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Trailer 1 - Weight Beneath My Sin
The night sky was filled with stars above the mojave desert, the moon was bright and full, acting as a beacon of light in the darkness. Atop of a large plateau was a spark of light, a campfire whose embers were being lifted into the air and scattered with the winds. If someone were to see this, they would think the embers were taking the shape of people as if to tell a story.
Around the fire is a campsite, with two sleeping bags, and a pristine 1991 Harley-Davidson Fat Boy parked off to the side. Someone was asleep in one of the sleeping bags, while a small lump was seen in the second one. The fire was cracking softly, and was drowned out by the soft strumming of an acoustic guitar.
Sitting atop of a small boulder was a young man softly playing a rather worn looking guitar. He looked to be in his early twenties, with tanned skin and coiffed jet-black hair, his eyes are a sea-green that's filled with a heavy sadness. He's wearing a black t-shirt beneath a black leather jacket that has three studs on each shoulder, a pair of black pants with a matching leather belt and tucked into a pair of calf length boots. He has on a pair of fingerless leather gloves, and a small heart shaped locket wrapped around his neck.
The young man stared into the fire as he mindlessly strummed his guitar, giving a small smile as he stared at the sleeping bags. Turning his gaze to the sky, he watched as a large cloud passed by, covering the moon. As it did, the fire increased in intensity, almost as if sprung to life to illuminate the campsite even more. He looked down at the blaze, and it died down to how it was before.
Looking back at the sky, the young man watched as embers from the campfire were lifted by the wind, and seemed to form the image of a girl. Seeing this, he began to strum his guitar, playing a somber and sorrow-filled tune.
"I'm sorry, but the tumor spread too much. There's nothing else we can do."
He watched as the embers scattered into the wind, and new ones were lifted up, forming the image of a skull.
"By sunrise tomorrow, she'll be as healthy as a horse. All you have to do is sign."
The young man watched as the embers flew away, a dark laughter filled his head. Still he continued to strum his guitar, opening his mouth and began to sing.
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
"Do you even know what it's like?! Waking up every day and just hoping that everything comes crumbling down?!"
"Yes! You aren't the only one who knows pain, Angel! We've all felt it, loss and sorrow, and that's why I haven't given up. Because I want to live to see the day that I'm free."
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
"I still think about her sometimes, you know? Most of my life was spent under his thumb, and she was the only thing that cared about me."
"I know what you mean. Sometimes all it takes is a single memory of her smile is what it takes to keep me going."
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
"Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror, and wonder where it all went wrong. Pain is an old friend, but loneliness is a different kind of feeling."
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
"Just think about it, kid. If you and I work together, nothing in Hell could stop us!"
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
"Look, it's best you three stay away from me. I don't want to be responsible for what happens if you all decide to ignore my warning."
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
"Who are you to act as judge, jury, and executioner to my people?!"
"I'm none of those things, Charlie… he is. I'm just along for the ride."
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
"I saw your memories… you were different back then. Full of life and joy, even if it was just with her."
"Loss changes people. I lost everything and everyone, all I have left is him."
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
"You remind me of her, to the point it's like she's still around. That kindness you share with her, I guess this place really is eternal torment."
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
"I don't want to hurt you, but I can't control him. Just being around me is putting you in danger."
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
"Deacon?"
Hearing his name being called, the young man looked back down at the campsite, and saw an anthropomorphic wolf girl in gothic clothing sitting up in her sleeping bag. She was rubbing the sleep from her eyes as Deacon gently put his guitar down next to him.
"Sorry Loona, did I wake you up?" He asked, sitting up and dusting off his pants.
"Woke up a few minutes ago." Replied the wolf girl, stretching her arms above her head. "Then I found myself listening to you sing country music of all things."
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with country music. It's more like people can't agree if new or old country music is better."
"Like that'll stop people from saying country music sucks." Loona said as she stood up. "Is it midnight yet?"
"Just about, means we got a party to crash." Deacon said as he pushed his motorcycle closer to the campsite.
"Shouldn't we wake up 'you know who'?" Loona asked as she pointed a thumb at the other sleeping bag. "I still don't get why you brought her along."
"I didn't. She heard me start my motorcycle, next thing I know she's hugging the back of my head and wouldn't let go." Deacon said as he pulled out a pair of binoculars and looked out into the distance. "Had to offer to wrap my chains around her neck tomorrow to get her to let go."
"Ha, kinky."
"I think you've been hanging around Angel too much." Deacon said as he pulled down the binoculars. "There they are… Niffty, I found some roaches."
Upon saying that, a small red blur shot out of the sleeping bag and scurried its way up the young man, before setting itself onto his shoulders. The blur in question turned out to be a small red-haired cyclops woman dressed like a maid from the 1950s, with a knife in hand and a crazed look in her single eye.
"Where are they?! I need new roaches for my puppet shows!" Niffty cried as she waved her knife around, before blinking in confusion. "Wait, where are the cockroaches?"
"About five miles out." Deacon said as he pulled the cyclops off of him and gently set her down.
"Oh so you lied to me, you bad boy~!" Niffty said as she hugged the young man's leg, ignoring the smoke that began to come off of his body.
"Okay, maybe we should take a few steps back." Loona said as she grabbed the shorter young woman and pulled her away, much to the latter's annoyance.
Heat and smoke began to emit from Deacon's body, his sea-green eyes turned into a fiery orange color. His skin began to burn and peel away, a demonic scream was released from his mouth as his body transformed into a skeleton engulfed in red hot fire. His clothes began to transform as well, the studs on his shoulder turned to spikes while his gloves became spiked leather gauntlets. A thin stream of fire shot out of his right hand and morphed into a hooked chain, which he then wrapped around his torso.
Deacon had transformed into something feared by the depths of Hell, and scorned in the kingdom of Heaven: The Ghost Rider, punisher of the wicked and the Spirit of Vengeance.
Mounting the Fat Boy, the Ghost Rider started the motorcycle and revved the engine. Flames shot out of the exhaust pipes as the wheels were engulfed in flames, appearing as if they were made of fire. Niffty let out a cheerful giggle as she escaped Loona's grasp and sat herself onto the Rider's lap. Letting out a sigh in annoyance, the wolf girl sat behind the Spirit of Vengeance and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Let's ride." The Ghost Rider said as he revved the motorcycle's engine and drove it off of the plateau.
The Rider and Niffty laughed as they momentarily soared through the air, meanwhile Loona was screaming in panic and fear. The Harley landed with a thud but continued its course. The trio rode through the mojave, the rumble of the motorcycle filling the air as the ethereal glow of hellfire illuminated them in the night.
And cut! Trailer ends here! Hope you all like this. For anyone wondering, this whole thing is basically short 'trailers' for stories I either have planned, or short chapters for stories I planned but never really panned out. I've read things like this from other authors on and Wattpad, so I thought I'd toss my hat into the ring.
This is the former, as I've been planning a Ghost Rider x Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss crossover, and I thought doing a trailer was a good way to announce it. Ghost Rider is one of my all time favorite Marvel characters, and I've been busting my gears to figure out what to do with it. Then I started reading some pretty good Ghost Rider/Hazbin Hotel crossovers.
Not gonna lie, I originally thought to do it with Lucifer, but thought 'Nah, let's do Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss'.
So I hope you all liked this trailer, and are excited for the full story that I planned to release next year. This has been Draak D. Sol, and I'll see you all next time.