Spirit of Vengeance

"Keep going, everypony!" the tall stallion wearing the hood over his head shouted, his voice distorted. "We must bring back our master!" he commanded, looking at his followers.

Two more ponies used their magic to blast away any opposition, gravely injuring them. The hostages they had were shivering in their spots, fearing their purpose. "They must be the new vessels in order unleash the Dark Army on our world once more..." the leader of the small group whispered to his comrades.

"With the vessels, we will be one step closer!" one of the cloaked goons revealed.

A unicorn stallion gulped, "W-What?!"

"A vessel?" a mare gasped.

The leader chuckled darkly, "That's correct. You are merely pawns in a greater scheme... The Dark Army shall use our combined power to reawaken our leader. The being Celestia and Luna banished so long ago to a realm beyond Tartarus."

Guards tried to attack the cult, but were blasted aside by spells of dark magic, their horns glowing black as they used the spell, hitting each of their intended targets, knocking them back into buildings, tearing apart the walls. Fires were burning in their surrounding area as civilains ran away in fright.

"Even the Guardians of Harmony cannot reach us by the time the Dark Army make their mark here..." the leader chuckled to himself, his green eyes narrowing.

"What about me?"

The leader growled, "Who dares?!" he snarled, getting a good look at the strange bipedal clothed figure standing nearby, his fists clenched and he seemed ready to fight. "You've done a lot of damage... Harming innocent beings." Robbie pointed out, gesturing to all the debris and injured or dead ponies around them.

Gritting his teeth, the cult leader snarled, "And what makes you think you have a right to talk back to the Servants of Darkness?!" he spat as Robbie remained still.

"I've dealt with punk-asses like you before. Radical, yet stubborn." Robbie insulted, cracking his knuckles.

"Grr... Servants! Attack!"

The goons used their black magic to lift debris in the direction of Robbie, who saw rocks, chains, sticks, and bricks. Seeing them come at him, Reyes rolled to his side, dodging the debris aimed at him. He got to a knee, as he turned his head, focusing on the cloaked ponies trying to murder him. 'Magic... Seems they can levitate objects in their surroundings. That's new.'

Robbie placed a hand on the floor, pushing himself up. He saw the leader step forward. Reyes picked up a rock and threw it, trying to smash the skull of the pony, but he erected a black forcefield in order to shield himself from damage. "You must be better than that in order to stop the Dark Army." he boasted, focusing his energy into his horn, but the human rolled forward, kicking the cult leader in thie chin, knocking out some teeth from his mouth as the back of his skull hit the ground.

Turning around, Reyes saw the goons come after him, throwing more debris in his way. The man ducked down, catching a brick and throwing it, smashing the head in of one of the servants, blood pouring out from underneath his horn and his eyes rolling into the back of his head as a result. "Deserved it." he whispered, 'One down. A few more to go...' he thought.

The second goon came running after him. In response, Reyes knelt down and punched the dark magic user in the barrel, making him wheeze. The human pushed a hand out and shoved the mare aside, making her stagger backwards. The mare used her horn to lift up another object, this one a chain. She whipped it in his sight, but Robbie manages to catch it in one hand.

Robbie gave the weapon a curious look before yanking it. "Huh..." he muttered to himself, "I've been looking for one."

To the cult's surprise, the chain Robbie held began to light up in flames as well as his eyes, which gave a red hue. In his grip, Reyes whipped the flaming chain in the direction of the pony, hitting her with it and making her fall to the side, her body covered in small scorch marks from the enhanced weapon.

Robbie put the chain and wrapped it on his side, feeling that he was done using it for the moment. He grabbed the pony by the throat, his eyes still in flames, he extended a hand and used his powers, burning her into a crisp and making her disintergrate. "Another down... All that's left is the leader." he muttered, keeping count of who was left, remembing only the leader.

Then, a black beam hit his back, making Robbie fall to his stomach painfully. The leader smirked as he focused his attention on both his hostages and the human that threatened his master's plans. "You shouldn't have come here strange creature. It was a grave error on your part to intervene in the Servants' of Darkness's plans." he boasted, his eyes narrowing.

"What makes you think you can stop us?" the leader asked in a condescending tone, "That you can save these ponies from their fate as servants."

Robbie coughed, blood spitting out of his mouth a little. He laid on his back now as he spoke, "I'm not as weak as you think. You hurt innocents... I can do a lot more..." he mumbled, standing up, as though the injury wasn't there.

The leader stepped back, watching something strange happen to the newcomer human. His eyes were already on fire, but his head began to do the same, smoke covering his face. Robbie grunted faster with each second that the flame got bigger.

His face melted slowly, his eyes glowing red as a skull began to reveal itself in place of his flesh. Robbie Reyes has just unleased the Ghost Rider.

The Ghost Rider silently stepped forward, making the pony gulp. "What the hell are you!?" he asked. Ghost Rider didn't say a word as he grabbed the stallion by the cloak. The hostages watched Ghost Rider throw him on the ground, using his flames in order to remove the binding that encased them.

Looking at the skull, the ponies gulped, grateful yet fearful at their savior. Deciding that they had enough, they ran away, leaving Ghost Rider on his own.

The Ghost Rider knelt down, grabbing the leader by the back of the cloak. His eyes narrowed while he glared into the pony's soul, scaring him. His robe began to burst into flames and the Spirit of Vengeance looked at the damage made by this new cult, with them harming innocents and authorities he felt this justified. Blood began to pour out of the pony as he ripped out their spine, leaving a puddle of red on the floor around his body.

He whipped his chain in his hands, it on fire as he looked at what happened. He walked into the flames, seemingly blending in and disappearing right as ponies came in, only getting a glimpse at the skull figure that stopped the cult. They were appalled by the dead bodies around them, especially what was left of the leader. The hostages too were disgusted at the sight, but they were grateful that they were alive.

Robbie continued to walk, his destination unknown still. With a chain in hand, he now had a weapon. 'A cult hellbent on destruction and a darklord. Seems I'll be here longer than I thought.' he made up his mind, looking at the sign of the city.

'Fillydelphia.' he groaned, "Of fucking course. I may start to regret this."