New york city/Midnight

Noble Kale, Aka Ghost Rider, Aka Angel of Death, Aka Serafin Zadquiel, Aka Ruler of Hell, has lived a long and very complicated life but now he was lazily sat in the edge of the Stark Tower in New york, smoking happily his smoking pipe. He deserved it, after all he was one of the Avengers and part-time Supreme sorcerer of earth; in general one of the most powerful heroes on earth.

He deeply hated this anti-tobacco law that didn't allow him to smoke in peace, well, he admitted that those things that are sold on funny colored cardboard boxes are cancer time bombs, but he only smoked real tobacco, naturally planted and refined with a pinch of alchemy in the process. He traveled, each time he needs some more, to old Europe to refill his pouch with a natural mix of tobacco, that put to shame all those death sticks in colorful little cardboard boxes, so with all that being said, he didn't understand why he just couldn't smoke in peace.

It was a beautiful night; he was just enjoying a little of peace after the aftermath of a very dangerous clash against a new shiny metal juggernaut of IMA, followed by a dozen of Extremis goons that were already on the verge of an overload. Noble hates technology in general, it was as alien as to him as the Skrulls, at last with the latter he could always known when he was in front of one; Skrulls souls are unmistakeable, something that comes in handy to identify a shapeshifter of the caliber of that alien race.

Give him old good magic before any tech crap, at the end of the day magic was way more reliable for him, it depends on the will and guts of the user and makes to always stand in your toes and do not grow complacent and fat. Really, Noble didn't comprehend how the hell does the humanity manage to mess their life so much, with so many shiny neon things that only gives headaches or try to convince you to buy shit you don't need. Good God, he was becoming as grumpy as an old dragon and he was not that old, well his Spirit of Vengeance was; but Noble, the human, was not; he was around three hundred years old, if he was correct.

He had lost some decades, traveled back and forth in the time stream a couple of times, escalated to the heavens, conquered hell and in general lost completely, any possible or logic notion of measurement of time. Still, he has to admit the view of the city from one the top of one of the cities, bigger building, was a breathtaking experience.

This place was always so full of life, it was not a surprise it was called the city that did not sleep. It was a correct statement, for what he could recall when he spoke with the consciousness of the city; the city considered the notion of sleep as an aberration, from the perspective of the city; a genderless entity; any minute sleeping in a minute lost.

Few of his fellow Avengers believed him when he tried to explain that to them, only Stephen, Thor, Logan and Peter believed him, they had seen even more odd things that the voice of a city; but at the same time it was curious that they didn't believe him, when Noble had use a confluence and shove the said city spirit directly at the throat of Magog before sending him flying to an empty plane devoid of all life.

Any case it was being a glorious battle and the souls of all the people slayed by Mangog, finally got their retribution. Magog was a creature of eternal rage and hate, a billion souls eternally claiming for a vengeance that they did deserve at the beginning of the creation of Magog, but now they were nothing but specters and leeches, so blind on their own sorrow that they have forgotten anything that is not blood and fire. Noble puff some smoke to the night, standing alone in the balcony of the attic of the Stark tower, he could enjoy his little vice in peace and do not molest any of the other avengers that were discussing in the broad room.

The last hot topic among them was how one of the last messes of Red Skull, has lead to the discovery of seven ancient temples that could bring to earth seven Juggernaut-level like beings.

Only that was troublesome enough, but Kale; despite being one of the most prominent magicians on earth; had a very faint and tense non-aggression pact with the Octessence and the eight divine like beings that conform that pantheon; they were on pair with the Vishanti, the entities that aid Stephen to keep earth safe from any mystical invasion. Not to mention he personally knew Cain Marko, the Exemplar of Cyttorak; and hold no grudges against the boy that had already lived a complicated enough life to have to deal with this shit of being chosen by some crazy wacko deities, trying to set up a royal rumble, with the earth as ring and final prize.

All for just determine, whose bigger.

Ah...this century has starting to affect him, he knew, he should have not followed, the advice of Spiderman and see more TV; he knew that would be complete counterproductive, that thing was a poisonous as the whispered lies of Mephisto, and twice annoying. He walked at a leisure pace on the balcony, closing to the edge and inhaling deeply from the smoking pipe on his teeth, his fire was not affecting at all the materials of the pipe, despite being a seven feet tall blazing skeleton, with four inches tusks and fangs, an enoquian runes in the forehead and a crest of pointy spikes over his head.

He dress his usual black leather coat, golden trimmed with runes and his biker pants and boots, he was dressing the same attire since he managed to stabilize his Rider aspect after he was dethroned from Mephistos realm and forced back to earth. Fortunately, Metatron perceived the sudden change in power and intervened, granting him a new flesh body and access to the Heavens arsenal, making him another Spirit of Vengeance, the Ghost Rider once again, like he was in 1700.

After that it was just a matter of time that his level of power called the attention of the Avengers and after a little rough up situations with all the magical side of the superheroes and the non magical side of the superheroes, he entered into the Avengers. It was not all that bad, at last the Avengers now do some avenging, and not just be a reactive group that could only slap the wrist of some criminals and let them go, so they could plot another catastrophe from within their comfortable cells.

God be bless for the penance stare, nothing convince better the bad guys that to suffer in full detail and length, what they have done to their victims until they seek for redemption and atonement, still there are people with a heart so black that no punishment was enough for them and then Noble just takes a vacation from the Avengers and clean the problem swift and discretely. Mind you, that it only applies for supernatural menaces, Kale had bowed to never kill an innocent or a human being, he could punish, yes but not kill; only when he unsheathes the sword of Azrael, is he allowed to take a human life and only if the said life is already declared guilty beyond any possible atonement.

Like he would love to do to Drakula, the next time they meet, impaling his little dark and twisted vampire heart with the sword of Azrael and send his soul screaming to Pitts of Judecca where he could be the anal sex toy of Satan. The vampire lord has cost him dearly; during a battle with him, in order to save the bodies and the souls of the X-men and half the population of San Francisco; Noble performed a ritual, a lesser version of the dangerous Montesi Formula that could rid a world of vampires but not without a heavy price; that essentially cleansed all vampirism in a delimited zone, in this case the beautiful city of San Francisco.

But despite being a power house, to be more specific, to be able to cleanse the mutants, the humans and everything in between and do not kill any of them, Noble had to use a shit ton of magical power and celestial fire. In fact it has been easier the obliteration of Sodoma and Gomorra than this, but that kind of information get the rest of the team on edge; those little bits of information remembered them that he was a Rider, the Nukes of the heaven as Peter called him.

Raising one of his gloved burning skeleton hands, he called for a quick spell and manifested a dozen runes, glowing in red, yellow, gold and black, securing the pipe on his teeth he started to move the runes one by one in front of him, modifying and correcting any possible mistake or alteration they could have. One of the advantages of his Rider form is that he was no longer affected for things like sleep, eat or drink, he will never tire unless he depletes his power source; something very improbable; he didn't have flesh or organs so he will not be sick, neither could be poisoned and he could operate in a more efficient way that through the usual eyes-brain interaction.

Now he comprehended why the angels usually said that the human form was very limited, it was so constricted that it was a miracle they get out of the stone age; but see them now, they had reached limits that none of the Serafins thought they could.

With a machine like attention, he checked the runes and reinforced them, just in case they could be needed in the future, after all, the live of the superheroes is the big book of what should not have happened yet it explodes in your face, when you needed the less.

He already had a very loud discussion about this with Tony, his faith in the machinery and his inventions was inspiring, he had to admire and respect his devotion to the cause of the science and how he was a perfectionist, but the Stark tower was defenseless against a magical incursion and to prove his point he defied Stark to raise the defenses of the tower to Omega level and yet he will break into the place. Tony took the bet without a blink and two days later, Noble was waiting patiently, inside the secured lab of Tony, comfortably smoking his pipe in front of the scanners who didn't detect him. It was so easy that it wasn't even funny, he only had to paint an enoquian rune over his coat and presto, complete invisibility from any sensor on earth except from Latverian ones.

Doom was a very clever boy and mixed tech with magic, long before any other brain of the superheroes did the same maths, Noble has already done those maths in 1719 when he forged his own pistols to kill a dangerous werewolf in Pomerania, the border of the German Empire of that age, it was something funny how most of the heroes trust science and feared magic like a plague.

If only they know that they were exactly the same thing but with another name, one deals in numbers and the other mostly in letters, different paths, same results, but good luck trying to convince Richards or Tony with that, so far only T´challa has listened to his theories and ideas about it.

He called it the Alchemy of Shadows and the potential was almost limitless.

He put the runes back in order and despite the pipe in the mouth, he started a quick praying to attune the runes to himself and the building, focusing the results of his works into key parts of the structure of the building but at the same time, far from any possible interferences that the personnel of the place could provoke with the drawings of the runes.

Some of the worst magic catastrophes he saw in the old days, occurred because an ignorant cretin meddle with something that was way beyond his understanding and provoke more troubles than it was worth it. He suspected that the black death of the middle ages was a demon of the plague, accidentally released by some cretins and taking advantage of the cold period, he spread the nasty disease over all the old country.

