Charlie just lied there on the street in total shock. She couldn't believe what had happened. She had an encounter with the Ghost Rider... and survived. The skeleton monster had spared her, and he just left on his flaming motorcycle. Charlie could still hear the Rider's laughter, and it sent chills down her spine.

Then she remembered that Y/n was still back where she was taken by Lucky. She immediately scrambled to her feet and ran all the way back to where she last saw him. She had to see him. She needed to. But when she came back to that street, she saw nothing and no one. There was no bike, no Y/n, and no evidence that anything had happened there. Charlie immediately began to panic. Her mind began to race to figure out what had happened to her boyfriend's body and where he had gone.

Then she created a portal to the L/n residence and went through it. When she arrived, she landed in the living room to see Angel Dust and Fat Nuggets on the couch. He asked what was wrong and where Y/n was, and Charlie immediately broke down. She explained to the runaway Demon what had happened, from Riders' Edge to the chase and the Demons taking her, and Y/n dying to her homicidal rampage against her kidnappers to the Ghost Rider.

Angel did his best to comfort the princess. He wrapped all of his arms around her and pulled her into a hug as Charlie cried into his chest. They went through the night like this, with Charlie sobbing and Angel trying his best to comfort her. They both fell asleep like that, both worrying about their lost friend.

Timeskip...

It was near morning, and the Ghost Rider is seen riding his burning bike through a cemetery. However, it soon begins to stall as the Rider began to feel weak. The Hellcycle then stops completely as its flaming tires die out, and the Rider gets off his bike and stumbles forward before falling to the ground.

The morning sun soon rose and the Ghost Rider begun to hiss and groan and scream in pain. He felt his skull, feeling the skin growing back as his fire slowly died out. He then started crawling forward, making his way into the graveyard as he passes gravestone after gravestone. Then, as his fire finally went out and his skin finally reformed, the man reached out to two gravestones before finally falling unconscious.

Howard L/n
Beloved Son, Father, Grandfather, and Husband

Pearl L/n
Beloved Daughter, Mother, Sister, Grandmother, and Wife

A man then approaches the unconscious Ghost Rider, looking down on him in pity. He shook his head and bent down to pick him up.

Small Timeskip...

Y/n groaned as his eyes fluttered open. He sat up and held his head in pain. The boy looked around, seeing that he was in some kind of building. Then he spots some water in a cup nearby and grabs it. He takes a hard gulping of it, drinking it all and tosses it aside. He grabs another one and another one before they were all empty. He wipes his face with his sleeve before standing up.

He walks outside to find himself in a cemetery and spots a man not too far away. He was looking at a gravestone that read "CARTER SLADE". Below it read "INTO PARADISE MAY THE ANGELS LEAD YOU". Y/n walks up to him with another cup of water in his hand.

"Mornin', bonehead," the cemetery caretaker greets Y/n with a Western accent. "You alright? You looked pretty bad when I found you."

"I'm good. Feels like my head's on fire, though," Y/n states. "Thanks for the water."

The man only smiles at Y/n and chuckles.

"What's so funny?" Y/n asks.

"Ironic. Big on irony around here," the caretaker states. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

Y/n raises a brow at this before he drops his cup in shock.

"Oh, God! Charlie! I have to make sure she's safe!" Y/n declares. "Have you seen my bike?"

"Over there," the caretaker points to the side. "By the shed."

"Thanks," Y/n told the man and turned away.

"It does."

"What?" Y/n looks back at the man.

"Your bike. It looks normal if you're wondering," the man states. "And to answer your other question, last night did happen. And you, my friend, have made a very poor choice."

"What're you talking about?" Y/n asks.

"The deal you made," the caretaker explains. "That was probably the worst decision you could've made."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Y/n shook his head, confused. "What deal?"

"Don't worry. This is normal. You'll remember soon enough," the caretaker states. "At first as some kind of dream or vision, but you will remember. And last night will happen again. And again. And again until you learn to control it."

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Y/n asked the man.

"Question is, who're you?" the cemetery caretaker responds. "I guess we'll find out soon enough, huh, Rider?"

