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When the ghost rider's chain was about to connect with Rex.
Rex's reflexes kicked in.
The moment Ghost Rider's chain snapped toward his throat,
He twisted with a snarl and launched himself sideways, dodging the burning metal by inches.
"____"
Hiss~
With a squelching hiss,
The red gloop from his mutated feet shot upward like a grappling line, anchoring into the ceiling.
In one smooth motion,
He flipped and landed upside down,
His claws gripping the charred plaster as though gravity were a minor inconvenience.
His arms split.
Both limbs grotesquely unfurled into dozens of writhing tentacles, their slimy red skin pulsing with unnatural veins.
With a shriek,
Rex twisted away from Ghost Rider's flaming lunge—
And bolted across the ceiling, racing toward the others—
Toward Veronica's family,
Inadu, and the blind nun, who stood with her Bible open, her voice rising louder and louder in Latin scripture.
Her chant was steady.
Calm. Holy.
"Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo…"
But to Rex, the sound was like acid in his ears.
"Shut up, you cursed hag—!"
Rex hissed as the pages of her Bible began to turn red, heat pulsing from the holy verses.
The tentacles lashed out—dozens of them, long and jagged, aiming to skewer the nun and the humans behind her—
FWOOSH!!!
A ring of fire exploded around the group.
The flames burst from the floor in a perfect circle—
Ghost Rider's sigil, carved into reality by hellfire itself.
The tentacles screamed.
Upon touching the flame,
They boiled instantly, bubbling and hissing, melting into red goop that sizzled on the salt-laced floor.
The salt ignited, burning with a harsh, crackling light that turned the writhing pieces of Rex's body into a smoldering, shriveling mass.
Rex roared in fury.
He dropped from the ceiling with a crash, one of his arms still half-regenerating.
"That Bible... that flame... THAT GIRL!"
He shouted, voice warping.
"I'LL TEAR YOU ALL APART!"
Ghost Rider stepped forward, the hellfire reflecting off his burning skull.
"NO. YOU WON'T."
As the tentacles tore through the air, one of them veered toward Inadu,
Its grotesque form hissing with anticipation.
But before it could even reach her—
A wave of black smoke burst out from around her feet.
It wasn't ordinary smoke.
It moved with intent, swirling with an unnatural chill, crawling up the incoming tendrils like a plague.
The moment it touched them—
FSSSSHH!
The tentacles began to decay at an alarming rate.
The slimy red flesh cracked, dried up like brittle bark, and crumbled to dust mid-air.
Rex stopped cold.
"____"
His remaining tentacles snapped back like scorched nerves.
His eyes widened, first with confusion—
Then fascination.
He could feel it now, unmistakable and potent.
'Death energy… She controls it… No, she breathes it.'
He turned his full gaze on Inadu.
"You…"
He muttered, stepping closer as his skin sizzled with residual heat.
His voice softened—
Almost reverent.
"You're not like them."
His mangled jaw shifted back into place with a crunch,
And a wicked smile crept over his burned face.
"You're perfect."
He bowed low with theatrical exaggeration, still smoldering from his fight with Ghost Rider,
But suddenly trying to play the charming gentleman.
"My dear lovely lady, why waste your talents among these sheep?"
He said, holding out a clawed, bloodied hand.
"Come with me. Marry me. Together, we could give birth to a new age… a new species in demon."
His lips curled as he whispered.
"Our children would be gods, born from death and chaos. You could raise them. Rule them. Be worshipped by them."
His greedy, glowing eyes locked onto her like prey.
The offer was a lie—
Everyone could see it.
He wasn't proposing;
He was baiting her.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Ghost Rider's flames crackled louder.
Veronica's family were stunned.
The blind nun's chanting never stopped.
Inadu didn't flinch.
"____"
She stared at Rex with her usual calm—
Unblinking, unreadable—
But then…
She sneered.
Her lips curled into a cold, taunting smile.
"You've been getting your ass handed to you since this fight began,"
She said dryly.
"And now you think proposing makes you some kind of king?"
She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes.
"If anything, you're the court jester… bleeding, twitching, and begging for attention."
{(A/N): What could be the worst thing a girl could say.}
A low chuckle left her lips.
Chuckle~
"You talk like you're leading this war… but all I see is a worm squirming in fire."
Rex froze, eyes twitching, fists clenched.
His tentacles coiled tighter behind him like wounded serpents.
For a long second,
The room was silent—
"____"
Except for the faint hiss of Ghost Rider's smoldering flames and the blind nun's steady chanting.
And then—
"UNACCEPTABLE!!!"
Rex's scream shook the walls.
His fury erupted like a volcano, heat blasting outward as red glue shot out of his back like angry wings.
"YOU DARE TO MOCK ME?! A HUMAN—A WOMAN—YOU'RE NOTHING! NOTHING!!"
His voice was shrill now, borderline deranged.
"NO ONE MOCKS REX! NO ONE!! EXCEPT THAT OLD HAG—AND YOU'RE NOT HER!! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO—TO WORSHIP ME!!"
