( 3rd POV )
The night was ablaze with hellfire as two demonic figures tore through the frozen highway, their battle turning the road into a molten wasteland. The winter storm that had once blanketed the area in silence was now a battlefield of roaring engines, whipping chains, and searing flames.
The black Hell Charger thundered forward like a possessed beast, its tires leaving trails of fire as it sped across the ruined asphalt. Atop the demonic muscle car, a skeletal figure cloaked in hellfire stood—Eli Morrow, the twisted spirit that had hijacked Robbie's body, now fully in control, making the kid could only watch the situation in his backseat.
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Behind it, another infernal force roared—a motorcycle engulfed in an orange flame. Johnny Blaze, the original Ghost Rider, leaned forward as he sped through the burning remnants of their destructive path. His chain, wrapped in hellfire, crackled with lethal energy as he prepared for his next strike.
Eli Morrow's grin stretched impossibly wide as he spread his arms, his burning skeletal hands glowing with malevolent energy. "You've been on my ass for weeks, Blaze! What the hell do you even want?" His voice was an unholy growl, layered with malice.
Johnny's hollowed sockets burned bright as he twisted his wrist, accelerating his hellcycle. "I want to know what the hell you really are, Morrow. Your action was far crueler, you didn't purge them with your stare, and you wantonly destroy everything on your way." His voice was gruff, filled with righteous fury.
"As far as I can senses, you ain't no Spirit of Vengeance at all."
Eli laughed, the sound echoing through the night like a demonic hymn. "Oh, what did you know geezer! As far as I can tell, every single one of my victim deserve much worse! Fuck your rider stare!" He roared at him with an intense fury.
"Your sissy ass interference help that bastard, Ivanov, slip out of my hands! When I finally found him, you and the other riders will be my next target. So, I suggest you wipe your neck clean and pray that hell will at least accept your filthy demon soul!"
"I'm what happens when you stop playing by the damn rules, AHAHAHA!"
Hearing Eli's crazy rant, Johnny didn't waste any more words. Instead, he whipped his flaming chain forward with expert precision. The chain snaked through the air like a striking serpent, aiming straight for Eli's chest.
But the hellish specter atop the Charger reacted instantly, twisting his torso unnaturally to dodge the strike before launching a counterattack.
The trunk of the Hell Charger snapped open, revealing a swirling pit of fire and darkness, from which multiple chains of hellfire erupted, seeking to ensnare Johnny like a predator pouncing on its prey.
Johnny jerked his handlebars and spun his motorcycle into a sharp drift, narrowly dodging the ensnaring chains. He retaliated with a vicious turn, snapping his own chain in a wide arc.
The searing links clashed against Eli's chains midair, sending sparks and embers scattering across the battlefield. The impact sent a shockwave of hellfire outward, igniting the already scorched road even further.
Eli's eyes gleamed with twisted delight as he yanked his own chains back and hurled a blazing fireball at Johnny. The veteran Ghost Rider reacted with the skill of a seasoned biker, revving his engine and jumping his bike over the projectile at the last second.
He flipped mid-air, releasing his chain downward, and it struck the Charger's hood with a thunderous crack, leaving a deep, molten gash.
The Charger swerved violently, but Eli merely laughed. "You think you can break my ride, Blaze? This ain't some puny cheap ass machine like yours—this thing was built for hell itself!"
Johnny landed with a heavy thud, his wheels skidding against the flaming road. "Naive... Then let's see if hell can handle me."
With a flick of his wrist, Johnny spun his chain into a spinning cyclone of hellfire, creating a vortex of pure destruction. The cyclone swirling flames roared, licking at the air as they surged toward Eli like a living entity.
But the spirit-possessed fiend was not easily outmatched. He slammed his foot down onto the roof of the Charger, channeling a surge of corrupted hellfire that split the ground itself, sending molten asphalt flying in every direction.
Johnny reacted swiftly, leaping his bike off the crumbling road just as a massive fissure threatened to consume him. Mid-air, he twisted, swinging his chain in an overhead arc, bringing it crashing down like a hammer of divine retribution.