Y/n looked at the man in confusion. That name sparked something inside of his head, but he couldn't pin down why.

"Now, come on," the caretaker began to walk towards his shed. "Let's get you your bike so you can check on your girl."

Y/n slowly nods as he hesitantly follows the cemetery caretaker. He brings the teenager to the nearby shed and opens it up to reveal Y/n's Yamaha. Y/n sighs in relief and walks over to it, tracing his hand across the top. Then he grabs the handles and pulls the motorcycle out into the open before hopping onto it.

"Uh, thanks again," Y/n tells the caretaker, "for helping me. I thought I was dead."

"It's no problem," the man said. "Be safe, now."

"Yeah," Y/n nods as he turns on his bike engine. "Will do."

Y/n then drives off and back onto the road. The caretaker watches him ride off, eyeing him with pity.

"That boy doesn't know what he's in for."

Timeskip...

Y/n was on the main road now as he drove past the morning traffic. His mind felt like it had been ran over, put in a blender, and then set of fire which someone had put out by smacking it with a shovel. He could barely remember the previous night, but he did know that he had to make sure Charlie was safe. And what worried him most was that he didn't feel her at all, meaning the Connection Spell she used was gone.

"Moron..." a dark voice spoke to Y/n.

Y/n gets caught off-guard by it, making him lose control of his bike for a moment before correcting himself. He looked around in surprise, trying to find out who spoke.

"Hello?" he called out. "Who said that?"

No one answered, confusing Y/n. He swore he heard a voice, but he shrugged it off and faced the road again. He had to make sure he didn't crash, or his reunion with Charlie would be one in the hospital. Or the police department holding cells. Either one was plausible.

Not long after, Y/n rode up to his home and parked in the driveway. Killing the engine, the boy got off his motorcycle and ran up to the front door. Finding it unlocked, he opened it and ran inside.

"Charlie!" he called out. "You here?!"

A groan catches Y/n's attention and he ran into the living room to see Charlie lying on the couch. Angel Dust held onto her, and Y/n let out a sigh of relief and laughs to himself. Charlie was safe. She was okay.

"Thank God..." Y/n mumbled before kneeling in front of his girlfriend. "Hey, Char. Wake up. It's me, Y/n."

He gently shakes Charlie who slowly begins to wake up. She groans again and slowly opens her eyes.

"Ermg... Y/n?" her eyes land on her boyfriend. "That you?"

"Yeah. Hey, it's me," Y/n answered. "I'm so glad you're safe."

It took her a moment, but Charlie finally realized what was going on and sat up from Angel's arms. He began to stir as well.

"Oh, my Satan! Y/n, you're alive!" Charlie exclaimed and threw herself onto her boyfriend. "I thought you were dead! Or missing!"

"Yeah, I'm as shocked as you," Y/n hugged Charlie back. "I'm just happy you're okay."

"Me okay? Y/n, I was worried sick about you all night!" Charlie looked Y/n in the face as Angel's eyes opened. "What happened?!"

"Holy shit, Y/n!" Angel called out. "You're here! And alive!"

"Hey, Fluff Boy," Y/n waved at the Demon.

"Dude, what happened to you?" Angel asks. "Charlie told me you were dead!"

"Yeah," Y/n says. "I thought I was, too."

"How are you alive?" Charlie asked.

Y/n didn't actually know. He couldn't remember. All he knew was that he woke up at the cemetery alive and well thanks to that caretaker. And he had no idea who he was. All he knows was that he was saved.

"I guess... I was saved," he stated. "There must've been some kind of supernatural intervention and someone saved me."

"Like... some kind of good Samaritan?" Charlie asked.

"I guess," Y/n shrugged. "All I know is that I'm here now. Back with you. And I'm happy you're safe, princess."

Y/n kisses Charlie's forehead, making her basically melt at his touch. She then hugs her boyfriend and holds him close.

"I'm glad you're okay," she says. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"Yeah," Y/n says. "Me, neither."

Later, Angel had prepared breakfast for everyone. They all sat at the couch eating as Y/n flicked through TV channels. They had all decided not to dwell on the fact that he had been basically brought back to life after dying, but Charlie made sure to stay closer to him now. Her boyfriend didn't mind it, though.

