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Jojo's Mansion...
Jojo went still.
Not because something happened. Because something had arrived.
"…That's new,"
He muttered as he felt the immense amount of sin which had successfully entered the forks borders.
Alice felt it a second later. Seeing the serious expression on Jojo's face.
But enough. Her expression tightened realizing .
Rosalie straightened instantly.
"…What is it?"
Jojo didn't answer right away.
Because what he felt—Wasn't just power.
It was weight. Sin. Thick. Enough he could say the one who has entered the Forks is not a normal person.
Pressing against the edges of Forks like something testing the boundary before stepping fully inside.
Then—Jojo stood. Fast. Decisive.
That alone told them everything.
Alice's voice dropped as she guessed what was one Jojo's mind.
"…Someone powerful entered the Forks right?"
Jojo glanced toward the distance.
"Something worse," he said.
Rosalie frowned hearing Jojo says its worse means it must be really worse.
"We going or—"
"No."
That cut her off instantly. Jojo turned to them.
"...."
"Go back to the Cullens,"
He said adviced them to go to Cullens Mansion. No room for argument.
Alice's eyes flickered.
Trying to see ahead—But the vision—Slipped.
"…Be careful," she said quietly.
Jojo's lips curved faintly.
"I always am."
He stepped out of the mansion.
Outside the Mansion. The storm greeted him like an old friend.
Jojo walked toward his bike.
Then—He stopped in his tracks. And whistled.
-Whistle!
The sound cut through the rain unnaturally—Carrying further than it should.
A second later—The ground shifted.
From the darkness—of the house the burning hell hound arrived.
Biffer.
Massive. Eyes burning faintly.
Presence heavy enough to bend the air around it.
It didn't bark. Didn't growl. It knew.
What its master its after sensing the immense amount of sin coming from one direction.
Jojo looked ahead.
"Find it."
Biffer turned—And bolted. Not running.
Hunting for the target which its master wants to.
Jojo stepped forward—And then—Black smoke erupted all over his body.
Not fire. Not yet. Something darker.
Heavier. It swallowed him whole—And when it cleared—He wasn't Jojo anymore.
He was judgment.
With a hell fire roared revealing his ghost rider form.
A skull wreathed in hellfire.
Chains coiled like living serpents.
Eyes burning with something far older than vengeance.
The bike behind him—Shifted. As the hell fire moved all over its body.
Metal twisted. Flames ignited.
Hellfire roared to life.
As the bike had transformed fully matching the Ghost rider.
He swung onto it in one smooth motion.
The engine didn't start. It screamed.
-VROOOOOMMM!!!
And then—He was gone.
A streak of fire tearing through the rain-soaked roads of Forks.
Following the trail—Of something that should never have entered.
Meanwhile at the borders of Forks...
The bald man paused. Mid-step. His head tilted slightly.
"…Ah."
A smile crept across his face.
"Now that…"
He adjusted the massive box on his back.
"…feels interesting."
Feeling the immense danger on him.
The bald man stepped off the road and into the trees.
No hesitation. No caution. Just… curiosity what kind what him feel danger.
He stopped in a clearing.
Rain filtered weakly through the canopy above, turning the ground slick and reflective.
"…Come on," he murmured. Because he could feel it now.
Something fast approaching him. Something burning he could smell. Something wrong.
Then—Footsteps.
Which don't belong to a human. Not light.
Heavy. Rhythmic. Closing in like a beast.
He turned towards the direction from where he felt the approach.
Too late to react—But not too late to see.
From the darkness suddenly fire came—It erupted. Biffer.
A beast forged in hellfire.
Flames licking across its form like a living storm.
Eyes glowing with predatory intent.
It lunged. Fast. Trying to tear down its target.
But the man—Slipped aside. Effortless. Avoiding the attack from the Biffer.
The hellhound slammed into the ground where he had stood, fire scattering across wet earth with a violent hiss.
The man turned slowly. And stared.
Not with fear. With fascination looking at the flaming hound before him.
"…Oh."
His eyes widened slightly.
"…You're interesting."
Biffer growled low, circling now, flames intensifying.
-Growl!
The man tilted his head. Studying. Analyzing the bald man who avoided its attack.
