Ghost Rider Spirit | Of Vengeance 2012

“Why do I care?” Johnny muttered.

He was hiding. Not from the Devil. From himself. ghost rider spirit of vengeance 2012

They found Danny in an abandoned monastery perched over a canyon of thorn and bone. The boy was chained to a stone altar, a crown of rusted nails hovering over his head. Around him, cultists in black breathed incense that smelled like burnt rubber and funeral lilies. “Why do I care

Roarke laughed. “You can’t save him. You can’t even save yourself. But I’ll make you a new deal: give me the Rider willingly. Let me ride that skeleton like a stolen car. And I’ll let the boy live.” freed. The chains of shadow shattered.

Danny collapsed, freed. The chains of shadow shattered.