It happens more often than it should but that's why things like him were roaming the lands, they intervene before the things escalated too much and all went directly to hell in hot wheels.

Unfortunately, they were not omnipresent and the stupidity of the human race was something beyond measure, they always smash themselves against a wall, blinded by the seven sins that the devil granted them when the Serafin Lucifer fall from grace.

With a simple gesture, the runes scatter and disappeared in the night, soon they find their places all over the building and protect it from any undesired intrusions, he will have to talk with Stephen later, his defenses were good but he trusted too much in the Vishanti, not even they were omnipotent, even if they pretend to be.

A lesson that Kale learned very early.

Be prepared, always, and be versatile; one trick ponies are soon shoot down by clever opponents and in this job, there is no room for second chances, a century or so ruling the hell had shown him that.

Once his job with the runes was complete, Noble just took his pipe and inhaled the strong scent and taste of the mix, enjoying greatly how that same sensations could bring him back to the innocence days, when he and Magdalena were just a pair of youngsters in love. Ah, another of the miracles of his condition, he could eat, taste, smell, see and hear, it was just that he was not limited like the rest of the human beings, there was no ocular gloves, no confining flesh organs, instead he just saw the world and fell it like an angel does, and it was bloody glorious.

He exhaled a big cloud of his unique blend of tobacco and with a playful finger, make the smoke twirl and took forms; a ship, a ring, a house, a dragon, an angel, a cross. With humor, he remembered how Spiderman saw him with the pipe one day and with his usual run mouth dared him to do figures like Gandalf, after a few explanations about who that Gandalf was; nice piece of literature by the way; he shown the wall crawler how easily was, to make forms if you exercise your will a little. The door of the balcony opened and said wall crawler, along an even more grumpy than usual Logan, exited from the building to the upper balcony, their auras were showing a myriad of colors, just enough to make Noble known that things did not go well during the discussion downstairs.

"Good night my friends" saluted Noble to the pair, who waved back at him.

"Hey there, big guy" saluted Peter hanging upside down of one of his web slings.

Meanwhile, Logan just humphed as usual and leaned on the wall, taking his own cigar from his belt.

"What are you doing here G.R?" asked Peter with curiosity " this mumbo jumbo magic is just your alley".

"I'm afraid that if I intervened with the Octessence, they will call off the treaty I had with all of them" answered Noble with his usual politeness and calm demeanor.

It was something that all of his fellow superheroes find quite surprising, how could his appearance be so intimidating and at the same time being so calm and educated; as a mix between a doctor and a European noble, well, Noble was in his very name.

Well, perhaps it was because he was both, or at last he was, before the places and lands that he could reclaim as blood rights, were lost in the constant conflicts that plagued human history, and about the doctor thing, he was more a witch doctor than any other title and he was not supported by the National board of medical examiners, so he could not call himself a doctor.

Ironically both him and Stephen; Doctor Strange; were doctors before they became Supreme sorcerers of earth in different times and occasions.

Noble was a firm believer on the old saying:

Noblesse oblige

His powers as Rider must be used with wisdom and responsibility.

Perhaps that why he and Peter were so good friends, the boy was always saying that great powers brings great responsibility and Noble agree wholeheartedly with that philosophy, any other thing will just be egomania.

"Uh, Doc could use some support right now" said Peter " he is the only spell-caster inside and he is having a hard time trying to convince Cap and Jess not to call a III war world alert about the possibility of seven more Juggys running out there".

Logan scoffed and exhaled his own smoke.

"What kid said" shrugged " I am more concerned about Magnetos daughter, Wanda is starting to get out of control".

"And I agree with both of you" the "voice" of Noble was a curious thing.

It was not from a common vocal chord, yet all of them could hear perfectly, it can be recorded and in general works like any other common voice out there, if it wasn't for the fact that he has not moved his skeleton jaws and he had not vocal cords to move.

"Calling in for a global alert will only accelerate the plans of the Octoessence as the remaining champions will found their temples sooner" explained Noble " the biggest weaknesses of the Octoessence is precisely how they can not cooperate with each other, they hate each other guts, that's the point of their Champions, like Juggernaut".

"Give them time, and they will destroy each other before they real conflict could even begin" shrugged Noble exhaling more smoke " specially, if Cain flips them the bird when the day comes and denies the beginning of the Eight day".

Peter chuckled and Logan scoffed a laugh under his cigar.

"Now, about Wanda...I honestly don't know what to do" shook his head Noble and it did surprise a little the other two heroes.

Until now Noble has always been a pillar of wisdom and occult knowledge, all the heroes that had work with him, did appreciate his calm and collected demeanor along his unique and sometimes dark sense of humor.

"Care to elaborate big guy?" ask Peter raising the under side of his mask and drinking a soda that he has carried from inside.

"She...she is not guilty" said Noble inhaling from his pipe and taking comfort on the taste " her powers are more a curse than a gift, Chaos magic is something that one should never touch, not even in the most desperate situations, as the Chaos ;as his name implies; is completely uncontrollable".

Noble raise both hands, creating a ball of fire in one and one of ice in the other.

"Fire is opposite to Ice" said Noble " that's common sense but for chaos magic, the common sense does not exist".

He mixed the two balls and instead of collapsing they merge into one basket ball size blue fire ball that glows dangerously in the skeleton gloved hand of Noble.

"Basic Chaos magic" shook his head Noble dispersing the ball in a cold wave " Fire and Ice are just fuel, name it and the magic will make it real".

"Fuck" said Logan eloquently as his cigar just cool down by the sudden wave, he heated the cigar again taking deep puffs from it " Wanda is losing her marbles Noble, that's not a good thing, specially, if she could do whatever the hell she wants".

"What grumpy says" joked Spiderman, sure to be off the reach of Logan claws.

"And that's my conundrum my friends" sighed Noble taking the pipe out of his mouth " I could not do anything to her mind, I fear what I can unleash if I ever dare to try to impose my will into the mind of a Chaos magician like her".

Leaning over the edge of the balcony, Noble turned to face his two fellow avengers to explain better his point.

" No matter how powerful mind walker you are, the chaos will never bow to you, she could just see my mind and using the knowledge about heaven and hell to just reshape the creation" explained putting his smoking pipe back into the coat.

The wooden object was one of the few that he conserves from his first days on earth as human .

"Uh, not cool pal, not cool at all" nodded Peter as Logan grunted in affirmation.

"That's why I did not want to be present in that reunion" shook his head Noble " they will ask me to intervene and I will not, too risky, that's why Stephen is there, he has a lot more possibilities than me to help the girl, I am too dangerous for her".

"You should be called Witch Doctor" smiled peter " you care about the patient as a real doctor would".

"Do me a favor lad, and explain that to the members of the USMLE" chuckled Noble with humor " they do not seem to share your faith in my healing abilities".

"Cretins" simple stated Logan who own the Rider a lot, and not just for the fact that he was able to cure Jubilee of the vampirism that affected the girl, but for all the times he has been there, taking care of the wounded superheroes during a lot of crisis.

"Ah, I do concur my friend" nodded Noble with a chuckle.

The trio just let the air of the night refresh them, they were friends, but sometimes the silent presence was more welcome than any conversation, they do share a tragic past with the lost of a loved one involved and, on an ironical way of things, all three of them loved deeply, redheaded women.

It was really hard to say no to a pretty redhead, as Logan eloquently said, and in their case, it was literally true.

Peter and Mary Jane, Logan and Jean Grey and Noble Kale and Satana Hellstorm.

True as hell, redheads are something else.

Any case, Noble was seriously considering some black ops of his own before the Eight days arrives and the conflict begins, he feared that the rejection of Cain of participation in the battle, will force Cyttorak to choose a new champion, one that could agree with the Eight day. However, the Exemplars could not see each other; much like their master couldn't; and that will only make things easier for him to hunt them and rip their powers off, effectively ending the menace.

It will save the lives of the humans posses by the Octessence and stop for good the plans of the Octoessence, after that, he only will have to collapse the temples and if possible, destroy the items that transformed the chosen ones into Exemplars. This last part could be a little tricky, after all the power of a god like entity is not easily disrupted and by their will, they will do anything to prevent the destruction of the objects.

The oldest one was the gem of Cyttorak that Cain found in that temple in Korea along his stepbrother Xavier. The crimson bands of Cyttorak transformed Cain into a living Juggernaut, one of the most dangerous being on earth as he was literally unstoppable and practically immune to any physical damage. In resume, a complete pain in the ass to deal with, much like half of the supernatural entities that plagues the earth 009, as Noble know this specific dimension, his short but intense adventures with the group called the X-iles, show him how different the things were in a dozen of different dimensions.

It was a humble experience, even for the soul of a Serafin inside of him.

The night pass slowly, and Noble just enjoy the moment of peace, God knows they do not last long, there always a new storm brewing in the horizon, a new crisis to face, a new enemy to defeat. Being completely honest, Noble loved that; he was a Spirit of Vengeance, if there is no retribution to demand, what is his purpose?, once he tried to be the Spirit of the Compassion, it didn't work out very well, in fact he soon grew tired of forgiveness and went back to his retribution routine, it fell right for him.

