Bitten by a radioactive spider, high school student Peter Parker gained the proportionate strength, speed, agility, equilibrium, and early warning danger sense of that irradiated arachnid. Hoping to use his powers for personal gain, Peter sought to make money as pro wrestler and a TV sensation, but with the death of his beloved Uncle Ben, a grief stricken Peter learned an invaluable lesson. With great power there must also come great responsibility. Armed with his wondrous web shooters Peter struggles with this lesson. Trying to balance an ordinary life with a day job and still divide time to be with his wife and to protect his fellow man. Due to the events regarding his personal life, Peter has given up the role to the one true Peter Parker whom goes by the moniker Ben Reilly. This is the story of The Amazing Spider-Man!

"Seven Ways To Hell Part II of IV"

Hell's Kitchen - a writhing cesspool of crime and corruption protected by a guardian devil. A lone avenger whose blindness was exchanged for the gift of a radar sense and superhumanly heightened senses. He stalked the night watching in his own unique way and listening to the drug trades and the crimes committed in his neighborhood. When he could stand no more he leaped from the top of the roof using his cable line to slow his fall and then with a clicking press of a stud his cable was released and he flowed into a flip that landed him on his feet. The thugs went for their weapons, but his Billy Club flew through the air cutting them off before they can accomplish their goal. He dove in with his feet first connecting squarely with the dealer and buyer's jaws. He back-flipped and nailed the bodyguard with heels of his boots. His Billy Club zipped back into his open palm and he brought it to bear against the buyer's hired muscle breaking the nose and knocking spittle from the man's mouth. Daredevil held the man up by his collar and said in his most sinister tone.

"You will want to tell me who is behind this drug deal going down in my Kitchen."

Daredevil, I am sorry to intrude, but I have need of your aid.

"What is Stephan? I'm kind of busy," Daredevil said, as he noticed with his super-senses that time seemed to stand still.

You won't have to worry about your fellow - he is going no where. Anyways, It's about the Ghost Rider - I am afraid that he is in need of your help.

"I thought the Ghost Rider wasn't the team player type?"

He isn't - the problem is he and his host have recently been through a traumatic experience and I believe it is affecting the performance of his duty. I need you and the others I am gathering to help him from veering from his duty.

"Who else will be helping out with this?"

I'd rather not say. Time is of the essence - we must go now.

Suddenly and swiftly Daredevil vanished from the back alley in Hell's Kitchen.

---

Bullets streaked through the air cutting close to the man with the white skull emblazoned on his kevlar vest. He ducked behind the van which acted as his cover and awaited his opportunity. Then when the storm of bullets ceased for the moment the vigilante known as the Punisher made his move and ripped into the gang bangers with a barrage of automatic gunfire. Their pitiful cries of agony were like music to his ears as he sent a final blessing to each of them sending them to their final resting place. When he was done he holstered his automatic pistols and climbed back into the van.

Frank Castle - I have need of you.

"Go away Strange. I have no time for your games. I'm sick of you capes interfering in my business."

This time I am only here for your aid. Innocent lives are at risk. I -- we need your help.

"You have powers Strange. You can do it yourself."

We have no time for this.

With a wave of his spectral hand the Punisher and his battle van vanished.

---

"So Ben what do you think about the food?" Jessica said.

"It's nice. I like it."

"Good - I mean I..."

"I think I get your meaning."

Jessica grabbed her glass and took a drink of her champagne. While Ben downed another glass of water and dug back into his salad.

"You really aren't the sophisticated type are you?"

"No, not really - though people seem to think I am some kind of preppie, but most people call me - uh - a nerd."

"I don't think you're a nerd."

Ben's spider-sense went off as he sensed some presence nearby.

Spider-Man I have need of your aid.

"Um, I have to go to the bathroom, Jess. I'll be right back."

"Oh okay."

"What is it Stephan?" Peter said in a low tone as he made for the bathroom.

Lilith and her brood have resurfaced on the earthly plane and the Ghost Rider is ill-prepared to deal with them due to his current crisis.

"This is the Ghost Rider we are a talking about Stephan - not Mister Immortal. He doesn't have problems. He just destroys whatever gets in his way."

That maybe true of the past, but this time the Ghost Rider's mind is so chaotic that he may not be able to stop him from himself from going too far. Innocent lives could be at risk if we let him tackle this alone while he is in such a delicate stage.

"I get it. You need old web-head to keep in line so he can do his job," Peter said.

Yes and you will have help.

"What? Who?

No time to answer - we must be off.

In a flash Ben vanished and appeared alongside Punisher and Daredevil only this time he was in his Spider-Man costume with his web shooters on and his utility belt around his waist with a full haul of web cartridges.