He roared, ignoring the hellfire-scorched throne where Ghost Rider now slowly rose from his seat, cracking his neck.
Crack~
"WELL BAD WAY TO BE REJECTED,"
Ghost Rider's voice boomed, all flame and fury.
"DON'T WORRY I WILL SET YOUR HEART ON FIRE."
HAHAHAHA!
Rex stood there like a broken-hearted idiot, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, still processing the rejection like some teenage boy who just got turned down by his high school crush.
He waved his arms in frustration, completely ignoring Ghost Rider—
"____"
As if the Spirit of Vengeance was just background noise.
Big mistake.
Without a word,
Ghost Rider picked up the scorched throne-like chair—
Still dripping with hellfire—
And with a flick of his arm, hurled it like a meteor toward Rex.
CRACK!
Rex ducked instinctively,
But what followed wasn't natural.
There was a swish,
A twist—
His body moved in a way that should've dislocated every joint, like bones made of warm rubber.
Even the spectators—
Veronica's family, the blind nun, and Inadu—
Shuddered at the inhuman contortion.
But Ghost Rider wasn't done.
In one fluid step,
He vanished in flame—
And reappeared behind Rex.
"YOU'RE DONE."
WHAM!
A brutal soccer kick connected squarely with Rex's face straight at nose,
His head exploding into a spray of red glue mid-air like a bursting water balloon.
For a moment, silence.
"____"
Then the body twitched.
Schlurp—
The red glue crawled back together, muscles knitting, bone forming, eyes popping into place—
And seconds later, Rex stood again.
He dug into his coat like this was an inconvenience, pulled out a half-eaten chicken leg, and took a big bite, chewing slowly.
"Okay… that hurt,"
He muttered through a mouthful.
"But damn good kick. 10 outta 10. Wouldn't mind a rematch after dinner."
His voice slurred a bit, but that twisted grin was back—
Eyes darting toward Inadu again.
"So… about those kids?"
As Rex wiped the last bit of grease from his lips, his eyes subtly flicked toward Ghost Rider—
Who stood like a burning statue, unmoving, unreadable, but unrelenting.
Deep inside, a sliver of worry twisted in Rex's gut.
This flaming demon in leather was more than a match.
His hits landed harder than anything Rex had faced in centuries, and the way he seemed to burn through every defense made Rex's regenerating body ache with phantom pain.
But despite the pressure, Rex smirked.
"Heh… doesn't matter."
He muttered to himself, loud enough only for Inadu to catch with her unnerving silence nearby.
"They can overpower me, sure. But kill me? Not in this realm. Not even in the cursed one. I always survive."
His tentacled form twitched and adjusted, like a cockroach ready to scurry.
Escape was always an option.
It was always his backup plan.
Even now, several exit routes were calculated in his mind even through they were blocked by the shield—
Through the roof, beneath the ground, behind the blind nun (though that seemed suicidal now),
Even a dimensional tear he'd been quietly brewing near the corner.
If Ghost Rider knew the exact line of thought threading through Rex's mind…
He would have laughed.
Loudly.
Mockingly.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN OUTRUN VENGEANCE?"
A deep, thunderous voice boomed suddenly from behind, as if answering the thought directly.
Rex froze.
"____"
He hadn't spoken aloud.
He slowly turned—eyes widening as Ghost Rider stepped forward, one boot at a time, hellfire swirling around his chains like a predator scenting blood.
"YOU THINK ESCAPE MAKES YOU IMMORTAL."
The flames behind the Rider flared—
Casting long, angry shadows.
"BUT THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SURVIVING..."
Ghost Rider raised a burning finger and pointed directly at Rex's core.
"...AND BEING FORGIVEN."
The temperature rose.
The world quieted.
"____"
Even Rex—cocky, arrogant, and oozing ego—
Took a step back.
Ghost Rider's boots echoed like war drums as he approached the retreating Rex, hellfire rising with each step.
The very air shimmered with heat—
Not from flame, but from judgment.
He stopped just inches from Rex, towering over him like a looming executioner.
"YOU MENTIONED AN OLD HAG."
The voice was low, guttural, and drenched in vengeance,
Each word scraping against reality like a rusted blade.
Rex flinched.
"WHO IS SHE?"
Another step forward.
The shadows seemed to recoil from the Rider.
"DO YOU HAVE COMPANIONS ROAMING THIS WORLD FREE?"
Each question cut deeper, more invasive, as if Ghost Rider wasn't just asking with words—
But prying directly into Rex's soul.
"HOW MANY ARE THERE?"
Rex's face twisted with panic.
"____"
A flicker of regret ran through his features—
He had blabbered what he shouldn't have.
It was just a taunt... just a stupid comment.
But this flaming bastard had latched onto it like a bloodhound.
His eyes narrowed.
Fury replaced fear.
"Tch... fuck off, you walking furnace!"
Rex spat, sneering, trying to mask his fear with bravado.
"You're just another freak with a skull fetish!"
