front of his started to chuckle.

"Why don't ya settle down, boy." The Man said, his tone growing aggressive.

"I'm fine where I am." Ben shot back, unflinching.

The Man smirked as he stepped right up to Ben, he is slightly taller than the teen by a few inches. Which forced the Young Hero to look up to keep eye contact.

The country men started moving closer, but Ben kept his eyes locked on the man in front of him, paying no attention to anything else.

"City Folk. Always think yur better than us." The Red Neck spat at Ben as he grabbed his jacket in his fist and pulled the Young Teen off the ground with just one arm.

Ben's toes barely brushing the hardwood floors as he tangled in the man's grip. Despite the display of strength, Ben didn't look intimidated in the slightest. In fact, he smirked a little, which only seemed to enrage the Man further.

"Time we teach you what…" He stopped as a hissing sound filled the silence and steam started to flow from his hand, where he gripped Ben's jacket.

The Man screamed in pain as he released his grip, dropping Ben to the floor, who landed gracefully and proceeded to straighten out the creases. The Red Neck continued to howl in pain as the crowd quickly backed up, putting a fair amount of distance between themselves and their companion and the two strangers.

Ben finished straightening out his jacket as he moved to stand over the Hillbilly. He'd dropped to his knees as he clutched his still smoking hand and he continued to cry from the blistering pain.

But the young hero, showed no concern or sympathy for the Man. Instead, he just smirked in sinister pleasure like a psychopath.

"Oh, sorry about that." He said in mock concern. "I used some new stuff to wash my clothes in. It was recommended by a friend. But he did say that it can have a bad reaction to some things."

He then leaned close, just as the man turned his head up to the Young Hero as Ben gave his most sinister grin yet.

"A little something called. Holy Water."

Upon that realisation, the man's eyes widened in shock. Then, just as quickly, he launched himself at Ben, his injured hand reaching for him, only now the appendage is now blood red, with black talons for fingernails. As he approached Ben, his eyes went black like a void and his open mouth, produced fangs.

However, the man never reached his target as a flash of light, followed by a bang, sent the man flying back and landing on the ground hard. A smoking hole in his forehead as he lay on the ground motionless.

Ben wasn't fazed at all by the event as Andi lowered her pistol. The pair turned their attention to the crowed, all of whom looked stunned, angry and slightly fearful.

That all quickly turned to anger as the entire crowed started to glare at the Teens, their eyes turning black as they started to growl and hiss at them.

Andi grinned at the rowdy bunch as she drew her second pistol and aimed both weapons at the mob.

"Reach for the skies, hombres!" She shouted, in a forced, southern accent. Her clothes then shifted from her cowgirl attire to her Mania form.

"I'd listen to her." Ben warned the crowed. As he reached into his inner jacket pocket. "Cause I think you'd prefer her punishment, than this."

He proceeded to pull out a wooden crucifix and held it out to the vicious mob. Immediately, the group hissed and backed away, as if the mere sight of the holy cross caused them pain. Which it did, for these are no people.

"Very clever." The Barman spoke from behind Ben and Mania, dropping his southern vernacular, drawing their attention. "You managed to figure us out, quite quickly."

The Pale Man started to walk out from behind the bar and around the perimeter of the bar patrons. Ben and Mania kept their respective items aimed at him as he moved, in case he tried anything.

"It wasn't that hard." Ben stated in a cocky tone. "We heard a number of people were disappearing in the area. This bar is the only place for miles."

"And even though the place is listed as abandoned by the state. Here you are. Running the place like normal." Mania added.

The Bartender nodded his head in agreement with his reasoning. But frowned as he tapped his fingers together. "That still doesn't explain one thing." A dark aura surrounded the man as he took a step towards the pair.

Ben raised his cross and Mania pointed both pistols at the ghostly individual. He stopped and gave the pair a calm, yet threatening gaze that sent chills up their spines.

"How did you know we were all demons?" He asked.

On that note, the crowed behind him let out a collecting wail as their bodies seemed to spontaneously combust. Their human forms melted away, leaving behind the horrors underneath. Red skin, black eyes, sharp claws and fangs, a pair of horns on each of their heads, a long tail with an arrow point at the tip and goat like legs with cloven hooves for feet.

These were no aliens or creatures from a magical realm. These were the real deal, demons from the fiery pits of Hell.

Even with the power of the cross, Ben could feel his knees shaking. Even Andi could barely keep her hands from shaking from fear in their presence.

The Man chuckled as he started to walk closer to the pair. Almost ignoring the cross in Ben's hand. "If you think that will keep you safe from me. I'm afraid you're praying to the wrong side." He said in a taunting manner.

"So, I'm guessing you're the head demon here?" Ben asked, not lowering his cross.

"Oh how rude of me." The demon replied. "Allow me to introduce myself. You may call me…"

The winds blew through the windows as the lights started to flicker. An immense pressure gripped both Ben and Mania's hearts, even Mania's symbiote started shaking from the evil aura this being was emitting. The Demons body started to change, unlike his fellow demons, his skin turned black like tar and his hair grew long, flowing down to his lower back and turned into long spikes. His legs turned animalistic, with three clawed toes on each foot. A long tail slithered onto the floor and coiled near the end. His eyes turned blood red, while all other facial features disappeared from his face.

The Demon glared at the two teens with hellfire burning in his eyes.

"… Blackheart." The Demon finished. Even without a mouth, his voice rang out loud and clear.

Mania's body and symbiote shock like crazy in the presence of this Demons true form. Even Ben, wanted to run for the hills at the mere sight of this creature. But, he held his ground as he aimed the cross right at the demon.

Blackheart only chuckled at the attempt as he took another step forward. "Please. That may work on lesser demons. But I am the son of Mephistopheles. A mere crucifix is nothing to me."

Ben's eyes locked with the demon for a few moments. Only for Ben to sigh in defeat and lower the cross. "Yeah. You're right."

"Ben." Mania objected, surprised by Ben's apparent surrender.

"Face it, Andi. We can't beat him." Ben stated in a defeated tone.

If Blackheart had a mouth, he would be smiling with sinister glee. Nothing felt more exhilarating, than a mortal who's accepted the reality and given into despair. He could almost taste the misery of their souls as he….

Wait. What is this? Blackheart was so wrapped up in the moment. He'd been so used to mortals falling into despondency in his presence that he expected the reaction instantly.

But he couldn't sense that from them. Either one. He could sense their fear and unease, but not an ounce of despair. In fact, their souls were radiating the sickening glow of… Hope.

"What is this?" Blackheart demanded, backing away from the teens cautiously.

The Young Avenger raised his eyes to the demon with a smirk on his face. "I said WE couldn't beat you. So that's why we brought HIM."

Before the Demon could ask who, the Teen Hero was referring to. The roar of a motorcycle engine sounded from outside.

Suddenly, the entire atmosphere in the bar changed. The Demons, creatures known for being vial, evil incarnate, who take joy in pain and misery. Quickly turned into frightened children as the sound of that engine grew louder as it got close.

The windows glowed as the headlight of the vehicle glided across the dirty glass. The Demon crowd, backed away in fear, going from surrounding the Teens, to almost joining them, with Ben's crucifix being the only thing keeping them at a comfortable distance.

Only Blackheart held his ground as the headlight's beams shone through the doorway, the rays illuminating the entrance, blinding everyone from being able to see what's outside.

No other sound could be heard, other than the hum of the engine outside. Even the ambient noise of the insects, fell silent in the presence of this mysterious entity.

Moments passed as the tension stretched so thin, a simple sharp exhale would break it.

Eventually, Blackheart made the first move and took a single step towards the door.

"Show…" Was all he could get out, as before his bodyweight could warp the floorboards beneath him.

The ceiling above him, exploded and a flaming chain shot down from the heavens and wrapped itself around the Demon Prince of Hell, binding his arms to his side.