Pity, Raphael was delighted with the possibility of Spirits of Compassion, but it seems that God didn't want his Riders to forget, what and why they were made for.

They are Gods hammer, Gods sword of vengeance, they fight for the humanity and their enemies shall feel despair.

Catchy, isn't it?.

The night called him and for a second Noble let the night wave over him, no matter how many times he saved the world along the rest of the hero community, the humanity will keep drowning themselves in sin and evil. Some by satisfaction, some by greed, some by lust, no matter how many capital sins you want to number, the humanity always found and merry them, it was the biggest gift and curse of humanity, delivered to them by Lucifer himself the first days.

Sharing soul with the essence of one of the most powerful Serafins that ever existed, only under the authority of God and Metatron himself, does have his perks, among those said perks knowledge was possible, the best of them.

Ignorance is bliss, true, but The truth will make you free as well; and for the hunters of the darkness like him, the truth is the only thing that could help them save the day and reaffirm their wills so they could fight another night. Ah, once again he lost himself in thought and self mussing of how the world was twisted beyond recognition, ironically, the Heaven didn't want any of this, but the plans of God became altered forever by the hand of his own son Lucifer...or so it seems; who does know what were the plans of God?, the Oldest One was a crafty one, much like the rest of the Chieftain Gods out there, starting from Odin and ending in Horus or Quetzalcoatl.

Noble suddenly repaired in the troubled aura of his arachnid friend, he was working on one of his PDAs, those apparatus that helped tech like the one of Stark and other scientific heroes used for their causes, Noble tried once to dominate one. Not worth the effort after how the fucking trinket pinged with dozens of spam mails in the middle of a fight with a frost giant.

However, he could sense perfectly well, how his arachnid friend was experimenting anxiousness and no little fear hidden under his usual iron will, will that he hide under a motor mouth that could give Saturday night live a run for their money.

"What troubles you lad?" ask Noble without turning back.

"That's for you Parker" bark Logan as a laugh.

"Uh?" was the clever answer of Parker as he still had his lenses on the screen of his PDA.

"Despite your brave face, souls don't lie" explained Noble " and I fell how disturbed you are since you started to work on your technological trinket".

"Uh, you gotta teach me that trick" chuckled humorless Spiderman in a very un-spiderman manner.

"Still not answering my friend" Noble turned to face the other two with his hands on the back; it was an imposing figure, no matter how accustom you are to see him.

"Answer already Parker" said Logan munching his cigar " you know as well as me, that is almost impossible to hid something from him for too long, he is as hard to scam as a psy talent".

"I resent that Logan" said Noble with a hint of amusement in the non-voice of his " I always respect the privacy of all my comrades in arms, but that never has stopped me from help them in any manner I can".

"Yeah, busybody" accused Logan with humor.

He knew Noble longer than the rest, even before he became part of the Avengers, in fact they collide during the Independence war, as they protect George Washington from a cabal of vampires during the first years of the nation.

"Guilty, so spill it lad" glared Noble with those empty flaming eyes of him and Spiderman gulped, he hated when Noble stared at him like that, it was like having laser pointing at your soul.

"You know Spiderwoman?" sighed Spiderman " the girl got talent and all, she is enthusiast and Jess is doing a great job training her, but since a week or so, she has disappeared from earth surface".

Spider pushed some button on the screen and show them a blur image of said woman; dress in a very similar suit that the one, Jessica Drew, the first spiderwoman dressed ; entering in a Nightclub hanging from the arm of a tall and pale man of strong complexion.

"Blackout" growled Logan and Noble at the same time.

"Do you know the guy?" blinked Spiderman a pair of times under his mask.

"Only by reputation" answered first Logan " a hitman who always kills his targets in the most gruesome way he can".

"He is a vampire, but not from the caste of Drakula, but from the tainted womb of Lilith" explained Noble " this piece of shit killed my descendants girlfriend and family, before we kicked his sorry ass along his mothers back to whatever hellhole they were spawned from, when the rest of the Midnight sons united against her filthy kin".

"Don't understand about half you had say" chuckle Spider knowing that Noble did carry all his mystical business far from the spotlight that the Avengers tend to produce everywhere they go " but, vampire?, that is not good, Jess tried to convince her that he is bad business, but she didn't want to listen and I fear the worst".

"Say no more friend, this is now my business too" said Noble and there was no space for discussion in that voice, Noble could be tolerant with a lot of things but the family was sacred topic for him, you touch them, you burn, literally.

"But..." tried to reply Peter but another of Nobles empty eye holes glare shut him in a second.

"Now I really want to learn that trick, he managed to shut you up" laughed Logan " good hunt Noble, we keep you informed about the Wanda mess and the Eight day gathering".

"Thank you my friend" nodded Noble before raising a hand to his mouth and whistling loudly in the night.

As soon as the sound ended, a loud neigh could be hear as the mount of Noble answer the summoning of his master.

As all Riders, Noble had a mount, in his case and considering he was from 1700, it was a humongous warhorse enveloped in fire and brimstone, he could summon other mounts, specially bikes, it runs in his family and they love to run together from time to time. It was better reunion for the family than any other, together with their bikes and running in the road of heaven and earth.

Noble get up the horse, taking the reins of the animal and taking command of the beast before it gets to nervous and start destroying everything around, the last time it happened, the war horse demolished a castle belonging to the Stucker family in Germany.

"Point me to the direction of the club" said Noble to Spiderman.

"The Nightlights, downtown" said Peter " good luck and please bring her back will ya?".

"Consider it done, Farewell my friends, may God protect you" Noble turned the horse and both Rider and mount, jumped a hundred meters in the air, galloping over the night sky like it was a solid road for them.

Only a blazing trail of flames was left of their pass over the sky, like a living comet in the dark and starry sky of New york night.

"Showoff" squished Logan his cigar against the wall on where he was leaning.

"Yeah" chuckled Peter and followed Logan inside the building, to join the rest in the reunion.

Not a surprise Noble didn't want to be, after all, it was just recently that he has relinquished the mantle of Supreme Sorcerer to Stephen Strange, when the previous Sorcerer reject the power of the Vishanti before they oblige him to fight in a mystical war that they were having against an unknown entity outside the common mystical realms.

Noble took the mantle and defended it with honor and respect, before Stephen found his balance again and could retake the role as primal magical defense of the earth, along the so called Midnight Sons. Noble rode the night over his blazing war horse, traveling the miles that separated both buildings in a matter of minutes, he could do it in a matter of seconds but a blazing comet and the power output he could emit in that shape, will rise the alarm of any mystical sensitive being in miles around about his presence.

The horse galloped, exhaling flames in each breath as he wanted to increase the speed and just charge ahead like the warhorse he was, not a surprise the beast was a violent one, it has been like that since the day Noble infused his spirit with pure celestial fire. The joy of the animal as the energy that shaped creation rushed his veins was still present on him even after three centuries of service to the Rider that bonded him to his service, and the animal loved the free reigns he had to gallop the heavens without any restriction like petty gravities of physical laws.

Soon they reach the place and Noble pull the reins, making the animal slow down to an easy jog that allow both of them to reach the roof of the building of the club and run over it as it was as easy as a solid earth, the horse whined, wanting to run more and to stomp some heads in his way.

It was a warhorse so it did not surprise very much Noble, it was in his nature after all but he has to be more collected about this one.

First of all, the vampires were not the usual scum without a House or a Clan to belong, the caste of Drakula or Varnae will not be caught in this mess by any means, they had their own little war brewing in the horizon as Drakula has reclaimed Transylvania as his own kingdom and Varnae wanted a piece of that cake too. Two Vampire lords fighting over a piece of land will only mean that lots and lots of blood will be spill, and Noble make the two of them clear that any single drop of that blood out of the frontiers that Drakula ;unfortunately; truly have rights upon, and he will rain fire and brimstone over their heads until all the country was nothing but a smeared surface in face of the planet. He torched a castle to the ground, with a carefully picked meteorite just to give his argument some weight, when he was dealing with an old demon, somewhere in Sudamerica.

It was a bluff, in order to call a devastation like the ones of Sodoma and Gomorra, the vampires truly had to piss off the balance of the world and the Heavens, but what those leeches didn't know, the better for the rest of the world.

The second reason is the presence of Spiderwoman in the fray, the girl had power as she collected in herself the power of the Spiderwomen previous of her, and in the state she was, something tells Noble that she will fight for his vampiric master to the death, something that will not be tolerated by any means. He will not fail his friend, if it was in his hands.

The third reason was the vampire itself; Blackout. Noble was a little confuse about this one; he was a vampire up to a point, but the unique mix of blood in his veins make him a unique and dangerous wonder in the mystical world. He was supposedly of the progeny of Lilith, the demi-goddess: but a second or third iteration of that blood, perhaps one of his parents was a vampire and the other a true spawn of Lilith, but in any case, he had part of the demonic strength of his heritage and the blood drinking needs of a full fledged vampire.

So, what the hell was he doing with spiderwoman?, he was not precisely the most clever or flamboyant of the leeches that roams the night, in fact he was supposedly declared KIA after Noble descendant, Danny Ketch, the American Ghost Rider, chained him to the top of a skyscraper and let him roast in the morning sun.

