If you Could Become the Rider

If you Could Become the Rider

 Imagine if you had watched all of your friends and family die. Picture a clandestine devil, offering you a penchant; to reap vengeance at the cost of your sanity. You would be his, and you would have your revenge. If you had this chance, would you take it, knowing your fiancé, daughter, and best friend would be avenged? This is the basis for the series Ghost Rider, which is based off of various goetic entities.

Hypothetically, I would, and I'd be happy when I send those fiends to the depths with my penance stare. I would devastate the guilty, knowing the dead would rest finally in peace.  I would not care one bit for morality, and gladly sale my soul to Mephistopheles. This is not unlike the deals that warlocks were said to strike. I have not one bit of remorse for the guilty who would hurt the innocent, and would love to see them suffer.

Morals are for those who haven't watched all that they love die. I would gladly sale my soul if I could be the Spirit of Vengeance. Lovecraft knew that there was little that separated fact from fiction, as did Franz Kafka. I've been known for my mind, and my kindness. I now wish to ride on. I've been driven to madness already, there is no need to debate said fact.

Your body, filled with energy, surviving injury, with immense strength. Instantaneous healing, and a resolve that makes you a real force to be reckoned with. This is what it takes to be the real rider. This is my dream. To let the sun die and the night breeze blow against my face.

I've received a 5 star review, had a paper porn involving cannibalism been read over 17,000 times, and have blog views totalling over 105 k. I suppose my mind was never enough to truly assert my presence. Now, it is a time to strike up hellfire with Mephistopheles, and do what I really want to do. This is my life, my legacy, knowing that I exist while my loved ones are dead and predators still hunt the night. Maybe I'll finish off Cthulhu, once and for all, and wear his head for a hat.

You choose at one point to do what you love over the right thing or having friends, fame, or fortune. I suppose real devils weren't scary to me because they weren't truly demons, but more forlorn Gods who tempt man. Ammon and Pan were two such, as various others, like Rahab. I became a shaman to have friends, not become powerful. I ended up with both. I learned to harbor sympathy for what we believed was demons.

Where you may find this fancy or funny I'm putting my blood on a contract tonight. I'll retain my humanity, I always do. The Gods ascertain those who put their will in writing. I learned the wonders of the cosmos long ago. The problem with most people is that they don't believe in vengeance. Thor wasn't this way. Maybe I'm the urban Thor type. I know how to balance my love with equal hate. People could call me immoral, but I merely call myself honest. If this read like a Marvel fan fic, awesome. We all have things we grow up to love as a child. But, when we stop loving it, and instead live in, that is when a child truly becomes a man. I'm 37, time to wreck some havoc. Ride on!