Blackheart was then ripped from the ground and disappeared through the hole in the ceiling. Dragged through the splintered wood before sailing into the night sky, only to come crashing back down to earth, just in front of the bar.

The Demon groaned as he managed to get his legs under him, using his tail to help him balance as he tried to stand up. Only for the chain to glow brighter and tighten, forcing him to drop down to his knees.

Pain surged through the Demons body as he hissed, despite his lack of teeth and lips. Once the pain subsided, Blackheart panted, hunched over, breathing heavily as the sound of footsteps approached.

The light of the motorcycle bathed him in its intense glow as the rider walked in front of its path, casting his shadow over the demon.

Blackheart didn't need to raise his head to know who this mysterious attacker is. The roar of that Motorcycle, the chain, the power. There's only one being on this planet that can fit this particular category.

His panting turned into chuckles as he lifted his head up. To his attacker. "Using mortals to draw me out? Your skills are slipping."

The Mystery Rider yanked the chain pulling Blackheart up, forcing him to fully see his attacker.

Standing before him, is a man. Clad in black leather, bikers gear. With metal spikes on the shoulder pads, along the rim of his boots and gloves. But what truly made this man stand out is his face or lack thereof. No hair, or nose, eyes or even skin, just a bare human skull completely engulfed in yellow and orange flames.

He is the Ghost Rider, the Spirit of Vengeance.

Behind the Rider is his Motorcycle. The overall framework resembles that of a typical Harley motorcycle, only this one had the same demonic makeover as its rider. With spikes protruding from the rims, both wheels blazing with hellfire and the front headlight, resembling the top half of a skull.

"Blackheart, Son of Mephisto." The Rider said in a deep, ominous voice, despite his obvious lack of vocal cords, lips, tongue and anything else that would allow a human being to talk. "Your hands are stained by the blood of the innocent."

Blackheart chuckled as he recalled all those sweet souls he consumed. "Oh yes. And they were all so delicious. I should thank you, for delivering those two to my doorstep. I'll enjoy tearing them apart."

Ghost Rider gripped his chain tighter as a wave of hellfire flowed up the chain causing intense pain to the demon. "Your time on this mortal plain is over. Your sins will be judged, and you will face eternal punishment."

At that point Blackheart threw his head back and laughed. A bellowing cackle that seemed to echo across the land. The air grew colder, and the skies darkened as storm clouds rolled overhead.

"Eternal punishment for you. Is a playground to me." Blackheart shot back. "I grew up in hell. What makes you think going back will be any kind of punishment?"

Ghost Rider tilted his head at just the right angle to make his jaw look like it was smiling. "It took you this long to claw your way out of hell. I can only imagine how disappointed your father will be when I send you back."

Even with only eyes on his featureless face, the expression of fear was clear as day on him. "No… If I'm going back. I'll at least take you all with me!"

A pulse of darkness erupted from Blackhearts body, blowing the chain off him and knocking the Rider off his feet.

The Spirit of Vengeance landed on his back, hard. Though he seemed unharmed as he merely got back to his feet without a hint of grogginess.

Thunder shock the skies as the winds picked up, blowing the flames around his skull like a campfire in the wind. Ghost Rider looked up to the sky, where his empty sockets landed upon Blackheart. The Prince of Hell floated above the Ghost Rider, his eyes burning with pure hatred as his hair tendrils flowed in the wind.

"You wish the smite a demon, Spirit of Vengeance? Then come, show me your divine punishment!" He roared.

The Demon Spawn raised his arms and the storm crackled with red lightning. What followed was not rain, but fire and brimstone that rained from above. Like the apocalypse had finally arrived.

Ghost Rider whipped his chain around and gripped it in both hands. Hellfire engulfed the chain as he got into a fighting stance and started to spin the chain around, making a circle of hellfire next to him as the two beings prepared to clash, launching a battle of biblical proportions.

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Meanwhile inside the bar, the Demons and Heroes quickly got over the Ghost Riders ambush and turned their attention back on each other.

"Looks like the big boss is out of the picture." Ben said in a quippy tone.

"Yep. By the way, did he happen to go over how we perform an exorcism?" Mania asked in a casual tone.

Ben shook his head. "Not really, no. He sorta implied that we can figure it out ourselves."

"Seriously?" Mania exclaimed, her confidence faltering as the demons approached.

"Don't worry. I'm sure we can handle it. I mean how hard can it be?" Ben responded.

As soon as he said that the Demon that Mania had previously shot in the head, stood back up. The smoking hole in his head, quickly healing as he glared at the Symbiote covered girl.

"I'm guessing hard." Mania answered in a snarky tone.

Ben held the cross up, forcing the Demons to backup as he wracked his brain for a plan. They couldn't keep this standoff forever. 30 Demons against two humans with alien abilities and he only had the one cross.

But, even against literal hell spawn. One thing hasn't changed. They are still heroes and heroes don't quit.

"If we can't kill them. Make them wish we can." Ben said with his signature smirk.

Mania glanced at him with a sparkly in her mask's white eyes. "Gloves are off?"

"Completely." Ben concurred.

Manias mask shifted to give him a toothy grin as she aimed her guns and fired several shots in rapid succession. Striking several demons in the head, knocking them back. She then raised her arm and fired a black webline from her wrist through the hole in the ceiling that Blackheart was pulled from and swung through it.

Several demons roared in rage as they leaped through the hole after her. Leaving the remaining demons with Ben.

The Teen Hero quickly activated the Ultimatrix and slammed down the dial. In a flash of light, the Alien Hero transformed.

"FOUR ARMS!" The Red Alien roared, flexing his massive arms. The Crucifix is held in his lower left hand as he charged forward punching a demon across the room with a powerful haymaker.

The demons hissed as they lunged at the Alien Avenger. Four Arms quickly reacted with a double backhand with his two right arms, swatting three away. Four Demons managed to latch onto him, their claws actually digging into his durable red skin, causing the Red Alien to winch in pain.

Four Arms used his free hands to rip three of the demons off him and toss them away. Before grabbing the fourth one and used his lower left fist to punch it in the face.

The Demon was sent flying, only it was screaming in agonising pain as it fell to the floor and rolled on the ground, clutching its face with its claws. Steam emanated from where Four Arms punched it with the crucifix.

The Alien Shapeshifter glanced down at the cross for a second, before several more demons tackled him from behind, clawing and biting viciously at the hulking alien hero.

The Demons ganged up on the Red Alien, displaying inhuman levels of strength as they grabbed each of his arms to restrain him, with a few taking great care with the arm holding the cross.

Four Arms struggled against their grasp, their demonic claws, sinking into his flesh the more he tried to free himself. He looked forward to see one of the demons, jumping onto the pool table, in front of him and rushed towards his face, his claws raised intending to slash his face open.

Acting quickly, Four Arms kicked the edge of the pool table, flipping it up and knocking the demon off balance as he fell to the ground with the table landing right on top of him with a heavy crash. Splintering the floorboards underneath him.

The Alien Teen then used his powerful leges to lunch himself and his demonic hitchhikers into the air, where he used the momentum to raise all four of his arms to slam each and every one of them into the roof of the bar, further destroying the roof and stunning the demons enough to release their grip on him as he proceeded to toss them back to the ground, hard.

As gravity took its effect on him, Four Arms aimed himself at one of the downed demons and dropped down towards him. The moment he landed, he shoved his lower left hand towards him and opened his palm, allowing the wooden cross to make full contact with the demon.

The Hellspawn screamed in absolute agony as the Holy Item burnt him. His screaming filled the room as his red skin blistered from the touch of the cross. All of a sudden, the demon burst into flames as his wails of pain almost cause the Alien Avengers ears to bleed.

The wailing soon vanished when the demons burning body turned to ash, blowing away in the wind.

The Demons where in shock at what happened to their comrade, while Four Arms was slightly disturbed by the action. The act of disintegrating another being is not something the Teen Hero is comfortable with. However, this creature is a demon, evil incarnate that doesn't even have a soul.