Noble sense something odd going on around here, and thanks to the years of suffering as Lord of Hell, he learned to trust his instincts when something was off and need to be double or triple checked, just to be on the safe side. Standing over the roof of the building, Noble could sense the energies that emanated from the inside, the humming and rich essence of young souls, dancing and gorging in sins as their fathers did, as they grandparents did, until Adam and Eve.

For God sake, next time a fucking celestial told you Not to eat an apple, do yourselves a favor and listen to him...or not, if Adam and Eve have listened, none of them will be there now, ah time paradox, sure way to get a headache.

Humming to himself a little, Noble considered what could be the best approach for this situation, he could sense now the presence of a dozen mystical beings down there, one of them had the sick lingering of the dark dimension and other had the unmistakeable stench of the Darkhold.

Dangerous, all of them, no matter how low they could be in the food chain, they could still, cause a fucking massacre among the mortals of the club, in fact perhaps that's why they are there. It was not a secret that vampires tend to trick their victims into a wild night before they feed on them, and as one say vampire, he could equally correct saying demons, Sidhes and everything in between, so it was very common to find one or two predators among the sheep.

Noble raise a hand and perform a couple of magical gestures, his coat surrounded him completely and soon there was a completely normal person standing in the roof of the club. Being unable of change back to a human form, Noble had to resort to all kind of glamours, illusion and shape shifting spells, most of them a variation or an adapted version of the original as they were not designed for entities like him.

Noble examined his reflection over the metal of one of the AC outlets of the building, he did have a passing resemblance with his own descendant, brown eyes, short hair, strong jaw lines and a three days beard; dressed on bike leather jacket and jeans, coupled with biker boots.

Not sure if that was exactly the dress code in the bar, but he had no idea of the current tendencies of the youngsters these days and he always had a soft spot for the biker stuff his descendants seems to be so fond of. Any case, he made the warhorse vanish in an implosion of fire and start walking down the emergency stairs at the side of the building, he jumped the four meters that separated the floor from the first set of stairs with easiness. Under the spell, he was a seven feet tall hulking and blazing skeleton, so this kind of physical feats were quite easy, he could not compare in agility or speed to Spiderman neither in a contest of pure strength against Hulk, his powers were a bit tricky in the matter of where were his limits.

They were directly proportional to the retribution he had to exert over his enemies.

That could be a little confusing without further explanation.

Imagine that he was facing a band of street thugs, then his strength will be around the twenty tons at most but when he faced enemies like Dormamu or Baron Mordo, his power went through the roof.

He was a Spirit of Vengeance but most exactly, he enacted Retribution with capital letters, as more sinner his enemies were, more powerful will he became; not limit tested yet except for the fact that he knew that he could face Dormamu and give the ruler of the Dark dimension a run for his money, and it was before Azrael give his sword to him. As the chorus of the Seraphims sang during the creation of the universe, the sword of Azrael, angel of death will produce no wound that will not be lethal; making the sword a very dangerous relic to have around. Noble chained and bounded the weapon so deep within him, that only when the fate of the entire earth hangs in the balance, allows himself to handle the sword and collect the souls of the transgressors.

Noble past through the corner of the building and grunted when his eyes perceived the decorated glyphs that surrounded the arcade of the entrance of the club, those are some serious symbols and it could mean a lot of problems if he had to resolve to violence.

It marked the building as a safe mystical heaven for all creatures of the night, no matter what kind of creature are you, there you could enter and be among peers, but at the same time, mingle with the human cattle, like lions eying their victims in the savannah.

In resume, it granted Blackout and whoever was having a drink inside, relative diplomatic immunity.

"God, give me patience" muttered Noble doing the cross sign over his chest and forehead before walking to the door and the big bouncer that stand like a stone statue in front of the metallic door of the club.

And it truly was a stone statue; a gargoyle under a very expensive and master crafted glamour that make him appear like a common human bouncer, yet bald and with features that seems made of stone, not pun intended.

The guardian look his way and no doubt his eyes pierced the low illusion Noble had cast over him, but it matters little, the creature will know that he was not one to be mess around and let him pass into the club, giving a step to the side and mechanically opening the door.

Noble entered the club and as soon as he crossed the door, the noise of the club almost hit him like a physical hit, grunting under his illusion, Noble keep walking into the dark hallways of the club, reaching the dance floor easily and as soon as he reached it, he instantaneously regretted it.

Not a surprise the lions loved this place, this was a sea of young and vibrant flesh and energy bouncing and dancing around, loose to the primal sounds that a DJ with headphones keep throwing at them in waves.

Bodies, clothes and hairs of all kind of style and form mixed in the large dance floor as the sounds of the DJ; Noble thought the modern, electric whatever, musicians are called that way; waved over them like a push coming to the shore. It was exhilarating for beings like him, that could see beyond the common senses and perceive the reality like it truly was...most of the time, glamour and illusions can blind and cloud even the sharpest minds, as emotions are the quintessential strength and weaknesses of both mortal and immortal. He knows well, he fought, driven by an emotion called Love, against heaven and hell before he became what he was today.

Walking around the dance floor, he managed to dodge the massive dance audience that seems to fill every inch of space available in the club, he was looking for the presence of vampires or for the unique bastard mix of Blackout, in the middle of that stench.

The presence of the vampires, even the most balanced of them, like Hannibal King, is like a stench adjourned to the souls of the humans, although he has to admit, vampirism is not a human thing only; in fact several demons and fairies had fallen to practice it in a lot of degrees.

He felt awkward trying not to push the mass of humans, after all, his appearance was nothing but an illusion, his real physical mass was still there and considering the shit that some the presents in the club were exuding from their auras, his strength was slow, but steadily, increasing. That was never a good thing, considering the hundreds of possible collateral victims that he had around him; all of them so focused in their sinful trance that...wait a second.

The dancers were all in trance, now that was a complete bullshit, no matter how drugged, drunken or lost in their own worlds the youngsters could be, this was way beyond any normal party; the music, the drugs and the alcohol had mixed together to make a living sea of devoted flesh inside the club.

A low and dangerous growl surged from the skeleton throat of Noble; he could; barely but could; tolerate up to a point some sins, after all, he was guilty of all of them at some point of his life, from his gluttony of good food and beer to his lust for Satana when they were together, before she broke with him, it was an odd break, but one did not debate with the daughter of Satan, even if one had all the reasons of the world to be confused.

Back to the topic on the dance floor.

This was slavery, they were forcing a deep and thralling trance in the minds of the dancers as they will follow any command or desire, the ones behind the hypnotic music, wanted. Clever, Noble has to admit it, it was despicably clever, you don't have to do a thing, just let the prey lost to the songs of the mechanical and screeching sirens and they will just follow you to their own demise with a smile in the lips.

However two can play that game.

Noble slipped past the mass of dancers, using the mere sheer presence of their auras to hid his advances towards the DJ cabin, as he feared, there was a bulky ogre hid under a bouncer glamour, protecting the door of the cabin, not letting any of the trance dancers or supernatural beings in the club to get closer to the origin of the music.

Noble simply walk right to him and knock him out with a savage uppercut to the chin that raise him a foot in the air, before connecting a devastating jab to the side of his head, making sure the ogre was totally out could. With his kind you can not be too sure, more than once they do seems as they are taken down and yet keep fighting like madmen; Noble only saw two other beings like that, the trolls and the berserkers of Asgard.

Another confirmation of his suspicions was the fact that none of the nearby humans reacted at all to the violence that has happened in front of their clouded eyes; well, they could be drunken and drugged stupid but even them, it was kind of disturbing that a man just move in front of the bouncer and knock him cold without even a word. Noble quickly did a search in the suit of the ogre, looking for any kind of symbol that could allow him recognize whose caste is behind bullshit and why the hell there are so far from Albion or the Sidhe lands.

He surprised a little when he took a simple metal disk from one of the pockets and saw the symbol of the fairy court of Oberon, the lord of the fairies was a famous isolationist, not wanting any relation between the fairies or the humans, he was happy as hell in his eternal summer and hunting winter. One of his court has decided to ignore his orders and play a little with the mortals, now that he thought about it, it did have some sense.

A joke from the fairies, one that has been already registered in a lot of tales, was that they took a mortal and when the mortal wanted to go back, the time has passed and they had lost all families and loved ones. Rip-van-winkle was the most famous of those cases, when you are a living anacronism.

The sirens are not the only ones that could sing a song of memory loss and slavery, more than one fairy is capable of pulling out of their sleeves a trick like that, so it was just a matter of finding what kind of fairy was acting as DJ and why was the fairy doing this little work for the vampires and the rest of the supernatural present in the bar.

Noble crunched the door handle, breaking the door lock with easiness, and entered in the curiously spacious cabin, after taking from the insides of his coat, a pistol; it was a great thing that he had access to the Heaven armory, thanks to his brother Metatron. He could adapt to anything just by putting his hand inside his coat and pulling out the right tool for the task at hand; in this case, a heavy built, 45 ACP, Colt heavy pistol that had enoquian inscriptions all over the rail of the cannon.

