2 Chronicle II: Night changes

Ten years have passed since then. Daniel was adopted into an average family, growing up like a normal child without the "changes" Mephisto mentioned taking place. However, the boy, now 17 years old, underwent a rather large personality change, being more reserved and less expressive.

His new family, the Johnson family, consisted of his father, Carl, his mother Iris and his brother Rex. Daniel, or Dante (a nickname lovingly given by his late mother) was happy and content with his adoptive family, to the point of completely forgetting the deal with Mephisto.

But all good things come to an end. One day, Daniel was coming home from high school, riding the motorcycle given to him on his sixteenth birthday by his adoptive parents. It was a beautiful machine that with little effort could reach high speed in a few seconds.

He traveled the streets of the city in his vehicle, dodging the cars and trucks on his way until he ended up in a deserted park. That park had become one of her favorite places; he discovered it in those days of trauma after the death of his mother, and within a short time he was enchanted by his tranquility and silence.

As he entered the place, the motorcycle begins to fail and smoke; reaching the point of stopping. The boy cursed under his breath, checking the mechanics of his transport. It was late at night; the rain was starting to fall and if he did not fix that problem soon, he would have to walk the rest of the way.

Without knowing it, a phenomenon was manifesting itself around him. The headlights flickered giving him a macabre touch, even the falling of the leaves seemed dangerous. The noises he had heard before were instantly silenced, as did the wind, which abated.

The boy noticed the falling of the leaves, looking around at his surroundings. He felt something. He did not know what it was, but he could not reject it: he had that feeling of being close to a trap and not being able to escape. He heard footsteps echoing through the ceramics of the path, calmly approaching him.

It was an old man in a burgundy raincoat.

- You...- said the boy, stammering with surprise and rage- I remember you!

-𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰, 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘭...-Mephisto stopped being a few meters from him, and spoke with a calm voice- 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

The memories of that fateful night reverberated in the boy's head. He remembered everything in detail, even seeing the same man who was in front of him leaving the scene.

- You murdered my mother, you damned son of a ...!- Daniel exclaimed, pouncing on the demon.

His attempted attack was in vain, as Mephisto appeared next to his motorcycle and the only thing he managed was to fill himself with dirt.

-𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘴... 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘭...-the man ran his hand over the motorcycle- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬?

That said, Mephisto withdrew his hand and the bike was consumed by the red flames of Hell, taking on a more demonic appearance.

The young man was shocked at the change of his vehicle, he was even attracted by the fire, he did not feel well, he felt a sharp pain in his mind; it seemed that his head was being drilled, to which he uttered a cry of agony and pain.

-What are you doing to me?! -Dante rolls on the ground holding his head, listening to voices whispering in his ears asking for his help, until they become shouts and exclamations asking for they freedom. Screams, pleas, curses; all of that echoed in his mind at an extremely high volume, making him cry from the suffering that came from those souls.

- "𝘈𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯. 𝘈 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 '𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳' 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦... -Mephisto squats, at the level of his ears-. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧... 𝘔𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵.

The man went into the shadows and disappeared, leaving Daniel in the hands of fate. He huddled on the ground, cold, his eyes wide at what he saw: thousands of souls wandered in his mind, transmitting to him the horrors of their sins. The volume of his words went from high to low, alternating between these two types of volume. His head from his throbbed from the terrible pain he felt; he tried to resist, until he couldn't take it anymore.

His eyes faded, leaving their sockets. Hishands became skeletal and his head caught on fire, the skin peeling off like charred paper. The skeleton raised its figure above the night, lighting the darkness with its flames of vengeance. Without saying a word, it stared ahead for a while, then mounted its motorcycle and accelerated, leaving marks of fire in its wake.

-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴

He stopped when he heard disturbances near him. He was in front of an archaic building, with graffiti on the walls. You could hear the screams of a woman, the meows of cats and the noise of breaking glass. The creature slowly entered the building, climbing stairs that creaked with every step, kicking into a family room, watching an unpleasant scene.

The man was frightened by his presence, but instantly took a lamp and threw it at him, hitting him in the jaw. The beast did not flinch and settled it; slowly approaching the man, who recoils in terror. What was heard next was the cry of a person who felt the true terror, and a phrase spoken with a dark and firm voice.

"𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔..."

The body fell inert to the ground, leaving the man in a vegetative state forever. After "eliminating" it, he addressed the poor woman who was sitting on the wooden floor, with bruises and blood in various parts of the body. She was watching him with fear, but with a gleam of appreciation in her eyes.

𝒀𝒐𝒖... -he pointed at her-.𝑰𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕.

After that, he turned on his steps and walked out the door, without even turning around. He left the building riding his motorcycle away from it, while he roared into the night alerting all the souls that keep darkness in his heart of his presence.

A new Ghost Rider was born.