Four Arms raised his cross to examine it. Despite literally burning a demon alive, it was completely unaffected. Looking exactly the same as when he was given it. Just a simple piece of carved wood and yet it just eliminated an otherworldly being from the pits of hell.

Faith really is a powerful thing.

Course, his musings had to wait as the Demons got over their shock and shrieked at the Alien Hero. Their hands enveloping in hell flames as their readied themselves for round two.

Four Arms knew he'd likely never get another chance to get in range of them again with the cross. And if Ghost Riders warning about hellfire is anything to go by, his current forms durability would be as useful as fly screen on a submarine.

Acting fast, the Red Alien flipped one of the nearby tables on its side and ducked behind it. The Demons hurled their fireballs at the table, striking the sides and burning holes through the wood.

Suddenly a flash of light burst from behind the table. The Demons halted their attack, providing a perfect opening for a blue, four-armed, monkey to leap out from behind the table.

"SPIDERMONKEY!"

The Monkey Alien chattered in a typical simian fashion as he aimed his tail at the demons and fired several weblines at them. The sticky webbing quickly covered the creatures from hell and stuck them to the walls, unable to move.

"Stick around." Spidermonkey quipped with monkey chatter.

But the Demons had no intention. Instead, a few of them summoned their hell flames again, burning the webbing on their hands, freeing them as the hurled more fireballs at him.

The Blue Monkey screeched as he dove behind the bar. Fireballs sored overhead, shattering glasses and bottles of booze, causing it to drip down the bar, dowsing the aliens fur.

"Great." Spidermonkey complained. "Gonna smell like Tony's study for the rest of the day."

With the flaming barrage pinning him down, Spidermonkey held up his crucifix again. It clearly had the power to destroy these demons. But they wouldn't let him get close enough to use it, or worse, they'd escape into the night, and he'd have to spend countless hours tracking them down again. And there'd be no telling how many more innocent lives would be killed by these things.

He needed a way to hit them from a distance and also take them down quickly so they can't escape.

In that moment, the alien teen wished he had some more holy water on him.

That's when a crazy idea entered his mind. He might not have any holy water. But he might have a way to get some.

Tapping the Ultimatrix dial again, The Alien Teen transformed. "WATER HAZARD!"

He quickly stood up from his cover and aimed his right hand at the demons and fired a powerful blast of water from the hole in his palm. The water, shot forth like a stream from a firehose. Knocking them down and stunning the rest.

He then turned his attention to the sink at the bar. The Mollusc alien rushed to plug the drain and quickly filled the stainless-steel bowl with his own water, before turning the tap on so it would continue to fill.

Water Hazard proceeded to plunge his left hand into the sink, the crucifix still in his hand as he submerged the holy item in the clear blue water.

The Demons began recovering from the Alien water logging, with some continuing the free themselves from Spidermonkey's webbing and the rest advancing on the Emerald Avenger, their hands ablaze once more.

In that moment, Water Hazard started to absorb the water in the sink. Drawing the liquid into his body and channelling it his hydrokinetic organs and into his right hand.

He aimed his hand it the nearest demon and unleash a blast of water at the hell spawn. The moment the water made contact with the creature, it screamed in pain, before igniting and turning to ash in an instant. Washing away in the current of the water.

The Demons shock returned as the Teen Hero smirked, despite his facial features not changing.

"Oh yeah! The Power of Christ compels you, Suckers!" Water Hazard yelled as he unleashed a torrent of holy water from his hand, dowsing all the demons that were still bound by webs, disintegrating them instantly.

Those that remained, quickly cut their losses and made a break for it, scrambling through the hole in the ceiling.

Water Hazard tried to prevent their escape, by blasting another stream of holy water at them. But he only managed to vaporise two more with the rest escaping outside.

"Crud!" Water Hazard grunted. The one drawback to his idea. "Should've put salt on all the exits. What's the point of watching TV if you don't learn from it?"

He glanced at the hole in the ceiling and then the sink with the cross submerged.

"Ok. Time to improvise again." He commented as he tapped the Ultimatrix dial again.

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Outside Mania was fighting for her life against the Demons. If she was thankful for anything. It's that her Symbiote is a clone of Venom as she doubted, she would've been able to last as long as she did without the Spidey-sense that warned her of every single attack that was about to hit her and a living suit that reacted to avoid them.

Following her arrival to the roof. Mania couldn't help but gawk at the scene playing out before her. Ghost Rider and Blackheart playing out a cover art scene from a heavy metal album. With literal fire and brimstone falling from the sky around her. It's hard for the Teen Agent to not believe the end of days was upon her.

But she will not despair. If Ben, Venom or Spidey won't give up when the odds are staked against them. Then neither will she.

The Demons that followed her outside, wasted no time in attacking her. Mania quickly responded with her blasters, shooting several demons in the face or the heart. Her training as an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D caused her to instantly go for the kill shot. However, as a Super-Agent, those kinds of shots don't work out that way. But, they sure do annoy them.

Getting shot between the eyes caused the demons to become stunned long enough for Mania to launch several black tendrils from her suit that quickly wrapped around the demons and tossed them into the air. Where she then whipped them all into each other and finally slamming them back into the roof of the bar, cratering the roof as they all lay in a heap.

Unfortunately, that didn't keep them down for long as the Demons recovered from Manias assault, their wounds rapidly healing as if her attacks made no impact.

The Demons all chuckled evilly. One in particular caught Mania's attention, the Demon that approached her at the bar. The Demonic Hillbilly glared at Mania with a hungry expression as he licked his lips.

"Ya shoulda taken ma offer, Missy." He said in his bumpkin accent. "I woulda treated you nice. Least until I finished with yer soul."

Mania grimaced in disgust. "No wonder you ended up in hell. Also, if there's anything you should know about me. In any relationship, I'm the one cracking the whip."

She instantly formed a tendril in her hand and cracked her whip, right between the Demons eyes, causing him to yelp in pain and stagger backwards. She quickly fired several more shots at the other demons to push them back, while the others lost their balance due to the bar shaking from Ben's fight below.

The Demon Hillbilly glared at Mania as his hands burst into flames, hellfire swirled around his fists as he bared his fangs at her.

Mania responded by showing her fangs to him and sprouting more tendrils.

Course, this was a bluff at best. While she was keeping them at bay, eventually her stamina will give out and they will land a lucky shot in. Especially since she doesn't have anything on her that could put a demon down. She cursed herself for not being better prepared. She just thought she and Ben would swoop in, bust some chops with some magical beings and then the Flaming Stuntman would put the devils back in the box and she and the Alien Avenger would spend the rest of the night having some fun.

She'd curse these monsters to hell, except that's exactly where they came from.

The Hillbilly Demon roared as he launched a stream of Hellfire at her, which she dodged immediately. Mania countered with a cluster of shots to his chest, but either he's built up a resistance to the pain, or he's been toying with her this entire time as he ignored the holes in his chest, like they were nothing but flies on the wall.

He charged forward, Mania responded by aiming for his head. Her shots may not kill him, but they cause some damage resulting in him needing to heal. So taking out his eyes would buy her some time.

However, he easily avoided each of her shots. In a panic, Mania unleashed her tendrils to force him back. But one swipe of his flaming talons sent those black whips flying back, with Mania screaking in pain as her symbiote spazzed out from the pain of the flames.

That momentary distraction was enough for the Demon to get in close and tackle Mania to the ground. Both sliding to the edge of the roof, with her head and right arm just dangling over the edge.

Mania tried to aim her blasters at him, but one swipe of his claws, shredded her firearms turning them into scrap metal. The Demon slammed his hand onto Manias chest, forcing her down, his hellfire licking her suit, causing her symbiote to bubble and retract, trying to get away from it. But her skin got exposed as his demonic palm came in contact with her bare skin.

