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This inexplicable feeling gave Johnny an overwhelming urge to transform.
Driven by this powerful impulse, Johnny opened the door and stepped outside. The streetlights lining both sides of the road were flickering erratically, casting an eerie glow on the otherwise desolate street. The darkness of the night seemed to swallow everything, and the silence was deafening, making the atmosphere unnervingly strange.
Johnny, clad only in slippers, stood quietly, gazing across the street. As the flickering lights alternated between dim and bright, a figure emerged. Dressed in a slightly purple suit, the man's pale, handsome face stood out starkly against the night.
The moment Johnny saw him, a single word instinctively formed in his mind: demon!
The urge to transform surged within Johnny, growing stronger by the second. Hatred and anger bubbled to the surface, threatening to overwhelm his sanity. But through sheer willpower, Johnny managed to maintain a fragile grip on his composure.
"You're much stronger than I expected," the figure said, breaking the silence. His voice was smooth but carried a dark undertone. "As the Ghost Rider created by my father, seeing you always stirs up mixed feelings."
"Your father..." Johnny narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the man before him.
"Yes, my father," the man replied with a faint smile. "Compared to previous Ghost Riders, you're a bit weaker. But they've all fought countless battles and vanquished enemies in my father's name. It's understandable."
"So, who are you?" Johnny demanded, his voice tinged with suspicion.
"You can call me Blackheart," the man said, his smile widening.
"And your father?"
"Mephisto," Blackheart answered without hesitation, his tone almost casual. "The demon king who rules Hell. I believe you've met him before."
Johnny didn't deny it. Instead, he remained silent, wondering why Blackheart, the son of Mephisto, had suddenly sought him out.
Sensing Johnny's unspoken question, Blackheart took a step forward, crossing the street to stand before him. His expression shifted into one of amusement as he said, "You seem puzzled about why you became the Ghost Rider."
"I do find my identity quite strange," Johnny admitted.
Blackheart smirked. "I think you already know the answer. You once signed a contract with him."
Johnny's eyes flashed as memories stirred within him. He thought of the mysterious old priest he had encountered as a child, during the darkest moment of his life—when his father was on the brink of death. The memory resurfaced, vivid and haunting.
"It seems you've remembered," Blackheart said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It was a conspiracy from the start, Knight. Making a deal with the Devil is madness. He imbued you with the Spirit of Vengeance, turning you into his Ghost Rider. After death, your soul belongs to Hell."
"You're nothing more than a slave—a puppet."
Johnny's eyes narrowed as he responded, his voice steady despite the storm within. "I don't think you're here out of kindness, crossing over from Hell just to answer my questions."
Blackheart chuckled, his expression calm and calculated. "You're right. I came here for a reason. I want to win you over. I'm preparing for the day I overthrow him."
"You expect me to join you in rebelling against the ruler of Hell?" Johnny shot back, his tone incredulous. His unspoken question lingered in the air: Why would I ever follow you?
Blackheart, undeterred, provided his answer—a revelation that left Johnny stunned.
"Because whether you admit it or not, you will resist him one day."
Johnny's gaze hardened. "Why would I?"
"Johnny," Blackheart said, his tone taunting, "are you truly content with your life as it is?"
Johnny frowned but remained silent. Blackheart continued, unfazed by the lack of a reply. "What if I told you that your peaceful existence will soon be shattered?"
Johnny's expression shifted, a flicker of unease crossing his face.
Blackheart smiled knowingly. "You can't escape your fate, Knight. The moment you signed that contract, you were marked by Hell. As a Ghost Rider, how many demons out there would relish the chance to destroy you? You're a symbol of vengeance—and of their despair."
He took a step closer, his voice lowering into a dark, persuasive tone. "The only reason I can even find you is because of him. He enjoys watching you suffer, watching you drown in anger and despair. That's how he shapes you into the perfect Ghost Rider—a spirit that hates demons with every fiber of its being."
As his words faded, so did Blackheart's form. His figure dissolved into the shadows, leaving the flickering streetlights to return to their normal glow.
Johnny stood silently at the door of his apartment, his mind racing. The encounter had left a storm brewing in his heart.
Elsewhere, within the mirror dimension...
Under a clear sky, the calm sea was suddenly disrupted. Towering waves, hundreds of meters high, surged with terrifying force, sweeping across the horizon. These colossal natural disasters dwarfed humanity, rendering people as insignificant as ants, vulnerable to annihilation.
And yet, amidst the chaos, there were those who stood apart.
Bang!
A thunderous explosion echoed through the air, and within seconds, a massive blue slash, hundreds of meters long, tore through the sky. It sliced apart the turbulent sea, heading straight for the one controlling its chaotic waves.
Floating gracefully in the air, Wanda stood tall, her red coat and flowing cloak billowing behind her. Her slender hands stretched forward elegantly as she faced the incoming attack, a slash powerful enough to cleave an island in two.
In an instant, time seemed to freeze. The devastating slash shattered upon reaching Wanda, disintegrating into countless azure light particles that scattered into the air before descending into the sea, creating towering water pillars in its wake.
As the remnants of the attack dissipated, a figure materialized behind Wanda like a phantom, moving so swiftly that even she had no time to react.
The figure wielded a gleaming cross-shaped sword, its blade honed to an unnatural sharpness, and swung it mercilessly at Wanda's neck. The sheer force of the blade caused the air to howl, a testament to its destructive power.
But just as the edge of the sword came within half a meter of Wanda's skin, it stopped abruptly. An invisible force held it at bay, red tendrils of energy coiling tightly around the weapon, neutralizing its momentum.
Wanda, unfazed, raised her right hand and snapped her fingers.
Boom!
A deafening burst of energy erupted outward, a violent shockwave tearing through the air with her at its center. The force was overwhelming, and the figure behind her let out an anguished scream as they were sent hurtling away. With a thunderous crack, they vanished into the distance, their presence erased by the explosion.
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Wanda's lips. Without hesitation, she traced intricate patterns in the air with her hands, weaving a complex and arcane design.
In the blink of an eye, the mirror dimension warped into chaos. The world turned upside down, its space folding and twisting in defiance of logic and physics. The sea folded into impossible angles, creating jagged planes that stretched far beyond comprehension. The sky descended beneath their feet, while the ocean floated above their heads.
In this disorienting, inverted reality, those trapped within found themselves falling endlessly, as though the very concept of a stable ground had been erased.
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