Colt brands of weapons has always been a favorite of him, since he meet the man during a time travel and help him forge some serious arsenal for the superheroes of that age, The Old West; his descendants weapons and style are, even today, a very solid option for the serious professionals.

Noble called a lot of modern weaponry, specially firearms, but in all honesty he was not a savant of the modern weaponry, he did know the basic but he could not tell the difference between a G36 and a M4, for him they are just fire weapons, different names, equal function. He calls for fire power and the armory of Heavens put in his hands the precise weapons he need to deliver retribution, it was a nice deal and he had not any intention of messing it up but he has to admit that he tends to be a little picky when it comes to close combat weapons. He grew up with a flintlock pistol and heavy cavalry sword as supreme weapons of his era, and it tends to left him a little lost when the most militaristic of his fellow superheroes comrades start discussing about machine guns, automatic fire, calibers and all that.

The DJ was as lost in the music as the rest of the listeners, so it was simple to walk behind him and, with a specially satisfying hammering sound, put the gun in the back of her head.

Her, yes, it seems that the DJ was a red haired beautiful fairy of long wings that was masquerading as a man, not it was uncommon for the fairies, but he could pierce the glamour at first sight and see what the girl really was. Still, she was a little odd for what Noble knew about fairies, he was dress as some kind of punk girl, but with her classic fairy wings and had several piercing and tattoos on her back and arms, anyhow; she slowly rose her hands after he felt the cold and hurting sensation of cold iron over her skin.

"Good night member of the Beautiful people" can resist Noble to mock the young and rebel fairy, could it be that even the fairies had teenager problems?, it would be most hilarious "I will be grateful if you are so kind to explain me, what are you doing with the minds of the dancers".

The fairy flinched at the mention of the beautiful people remark but the pressure of the cold barrel of the gun on her head, prevent her to do anything rash, still the reaction did not go unnoticed for Noble who simply noted it in a corner of his mind.

"They are dancing" shrugged the girl " no drugs, no alcohol, I make them dance and that's all" said the girl between her clenched teeth.

"Lass, that's bullshit" Noble couldn't prevent it, he was knowledgeable enough to know when a fairy was trying to sell bull to him and he didn't like it " the music of the Sidhe courts is not for mortals, as it works with the fairy food, it makes the one that listens to the music, the slave of the one that play it, making them unable to enjoy any other music from now on".

The stunned silence of the girl was all Noble need, to know that he had hit the nail on the head, although he must admit that it was not the case, not entirely, the mortals are not completely swayed by the music, they have received a low dose and it will not cause permanent harm for their minds and souls.

The girl reacted and Noble was caught by surprise when she turned at amazing speed, caught his wrist and pull the gun low before she pulled out a knife from God knows where, and try to stab him in the shoulder. Noble was not as fast as her, so much was obvious, she could give Peter a run for her money in the reflex department.

He blocked the knife by grabbing her on the wrist and before she could react, he headbutted her with a lot of strength, considering how many sins and sinners were around him, Noble knew that he was very strong right now, and with that force, it was more than easy to knock out the fairy in one brutal headbutt. The collapsed body of the fairy fell backwards with her eyes blank, before rebounding against the table and fell face first into the floor of the room; it was a little despicable now that he thought about it, but the girl did try to stab him and that did not exactly made her win points with Noble.

Sighing, Noble readjusted his illusion and walk over the unconscious body, to look at the mixing table, of course as soon as he glanced at the dammed artifact he almost felt a migraine.

He didn't understand a shit about what all those buttons and levers and all kind of lights and sounds, truly mean, so he opted for the easiest way and simply grab the power cable and pull from it, disconnecting the machine from the electricity that gives him life. Simply but efficient, he was by no means, a technological savant, more the opposite as he still had some troubles adjusting to that things called smartphones and Ipads and other artifacts that were as complex as hell, without any real advantage that he could see or understand.

He was old and put more faith in magic than in tech, sue him; he was an old Ghost Rider after all.

As he expected, the effect on the audience were instantaneous and soon all the dancer start to looking around in confusion and surprise, a lot of them were starting to ask where the hell were they and soon all the mass start to abandon the local.

Noble abandoned the DJ cabin and focus on the mark of the vampires, more concretely in the markings of Blackout, it was easiest to locate thanks to his mixed blood of vampire and Lilithean demon.

He joined the mass of dancers, trying to hide his presence among the flesh mass that tried to move out of the local but in his case, he was moving to the bar of the club, allowing the dance floor to be cleared and preparing for the inevitable confrontation with some of the beings that were hiding in the private reservoirs of the club.

Being honest, he was expecting some battle or confrontation since the beginning, after all he has trashed a slave operation and no matter how many times has tried to warm the supernatural, the arrogance of the older beings was too much for them to listen to good advice when it was given.

He sat in a stool and eyed the fairy posing as a barman, both recognize each other and the fairy just freeze in the place; his fame did precede him, judging from the reaction of the fairy, and not in a good way, but as usual; it depended a lot on what side of the fence you were standing. Noble has never been the most popular of the Avengers, in fact the press tend not to display him too much, his scary appearance tend to fright a lot of the children of the audience and made him the less popular avenger to have in a cover.

Not really a surprise for him, between his biker clothes and his rune trimmed duster, added to the fact that his skull was a monstrosity of long fangs and tusks with a crest of spikes. All those elements combined to give him a very intimidating appearance for the common mortals. The supernatural was more than accustom to even odder looks, and perhaps that why he past too much time among the supernatural and not along the humanity that he was destined to protect. Not to mention, sometimes he was completely lost about that same humanity.

They were so odd at times, that Noble had already surrendered, trying to comprehend some modern tendencies.

Among the supernatural community he was both feared and respect in equal measure, now that he had used the sword of Azrael to kill a minor Hyborean god, half of the community was scared shit less and the other having a field trip. Lots and lots of deities of all eras and dogmas were cautiously rethinking their campaigns to win the hearts and souls of the mortals, and in all honesty, it was a good thing, some R&R will be good after the massive workload he had to deal with during the Chaos War and the consequences of the Gods war that shocked the heavens of the Skrull pantheon, when the main god of their pantheon was slain by the Demogorge.

Interesting times to say the least, but that was for he was made on the first place, well, half of him actually, after all, among all those angelic essence was the soul of a man called Noble Kale, a stupid man who fell in love and become the Sword of the Heavens among his fellow Riders.

Do not say out loud but there is a dozen Riders in earth almost every time, simply they get out of the public eye and deal with the supernatural as quick and fast as they can; most are completely fooled by their caretakers, who made them believe they were agents of the different pantheons and goods of earth or even more convoluted origins, but in reality, they were Agents of Heavens. He tore apart that shitty system as soon as he gained a new body; that will only lead to a shit ton of confusion, brawls with other pantheons and in general a complete pain in the ass to deal with, much better to have a network of Riders, one in every country, all cooperating and dealing with the supernatural so the everyday man was safe and ignorant of what lies behind the curtains.

Finally, the dancers get out of the place and after he managed to convince the fairy, that he was not going to eat his soul, that he only wanted a cold beer if he had; Noble find himself alone in the bar, surrounded by the presence of a dozen individuals.

Taking his beer with him, Noble walked to the center of the dance stage, winking an eye to the fairy in the DJ cabin who was recovering her senses after the headbutt; she shook her head and blinked a pair of times, not very sure about how to take that a flaming skull has winked her.

At the center of the dance floor, Noble just spoke to the private rooms that surrounded the place, it was constructed as a poor imitation of the circles of hell, were the private rooms were directly over the dance floor, allowing the ones inside the rooms to observe the floor and pick their food at their leisure.

"I came as representation of the House of Kale" said Noble, not very sure how many of the present in the privates could pierce his illusion and see him for what he really was " I humbly ask for a woman, Lady Franklin, to be delivered to me".

"And why the hell should we do that juice bag?" asked a very arrogant voice.

Soon, Noble find himself surrounded by a trio of young vampires, all of them with the fangs bare and their faces twisted in a wicked smile and tongues, their pale skin had a tone of gray that Noble recognized immediately.

These fuckers were the progeny of Blackout, they carried the same mixed stench of demonic and vampiric presence, now it seems that the little shit head was capable of infecting others and transforming them, like a true vampire would.

And that's horrid news, he will have to disclose that to the rest of the supernatural defenders all around the glove as soon as he can, enough troubles are already with the known vampire houses and castes of vampires, adding this one; this chaotic and demonic empowered one; to the mix, could result in something explosive.

Before Noble could respond a loud laugh could be hear in all the room, the one behind that laugh was standing in the verge of one of windows of the private rooms.

Grey pants, black boots, ragged muscle shirt, brow ragged duster and a black top hat with feathers, pale skin, strong built and an arrogant smug that make anyone who sees it, a deep desire to erase it from his face with the heaviest bludgeon item available.

Blackout, alright.

"Sorry pal but the lady is the best juice I have found in decades" shrugged with his despicable smirk, all arrogance and fangs "if the house of Kale wants her, sorry, her sweet ass is all mine, in fact...its all yours boys, rip him a new one and send him in pieces to whatever this house of Kale is".