Mania cried in pain as the Demon grinned with sadistic glee. "Yer soul is as spicy as yer tongue. Were gonna have a tornado in a trailer park."

The Demon started to lean in close, his tongue slithering out of his mouth as his breath tickled her cheek.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle caught both his and Manias attention. They looked out to see Ghost Rider, astride his Hell Cycle, tearing up the road along the highway as he revved by the bar. The Spirit of Vengeance reached into bikes holster and pulled out what appeared to be a pump action shotgun and tossed it towards them.

Acting quickly, Mania reached out, snatched the gun out of the air and in one fluid motion, aimed the barrel right into the demon's mouth and pulled the trigger.

A flash of light, followed by loud BANG as the shotgun fired a blast of hellfire shot pellets into the Demons mouth, blasting his head apart like a balloon.

The Demon Hillbilly immediately disintegrated into ash, freeing Mania from his grip. She gasped as she rolled over, getting into a sitting position. She looked down at her chest, there was no burn mark on her skin, but she could feel the pain of that hellfire scorching her very being. She delicately touched the area, there wasn't any pain, but she still felt like she was marked. Touched by hell, leaving a scar only she'll know about.

Her Symbiote covered the hole, but she could still feel it shivering from the ordeal. Mania stroked her alien partner in a comforting manner. Like she was calming down a pet.

"It's ok girl. It's ok." She said in a calming tone.

But their little trauma will have to wait as the Demons on the roof advanced on her. Mania quickly stood up; a warm sensation flowed up her right hand as she looked down to see the shotgun that Ghost Rider had tossed to her. The weapon shares the same attributes as the Rider, even giving off a flaming aura of hellfire.

Despite the flames, the Symbiote didn't react to it at all. Like the flames from this weapon were actually comforting to her. Like the warmth of a campfire on a cold winter's day.

She raised the weapon and grabbed the handguard and slid it back along the rifles forestock. The weapon clicked as it ejected the shell, before she slid the handguard back as it clicked again, signalling that its reloaded and primed.

The Symbiote Heroine aimed the demonic firearm at the incoming demons and pulled the trigger. The Hellfire Shotgun's barrel exploded as a spray of hellfire buckshot burst forth in a wide arc. The five demons in front of her burst into flames and were nothing but ashes in mere moments.

Mania glanced down at the weapon with wide eyes and smirked under her mask. "Oh baby, I like this thing." She commented as she pumped the weapon again and prepared to face the next wave.

However, the next round came to a halt when the entire building shook violently, causing everyone to stumble and keep their balance.

The rumbling gave way to the roof splitting open and a massive pilar of ice erupted from the bars roof and shot into the sky, like a monolith.

The Demons and Mania were taken aback by the sight of the ice tower, with the Demons feeling a stinging sensation from the proximity of the frozen water.

Just then, the transparent form of Big Chill emerged from the ice. A pair of ice daggers in his hands as he flew towards the Demons at impressive speeds. Two quick slashes from his ice daggers and the Demons screamed in pain as they both disintegrated in flames.

Manias eyes widened at the sight. "Did you just set Demons on fire… with ice?"

Big Chill smirked as he stood up, his wings unfolded to show his Crucifix around his neck. "Frozen Holy Water." He stated in a prideful manner.

The wails of Demons interrupted their moment as the two Alien Heroes stood back-to-back. Big Chill with his Holy Ice blades and Mania with her Hellfire Shotgun. The Heroes took down several more demons with Big Chill slashing them apart with his blades and Mania blowing them apart with flaming buckshot.

"Nice gun." Big Chill complimented.

"A gift from our mutual friend." Mania replied as she blew apart another demon. "This is fun and all. But I'm guessing it won't mean much if we can't send Devil Junior back home."

"Good guess." Big Chill replied, cutting another one down. "We gotta end this. You mind cleaning up the rest of these guys?"

Mania smirked as she held up her shotgun proudly. "Please. I could waste them without the demon gun."

Big Chill smirked as he turned around to look at the battle in the desert. The scene could only be described as pure chaos. With Blackheart and Ghost Rider battling across the land in a clash of darkness and hellfire.

Manias confident expression turned to concern as she walked over to him. "Are you really gonna get in the middle of all that? I know you're amazing Ben. But even your aliens are still mortal. Can any of them really stand up to a Demon?"

The Alien Avenger thought for a moment. Then took a deep sigh as he closed his eyes and opened them. "Maybe not. But a hero, doesn't stand by and do nothing. Even if I can't do much, I'll still do what I can."

The Symbiote Agent couldn't help but look on him with awe. "Well then, Mr Hero. What's your plan?"

Big Chill looked at her and grinned. "Like I said. The gloves are off. There's a time to go hero and a time to go Ultimate."

Big Chill reached up and tapped the dial on his chest. Four spikes popped out from the sides and a wave of light flowed over him. His skin turned crimson red as his wings and antenna gained a yellow and orange flame like pattern along the edges.

"ULTIMATE BIG CHILL!" the Evolved alien cried out.

A violent chill immediately flowed over Manias body. The Evolved Aliens mere presence was enough to lower to temperature around him. Like his body was stripping the heat from everything around him.

Ultimate Big Chill raised his wings and took off into the sky, flying straight towards the battle.

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The skies rumbled as brimstone rained down. The flaming shower served to illuminate the darkness, showing the full scale of the battle happening between the Son of Maphisto and the Spirit of Vengeance.

Ghost Rider revved his Hell Cycle and the engine roared like a ferocious beast as it charged towards Blackheart, who floated in the skies above. The Rider whipped his chain as it cracked with hellfire swirling around each link.

Blackheart raised his hands, and the shadows sprang forth, forming massive solid masses that flowed towards the Rider like a wave of tar. The mass of void surged forth and swallowed him. Consuming his light in the darkness.

The Prince of Hell cackled in delight from seeing his enemy fall to his power. "You're a fool, Rider. I've been consuming souls for weeks. Not the scraps of sinners which is all that you can get in Hell. But sweet innocent, virtuous souls. A meal fit for royalty."

"Souls who've cried out for salvation!" The voice of the Ghost Rider responded, his power pulsing from the void as it bulged and expanded. Cracks formed as light seeped through before the darkness burst apart as a brilliant bright light bathed the area in its radiance.

The pulse knocked back Blackheart, almost knocking him out of the air before he steadied himself. He glared down at Ghost Rider, who's demonic chains burned away the darkness.

The Rider glared at Blackheart, his empty eye sockets conveying the vengeance he so craved. "I have come to deliver the innocent from evil. The righteous hand will guide them home."

Blackheart growled in annoyance as he clenched his fists, darkness swirled around him and he launched a dark ray from himself, blasting towards Ghost Rider like an unyielding tide of destruction.

Ghost Rider didn't even hesitate when he gunned the throttle of his bike and the earth behind him blasted out, chunks of sand, rock and pebbles burst out from underneath the spinning flaming tires before launching forward right towards the beam of darkness.

The engine of the Hell cycle revved as the front wheel of the motorcycle lifted off the ground and collided with the darkness, the flames of the front wheel gripped the darkness and drove up it.

Blackhearts eyes widened as the Ghost Rider drove up his own darkness beam like a ramp. Hellfire blazing behind him, burning away the dark energy as he gunned towards the Demon Prince.

Getting over his shock, Blackheart cut off the beam, only for Ghost Rider to launch himself into the air. His Hell Cycle spinning in the air, performing an aerial somersault while also whipping his chain around, ensnaring Blackhearts right arm in the process.

The Prince of Darkness had a second to register what happened before Ghost Rider yanked him out of the air and slammed him into the ground, kicking up earth and dust in a massive mushroom cloud as Blackhearts body carved out a massive crater.

The Spirit of Vengeance skidded his bike next to Blackhearts body as he dismounted and stomped towards the Hell spawn. Ghost Rider reached down and grabbed Blackheart by the throat and lifted him into the air with one arm.

