Post by Spider-Man Beyond on Aug 12, 2007 15:52:20 GMT -5
Ghost Rider #8
Better the Devil You Know... Part 2
Better the Devil You Know... Part 2
Written by Mike Bowen (Spiritofvengeance)
Edited by Daniel Dyer (Spider-Man Beyond)
Blackheart sat silently pondering his next move against his father’s throne. To a human being, the mind-numbing screams of the damned being tortured wouldn’t be conducive to deep thought, but for Blackheart it was soothing.
The monster’s fire-red eyes started to droop, almost as if the screams were putting him to sleep when a small demon burst into the room, drawing Blackheart’s ire.
“Why disturb me now!” he bellowed at the demon.
The tiny thing smoothed its scaly wings over its scarred torso, almost whimpering in the presence of one so powerful. If one looked closely at the scars on the small demon, they would matchup perfectly with the claws on Blackheart’s right hand. “Rishcaw has returned, Master,” the demon wheezed. “He’s brought an answer.”
The news jarred Blackheart out of his seat. With his triumph in igniting the latent curse within Dan Ketch, he’d almost forgotten that he¹d sent one of his emissaries to the farthest reaches of the Arctic to try and forge an alliance with the mother of all demons. Lilith.
Little was actually known of Lilith, save for tales of her vast power and the legacy of her myriad of progeny that have wreaked havoc across the globe. Mephisto has given her a wide berth, though she is still stuck in the Arctic, imprisoned in the belly of an ancient leviathan by sorcerers just before the fall of Atlantis.
Given that his father either fears her or respects her powers, it was only natural that Blackheart had tried to enlist her aid.
“Excellent,” he sneered, a thick, black tongue flicking out between his jagged teeth. “Bring him in before me now!”
The messenger demon bowed quickly and skittered from the room, his talons clicking on the hard stone. Moments later the door swung open and in limped Rishcaw. Normally a stout demon of medium power, Rishcaw looked as if he went to war with Mephisto himself. The entire right side of his body was burnt black, his flesh peeling off to reveal pink muscles underneath. The majestic horns that he took so much pride in were cracked and splintered. His entire right arm was missing from his elbow down.
Blackheart held down a chuckle as he watched his envoy limp into the room. “Do I need to even ask what the answer is?” he said in an annoyed tone.
“The lady Lilith bids you thanks,” Rishcaw stuttered. “Please accept the use of her son Blackout as you see fit.”
A look of astonishment spread over Blackheart’s face. “She agreed?”
“The lady Lilith bids you thanks,” Rishcaw replied. “Please accept the use of her son Blackout as you see fit.”
“Is that all you can say, you feeble-minded littl...”
“Greetings, Blackheart,” came the cold, stark voice of a female from the demon’s mouth. “I¹ve heard your proposal and can spare one of my Lillin to assist you in your quest. My son, Blackout, will be arriving shortly.” With that, smoke began to rise from the head of Rishcaw as fire burned its way through his skull. At first it seemed like the fire was about to burst through his chest, but as Blackheart watched it was a hand, not fire pushing its way towards the open air.
With a sickening pop, the hand burst through the demon’s chest and began to rip at the flesh surrounding it. After several minutes, a pale, nude man was kneeling on the chamber floor, covered in the demon’s thick, black blood.
“Blackout, I presume?” Blackheart questioned as the figure began to rise.
“That’s right,” it answered as he licked the blood off of his fingers. “You must be the boss man. You don’t look important enough to me that Mother would send me to help you.”
“Looks can be deceiving,” Blackheart muttered. “But I do need your help. I need a man killed, but he is the only one I want you to kill. Any innocent blood you spill will lead only to your demise if you confront him.”
“No problem,” Blackout said. “But why can’t you just do this yourself?”
“Impossible,” Blackheart countered. “My involvement in this must be kept a secret. Now go, and make sure you get the job done.”
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