Noble was on the move before the first vampire reacted to the permission, decking him in the jaw before delivering a devastating ax kick to the side of his head and crushing his head against one of the columns on the sides of the dance.

The head of the vampire, crushed like an egg and spread all his brains all over the column, leaving a wide stain of blood and gray matter, curiously the corpse didn't disappear like they usually do, it seems that the blood of Blackout made them more resilient that the usual leeches.

It will do shit against his Ghost Rider powers but good to know, they will have to burn the corpses after they killed them, more work and more expenses for any hunter out there, Blade will be seriously piss off when he will ear of this new vampire breed.

Another vampire jump at his back and he dodged to the side, slamming his fist against the back of his skull and splattering all his head all over the floor, when the sudden force crushed his head between the floor and the punch.

The last one, perhaps the clever of the trio, tried to feint and then slash his throat with his claws, Noble moved his head back, letting the claw pass without any harm and kick the vampire in the inner side of the left knee making him kneel.

He punched his face with a crochet and then throw him against the same column on where his friend has had his head crushed; the vampire fly and slam all his spine against the column who seems to protest with a resounding crack.

Noble used all the momentum gained from the throw and kicked the mid section of the vampire with enough force to liquify his internal organs and bust the column in a explosion of blood, debris and the colorful paper that covered the column.

It was a bad thing that he was the one saying it but...Wow.

Noble knew that he was no martial artist, he knows how to fight, anyone that has been figthing for three hundred years must know a thing or two about how survive the night, but in all honesty, he was not a brawler; he was a swordsman, and the finest of the hand to hand combat were lost to him, but he was a Ghost Rider and had the soul of a Seraphin.

No matter how many times he entered in combat, he has to admit, he was fucking impressive, specially how efficient the violence seems to be every time he fought an enemy, no displays of technique, no flaunts, taunts or feints, direct, brutal and merciless violence that end in the death or defeat of the enemy. Noble loved to be able to respond to any violent situation with such dexterity and efficiency, it was a pity that Danny and Johnny didn't seem to inherit that traits from him, they do tend to be as destructive as they could be and smash their enemies like walking hulks of fire and chains.

Damn he was proud of his descendants, they do have inherited the Kale temper, and it was a good thing consider all of them were Ghost Riders.

The silence in the dance floor was dense, it was not a surprise for the most capable of the witnesses, as they would already pierced through his illusion, but for the lesser ones, they must be freaking out right now, specially his objective, the bastard called Blackout.

Dusting himself a little and drinking from the beer that he didn't let loose in all the fight; God above, he was truly good; Noble ended the beer and crushed the can, throwing the empty and crushed can over his shoulder and spoke once again to the audience.

"Once again, I humbly request for Lady Franklin to be released and delivered to me, as spokesperson of the House of Kale".

Once again, he was surrounded, in a display of strength and acrobatics, by another couple of young vampires and Blackout himself jumped from the privates to the dance floor, the hybrid landed without a sound and adjusting his hat, disdainfully kicked one of the crushed corpses that Noble had left in the dance floor.

"Tch, kids these days, they are useless" shrugged the hybrid without ever losing his arrogant smirk, Noble was starting to truly hate that fucking smirk, no surprise both Johnny and Danny hated this bastard guts.

"You are a thought nut" nodded Blackout taking a sip from the glass that he had in his hand.

Even with the fall, the glass was still full and no drop has been wasted, another vampire trick, most of the youngest ones tend to use that parlor tricks to impress their victims and mortals around.

Now that's a curious thing, Blackout was a professional hitman but he was acting like a rookie vampire on a high of blood...wait, blood, could it be?.

"But you have dug your own grave here, chum" laughed Blackout emptying the glass and throw it to Noble.

The vampires jump at him and he simply caught the glass in mid air with easiness and jump backwards, out of the reach of the vampire hybrids.

Smelling the contents of the empy glass, he confirmed his suspicions.

Blood; not a surprise but he was ready to bet half his fortune that if he made a DNA test, the owner of the blood will be Mattie Franklin.

Fuck; this were very bad news, if Blackout started creating vampires and all of them had a craving for superhuman blood, the hunt will be on the cape community, a war that they were not ready for.

This has to end and it will end now.

Fate on the other hand, had another plans and before he could take out of his duster some weapons to vaporize those fuckers, the heaven fell upon him.

Well, not exactly the heavens but a big piece of ceiling feel directly on top of him, burying him under tons of rubble and debris.

Laying over the rubble and massaging a wounded side, was the leather goddess called Black cat and she has seen better days.

She was one of the best thieves there was, something that has put her on danger more times that she would like to count, but it was on her genes as she was a Hardy, a lot of them are white gloved thieves that stole and leave their victims mouth agape. She was trained by her father, the legendary cat burglar; to be the best there is at stealing and despite her actual status as heroine, she couldn't endure the temptation and did some good nature thievery here and there. Specially if the targets are criminals and all kind of corrupted people that pay more attention to their greed that to the evil they cause. Businessman, bankers, corporations, she had no problems in giving them a lesson from time to time.

But she was now a heroine and that means doing heroine business, rescuing the stupid apprentice of Jessica was one of those heroine things that she had to done, not to mention Peter will be devastated if the child died at the hands of those pale freaks.

At soon as she discovered the place she immediately recognized the vampiric traits of the ones that hold the child hostage, being friends with Blade and Morbius did have its perks, one of them how to identify and kill all kinds of vampires.

But this kind of vampires were a complete new breed of vampires and they are twice as resilient as the common ones, that was giving her a lot more of troubles to keep up with their dammed preternatural strength and agility.

Thankfully, her bad luck powers were working on her favor, as they molested each other trying to reach her, something that she took advantage of and proceed to eliminate as much as them as she could, before the powers just turn down at the most inauspicious moment and let her in a very compromising position, among a horde of bloodthirsty vampires. Then, was when the floor collapsed and she fell several meters down, along a bunch of vampires, landing in a very rude manner against the floor and crushing down a lot of vampires under the rubble.

Good point, she has dealt with a lot of this mutant vampires.

Bad point, she had one or two ribs broken, as consequence of the fall and she was starting to get tired, still what did surprise her the most was the boisterous laugh of the white paled freak that was the sire of this cabal.

"Oh, fucking priceless!" laughed the vampire with the hat, almost bending from the laughs "you just crashed the poor bastard!" pointed at Felicia, who blinked in surprise and then flinched when the consequences of what she had done reached her brain.

Oh dear lord, she has just killed someone, she was not a killer; she will never kill anyone, she was thief not an assassin; but her luck powers had play a very bad joke on her. At the expense of another live, they had saved her own, by burying someone alive under tons of rubble.

"Ow, Ow" stopped laughing the vampire " my ribs hurts, oh dammit, I didn't laugh so much since I killed Dannys girlfriend in front of him, thanks bimbo, that was a good laugh".

Felicia stiffened at the calling of bimbo, something that only serve to remind her of the broken ribs she had, but the fury of the insult put new adrenaline in her veins, perhaps she couldn't rescue Mattie but she will scape and seek vengeance another day.

She hissed, the adrenaline running through her veins give her the edge she needed to make a run for the exit and lost them in New york roofs, a place she rules along Peter and a dozen of different heroes that plagued New york skies and night.

Scratching the stone with the claws in her gloves, she prepared to fight.

The vampires jump at her, fangs bare and jaw open and she tensed to jump and behead one of them with her claws, but then the debris at her sides exploded with a sound that remind her a lot of the ignition of a Harley Davidson.

Two twin, high caliber, pistols barrels clogged themselves in the mouths of the vampires who whined in surprise for a second, before the guns thundered, spreading their brains all over the ceiling of the place.

The thunder of the guns slowly dispersed, but no one said a word as they were all still stunned for the sudden and brutal death of the vampires, however, Felicia rolled over the debris, hissing from the pain in the ribs, when the concrete, metal and plastic under her start to crumble and tear apart.

Like the fin of a shark, the crest of Noble pierced the material that had almost crushed him, at his contact the concrete shattered and broke, until he stood over his feet in all his blazing and pissed off glory.

The barrels of his guns were still smoking and bathed in the gruesome remnants of the heads of both vampires.

His anger was almost palpable and waved over the club like a tsunami, none of the present could ignore the presence that the flaming skeleton was radiating like a fire in the middle of the darkness.

The blood dripped from the guns as Noble stand over the collapsed ceiling, he turned his face to the privates room and let the ones hiding in the shadow know, that no interruption will be tolerated and without the need of words, an understanding was reach.

It was a good thing that his fame precede him, it was no secret that he had an ax to grind with any kind of vampires, so far the only ones that he had allowed to live where Detective Hannibal King and Doctor Michael Morbius, the rest that had faced the Ghost Rider has been found roasting at the morning sun or butchered like cattle.

The ones hidden in the shadows over him were no pushovers but at the same time, they had nothing to gain in this conflict, the cattle has already left the building and the spell of the songs has been broken. Interfere between the Spirit of Vengeance and his objective was always a bad thing, specially when his objective is a vampire of any house or caste, not to mention this was one of the most powerful Ghost Riders that the world has seen in centuries. Turning his gaze to the fallen Black Cat; who was already on her feet and ready for combat in a crouching position that will allow her to claw the throat of anyone stupid enough to have a go at her; Noble just eyed with curiosity the woman.