The two demonic beings locked eyes with each other, Ghost Riders eye sockets now glowing with ethereal flames as he pierced Blackhearts very being with his gaze.

But Blackheart just chuckled from the Riders apparent attempt of intimidation. "Go ahead." He taunted. "We both know your fabled stare doesn't work on me. But the same can't be said about the souls I have within me. Destroy them and I might be weak enough for you to send me back. But that would mean leaving another mark on that soul of yours. I doubt the pearly gates will open for you anyway, but can you really take that chance?"

The glow in the Ghost Riders eyes faded. For the first time, since this fight began, the Ghost Rider hesitated. The Brimstone Biker lowered his head in shame, contemplating his choices and the consequences that will result from them.

This distraction allowed Blackheart to secretly gather the darkness in his hand, forming it into a dagger.

"My soul was forfeit the moment that I signed that contract." Ghost Rider responded, pain in his voice as he relived that fateful day. "If it means preventing more souls from joining them. Their sacrifice will not be in vain."

With that Ghost Rider locked eyes with Blackheart and his eyes glowed with the burning vengeance prepared do deliver his penance.

The moment the Rider lifted his head, Blackhearts arm shot forth with ebony dagger aimed right at the Spirit of Vengeances skull.

Only for a wave of fire to erupt from the earth between them, forcing them apart. The flames danced between them for a few seconds, before they transformed into a giant wall of ice. The temperature in the area dropped so rapidly that snow started falling from the sky.

Ghost Rider's flames danced in the wind as he turned to see Ultimate Big Chill floating down beside him. The evolved alien folded his wings into a cloak as he locked eyes with the Spirit of Vengeance. The Rider and Alien remained silent as if they had a silent conversation in their minds.

"Remember why you asked me here." Big Chill stated. "You needed to keep yourself grounded and not let that Demon inside you take away any more of your soul."

Ghost Rider bowed his head and turned away. The lack of lips and other muscles made the clicking of his teeth as they ground together in frustration. But, it wasn't aimed at him. The Brimstone Biker was frustrated with himself for letting his personal demon influence him again. He vowed to never harm the innocent and yet he was about to sacrifice them for what could only amount to a band aid on a popped tire.

"Thank you." Ghost Rider said, in an eerie tone.

Ultimate Big Chill nodded as he walked over and patted the Rider on the shoulder. "Don't mention it. But let's save the thanks till after we send this Brimstone Butthead back home?"

In that moment, the wall of ice exploded into shards with Ghost Rider whipping his chain in a wide arc creating a shield of fire and heat that turned the ice into vapour in an instant.

Blackheart emerged from the mist, his eyes glowing and hands surrounded by whisps of dark energy.

"When I am through with you, Mortal. I'll feast on your soul myself. I don't care what my father says." Blackheart hissed at the Teen.

"I'm flattered that my soul is fetching such a high price. Unfortunately, I'm kinda attached to it." Ultimate Big Chill responded.

Blackheart chuckled as he raised his hands to the blackened sky. "That can be remedied."

The clouds rumbled and a flash of red lightning burst from the clouds, forking right towards Ultimate Big Chill.

The crimson lightning bolt struck the ground, destroying the ground in a massive cloud of dust.

When it cleared, the Alien was nowhere to be seen. Then the air shimmered as Ultimate Big Chill appeared back in the same spot, completely unharmed.

"Intangibility moron." Ultimate Big Chill mocked. "Wasn't sure if that was gonna work, but a guess going ultimate means nothing can hit me."

He then gathered ice flames in his hands and reached up to touch the cross around his neck. The chilling flames danced around the holy item before he moved his hand away and the flames expanded and turned into an ice sword.

"Mind keeping him from moving around?" The Evolved Alien asked.

Ghost Rider nodded as he gripped his chain and pulled it taught. Hellfire spread across it like locusts on a field of wheat. "With pleasure."

Ultimate Big Chill unfolded his cloak and flew into the sky. Blackheart tried blasting the Alien Avenger with dark energy, which the young hero easily avoided by phasing through the attack.

The Prince of Darkness tried to fly away from the Alien, only for Ghost Riders chain to wrap around his leg and halted his retreat. The brief surprise distracted Blackheart long enough for Ultimate Big Chill to close the distance and swung his ice sword. The frozen blade slashed across Blackhearts chest and the demon prince screamed in pain, steam hissing from the wound.

A pulse of darkness, burst from the Prince of Hell, knocking the alien teen and the Ghost Riders chain away as he dropped to the ground, one knee in the dirt as he rested his hand on the other. Panting heavily as he clutched his fresh wound.

He checked the wound and noticed that it wasn't healing. Blackheart quickly realised what would cause a wound like this as he turned his head up at the Alien Shapeshifter.

"Very clever, Mortal. Using your power on the crucifix to form a weapon out of frozen holy water." Blackheart said as he stood up. "But megger tricks like that won't be enough to defeat me."

"Whatever dude." Ultimate Big Chill casually replied, confusing the Demon Prince. "All I know is that it hurts you. So that's good enough for me."

Blackhearts eyes only narrowed in rage. A mortal would dare mock him. The Son of Mephisto. He proceeded to aim his hand at the ground and dark energy swirled around it and he raised his hand. The ground beneath the Alien and Spirit of Vengeance rumbled before splitting open. A massive scar in the earth going down miles.

Ultimate Big Chill unfolded his cloak as he flew into the sky away from the crevice. Suddenly, the Evolved alien felt resistance the more he tried to move away. As if some unknown force was pulling him towards the dark pit.

Looking down, The Alien Teens eyes widened as he saw a glowing light at the bottom of the pit. Even though he is hundreds, if not thousands of miles from the bottom of the abys. He could see the pits where souls were being tortured, he could feel the heat of the flames, but most haunting of all, he could hear the cries of pain and agony.

This was a gateway to Hell, and he was being dragged into it.

Panic quickly filled the Teen Heroes very soul. He flapped his wings rapidly and he even started swiping at the air with his arms and kicking his legs wildly, desperately trying to get away from the Flaming Pits of torment, by trying to climb the air. The fear had abolished his rational thinking as he thrashed like a madman while sinking further and further into the pit.

As he passed the top rim of the crevice, Ultimate Big Chills let a gasp escape his mouth, with a cloud of chilling mist formed in from of him. Darkness encircled him as the only thought he had was to reach out to the light of the sky as the dread sunk in.

Suddenly a flash of light appeared above him. The Ultimate Alien saw the Ghost Riders chain flash across the top of the fissure along with a flash of Hellfire and dark energy being tossed around, reminding the Teen Avenger that there's still a fight going on up there.

Ghost Rider and Andi are still fighting there all up there while he's letting his hope slip away while he sinks down below.

No. Not a chance. Ben Tennyson will not go down kicking and screaming. He'll go down and give the creeps a few scars to remember him.

Straightening his posture, spreading his wings out wide, Ultimate Big Chill turned towards the depths of the pit and took a deep breath.

On the surface, Ghost Rider roared like a demonic beast as a river of hellfire, blasted from his mouth. Blackheart responded with a beam of darkness from his hands. The two attacks collided, resulting in a concussive pulse that blew away rocks, plants and even several of the cars parked outside the bar.

The two struggled with their beams pushing against each other trying to overpower the other. Ghost Rider could feel the power that Blackheart possessed, the number of souls he'd been able to feed on to get this strong was too hard to think about.

The Rider could feel his power being pushed back and he knew, if he loses here, then many more innocent souls would be consumed by this monster. A flicker of blue fire danced around his bones as his features started to change.

Ghost Rider quickly realised what was happening and that distraction caused him to drop the beam and he dove to the side as Blackhearts dark beam obliterated the ground.

The Spirit of Vengeance got to his feet and focused his mind. His flames and form returning to their usual appearance. That was close, he was just a hairs width away from unleashing the monster within. If that happened, those souls would truly be lost.

