Chapter 5 - Blade

The evening was drawing to a close. The amber sun had almost set below the horizon as I finished burying a fresh grave. The work of a gravedigger is distinguished by a rare sense of concern for departed souls. Where do they go? The book says they go to Heaven or straight to Hell. Moreover, the heavens have many differences.

Each person will see heaven in their own way. For some it will represent the gates to Jerusalem, for others the Rivers of Milk. Atheists won't see anything at all. Yes, contrary to popular belief, good people can go to heaven even if they haven't believed in anything special in their lives. It's just that emptiness is prepared for them, because their faith does not materialize space for existence.

— Finished with work. That is great. Stop, try to calm down," the old man said carefully when I felt fire escaping from within. The flames began to circulate through the veins. Alas, veins are not designed to allow hot lava to pass through them.

"Rrrrrrr," a long growl escaped my throat as fire enveloped his passages, completely burning out his tonsils. The last thing I felt was a noise in my ears, so similar to a voice.

<<<<<<<<<<<<<The time of retribution has come>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Now, in a cemetery with hundreds of monuments and Christian symbols, a majestic figure stood. She was engulfed in a flame so intense that it was ready to act as illumination for this world. Its radiance is not for everyone, because in order to see the light, you need to become a sinner and accept retribution posthumously.

- Great, now try to come to your senses. Remember, it is not the Horseman who guides you, but you who direct his punishing hand. His vessel is designed to contain the force and select the most appropriate use for it," the old man approached the burning figure and tried to explain the model of behavior in practice.

"It's a bad idea to train me," the Spirit of Vengeance said terribly, placing two bone fingers on his teeth and making a terrible whistle. His bike was again engulfed in hellfire and obediently reached its owner. The racer sat on it and headed towards the city like a bullet.

The blood of innocents was shed, and this required his personal presence. After leaving the cemetery, the Phantom Rider soon reached the neon sign "Paradise of Pleasure."

"We need to change the sign to Hell of Suffering," he headed towards the entrance. Without the light of the sun, a lot of evil spirits creep out onto the street and various demonic cults become active. The two guards looked at the figure engulfed in flames and immediately showed sharpened fangs. They were vampires who took pleasure in human blood. The racer is able to ignore the shedding of the blood of criminals, but if even one drop of the blood of an innocent person falls on the ground, there will be trouble for the violator of God's commandments.

- What kind of burning horseradish are you? — the vampire rushed at the Racer and struck him on the burning head.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, my hand," as soon as his hand came into contact with the hellish flames, the vampire's flesh flared up. The fire slowly began to spread through his fingers, moving further and further. The racer walked past the bloodsucker engulfed in flames and approached the second guard.

Using superhuman reflexes, the vampire tried to dodge, but he did not know the true speed of the Spirit of Vengeance.

*GRAB*

Grabbing his opponent's face with his hand, a powerful stream of flame burst out from his burning hands, completely burning the flesh on the vampire's face. Throwing the body with the charred skull aside, the Horseman entered the "Paradise of Pleasure."

Meanwhile, a real party was taking place in the club itself. Hundreds of converts were gathered and the best refreshments in the form of young human blood were served.

"My friends, today is a true holiday. May your stomachs be filled with the blood of dozens of virgins. Turn on the shower! — on the ceiling, instead of water sprayers, there were devices for spraying blood. The same thing, but with a different filling.

The Spirit of Vengeance entered just in time for blood to pour over his body. As soon as the drops came into contact with the fire, they immediately evaporated, forming a bloody fog around his figure.

- There's a stranger here!

- It's burning, where the fuck are the guards? Or a fireman?

- There is no blood in it, it is useless!

The vampires' feast did not go according to plan. Few people expect a burning skeleton to visit and are not in the mood for peace negotiations.

"Your interests included sucking, and now you have turned into plants." Need watering? I have fertilizer prepared for you," a hellish flame burst out of the Racer's feet, rushing to the walls and then into the sprayers. They were imbued with the power of inferno. The blood supply stopped, but something else came in its place.