He didn't expect to find any ally inside the building and he didn't have meet Black Cat personally until now, well, not Black Cat but yes Felicia Hardy, and for a one like him, who can not be deluded by simply masks, he could identify the curvaceous black leather dressed woman at his left as Lady Hardy.

Curious, but as a lot of other occasions, he will keep the secret for himself.

The dangerous topic of the hidden identities was starting to became a hot topic in the TV and those things called social networks, it was terrific how the humanity has dumber itself in the technology, so dependent of those shiny screens and things.

He put the guns back into the coat, and turned his gaze directly to Blackout, who has lost his arrogant smirk and had a snarl of fury barely contained inside his throat; the hybrid had lost the control of the situation and knew a menace when he saw one.

This was not one of the Ghost Riders he knew and fought in the past, Danny was not as versed in his powers as this monstrosity was, even her grandmother Lilith feared this Rider, as he was one of the most powerful of them, in fact he once ruled a layer of Hell and for that, one need some mayor balls. The silent extended until Noble give a step ahead and unconsciously, all the vampires and Blackout give a step back, showing fear was a great mistake in the supernatural community but his animal instincts, her demonic essence were telling them to run and hide or fight and die, there was no other options.

Noble raise his flaming gloved skeleton hand and pointed directly at Blackout, speaking with a voice that make the club rumble for a second; a trick that he learn from Metatron; voice of God; the angel always knew how to make some serious, spectacular, entrances when it wanted.

"Give the girl to me, leech, and you will walk away tonight" sentenced, not say, he directly sentenced to all the vampire hybrids in front of him.

"Fuck you, fire bulb" hissed Blackout who didn't want to lose face in front of the witnesses and could not lose such a powerful blood like the one of the girl he managed to seduce accidentally.

Her blood was addictive and rich, so fill with energies and power that he has evolved just from the first sip, he will never let her go, he knew that if he stopped drinking her blood, his powers will diminish, he need to drink a lot of her before his new powers estabilished.

"I don't swing that way leech" laughed shorty Noble and suddenly a chain erupted from within the sleeve of his duster, grabbing one of the vampires in front of him and making him explode in flames, like he was just combusted spontaneously.

The screams of the dying and burning vampire made everyone react and all jumped, ones to took distance and others to rescue the girl on the private room that had the windows open, leaving the groggy girl over a couch with her pale skin visible.

Blackout jumped at Noble, the other vampire jump at Felicia, as she shot her claw and steel rope to the floor so she could take the girl out of there ASAP.

Noble smiled and drag back the chain, punching Blackout in the face before the hybrid could reach him, the sudden force stop him mid air and broke his nose in a nasty crunch sound, before he fell to the ground and rolled frenetically, not a second after, the boot of Noble stomped the ground where his head has been, creating a two inch crater in the dance floor.

The chain in Nobles hands whistled as he started to rotating it at high speeds and then erupted in flames, making it appear as he had a wheel of flames in his hand, with a lazy gesture, Noble threw the wheel in front of him and suddenly the wheel disjointed himself, throwing a rain of flaming links at Blackout.

The vampire saw the apocalypse coming at him, and in an impressive display of acrobatics, he jumped back with a back flip and jumped over all the links before they torn him to shreds.

He has seen how easy has managed the chain to complete obliterate one of his new children, and by no means will he allow any of that shit to touch his skin, the touch of the fire of the Riders was deep pain inside his mind as in one occasion, one of them burn half his face and almost killed him.

Noble called back the links, who obeyed quickly and with a twist of his wrist all the chain readjusted and slit inside of his sleeve.

Blackout was in a crouching position on the wall over him, as all mature vampires he could glue himself to the wall and stand in that position for as long as he wanted, however Blackout should not be able to do that, he was a hybrid, not a full fledged vampire. That was another serious divergence, so the theory Noble was formulating in his head was taking more and more sense by the moments and if he was human, he would have already experimented a serious chill up his spine.

If, and that's a big IF, If, the blood of spiderwoman, a blood both enhanced by magic and science, had produced the effect of evolve the powers of the hybrid into the ones more adequate to a full fledged vampire, that will means that all of those bitten and transformed by him will look out for the blood of the superhuman, as it will be far more beneficial for them that the common mortal blood. By accident, Blackout will become a plague to the superhuman community, Superheroes and Villains alike, none shall scape from the thirst of the vampires, they had tried a similar bullshit in the past, when one of the bastard child of Drakula tried to transform the entire X-nation of Utopia. However, these kin will be different, as the demonic blood of Lilith, even diluted as it is, will make them more dangerous that the common vampires; for example they could withstand the sun light, up to a point, considering how Blackout seems to have survived to be exposed to the morning sun.

In resume, he will be a fucking plague, and just get Lady Franklin out of his hands will not be enough, he will just charm another and if the blood of spiderwoman caused this, Noble didn't even want to know what could happen if he managed to seduce Jen, She-hulk, or Carol, Captain Marvel.

No, he will not allow it, neither in this life or any other.

Blackout will die tonight at his hands, and if by any twist of the always unpredictable fate, the bastard manages to scape tonight, he will put a reward for his pale head, so high that all monsters hunters out there will salivate at the mere sight of the numbers. Noble pick up a weapon from within his duster and smirked mentally when a heavy, silvered broadsword exited from the confines of the duster, all over the flat of the blade, enoquian letters for punishment and death glowed in red, announcing the vampire that he will meet his fate tonight.

Noble raised the sword and comfortably supported it over his shoulder like it weights nothing, he extended his free hand and shoot a bunch of chains to where Blackout was crouching like a beast waiting for a chance.

The vampire moved at amazing speed, dodging the chains that simple destroyed the wall on where he was just a second ago; landing in the floor, he pounced like a lion over Kale that simply raise the broadsword to intercept the claws.

Recognizing the danger, Blackout twisted in mid air and throw a round kick to the side of Noble head, the flaming skeleton just moved his head a little backwards and let the kick pass in front of his face.

Blackout backpedaled to dodge an incoming attack from the sword, the blade buried himself in the floor, like the concrete was nothing but fine sand, and before the vampire could take advantage, the chain come back to Noble, surrounding him like a cyclone of very sharp links. The vampire took a stance far from Noble and hissed in fury and fear, he has sensed the power of the broadsword and he did fear it, the runes, although he couldn't understand them, had only one meaning.

Death.

Simply as that, those runes were designed to be the bane of all kind of supernatural beings, specially demons, his demonic blood boiled at the sight of those dammed letters. Kale took control of the chains, letting then hang from the free hand and recovered his weapon, extracting it from the floor with easiness.

Both glared at each other from their side of the dance floor, for a minute.

With a roar, Blackout jumped at Noble and the Rider solidify his stance, allowing his chains to rise like serpents, preparing his red glowing broadsword for the combat.

Meanwhile, Felicia had his own problems to deal with.

She has jumped far from the main spot, looking for a quick grab and run, picking up the devastated Mattie, she couldn't know that the girl has been used for feeding recently, in a manner that the kiss of the vampire produce ecstasy in the victim and left it as nothing more than a flesh doll, lost in the ecstasy of the feeding.

Mattie was lost on the unnatural pleasure that comes as result of being blood sucked by vampires, a lot of blood junkies like her tend to lost themselves in the pleasure of the kiss, very similar to a very powerful orgasm but without the funny activities before. The kiss of the vampire could be pleasurable or painful as hell, it does depend on the caste and the preferences of the vampire, the caste of Drakula prefers to drown the victims in pleasure instead of fear and pain.

Varnae on the other hand could do both but he tends to left her victims in a frozen expression of terror and pain, just his style so it seems.

With the agility that only an Olympic level athlete would be able to display, she jumped into the open private, rebound in the debris and the columns that surrounded the room, entering in it and quickly checking the state of the girl. Sighing in relief as the girl was only dazed and still under the trance of the kiss, she picked out of her utility belt some salts to try to wake up the girl, even in this state she could fly and that would be great to get the hell out of here.

She barely dodged the claw that almost decapitated her, the nails of the vampire managed to rip of some of her silver locks and she hissed from the sudden stingy pain and the lost of her hair, she was very proud of her silver locks, they were the same as her dad and she loved them.

Dodging the claw, she launched a devastating kick to the vampire, any human being would be ready for count, but these things were made of sturdier material and he just shrugged the impact and catching her by the ankle, he just toss her against one of the walls. Twisting in mid air, Felicia managed to transform the maneuver into another that will favor her, as she used the wall as support to launch herself against the vampire, surprising the hybrid with her attack; and clawing his face with her own reinforced claws.

The inch deep gash made the vampire cry in anger and pain, but for the amazement of Felicia, the dammed wounds start regenerating in front of her stunned face.

Now, that's unfair; but fortunately for her, she knew how to deal with the vampires.

Landing in a crouching position, she waited and pick a little thing from her utility belt and patiently waited for the vampire to turn around and focus her anger on her, with a teasing smirk, she licked her gorgeous red lips and make a come hither move with one of her claws.