Blackheart seemed to read his mind as he chuckled while returning to the ground. "You may as well bring out your other half. With the power I feel inside me, I doubt even Zarathos can stand against me."

A boast like that, even the Ghost Rider himself let out a chuckle. "Pathetic child. Your arrogance will be your downfall."

Blackheart merely scoffed. "You know, at first, I was just here to enjoy myself. Feeding on a few souls to keep myself topside for a little longer. But now, I think I'll consume every innocent soul on this miserable plain and finally have the power to overthrow my father and finish the war he was too scared to. And with Ben's soul in my possession, I can start this off with a real bang."

Suddenly, the ground rumbled. Causing both entities to stumble as they turned around to see a massive pillar of fire and ice, erupted from the fissure like a volcano. Balls of fire froze into ice chunks as they rained down crashing into the ground. Flames turned into ice structures all forming into a platform with Ultimate Big Chill standing above it. A smug grin on his face as he stood heroically atop his construct.

Blackheart was stunned. "How? I opened a gate. No soul can escape its pull. The despair should have consumed you."

The Evolved Alien chuckled as he spread his arms out wide in a T pose. "Looks like I made Hell freeze over, dude. I'm Ben Tennyson, Hero of Heroes. And I never give up."

Grabbing his cross, ice flames burst from his hand and several streams of cold flames blasted out like snakes. Holy flaming ice, struck at Blackheart with ferocity. The Demonic Prince moved to avoid the holy ice. His charcoal skin sizzling from the proximity of the holy frozen flames.

The cold was so intense that Blackheart almost didn't notice the heat from behind him as he narrowly avoided the hellfire that Ghost Rider shot at him.

The Prince of Hell found himself trapped, with Holy Ice on one side and Hellfire on the other. For many, this would be an impossible situation to escape from. But not for him.

Turning his attention to the Alien Shapeshifter, Blackheart narrowed his eyes as his body turned incorporeal and he merged into the shadows.

The Evolved Alien and Spirit of Vengeance raised their guard as they searched for any signs to where the Demon would show up.

Unfortunately, due to his physiology, Ultimate Big Chill couldn't feel the cold tingle running up his spin as Blackheart appeared right behind him and tackled him from behind, sending both crashing into the ground.

The Demon Prince unleashed dark tendrils from his hands that wrapped around Ultimate Big Chill, binding him in place, preventing him from moving or even using his phasing abilities.

Blackheart grunted in pain as his hands burnt from the holy ice flames that covered Ultimate Big Chills hands. But, he powered through that pain. Even more so when he reached forth and grabbed the crucifix around the Alien Teens neck and yanked it off. The Holy Item burned the Demons hand as he felt the agony shoot up his arm.

But the Demon Prince refused to yield as he channelled his power and dark energy engulfed the cross and reduced it to dust.

Blackheart took a moment to both catch his breath and also to revel in this little victory. "No more safeguards, Tennyson. Nothing to keep me from taking your soul."

He then reached out his hand towards Ultimate Big Chills chest and placed his hand upon it. Pain shot through his body as Ultimate Big Chill let out a cry of pain. A flash of light and he turned back to regular Big Chill, then back into Ben.

The Teens eyes widened in fear as Blackheart raised his right hand and it morphed into a black blade which he then aimed at Ben's heart.

However, Ghost Rider blasted onto the scene, astride his Hell cycle and whipped his chain around Blackhearts blade arm and pulled him away from Ben.

The Rider proceeded to ride a circle around Ben, his bike leaving a trail of hellfire behind it that fully encompassed the Teen Hero. Ghost Rider then dismounted and walked over to Ben as he got to his feet.

"Thanks for the save." Ben said, his body shaking from almost getting his soul reaped.

"We have to end this." Ghost Rider stated as he turned towards where he tossed Blackheart. "The longer he fights, the more desperate he will become. Soon he'll go to the nearest settlement and consume every soul in sight to try and defeat us."

Ben's heart sank. They were barely able to handle him at his current level. Should he get stronger, it will take a miracle to beat him.

"What are we gonna do?" Ben asked. His own mind, fresh out of ideas.

"Firepower. And lots of it." Ghost Rider replied.

Ben looked to his watch before turning back to the Rider with a smirk. Though not with the same confidence he had earlier. "I can help with that."

With a slam on the dial and a flash of light. The flaming alien of Heatblast stood before the Ghost Rider.

"Now what?" Heatblast asked the Spirit of Vengeance with a confused expression. "Not really sure how effective I can be. Without my cross, I can't hurt him and last time I checked, my fire is the normal kind, not the magic demon hurting kind."

"I can help with that." Ghost Rider said as he reached out his hand.

Instinctively, Heatblast took a step back, his expression showed concern and fear on his face. "Woah man. What are you doing?"

"I can imbue your fire with the power of Zarathos. But only temporarily. Your form should be able to control the fires of hell long enough to defeat Blackheart." Ghost Rider explained.

Despite the rundown. The Young Heroes worries were not quelled. "But is that gonna… I mean how would taking on the power of a demon affect my… It's just that…"

The Teen continued to trip over his thoughts as he tried to wrestle with this dilemma in his head. Any other time, Ben wouldn't hesitate to do what needed to be done to save the world and defeat the bad guy, to an extent.

But, in this situation. Playing with demonic power, after just briefly witnessing the literal fires of Hell itself. The Young Hero wasn't exactly eager to do something that would increase his chances of going there.

"Fear not. This won't taint your soul." The Rider assured Ben, seeing the trepidation in the Young Avengers mind. "Hold onto your faith and righteous beliefs and this power can be wielded for Justice."

While still fearful, Heatblast felt the Riders words and pushed his fear aside. He couldn't be selfish, not when so many lives were on the line.

Reaching up and taking the Riders hand. Heatblast felt a wave of power rush into him. Flames from the Ghost Rider, flowed into him as his body glowed brighter. However, after that rush, came pain. A horrid burning sensation, Heatblast was burning.

The pain grew so intense that the Teen Hero cried out in pain as he clutched his head. The power coursing through him felt like it was twisting his insides like a pretzel, while also dunking them in boiling cooking oil. His flames turned blood red and from his forehead, two horns started to grow out.

Heatblast cried out in pain as the horns grew longer and he felt his body being consumed by these demonic flames.

But then, an image of Carol flashing in him mind. The pain subsided slightly. An image of Janet followed, then Peter, Steve, Tony, Clint, T'Challa, Hulk, Thor, Andi, Eddie, Hank, Bobby, Kitty, Logan, Scott, Jean, and many others before finishing on Laura.

All his friends, his family. People he fought with who protected him and whom he wished to protect. When it comes down to it, he would gladly sacrifice his own soul for there's. His soul may be burned, but they will never break his Spirit.

With on final cry, Heatblast clenched his fists and stood tall. Suddenly, a bright white light burst from his back, white flames pure and clear erupted from the Flame Aliens back like an eruption from a volcano. The white flames pour from two points on the teens shoulder blades, the flames danced around in a formation that seemed to resemble wings.

The White flames then spread to his entire body, blasting away the red flames and instead replaced them white flames. Pushing away the darkness with intensity almost rivalling the sun.

The white flames burnt off the horns growing from his forehead as the white light subsided, with the fire aliens fire returning to its usual colour, albeit with a lighter colouration. The white fire wings remained on his back for a brief moment, while Heatblast's hands and feet still glowed with pure white fire.

The Alien Teen looked at his new fire with shock and awe. He glanced back as his fiery wings just as they started to fade. The burning feeling, he had before was gone, instead he felt this warm, comforting sensation through his body. Like the first moment you drink hot coco on a cold winter's night.

He turned to Ghost Rider, who nodded at the Teen. Heatblast returned the gesture as the two Hot Headed Heroes turned their attention to Blackheart.

"So, what's the plan?" Heatblast asked, itching to go as his new powerup seemed to give his confidence a well-earned boost.