As Y/n flicked through channel after channel, something made him stop at the news. A girl with a Gothic look to her was being interviewed by a reporter with brown hair.

"Dude, why'd you stop?" Angel asks. "Change the channel."

Y/n didn't listen. He was paying more attention to the TV.

"And can you tell us about this... 'good Samaritan'?" the reporter asks the girl. "What did he look like?"

"Well, I'll never forget him, that's for sure," the girl states. "He was tall, broad shoulders, and thin. Really thin, like boney. And he had this rad Yamaha. It was all flames, and stuff."

The girl paused before continuing.

"Oh, his face was a skull," the goth girl continues, "and it was on fire."

This made Charlie freeze. A flaming skull? Was it the Ghost Rider?

"On fire?" the repodter questioned.

"Yeah, like..." the girl then imitated the sound of fire as she waved her hands around her head. "Like that much fire. And I know it sounds weird, but it looked good on him. I mean, it was an edge look, but he totally pulled it off."

"Thanks...?"

There it was again. That voice! But like last time, he couldn't find the source of it. So he ignored it again. For now.

"Well, I don't know how to add to that," the reporter looked at the camera. "I'm Roxanne Simmson, on scene."

The news then stopped and went on for commercial. Y/n then took a moment before changing the channel again, not realizing he was touching his face. Both Charlie and Angel looked at him in curiosity. Why had he stopped at the news like that? And why was he being so quiet and chill about dying and then being brought back to life?

A couple of days pass after that, and Charlie had noticed more and more sightings of the Ghost Rider occurring. She was terrified out of her mind, and when Y/n noticed this he tried to make sure she was okay. She appreciated it, but she wouldn't be fully calmed down. She was scared that the Spirit of Vengeance would one day come back for her. Even if he had said she was innocent, being the daughter of the King of Hell also had its "perks".

Y/n had also begun having headaches more recently than not. And he has had visions of... terrible nights with screaming and death and fire. He had slowly begun to realize what the cemetery caretaker was talking about. But he begun to ask himself... what exactly was he? He decided to get some answers.

So there he was, riding down the road on his bike as the sun slowly began to set. He was making his way back to the cemetery to find its caretaker and the good Samaritan that saved him. When he parked, he started wandering the cemetery to search for the man.

"Hey! Old guy who saved me!" Y/n called out. "You here? I need to talk to you!"

The teenage biker keeps on calling out in hopes to get the man's attention, but he got no response. Well, from the caretaker at least. He did get a response, but not from who he wanted.

"I know I'm pretty ancient," a familiar voice tells Y/n, "but I still think it's rude to call me 'old'."

Y/n turned to see Lucifer Morningstar with his usual shit-eatin grin. Y/n immediately glares at him.

"You're not who I wanted to see," Y/n stated.

"What do you mean? You wanted to see the person you saved you," Lucifer's grin grows, "and here I am."

(Art by Voidseeker_ on Twitter. Credit to them)

"You're not the one you saved me," Y/n spat at the Devil. "That caretaker did. I don't know how, but he did."

"Who? Slade?" Lucifer laughed to himself. "He can barely save himself. No, it was me... Rider. Me and our little deal."

There it was again. That was the second time that week someone called you "Rider". Why? What was going on?

"What deal?" Y/n glared. "What do you want?"

"You still don't remember, do you?" Lucifer asked with a chuckle. "Don't worry. I can help you remember."

"That so?" Y/n questions.

"Indeed. Of course," the King of Hell grins, "it'll come at a price."

"And that is?" Y/n asks, now curious.

"You'll have to fight me for it," Charlie's father states and twirls his staff. "Impress me, and I'll help you. Fail, and... Heheh, well, I think that's be pretty obvious, now isn't it?"

Y/n kept his hard stare on Lucifer. Fight him? That sounded insane. But something told him to do so anyway. So he took out his revolver and fired three shots at the Devil's chest. He staggers back a bit from the impacts, but he only chuckles and the bullets just fall from his chest without dealing any damage.