Ghost Rider didn't move for a second.
"____"
Then—
He chuckled.
It was low, guttural, and horribly amused.
"YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT."
In a blur, both of Ghost Rider's burning hands snapped forward, grabbing Rex by the sides of his head like a vise.
The scream Rex tried to release never made it past his lips.
AHHHHHHHHH!
"LET'S HAVE A LOOK... INSIDE."
The hellfire surged.
Reality around them darkened.
As Ghost Rider's infernal stare locked onto Rex, flames of judgment erupted from his eye sockets—
Searing into the very essence of Rex's soul.
But Rex didn't scream.
He lunged.
Like a dying beast refusing to fall, he latched onto Ghost Rider's skeletal torso, his twisted arms wrapping around him in a grotesque embrace.
The moment contact was made, a wet, squelching sound echoed.
The red goo that composed Rex's regenerative flesh sloshed upward like a rising tide, crawling over Ghost Rider's ribcage, slithering around his spine, neck, and arms. It pulsed with vile life—intent on smothering the Rider's flames.
Ghost Rider staggered back a step—not from pain, but from surprise.
Rex's voice gurgled in Ghost Rider's ear, distorted and dripping with malice.
"If I'm going down... I'm taking you with me, flame-bitch..."
The goo writhed like hungry serpents, digging into the gaps of the skeleton—
Trying to digest bone, to smother hellfire, to kill what cannot be killed.
The air around them grew thick and black, as the red sludge began to hiss—
Melting under the heat, yet regenerating itself as fast as it burned.
The flames sputtered, but refused to go out.
And then—
Ghost Rider's jaw creaked open.
"YOU... DISGUST ME."
GRAAAAAAAAAAA!
Suddenly, the fire surged brighter—
hotter—
purer.
A pillar of red yellow hellfire erupted from his body, blasting out in all directions.
Rex shrieked as the goo sizzled, burning away chunks of him with every passing second.
Still, he clung on, desperate.
The energy he had reserved all his life to survive, to adapt, to cheat death—
It was now burning out.
But he wouldn't let go.
Rex struggled—
More desperately than he ever had before.
The red goo,
Once his invincible armor and regenerative core,
Now screamed like a thousand dying beasts,
Writhing in agony as the Hellfire devoured it greedily.
The goo tried to retreat, slithering away like venom seeking escape,
But—
CLACK.
Ghost Rider's flaming skeletal hands clamped down,
Grabbing the goo by its tendrils mid-flight, dragging it back toward him.
"YOU STARTED THIS."
His voice echoed like the sound of death tolls from the deepest abyss.
"NOW YOU FACE YOUR JUDGMENT."
Rex's body spasmed.
His limbs, half-melted, thrashed as he tried to pull away.
His face, once smug and full of defiance, twisted in horror as realization dawned.
This wasn't just death.
This was erasure.
"NO! I—I'M IMMORTAL!"
He roared, a blend of terror and denial.
"I CAN'T DIE LIKE THIS! I'M—"
But Ghost Rider cut him off with a thunderous laugh that rumbled the very ground.
GAGAGAGAG!
"YOUR SOUL'S ROTTEN, REX. EVEN HELL REJECTS YOU. ONLY OBLIVION AWAITS."
The blue-white Hellfire erupted from the Rider's chest—
Engulfing Rex fully.
His red goo bubbled, thinned, and evaporated, leaving nothing but ash.
Rex's final scream—
Twisted, guttural, and filled with despair—
Was swallowed by flame.
And then—
Silence.
"____"
"____"
"____"
The ground sizzled.
The air shimmered with heat.
All that remained of Rex... was a charred crater.
Not even bones.
Ghost Rider stood at its center, flame still roaring along his skull.
The air was thick—
A silence so heavy it pressed against everyone's chest like an invisible weight.
The once-decorated room of the Veronica's family had turned into a smoldering battlefield,
Rex's ashes still glowing faintly in the crater behind.
Ghost Rider turned slowly, the blaze of his skull casting dancing shadows on the cracked walls.
"____"
The others—
Watched in absolute stillness.
He walked toward the Ouija board, its wooden surface now twitching slightly, as if alive.
Without a word, he raised one finger—
And snapped.
FWOOOM!
Hellfire poured down from above like divine punishment, setting the Ouija board ablaze in a heartbeat.
But instead of simply burning, the board reacted.
Blood began to seep—
No, gush—
From the scorched wood, boiling as it ran across the floor, hissing and steaming on contact.
Runes carved deep into the board glowed red, then black, then vanished in the flames.
Then—
A scream.
KRAAAAAAAAA!
Not human.
Not animal.
Something ancient.
Something cursed.
Something that should never have been allowed to touch this realm.
It screamed in agony as it was torn apart, not by fire—
But by something far worse.
Judgment.
Then, as quickly as it began… silence.
Only the crackling flames, and the steady, squelching drip of blood sliding off the burned edges of the destroyed board.
Ghost Rider stood motionless for a moment, staring into the fire.
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