Hey guys, here's chapter 3 of Helluva Spirit of Vengeance. This'll be the chapter where our favorite good-hearted thespian imp turns into the Spirit of Vengeance for the first time. Here we go.
Moxxie sped down the road on his new bike, a trail of flames left close behind. He was going well beyond breakneck speeds and had no control over it. As he rode, the stuff around him started to either melt, burst into flames, or straight up explode.
The bike did a hard turn on a nearby corner. The bike drove until it arrived at an open, abandoned warehouse where it skidded to a screeching halt. The action caused Moxxie to fly off the bike and slide face first across the ground until he stopped in the middle of the floor.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Moxxie heard a voice.
"Huh?" Moxxie lifted his head and saw four figures. Judging by their appearance, he had a feeling that these were the children Mephistopheles spoke of.
"What's an imp doing here on Earth?" Shroud asked.
"More importantly how?" Zephyr added.
"Who cares? He's SO CUTE!" Terra said with a valley girl accent, gushing at the sight of the imp. Ok, that made Moxxie blush a little. Clearly, she was the youngest of the four.
"You think all imps are cute, Terra," Marina said with a roll of her eyes.
"Not all… just the small ones like him," Terra corrected, "I mean, look at him with that adorable little bowtie and conductor suit and—is he burning?"
The four children of Mephistopheles looked towards the small imp as he stood up with smoke coming off his body. Moxxie growled, looking down at his trembling hands. Down at his hooved feet, flames started to grow. Moxxie held his head as if he were in pain.
The thespian imp screamed at the top of his lungs which turned into hysterical laughter as his flesh started to burn away, revealing bone. Soon the flames at Moxxie's feet burst into a towering inferno that scorched the ceiling. In a minute, the tower of flames died down completely. When it did though, Moxxie was still there, but was drastically different.
His head changed into a flaming skull with a permanent scowl, and the rest of his body had changed into a flaming skeleton. Even his tail had turned into flaming bone. The white parts of his horns had changed to orange which radiated like embers and the same went for his hooved feet.
His outfit has changed as well. It had gone from a conductor of classical music with a bowtie, to a badass biker outfit with a black leather jacket zipped up to his stomach. Underneath the jacket was a navy-blue shirt. The only thin that remained from before were the fingerless gloves. His outfit wasn't the only thing that changed, his height did as well. He was a foot taller, taller than Blitz with broader shoulders and a puffed-out chest.
At this moment, this wasn't Moxxie, the thespian imp and weapon specialist of IMP. This was the Ghost Rider, the Spirit of Vengeance and punisher of the wicked.
"An imp? Our father chose a lowly imp to be the Ghost Rider?" Shroud said in a condescending tone.
"At least he mixed things up this time. Normally he chooses a human," Zephyr commented.
"Aww! Can't you go back to being an imp? That form's cuter," Terra said with disappointment in her voice at the sight of the transformation.
"Let's not play any games. Back to hell now!" Ghost Rider said while pointing a finger at them, his voice having become rather raspy and distorted.
"Not a chance," Shroud said.
"Oh, can I take him?" Marina asked, cracking her knuckles, "It's been a while since I got a bit of practice in."
"Go ahead," Shroud said.
Marina chuckled as she walked closer, ready to see what this new rider is capable of... even if she's confident that she'll kill him. Marina shot a powerful jet of water from her hand, hitting the rider head on, knocking him into a crate. There was a brief pause...
Followed by the crate bursting into flames, burning it to ash. The rider stood there, now having a long chain in hand. He swung the chain, wrapping it around Marina's wrist and proceeded to pull her over with surprising strength. She was caught by him and then slammed into the ground.
"I gave you a chance," the rider said, "Now you have no one to blame but yourself."
Marina growled then turned into a pool of water. She then moved and reformed behind the rider. She shot water at him, trying to extinguish him. The rider countered by shooting a blast of fire from his mouth. The two attacks collided, creating a huge cloud of steam. Through the steam, the chain came out and wrapped around Marina's neck. The Rider pulled on it, sending Marina to her knees, as the Rider walked up to her. With one swing of the arm, the Rider swung the chain and slammed her into a wall.
The rider roared and lit his chain up in flames, burning Marina at the neck. He began to pull the chain, bringing her closer and closer, before she was at his feet. He grabbed her by the hair and her shoulder, and began to pull, until he ripped her head clean off. The rider then shot fire at the head and body, evaporating the water she-demon completely.
He turned to where the others were, but saw that they were gone. The rider growled. He placed his fingers in his mouth and whistled, summoning his motorcycle. He then placed his hands on his bike, roaring as he used the power of hellfire to transform it from a regular motorcycle to a flaming hellcycle. He got on and revved it up before speeding off in search of them, leaving a trail of fire on the ground behind him.
Elsewhere, in a nearby building, a midget in a white suit and red tie sat in a huge swivel chair with a cigar in his mouth.
"So, you think you could get away with taking a piece of my money?" he turned around to a blonde woman who was being held by the arms by two goons.
He walked up to her and took his cigar out of his mouth.
"Let me show you what happened to the last prick that tried that." he said, pressing the still lit cigar into the woman's eye.
The woman screamed. That scream caught the attention of the Rider.
"Help!" the woman screamed, "Help!" she screamed again.
Suddenly, the rider crashed through the window. Everyone turned to the flaming creature who roared.
"And what are you going to do if we—" the drug lord was cut off by the rider swinging his flaming chain, burning the two goons to ash.
The rider looked at the woman and motioned his head towards the door, silently telling her to leave. She didn't need to be told her twice. She booked it.
The rider then looked at the head honcho.
"You... guilty!" he pointed to him. He then walked up to the drug lord, grabbing him by the collar of his suit, "Look into my eyes..." he said, lifting him up.
The drug lord pulled out a knife and stabbed the rider in the shoulder. However, when he pulled it out, the blade of the knife melted, shocking and frightening the drug lord.
"Your soul is stained by the blood of the innocent..." the rider growled, the drug lord trembling with fear, "Feel their pain!"
The drug lord was then shown and felt all the pain he had inflicted upon others over the years. The short man screamed as his soul was lit ablaze, followed by his body. The rider dropped him and returned to his bike.
The rider rode out until he was out in a field. That's when the sun started to come up. Time was out, it was time to return to hell. The rider got off his bike and fell to the ground. The rider panted as he crawled, his flames dying as shrunk and turned back to Moxxie, the imp screaming in pain. He began breathing heavily and was sweating immensely. He then collapsed, passing out.
No sooner than when he did, a womanly figure approached his unconscious form.
And that's the end of this chapter. I would've had this out sooner, but I had a really hard time trying to make this not like the movie. Sadly, I couldn't help myself. Hopefully next chapter won't take as long to put out.
I had help with chapter thanks to my friends Mr. Hardcor3 and Anaveragejoe.
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