---

Johnny Blaze sat on a park bench with a bottle of tequila in one hand and a pocket watch in the other. He waited as the hand slowly turned and with each turn came his desire to let out the demon inside of him. But, not till dark. Only in the darkness can the Ghost Rider thrive. And that was why Johnny Blaze waited for the moment. Already he could feel the lick of hellfire running through his body as the sun began to set. He took another swig of his tequila and tossed it aside as his body burst into flames. And when those flames died the Ghost Rider was loose again. From his finger tips a hell-cycle appeared to give him transportation across the city so that he could deal justice to his latest victims. As he started to get aboard his hell-cycle a web dome appeared over him. He grunted in annoyance and burned it away only to find Spider-Man, Daredevil, and the Punisher on the right side of him next to a tree.

So you would invoke my wraith by impeding the progress of my mission!

"Sorry Ghostie, but you are not in your right mind."

"Why don't you settle down Rider and let us help you. Togthe--"

NO! I will hear no more of this! Innocent blood has been spilled and nothing in my path may stay my burning exaction of vengeance!

The Ghost Rider hopped onto his bike and peeled out. Spider-Man fired a web-line to stop him, but the Spirit of Vengeance chain was whipped around in a blazing fashion to cut through the bothersome foil. Daredevil tried to catch up and use his Billy Club to knock the Ghost Rider from his bike, but the hell-cycle accelerated to a speed that even horn head couldn't keep up with. Punisher simply watched and did nothing. Earning the glare from Spider-Man.

"Thanks a lot Pun - not only are you a psycho, but you are worthless when it comes to helping out people who really need it. I wish Strange never put you on this team to help Ghostie."

"I concur Spider-Man's sentiments," Daredevil said.

"I don't care. I don't want any part of this. I just want to finish the job I was doing."

Daredevil and Spider-Man looked at each other for a moment as a thought crossed their mind.

"Don't even think about it. I have c4 explosives in my van and it's parked right next to a busy street. I can't see you heroes looking very good in the public's eyes if something terrible happened to those people."

"H-he wouldn't!" Spider-Man said.

"This is the Punisher we are talking about of course he would. You are a sick monster Castle."

"See you later heroes."

"So much for that. What now?"

"We try and find the Ghost Rider."

---

"I am sorry mother I have failed. My brother Lavic is dead and I have earned your scorn."

Lilith was quiet and unmoving. Her power however radiated throughout their lair and Vida could tell that his mother was quite angry. It was a subtle empathic impression that she generated through her bond with all of her children.

I can not stand this any longer. First Noble Kale and his wretched Dan Ketch and now Johnny Blaze and Zarathos plague me. I must have a way to destroy them and you Vida I give you this chance to find that way.

"I will do whatever is necessary mother."

Good. Now leave me be. I must have time alone to mourn my beloved Lavic.

"Yes...mother."

---

Dan Ketch roamed the star studded realm with his eyes taking in every angelic item that was contained in the holy room. In the far corner of this majestic room was a being with large angel wings and a crown made of solid gold. He looked at Dan Ketch and an instant feeling of recognition filled Dan's being. It was him - the almighty one. Dan got down on both knees not knowing what to say or do. His thoughts were jumbled because he was in the presence of the great divine. Everything felt so innocent. How could he be in heaven? How could he be in the presence of -- god?

Dan Ketch - your life has been an agonizing cry of death and tragedy. You have been tasked with a heavy job and in it you have prevented the souls of the evil from escaping into the earthly realm. For this I thank you. Though, your soul was condemned by Mephisto -- my brother, I the king of angels and giver of life bequeath you this. A gift.

After feeling Jesus's melody in his head, which was how his brain interpreted the way Jesus spoke to him. Dan suddenly felt new life being breathed into his body. A cry of rejoice escaped his lips and he bowed before the holy king.

Now listen closely Dan Ketch. This gift comes with a price. Your life is now intertwined with that of your half-brother. That you must do for me. You must make sure that he doesn't stray from the path and that he keeps the demons in check. Including the demon within himself. I will not be giving you any special abilities to do this nor are you invurnable. You can still be killed again and that is why you must take great pains to be careful when you return to the earthly plane.

"Why me god? What makes me so special?"

You will be his voice of reason. Just like he was the skepticism that kept you from trusting the wrong people and making alliances with others. Trust your instincts and don't shy away the help from Earth's protectors. They can be just as useful to the goal you and Johnny are trying to achieve as having the Midnight Sons with you again.

"I understand. Thank you," Dan said.

With a gesture Dan was transported back to the earthly realm.