The impact was catastrophic, striking the Charger's engine block with an explosion of energy, sending Eli stumbling backward.
Eli snarled, now growing impatient. "Enough with all of this bullshit! It's almost time to hunt that Russian pig, I bet he already catch the bait I prepare for him. Time to say goodbye, old timer."
Johnny's gaze remained firm. "Not yet, Eli. I'll make sure monsters like you won't run wild anymore."
Eli let out a furious roar and lashed out again, his Hell Charger suddenly kicking into overdrive. The vehicle surged forward with unnatural speed, trying to create a gap between them.
Yet Johnny accelerated toward the Hell Charger, but this time, he didn't aim to strike from afar. Instead, with a perfectly timed jump, he leaped from his bike, landing directly onto the roof of the speeding Charger.
His boots left scorched imprints against the metal as he steadied himself against the shifting vehicle. Eli sneered in amusement, unbothered by Johnny's bold move.
"Oh, you're approaching me? Fine by me!" Eli roared before charging forward.
"I can't beat you without getting closer." Johhny calmly replied.
Eli swung a hellfire-infused punch, but Johnny sidestepped, catching Eli's arm and twisting it behind his back in a painful lock. The Charger swerved wildly beneath them, but both combatants balanced like seasoned warriors atop their infernal battleground.
Eli growled and contorted his body unnaturally, slipping free from Johnny's grip. In an instant, he twisted and drove a burning knee into Johnny's ribs, sending the veteran Ghost Rider stumbling backward.
Johnny gritted his teeth, regaining his footing just in time to parry Eli's incoming flaming claw strike. Sparks of hellfire burst between them as their blows clashed in rapid succession, each strike sending shockwaves of searing energy outward.
Johnny ducked under a wide swing and countered with an upward slash of his hellfire chain, sending him to the air before wrapping his chains around Eli's torso. He yanked hard, sending the possessed specter hurtling across the Charger's roof, attempting to smack him down.
But Eli twisted mid-air, planting his feet against the trunk before launching himself back at Johnny like a burning projectile. The collision was fierce, sending both Riders tumbling across the roof of the speeding Charger in a chaotic, fiery struggle.
The battle raged on, neither combatant willing to yield an inch. Johnny drove an elbow into Eli's skull, momentarily dazing him before following up with a brutal knee strike to the jaw.
Eli snarled, retaliating by grabbing Johnny's face and slamming his head into the metal roof, leaving a dented roof in its wake.
The air shimmered with supernatural heat, the flames reflecting in their hollow eyes as they struggled for dominance.
"Now, who have the high ground here, huh? You piece of s–"
Just as Eli prepared to finish Johnny off, a towering wall of ice erupted in their path, gleaming under the moonlight, its presence unnatural amidst the fiery chaos. Neither Rider had seen it coming.
"What the–"
BOOM!
Eli's eyes widened as he barely had time to react, the Hell Charger slammed into the frozen barricade at full force. The impact was catastrophic. The Charger's hood crumpled, the windshield shattered, and flames that erupted from the car was put down by the sudden drop of temperature and its mystical ice.
The violent collision launched Eli off the roof, sending him tumbling across the smoldering pavement with a bone-rattling thud.
Johnny, having sensed the chance to get off, used the moment of impact to push himself off the Charger, leaping back toward his hellcycle. He landed perfectly on it, revving his engine as he skidded to a stop.
He glance at the wreckage. "What the hell…?"
Then, before either Rider could fully recover, the air vibrated with a new sound—a powerful engine approaching from behind.
The Shadow Border.
A sleek, mechanical behemoth tore through the road, its advanced chassis reflecting the unholy light of the battlefield. Chaldea had arrived.
Eli groaned, struggling to rise as his healing power kicking in and he spotted the approaching vehicle. His fiery gaze narrowed. "What the hell is that?"
Johnny remained silent, his attention also fixed on the approaching machine. He could feel the presence of multiple entities inside—his instinct as a Ghost Rider is tingling. A powerful force had just entered the fray.
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