Sin.
This world reeks of it. Murder and crime rates reaching new highs everyday and no one seemed to care. Perhaps, that is why Dan Ketch, or more so, Noble Kale, were drawn to this place. It practically cried for vengeance and redemption.
A shrill scream pierced the night. A woman's scream coming from a nearby alley way. The brand on his hand appeared and it looked as if he would have little choice in whether or not the spirit he shared his body with would be released,
In a flash of hell's fire, where once stood a young man, now stood a leather clad, spirit of vengeance. The Ghost Rider. A creature born of a sin and the guilt brought with it, seeking vengeance and redemption both for the guilty, and himself.
The Ghost Rider's laughter rang through the concrete canyons. The thugs dropped the woman and stood in fear and awe of this thing before them. Kale stepped into the alley and the thugs ran. They wouldn't escape though. No one ever escapes harsh, cold vengeance.
Chain rattled and clinked as the Rider's main weapon lassoed the men and brought them to the feet of the Ghost Rider. He picked them up and forced them to gave into his hollow "eyes" The men screamed in agony as their souls were lit ablaze. His work done, the Ghost Rider dropped the men and left them with one parting sentence. "Do no more evil."
The Ghost Rider had arrived.
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