The Cursed Rider

Daimon rolled his eyes an sneered at the mocking skeleton.  His look was a warning that his rage was far from sated.  He considered demanding more of an explanation, but spirits such as this always talked in circles and never gave a straight answer without physically acting out their mission.  Besides, why waste time fighting for words with a spirit when he could be burning demons to cinders to get his rider back?

"I'm not asking for anything of yours. Blaze got lazy because of you." Zarathos scoffed. "You could be useful in keeping the denizens of Hell distracted... but I ask nothing of you, demon."

The familiar tone of voice cut through his rage like a knife, but that did nothing to quench it, it only served to stop his relentless attacks. 

"Blaze was living on borrowed time," Zarathos snarled, pacing slightly. "But he's not done. There's more to be done. He got sloppy. Content. Peaceful." The skeleton seemed to glare at Daimon, as if blaming him.

Daimon whirled to face the new flaming entity that stood before him.  Perhaps it was some demon’s idea of a sick joke, raise the skeleton of the Rider.  Perhaps he would get information out of the corpse.  Perhaps he wouldn’t.  Either way, it would prove a good way to vent his rage and whatever had done this. 

Zarathos took every hit Daimon threw, waiting for him to finish. He felt the pain, but it was only pain. It was nothing compared to his drive to complete his mission.

Daimon wasn’t in Hell when he felt something shift, but he felt it nonetheless.  It wasn’t just a shift of power either - it was almost emotional.  It nagged at the back of his mind until he set aside what he had been working on and left.  A rush of fire engulfed him, and even in the few seconds it took for him to teleport where he needed to go, his unease grew. 

While Daimon investigated - and raged - the burnt skeleton lay still in the ash and dirt. The Hellfire that was signature to Daimon Hellstrom overpowered the base Hellfire that burned the earth, and awakened within...

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"Wow... Johnny" the charred voice came from a female Rider. "Do you remember me?"