"I wonder…"
The bald man muttered in low voice,
"…how your structure holds under that kind of energy."
Not a threat. But as A question.
And that—Was worse. The air shifted.
His body began to change. Muscles expanded.
Skin paled unnaturally.
The tattoos across his body—Glowed.
Then—Electricity cracked. Not small sparks.
Violent arcs of raw energy surged across his form, snapping through the air like living whips.
The ground beneath him blackened slightly.
His frame grew larger. Broader. Showing his true form.
Not monstrous—But no longer entirely human.
Biffer's stance lowered.
The flames along its body surged higher.
As it prepared for the battle.
Recognizing—This was no ordinary prey.
The man smiled. Wide. Unhinged. Liking the attitude of the specimen before him.
"…Let's take a closer look."
He stepped forward. Lightning exploded outward.
Biffer lunged again—This time faster—This time serious.
And somewhere behind the trees—A low, rising roar echoed.
-VROOM!
Not from the forest. From the road. Fire. Approaching.
Biffer struck first.
Jaws clamped down—Hard.
The bald man's hand disappeared between flames and teeth.
But instead of blood—Lightning burst. Crackling. Violent.
The wound sealed almost instantly, electricity knitting flesh together like a storm refusing to let damage remain.
"…Fascinating," the man whispered in awe.
He held Biffer in place.
Not struggling. Not panicking.
'Studying.'
Then—He placed the hellhound back on the ground.
Gently.
Biffer snarled, flames flaring higher.
The man looked down at his hand.
Burned. Not badly. But enough.
And it didn't heal. Like before or always did for him.
For the first time—Something real flickered in his expression.
"…You can hurt me."
Not in fear. But in Excitement.
His eyes gleamed brighter.
"I need to understand that."
He reached forward again—Curious. Almost childlike.
Then—A roar. Not animal. Not thunder. Engine.
-VROOOMMMM!!!
A blazing streak tore through the forest.
As it slammed into him.
The man didn't even get a chance to react.
-Bam!
A hellfire-forged motorcycle slammed into him like a meteor.
He was launched—Crashing through trees—Splintering trunks—Until he slammed into the fourth with a violent crack.
-THUDS!!! -CRACKS!
Silence settled over.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then—The bike skidded. Spinning. Stopping in a controlled drift.
-Screech!
Flames licking the ground beneath it.
From it—He rose from the seat. None other than Ghost Rider
A skull wreathed in hellfire.
Chains whispering like something alive. Judgment given form.
He stepped forward. Slow. Measured. And the forest bent around him.
Because he felt it. The weight of sin.
Heavy. Layered. Ancient.
"…YOU REEK OF IT,"
His voice burned through the air.
The bald man stood again.
Not shaken. Not angry.
'Intrigued.'
He stepped forward. Eyes wide. Almost glowing.
"…You're even more interesting,"
He murmured in awe. He leaned closer.
Studying the skull.
The flames. The impossible structure.
"How are you functioning without—"
He raised a finger.
Slowly. Curiously.
Aiming straight toward the empty eye socket.
He wanted to touch it.
To test it. To understand it.
He never got the chance.
Ghost Rider moved. Fast.
His hand snapped forward—Grabbing the man's wrist mid-motion.
Grip tightening.
Then—A punch. Direct. Explosive.
The man's head snapped sideways as he was driven back again—Feet carving into the ground.
But—No blood. Only Sparks of lightining.
Electricity burst outward from the impact point, crackling violently across his body like a broken circuit.
Ghost Rider paused.
"...."
Just slightly. Not confusion.Recognition.
"…NOT HUMAN."
The man straightened. His smile widened.
Electric arcs danced across his skin, illuminating his tattoos in jagged flashes.
"Correct."
He rolled his neck slightly.
"But you…"
His eyes locked onto the burning skull.
"…you shouldn't exist either."
Biffer circled behind him again.
Flames rising. Waiting. For the comment from its master.
The man spread his arms slightly—Lightning building.
Energy rising. Curiosity turning into anticipation.
"Let's see,"
He said softly as he cracked his fingers,
"…which of us breaks first."
The forest held its breath.
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