"That's all you got?" he laughs.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise before firing another bullet. It strikes Lucifer's shoulder, but it barely phases him this time and the King of Hell begins walking towards the biker. Y/n keeps on firing shots, letting two more bullets hit Lucifer in the chest and face. They did close to nothing as the Devil got right in front of Y/n before kicking him away.

Y/n crashes through some gravestones, breaking them apart before sliding to a stop. The high schooler cough out some blood and wipes his chin clean from it. He then looks up to see Lucifer slowly walking up to him with a grin. Y/n grabs onto the gravestone behind him and pushes himself up to his feet.

"You know, most would've died from that simple hit," Lucifer states. "Any idea why you didn't die?"

Y/n gave no response. Instead, he only threw his revolver at Lucifer which harmlessly bounced off his face. He only sighed before snapping his fingers. Hooked chains suddenly appear and wrap themselves around Y/n's forearms. He looks at them in confusion.

"What're...?" he questions.

"I thought it'd be nice of me to let you use your signature weapons," Lucifer states. "So come on and--"

Lucifer blinks and Y/n is suddenly in front of him with glowing amber eyes. He slams a fist into the Devil's face and sends him sliding back from the force. Y/n took a moment to breathe before realizing what he did and looked at his fist in shock. How did he do that?

"That was... mildly impressive," Lucifer states and smiles at Y/n. "Not many Ghost Riders can use their power in their Human forms so fast."

"The fuck's a Ghost Rider?" Y/n asks in confusion.

"Oh, you'll know soon enough."

Lucifer suddenly appears in front of Y/n. The biker widens his eyes and grabs the hook on his left chain, swinging it at the Devil. However, Lucifer only grabs his wrist and keeps the sharp hook from touching him.

"Though, you are still weak," Lucifer states as he pushes Y/n down to a knee, "like every other pathetic little Human."

Y/n glares at the Fallen Angel as he grits his teeth. Then he grips the chain's on his other other arm's hook and yells as he stabs it into the back of Lucifer's thigh. He lets out a cry of pain and surprise, and Y/n takes out the hook before stabbing Lucifer again. The Devil glares at the teenager before kneeing him in the face and then kicking him away.

He lets go of the hook from the attack and the chains stretch as the Human flies back. Lucifer grins evilly as his eyes flash red.

"You're sloppy and unskilled," Lucifer states as he grabs the chains. "Untrained and weak!"

He pulls at the chains, bringing Y/n back towards him and grabs the boy.

"And unworthy to have the power of the Ghost Rider!" Lucifer declares and slams Y/n into the ground.

Y/n coughs up more blood and gags. His entire body was in pain. He couldn't believe that he wasn't dead.

"But I have use of you yet," Lucifer turns to the setting sun. "I know how the Rider works, and you will be transforming soon. And I want to fight you as that. Maybe then you'll give me a better fight."

Charlie's father lets go of Y/n, letting him breathe as he gasps for air. He coughs a bit more before his skin starts to burn. He begins to scream in pain as orange light shines underneath his flesh, and then his skin burns away as he sits up to his knees. Fire erupts from his body as all of his skin turns to ashes and all the remained was his bones, revealing a flaming skull in Y/n's clothes.

"RUUUOOOOAHHHHHHGHHH!!!!"

(Do I have to say this? It's from the Marvel comics, man)

When the fire died down, Y/n panted and fell on his hands. However, it wasn't Y/n. It was something completely different. Something monstrous and Demonic with insane powers, but Lucifer only grinned at the sight of him.

"Hello again," he greeted the scorched skeleton, "Ghost Rider."

The Ghost Rider looks up at Lucifer and glares at him. He stands to his feet and balls his skeletal hands into flaming fists.

"Lucifer," he greeted with venom in his dark voice. "I'm here. What do you want?"

"I know you try to fight me everytime you get a new host, hoping that they'll be strong enough to stop me," Lucifer grins. "So here I am. Let's continue our age-old tradition, shall we?"

"This isn't tradition," the Ghost Rider states as he readies his chains. "THIS IS WAR!"

And with that, the Rider charges at Lucifer with his flaming chains. The Devil only grins as he awaits for his fight.