If the Rider had lips, he'd probably be smirking at the teen. "Hit him with everything you've got. And wait for my signal." Was all the Ghost Rider said.

Heatblast grinned at the simplicity of this plan. "You got it, Flame Brain."

With that, Heatblast blasted flames around himself. Yellow and orange flames, mixed with white fire as he shot towards Blackheart like a rocket.

The Demon Prince snarled as he thrust his hands forward and tendrils of darkness raised from the earth and surged forth, long whips of darkness intending the snare the Alien Avenger.

In response, Heatblast focused and formed a flaming blade of white fire from his arm and with a swift slash, sliced the tendril of darkness like vines in a jungle. With each cut, a glowing white mark was left on the darkness as they turned into mist.

Blackhearts eyes widened as Heatblast took to the sky, forming a white fireball under his feet that he rode upon like a surfboard.

The Prince of Hell conjured up a wave of Dark energy and launched it at the Alien Hero. A massive tidal wave of pure darkness, threatening to swallow the Fire Alien.

Faced with an overwhelming force of pure evil. A darkness that could snuff out all light in its path. And the Alien Teen just chuckled. Pointing his arm out, Heatblast unleashed a beam of white fire and swiped downwards in a wide arc. The beam of light cut through the wave of darkness and parted it like the Red Sea. Darkness flowed past either side of him as his white fire burned away the darkness with ease.

Blackheart didn't allow this display of power to distract him as he waved his hand and the earth beneath the Fire Alien erupted in a geyser of dirt and rock, blasting Heatblast into the sky, disappearing into the clouds.

The Prince of Hell held his hands together with his fingers hooked like claws as red lighting cracked and thundered out, all striking one area of the sky where Heatblast had been sent.

When the lightning barrage finished, Blackheart waiting for any sign of the Alien Hero as he prepared to attack at full force, with dark energy building up in his hands.

From the shadows of the clouds, a white light started the glow through. Blackheart prepared to unleash his full force the moment the Teen Shapeshifter emerged from the mists.

However, instead of descending, the white light sliced right through the clouds and dispersed the storm clouds. The dark clouds burning up and vanishing in the presence of Heatblast's white flames.

The clear night sky shone brightly behind the Alien Avenger, his white light matched the sea of stars behind him.

Blackheart's eyes burned with rage as hellfire started the literally burst from his eyes.

"I will not be beaten by a pathetic human like you!" He roared.

With that he raised his hands above his head. Dark energy started to swirl around him, forming into a sphere above his head. Red Lighting cracked from the remaining clouds and flowed into the sphere adding to its size and power. Burning balls of brimstone where also pulled in and hellfire ignited and swirled into the sphere of dark energy.

In response, Heatblast formed his own sphere, white fire poured into the massive fireball easily dwarfing him in size.

With a mighty heave, Heatblast hurled his fireball, and it went shooting towards the Earth like a comet. Blackheart proceeded to blast his sphere and the two balls of power collided. Exploding in a massive wave of energy, sending shockwaves in all directions, sending cars flying and completely destroying the bar.

Mania was sent tumbling into the air with her symbiot firing several tendrils into the ground to anchor herself as debris and chunks of buildings flew past her.

When the dust finally settled. The area looked as if a Nuke went off. A massive circular, shallow crater. With Blackheart standing in the centre. His body shaking with rage, but his movements had become sluggish. His power was running low, and he knew it. He needed a fresh soul if he was to continue this fight.

Fortunately for him, there seemed to be one, no, two souls ripe for the picking back where he left the bar.

But, as he took one step in the direction of his prey, Heatblast landed right in front of him blocking his path. His fists, glowing with white flames as he glared at the Demon.

"Don't even think about it." He warned the Prince of Hell, knowing exactly what his intentions are.

Blackheart stared at the Fire Alien, looking him up and down before chuckling. "I may have burnt through a lot of my accumulated power. But it seems you have done the same." He pointed out.

"Look at you." Blackheart continued, pointing at the Teen Heroes fists. "The power that the Rider has gifted you is but lingering embers now. You'd only have enough for one or maybe two strikes at most."

Heatblast didn't want to admit it. But he was right. The power he felt before was all but used up at this point. The remaining power he has left he channelled into his fists. Once this power is spent, he'll have nothing that can put a dent in this guy, nor would he have anything to defend himself from Blackhearts demonic power.

The Demonic Prince held his arms out on either side and dark energy flowed out. "As you can see, I still have plenty of power to finish you. Whereas you have nothing."

The Alien Avenger stood his ground as he smirked at the Black Prince. "I got him." He responded pointing behind Blackheart.

The Demon turned around only for Ghost Rider to punch him in the face, knocking him off balance. Blackheart barely got his feet under him only for Heatblast to rush up and deliver and uppercut right in his chin, sending him flying of the ground. A white burn mark where the Alien Teen had struck him, while the white flames faded from Heatblast's right hand.

As Blackheart sore through the air, Ghost Rider unleashed his chains as they snaked forth and bound themselves around Blackhearts arms and legs. The chains pulled Blackheart to the ground before Ghost Rider mentally commanded them to pull the limbs out, stretching to the perimeter of the impact site, pinning him down.

Blackheart struggled against the chains as Ghost Rider and Heatblast walked up to him, with the former standing on his left side and the later standing on the right.

The two flame heads glanced at each other with Ghost Rider pointing to Blackhearts chest. Heatblast nodded and with one big strike, punched the Demon in the centre of his chest, with every last bit of his white fire that he had left.

Blackheart coughed with black blood seemingly coming out of the black void that is his face as the white flames faded from Heatblast's left fist. The Fire Alien wobbled a bit, dizzy from using all that power. The fatigue had definitely settled in at this point.

As Ghost Rider stepped closer to the Prince of Hell, Heatblast glanced up at him. "So is this the part where you chant in Latin to exorcise him back to Hell or something?"

"In some cases, yes." The Spirit of Vengeance replied, before his eyes flashed with hellfire as he loomed over Blackheart. "But I prefer the direct approach."

With that, Ghost Rider plunged his hands into Blackhearts chest. In the exact spot of Heatblasts white burn mark. The hands entered through the Demons chest cavity causing the Prince of Hell to scream in pain as a white light burst from the opening, he'd torn.

The Fire Alien had to step back and shield his eyes from the intensity of the light as the sound of Blackhearts screams filled his ears.

After what felt like an hour had past, but really was only a minute. The screams stopped and the light faded allowing the Teen Hero to lower his hands.

There he saw Ghost Rider standing up, in his hand was a glowing sphere of pure white light. The intensity of the light was strong, but as Heatblast squinted in the light, he saw that the sphere was actually made up of several smaller spheres. As he looked at the white ball, Heatblast couldn't help but feel this warmth coming from it, it made him feel happy, relieved and at peace. The emotions were so overwhelming that the Alien Avenger was on the verge of tears.

Ghost Rider then raised the Sphere towards the sky and the light floated up slowly, before shooting to the heavens, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

It took a moment for the Alien Teen to register what happened. And when it finally clicked, he looked down at the Rider, his eyes wide.

"Those where…" He started to ask before the Ghost Rider lowered his head and nodded.

"They are at peace now." The Spirit of Vengeance confirmed.

Part of the Young Hero felt guilty for not being able to save those people from being killed in the first place. But he took comfort in knowing that he just helped save their souls from being lost forever and that they are now at peace.

A groan from below them, caught their attention as they looked down at Blackheart, his chest wound healing as he rolled on the ground, trying to get himself into a sitting position.

However, Ghost Rider's chains wrapped around the Demon Prince and pulled him into Ghost Riders hand as the Rider held Blackheart at eye level. His eyes glowing with rage as he roared at Blackheart like an unhinged monster.

Blackheart was still groggy from having his captured souls ripped from him and so the roar hardly phased him.

