Marvel: Mr. President - Chapter 272: Dreams

Chapter 272: Dreams

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“Ghost Rider?” Hector wondered what the being was even hunting there.

He decided to go out and look for himself. “Stay in here. One stare from that thing can kill you easily.”

He’d rather not have Tony die now for his sins of the past. Of course, man would eventually pay for them in the afterlife, but not right now.

“What is that thing? It’s scary as hell.” Tony exclaimed in wonder.

“A demon? Are we under attack?” Natasha wondered as she was the director of the shield, and it was her call to assemble the avengers.

“Bwahaha… no, he’s not evil but is a demon. I know what it is, but none of you should come close or expect to be attacked. It’s a demon spirit that’s tasked with hunting evil. And its powers have no upper limit. However, it must occupy a human body to do something, and as we all know, human bodies have limits.”

Tony looked around himself. “Since when did the devil become kind? And why is he here? Did someone commit a crime here? Captain Rogers, did you do something? Maybe used bad language.”

“Why are you asking me?” Steve wondered.

“Well, you’re the most honorable man here, so if you did something wrong, won’t that affect you pretty badly?”

Everyone rolled their eyes hearing that and watched as Hector proceeded to meet the skeleton demon.

…

Hector was wondering which Ghost Rider it was, knowing that there were a few in the comics, although he didn’t know the name of each one of them.

He flew to the motorcycle riding being and stopped nearby. He had taken out Mephisto’s book of contracts and found the file of one Johnny Blaze, the Ghost Rider, in front of him.

“Ah, signed the contract to save his father but still got betrayed? Hmm, classic Mephisto, that’s why you never deal with the devil. One moment you sell your soul for once in a century guitar talent, the next moment you get your fingers chopped in an accident.” He muttered and moved closer to the demon.

He shouted to get attention, as he believed that since he was a higher being, the Spirit was not able to sense him.

“Hey there, fella. What are you doing here? Is there any sinner here?” He asked as if the being was a little kid.

The Ghost Rider turned its skull head and looked at Hector. The dark black eye sockets had nothing on them, yet Hector felt the Ghost Rider was thinking about something.

“I’m not a sinner, lad. I’m the one who punishes the biggest, worst sinners. I am the Hell’s Inquisitor.” He introduced himself.

“Hell? Which hell?”

“The one that really matters, the one above all hells. Well, I even got your friends. Want to see them?” Hector waved his hand to create a portal to the funhouse dimension and summoned the Skull Knights he had made.

Over the years, he had gotten about six of them, which was already overkill. And all of them were much more powerful than this Johnny Blaze one because the Skull Knights were not limited by the body and had full control over it.

“So you chose a living mortal?”

“You look weak.”

“Join us and become the true servant of the lord.”

One by one, the Skull Knights gave their best sales pitch to the Ghost Rider.

“I can also nullify the contract signed with Mephisto since I killed that demon. I say, why keep yourself stuck to this mortal realm? Join me and become a true protector of peace across the whole Universe. A true herald of the Hell’s Inquisitor.” Hector added. “I’m sure your human wants the same.”

“He has no say in this.”

“He does… if you allow him to speak, that is. Anyway, why are you even here? Searching for sinners? Doing overtime? No need to do that, son. I got everything covered. As for the sinners around the world, I have a plan that will clean them off in one go.” Hector revealed with a smile on his face that could be easily taken as something evil.

Hector had supreme power at this point, so he tapped on the skull of the Ghost Rider and made Johnny Blaze come back to his senses. However, Hector had to catch the bike first and take it to the roof.

Once there, he asked. “Do you want to live a normal life or not?”

“Yes! Please… I can’t even do much once the spirit takes control of my body. I don’t want this life. I want to be normal again… that demon already fucked me over, no more!” Johnny requested, more like pleaded.

Hector nodded and tore the contract paper right away. “All right then, from now on, you are free from the control of the Spirit of Vengeance, but I will have to find a new body for him now… a dead body, to be precise. Hmm, which villain should I kill?”

Woosh!

“Boss, you got an important meeting.” All of a sudden Quick Silver appeared, as always, having fun.

“What meeting? As far as I remember, my schedule was empty. Who set it up now?” Hector complained.

“It’s… your secretary, sir. She said the Eastern European nations have agreed to join the United Terra as long as you assure safety. But they have already received threats from the big bad neighbor.”

*Sigh*

Hector looked at Johnny and patted the man’s shoulder. “Good luck in your life, kid. I’ll get going now. Have fun and live a normal life.”

Hector vanished from the spot suddenly.

But Johnny cursed instead. “Fuck, how do I get my motorbike off this building now?”

Indeed, some distance away, the same discussion was going on in the Avenger’s Tower.

“The old man forgot. I know it.” Tony muttered.

“Should we help him?” Steve wondered.

Tony shrugged and moved back. “Who wants another round of booze? Everything’s on me today.”

…

Parker Home.

Peter Parker was a good high schooler with amazing grades, a girlfriend, a best friend, and a career. Life seemed to be going very well for him.

However, then one night, he suddenly started seeing some strange dreams… dreams of himself, but he couldn’t recognize himself. There were spidermen, more than one.

Every single night he’d wake up in the middle. Thankfully, MJ noticed his sleepy eyes and asked him to sneak her into his room at night so they could snuggle close to each other.

However, the images never left his mind. The Peter who loved some Gwen and lost her. The Peter who loved Jane and lost himself. There were so many that he lost count already.

‘What is happening to my mind? Am I just imagining things?’

[A/N: This was short. I was struggling to write when I wrote this.]

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