CONFLICT

Standing before an alter with the shattered moon above, an elderly man in white robes with a cross over his neck stood as blind folded men and women sat before him in silence, turning to an acolyte as they handed him a ceremonial dagger, two large men in white roes stepped forward to show they had a Cat Faunus against her will, tied and gagged with her eyes red from crying, she gave one final struggle by elbowing her captor to her right, the left one gave her a backhand that sent her to the floor, her head striking a rock that left a gash on her forehead, a single drop of blood fell as she was dragged to the alter.

Lying within the bed with Taiyang cuddling her, Summer Rose slept peacefully with a content smile as she snuggled into her husbands chest to keep the warm feeling in her soul at bay.

The scene was one of adorableness as the Beowolf slept at the foot of the bed with a new Collar around it's neck.

The two had gone to reconcile after years of Summer being dead.

The moment however, was ruined by a deep rage rising from Summer's new tenant as her eyes snapped open for silver fire to glow within.

The woman stepped out of the bed to show her naked form to the Beowolf as it stood up with a low growl, Summer moved to the wardrobe in search of clothes, putting on a pair of black jeans with a red shirt that left her abdomen exposed, over that was a Leather shirt that Tai owned but never wore, finishing this look was a pair of leather biker gloves and Boots.

Stepping out while stopping at her tattered cloak, she stared at the old fabric for a moment before she took it carefully to wrap it around her neck, the last of it hung to her lower back as she stepped outside with the Beowolf.

Summer stared at her home before her flesh burnt away with silver fire, leaving the Spirit of Vengeance staring blankly before it's head snapped to the right, the leather jacket bubbling from the heat while the midriff looked like smooth magma, The Beowolf took a stand to it's right before kneeling down for it's rider to saddle up, the Spirit summoned Summer's weapon to holster it on it's back, the rider gave a sharp whistle that made the Beowolf explode forward, just as Taiyang ran out the front door to the house with a pair of pants, the sight of silver footprints fading from the Running Beowolf left him stunned before moving back inside, picking up his scroll he dialled the one number he could think of.

"Tai, been a while"

"Raven, I need you to try and teleport to Summer" Getting silence from the other side, the woman's voice spoke heatedly.

"Is this some kind of Joke, Xiaolong?"

"Shut up and answer me, Summer came back but she was different, she has a pet Beowolf"

Standing over the struggling sacrifice while speaking to the followers, the face of William Stryker, raising the blade above the Faunus' heart to stab her, her eyes widened in terror as the blade fell with force.

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If not for fate to intervene as the doors of the chamber snapping open , causing panic to all but Stryker who stared impassively, seeing a snarling Beowolf with it's eyes glowing silver instead of the usual red, his eyes snapped to a figure beside it as she stood at the doorway, the individuals skull aflame with silver fire as she looked to the frame of the door way, a low hiss echoing from her as her skull slowly, almost lazily before the skull snapped to a cowering woman, the thing in a way twitched in reality to be face to skull with the SINNER, forcing the woman to stare into the sockets, the being spoke with a deep raspy voice of a female, grabbing her by the throat, her head was engulfed with hellfire, leaving her screaming as the other cultists tried to flee if not for the Beowolf to follow in it's riders steps and slaughter them in kind, throwing a few to break bones on impact, the rider stared at Stryker who had a passive look even when his followers were being slaughtered, in a new world where the Freaks were left alive and unpunished by the lord, his mission remained the same even after his untimely death.

Stepping down the steps to the alter, The rider, like a striking cobra, kept it's eyes on him even as it slaughtered the fools following this arrogant man.

Throwing a chain to decapitate a man whose body burnt to ashes, three more cultists shared the same fate as they tried to pray to a recently introduced god, that god in a sense forsaken them, leaving them to the Rider instead.

Standing before Stryker who stared at the rider with naught a fear on his face, the Beowolf had finished the last of the cultists before licking it's muzzle of blood.

Leaving the would be victim staring at the rider in horror and awe.

"William Stryker…"

"Ghost Rider, I see you have another host to parasite off of" getting a low hiss from the being as it's eye sockets in a way glared into his eyes, the reverend still remained calm.

"She was the first pure soul I found in this world, you however brought the rot with you" getting a glare from the reverend, he spoke in anger.

"My mission was given to me by the lord himself, you blaspheme against him by undoing his newest acolytes from cleansing this world fro-" Getting his mouth held shut by a strong grip from the Rider, it spoke lowly.

"You never did the lords bidding, Reverend, you followed the orders of the one below" before the rider could end the man, the room grew chilled as the sacrifice looked down in confusion as her breath became visible.

"She's right you know?" Snapping it's head to the doorway, the rider and reverend stared at the sight of a man in a black leather coat with his skin pale with short spiked hair.

The human face of Blackheart stared at them both, sporting a pleasant smile as he stepped into the room while admiring the carnage within, he carefully stepped around the puddles of blood and ashes, it was this moment the Rider noticed a key difference from they're last encounter within that village years ago.

Staring at the rider with Blue eyes, Blackheart spoke to Reverend.

"Despite what you thought, you William Stryker, were never working in the lords name, you were working for the Devil himself, because as they say, the Devil is handsome" stepping around the rider to stare into the Reverend's eyes, the demon smiled pleasantly while the Reverend glared.

"You dare try to trick m-GACK!" grabbing the man by the throat with the rider snatching her hand away, it watched in curiosity as Blackheart made his body shrivel up, the reverend grabbed his hand weakly as Blackheart spoke.

"The lord will judge you for the blood upon your hands, may you find some shred of peace with those you've killed in the name of the devil" dropping the corpse to stare at he would be sacrifice, the Faunus stared at the two with fearful awe.

Moving to help her, the rider grabbed Blackheart by his left shoulder, turning him to her, the Spirit stared for any sign of deceit… with none staring back.

"Why?"

Smiling at his once adversary, Blackheart spoke with a simple smile.

"You get to think of things differently when coming eye to eye with the penance stare" before the two could move to free the poor Faunus, a a red and black portal opened up at the doorway, turning to it, a woman stepped through before stopping at the two before her, blinking in alarm as the fiery skull of silver, the woman's eyes widened as the flames receded to show Summer Rose staring back at her with a saddened look.

"Summer?"

"Branwen"