"Ugh. This is only a setback, Rider. I'll be back soon enough." Blackheart taunted. Which made Heatblast's blood boil.

The Spirit of Vengeance had the same reaction as he grabbed a hold of Blackheart with both hands and hurled him into the sky, his chain still attached as it trailed into the air behind Blackheart.

Ghost Rider then grabbed the chain, causing the mystic item to go taught causing Blackheart to be briefly suspended in the air.

"Go home!" Ghost Rider said fiercely as he yanked Blackheart down with all his strength.

Blackheart fell to earth with such force that he made a small crater in the ground. However, as the chain moved off Ghost Riders arm is any indication, was that the Demon Prince was still descending as the chain flowed deeper and deeper into the ground until Ghost Rider cut off the chain, with the end disappearing down into the dark void.

What followed was the sound of wailing and screams of pain and torment as a column of fire erupted from the hole, swirling around in a fiery vortex, before flowing back down, leaving behind a patch of scorched earth, no sign that a crater had ever been there.

Heatblast stood motionless with his eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Did you just…?"

"Yep." Ghost Rider responded as he groaned and sat down in the dirt. Panting heavily as he spread his legs out and put his hands behind him as he leaned back.

Heatblast felt a wave a fatigue hit him too as dropped down next to the Brimstone Biker, the Ultimatrix dial beeping as he turned back to human in a flash of red light.

As he sat their panting, he looked over at his Demonic Ally as he started to change too. His clothes turned from Heavy Metal album to regular biker clothes, flesh and skin returned to his bones as his flames vanished and a human man in his mid-thirties with blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair.

The Ghost Riders human form, Johnny Blaze.

Johnny panted and let out a huge sigh. Seeing him in this state was very strange to the young hero. Sure, he's seen many strange and bizarre things. But to see a being of biblical power, turn into just a normal looking guy. It just felt so surreal. Ben had to wonder if this is how most people react when he transforms.

"Ya did good out there, kid." Johnny complimented as he finally caught his breath. "Not many people can go toe to toe with Blackheart and live to talk about it."

Ben smirked as he leaned back and stretched. "Yep. I'm one of a kind. It's why you asked me to help right?"

"Well. That and I figured Blackheart would come like a pig to the sty if he got a whiff of your soul." Blaze admitted a little sheepishly.

Ben sat up and looked at the Riders host with a shocked expression. "Was I just the bait?"

Johnny chuckled. "Course not. I needed power and a strong soul to fight Blackheart. You had both."

The two shared a chuckle with that as they looked out over the peaceful night air.

"Gotta say, Blaze. I've seen some crazy stuff, but this. What you do. I felt way out of my league." Ben admitted.

It was true. He'd faced alien invaders, magical monsters and cosmic beings from other dimensions. But actually, creatures from Hell was in a whole different ballpark than what he's faced.

"Ah ya did fine." Johnny responded brushing the Teens comment aside. "It was pretty creative of you, using that cross I gave you to make Holy Water and Ice."

Ben smirked at the praise as he turned to Johnny. "What about you. Riding up a beam of darkness like a ramp and doing a stunt trick right over Blackheart. I knew you were a daredevil, but that was insane."

As they went on, Ben could feel a massive relief washing over him. After everything that had happened tonight, this moment of levity really put his mind at ease from everything. Despite seeing…

"RRRRAHHHH!" A Demon suddenly roared from behind the pair.

Both Johnny and Ben jumped in shock as the Demon appeared from out of nowhere and launched itself from behind them. The Demons claws aimed right at Ben's throat as Johnny desperately tried to grab his chain to protect him.

Suddenly the Demon blew up in a burst of flames as a loud bang was heard from behind him.

The flames and dust settled as Ben blinked a few times to clear his vision as he looked up to see Mania, standing over the pair. The Hellfire shotgun still smoking from recently being fired as she panted heavily, looking exhausted and slightly annoyed.

She shot Ben and Blaze a dirty look as she cocked the shotgun, ejecting the used shell.

"Oh no, please continue your little bromance. Leave the remaining demons to me." She said in a sarcastic tone.

Ben was at a loss for words. He'd been so focused on taking down Blackheart that he'd completely forgotten to check if Mania needed any help with the remaining demons.

Looking back, he saw several scorch marks and patches of burns where demons had been blasted. Meaning that, save for the few that Ben had taken out beforehand, Mania had eliminated every last Demon in the bar, all by herself.

"Wow." Was all Ben managed to say.

Johnny Blaze, on the other hand, chuckled as he got to his feet and brushed himself off.

"Not bad, little lady. You keep this up, maybe you should be the next Rider." Johnny commented.

Mania smirked in response. "Thanks for the offer. But this body is a one host kinda gal. And I've already got the perfect partner." As she said that, her symbiot formed a miniature version of Mania on her shoulder. Mini-Mania then crossed her little arms and nodded in agreement.

Johnny chucked as she handed him back his shotgun and he leaned it on his shoulder. "Fair enough, Andi. Far be it from me to come between a perfect pairing."

"Well. Almost perfect." Andi added, before giving Ben a playful wink.

Johnny smiled as he reached down and helped Ben to his feet.

"Well then. As fun as this has been. No rest for the weary as they say. Trouble is always brewing, and the Ghost Riders business is never done."

"You ever need help. Just call." Ben said.

Johnny nodded. "Appreciated, Ben. Till our paths next cross."

He then held his fingers to his mouth and whistled. The roar of an engine sounded in the distance and the Hell cycle rolled up to its Rider. It's engine purred as it awaited its master.

Johnny mounted his bike, holstered his shotgun as he revved the engine before turning to the two Teens and gave them one last nod of approval.

The Teen Heroes nodded back as Johnny gunned the engine and the Hell cycle took off into the desert night. His body transforming into the Ghost Rider as he disappeared into the night, his fire slowing fading into the distance.

As the pair stood alone in the dark, Ben glanced down at Andi, who crossed her arms and turned away from Ben.

A frown formed on the Alien Avengers face. "Oh, come on, Andi. I'm sorry I didn't come and check on you. I was literally fighting the Prince of Hell."

Andi huffed. "Doesn't matter. You still should've checked to see if I was ok. Did you even notice your little power clash destroyed the bar?"

"Andi, I'm sorry. I don't know how else I can make this right." Ben pleaded.

"Oh, you know exactly what you need to do." Andi countered, her tone shifting to playful underneath her serious tone.

It then clicked for Ben, exactly what she was doing. The Young Hero groaned in annoyance as Andi could barely prevent herself from giggling.

"Fine. I'll take you to dinner." Ben said in annoyance.

Immediately Andi squeaked in excitement, and she hugged Ben tightly. "Oh Ben, you smooth talker you. Ok all is forgiven."

"But just as friends. Nothing romantic or anything like that." Ben stated.

"Oh, that's fine." Andi replied. "So long as its five stars or above. You can take me anywhere you like."

Ben sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Ok, ok. I'll just get my wallet. I left it in my…" He trailed off as he realised that during the fight, the bar had been destroyed and all the vehicles in the area had been tossed all over the place. Including…

"My Car!" Ben screamed.

Immediately the Teen rushed towards the area, desperately trying to find he precious car. All the while Andi giggled as she mentally tried to pick what kind of eveningwear, she'd have her symbiot change into for her dinner date tonight.

Who'd of thought, fighting Demons from Hell would only be the second most stressful thing to happen to Ben Tennyson that night.

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And there is is Ladies and Gents. The Ghost Rider in full force teaming up with the Hero of Heroes. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

As always, any suggestions for the next hero or villain to show up. Feel free to message me. Though this time, I want you guys to really challenge me. Dont give me well known heroes and villains. Give me some obscure ones. Characters that not many people have heard about. The lesser known the better.

Next chapter, I hope to have the Halloween Special up before the month is up. But on the off chance that I don't. Happy Halloween everyone.

Until Next Time. Captain Rex 75 out!