*SHYYYYYYYYYYYYAH*

Fiery rain poured down like buckets. Hot drops of blood began to burn the vampires alive en masse. Some rushed to the exit, but the Racer extended his hand and snapped his finger. A curtain of flame appeared on the door, now there was only one way out: straight to the other world.

- Welcome to Hell! — The driver was extremely fair today. Those who wanted to live could slowly die in a rain of fire. Those who wanted a quick death could go into the flaming gates and burn in the blink of an eye.

"Damn demon, I'll take you to pieces," one of the vampires split into hundreds of bats and rushed at the burning figure.

 *CHAH*

The bats quickly approached the Spirit of Retribution. They were ready to attack at any moment, without a clear plan. In response to such provocation, the space around the Racer exploded, burning out any attempt at resistance.

A scorching wave threw away all the abomination from his flaming figure. He himself headed to the VIP area. From there there was a smell of worse sins than on a dance floor with dozens of vampires. Approaching the red screen, the Racer did not move it apart. His body burned the red cloth as soon as he came into contact with it. - Who came to us? A burning head I've never heard of in my life. Who are you, and what the hell do you want here? — five vampires in red robes were having fun drinking blood from very young girls. Hardly anyone was over eighteen.

The Horseman's head flashed ominously. The fire from Hell began to slowly distort the space around him, scaring the fearless bloodsuckers to death.

- Stand! If you come near, we'll cut her throat open.

- What happens if I leave?

"She's going to die," the elderly woman with bloody fangs muttered uncertainly.

- Here's your answer.

*FLASH*

A super-powerful wave erupted from the Racer, turning all the vampires into ashes. Only the victims of the bloodsuckers were saved, looking in fear at the fiery figure. To their surprise, the flames did not cause them any harm.

"There are no sinless people, but there are those who have not crossed the limit," the flame burned at the Racer's request. As soon as he wanted, hellfire could bypass innocent souls.

The racer headed towards the exit. Burnt bodies were scattered everywhere, looking like a sieve of black holes from the fiery rain. When he reached the exit, he met a tall man wearing a dark red cloak and holding a katana. His skin color was dark and his glasses reflected flames.

"I missed the opportunity to deal with these bastards personally." Who will you be?

"Spirit of Vengeance, you don't need to know more," the Horseman wanted to pass by the dark-skinned man, but a hand in leather gloves blocked his path.

"If you need help against these pieces of stinking shit, you can count on me." I really liked your approach to exterminating them.

The racer stopped and brought his burning head closer to the dark-skinned man.

-You call yourself Blade. Eric Brooks - I see sins in you. As soon as you increase their severity, I will come not to your aid, but for your soul! — Contrary to the expected reaction of fear, the man only grinned.

- So, I will count on your help in this matter as well. I myself don't want to become like these creatures any more than necessary.

The rider nodded approvingly and went to his bike. Blade followed him.

- Oh, yes, wait! Spirit of Vengeance... keep your business card, if anything happens to vampires, contact me. And I will be grateful for your feedback.

The racer took the plastic card and threw it into the pocket with the reduced drones.

- I do not have a phone.

"Wait a minute," Blade slapped himself on the head, and then took out his phone and pulled out his SIM card. Next, he deleted his data from there, resetting it to the original settings, and handed over the phone. The racer accepted it too. - Don't forget to call my number.

The racer tilted his head strangely and looked at the man in front of him with thoughtfulness, as much as one can express emotions with only a skull. You don't expect to get something important for this world so easily. Means of communication. The problem was that it was sometimes harder for fiery skeletons to get a SIM card than a phone.

"Maybe one day," the Racer's bike roared, and he quickly moved off. So sharply that the flow of air even forced Blade to take several steps back. Now the Spirit of Vengeance was moving to satisfy its hunger outside the city.