The vampire just take it, hook, line and sinker.

Jumping at her with all the fierceness of a ravaging beast, any thought lost, other than bite her neck off and drink her blood, the vampire extended her claws and opened her grotesque fanged mouth at her. It was bad luck that some dust from the battle find its way to his eyes, blinding him for a second, so he could not see how Black cat dodged jumping over him in an acrobatic pirouette, and it was real bad luck that he could not see the little ball in front of him, so he just take it in his mouth and by reflex gulp it down.

The vampire landed and coughed violently, before he turned around to see Black cat standing in a provocative pose and blowing a kiss to him, along waving a hand in a "good bye" motion.

He blinked by the absurdity of the action, considering how he was going to tear her a new one and suck her blood dry, but then, the tiny ball in his stomach reached the end of his countdown and exploded. The vampire stiffened and with a gurgle he collapsed over the edge, falling to the dance floor below; cause of death?, having all his inner organs tear apart by silver shrapnel bathed in holy water.

She will have to seriously thanks Blade later for this lovely things, thought Felicia smirking in satisfaction and returning her gaze to the body of Mattie that was starting to finally recover, kneeling at the side of the girl, Felicia took out from her utility belt a little canteen.

Mattie blinked, starting to regain consciousness again and groaned in a mix of protest and whine, as the aftereffects of the vampire kiss were still acting over her pleasure nerves like a potent drug, gasping a pair of times, she tried to focus her attention on the woman kneeling at her side but she was still stumbling between her pleasure trance and consciousness.

The entire building tremble when a column of raging fire erupted in the middle of the dance floor, calling the attention of both women as the fire was far for being a common fire, it carries a purity and power beyond whatever fire the mortals could create with any tools.

Mattie stumbled but she was not in condition of doing anything, however Felicia; once again ignoring the pinches her bruised and probably broken ribs were giving to him; move closer to the edge of the edge of the open windows of the private room and took a look to see what was going on below.

She smiled at what she saw.

Blackout was not by any means, a pushover, however he was way out of his league with Kale and soon the difference made itself clear.

When they clashed over the dance floor, Blackout noticed how stronger than him was Kale but at the same time, he took good notice of how he was way more agile and faster than the Rider.

Dodging and getting out of the attacks of the Rider, he managed to tear his duster with his claw before the blazing skeleton could launch a replica or trap him with that dammed chain of his. Still, he had taken some minor wounds every time the Rider launch the links of the chain like a hail of deathly shrapnel at him; those things hurt like hell and he noted how his wounds were not healing at the usual rate. In fact they were not healing at all, something that send a shiver through Blackout spine, that means that chain could really kill him, neither his new vampire powers, neither his demonic heritage would do shit to keep him alive.

He had lost his fedora hat a while ago, when the sword almost decapitated him as he tried to get a good shoot to the neck of the skeleton; fighting against a thing like the Rider was a difficult thing as the usual crippling and lethal attack do nothing to him.

Perhaps if he managed to broke some of his bones, but for that, he will have to get too close for his tastes and being completely realistic, this was a very unfair battle for him, he could bleed and die but the Rider not. Blackout jumped and feinted to dodge the chain, before it created a new crater in the dance floor, at the same time the sword draw a line in the air that almost bisected him, but the hybrid slip under the cut and kicked the side of the left knee of the Rider with all his might.

The flaming skeleton lost balance and kneel because of the impact, but the bones and knee didn't shatter as Blackout hoped they should have done, considering his new strength and how had he put all his new found might into the brutal crippling kick. Using his crouching position as starting position, he tried to jump at the head of the Rider and rip his head of by pure brute strength, it could be one of the ways to end the battle and get his well deserved price.

The old and the new bimbo will be a sweet dessert after all this exercise.

But one blazing hand caught his face and with force enough to crack his head, it slammed him to the ground, creating a five inches crater on the place on where he has been brutally slammed to the floor, his eyes went white for a second but his new found vampire resilience allow him to recover almost instantaneously and with an expression of horror push the hand that was burning his face out of his face.

Recovering his chain, Noble was about to pierce the head of Blackout with his sword as soon as he had chokeslammed the hybrid to the floor, but the vampire took strength out of his desperation and managed to get free of his grip, rolling and back flipping out of his reach before he thrust the sword into his head. Blackout get up and grab his face, the hand had left a very nasty burning imprint over his face, it was a mark that will cost a lot to heal, if it even heals at some point, the pain was unbearable, this was not a normal burning, it grates on his nerves and soul like an acid.

Eying with hate the bastard between his fingers, Blackout gaped and barely reacted in time when a beach ball size fire ball, fly his way. The explosion send his body flying against the wall, adding the pain of the impact to the already great pain of his scorched face, barely standing over his legs, Blackout look at the one that was making him suffer and gulped.

Usually, Noble is a very scary presence, the flames, the monster like skull, the black duster and the biker gear was not precisely an image that served to calm anyone, well, he was not the usual superhero out there, but the truth is that Kale was, always, containing his own powers. He reacted to the menace, as his powers depends greatly on the sins that his enemy had committed and the number of victims that claim vengeance against him, but, there is a fact that can not be forgotten and is the fact that his powers are equal to one of the Seraphic Chorus in Heaven.

Noble had the soul and the power of the Seraphim Zadquiel, angel of Retribution and Vengeance, one of the Seraphim that fought during the Great war and created reality as we know it.

Now, Noble was very piss off and his presence erupted from him like the waves of a Tsunami. With a sword in one hand and the chain in the other, duster flowing with the fire that roared all over his skeletal body, he was a very terrifying figure and for a second, a glorious set of fire wings erupted from his back before vanishing in the air.

Blackout knew it, if he didn't get out of here, this Ghost Rider will kill him in the most gruesome and painful way he could imagine, and the taste of that chain and sword was still burning on his nerves.

The hybrid look up and saw the Black Cat smiling at his suffering, hate filled his mind, how dared this stupid slut to laugh at him?, she was nothing but a source of blood, and for what he smelled, she was nothing but a human with a slutty leather costume. Nothing like the delicious and empowering blood of the girl, although there was an aftertaste of poison that Blackout didn't like, he couldn't deny the effectiveness of the blood of the girl that has allowed him to became a full vampire.

Anger and hate start to battle in his mind but he was not a youngster in the blood, and taking the reins of his own dark emotions, he channeled them into strength, using his daemonic powers to increase his strength, endurance and speed, his fangs become longer and his already odd eyes went totally black from the sudden increase in physical capabilities.

Still, Blackout will not use his new found powers to fight, not even with his sudden power up will he be able to match the sheer power that the Ghost Rider was emanating in waves, so he opted for a more clever tactic and get the hell out of there.

But of course, before he would leave them something to remember; this was far from over as he will hunt down the girl again, in fact he will create more vampires like him and start hunting the superhuman community in a search for more blood like the one that little one possessed.

He moved and the rest of the world seems to react in slow motion, it was one of the best things that had come along with his new found powers, his speed was now off the charts, and that only made him enjoy more the terrified expression that his victims used to make when he ripped their throats out.

He jumped over a column and rebound from one side to another, gaining more and more closeness to the silver haired bimbo that was slowly turning her face to him and her expression slowly changing to one of terror.

His senses pick up the faint smell of silver and how she was pathetically slowly trying to get out of her belt something that smelled like garlic; the smell offended Blackout deeply, not that he cared in the beginning but he was now very susceptible to the smell of silver and garlic, not to mention holy water was like acid, even worse than before.

Blackout landed in the edge of the room, and with a quick round kick, send Felicia tumbling to the side of the room, in a slow pained expression, he smirked, he has barely put any strength in the kick; he wanted the bimbo as dessert and for that she must be alive, for now; but her ribs were already bruised if not broken and the kick had only reminded her of her painful wounds.

He turned to the wobbling Mattie and smiled, in a way that only show his feral and monstrous teeth to the girl, she did try to present battle, oh, he could tell from the shacking of his legs and her defiant eyes but that only made her blood even more rich.

He gave a step ahead and the universe erupted in pain, agonizing and scorching pain that made him scream at the top of his lungs.

Mattie blinked, Felicia blinked, hell, even Blackout blinked a pair of times, not believing what just happened.

Two feet of the broadsword of the Ghost Rider has erupted from his chest in a shower of blood and flesh, tearing apart his spine, organs and ribs like they were wet paper and what was worst was how the sword was burning the wound, impeding it to regenerate.

Blackout tumbled and try to turn around to see his killer and founded how Noble has just link the chain to the handle of the sword and toss it at him like a lance, piercing his back with easiness.

Noble smiled internally, this leech has been specially annoying and that cheap trick of going after the ladies has pissed him off greatly, so he just treat him like the annoying mosquito that he was portraying himself to be and swat him with a cannon. Rolling some chain over his left arm, he pulled back with force enough to drag Blackout out of the place and flying right at him; channeling all the strength he could in his right arm, Noble simply punched the face of Blackout as the hybrid struggle to get free from the sword that had impaled him through the back.

Two forces collide and the head of Blackout was simply blown away from his shoulders, as the fire covered skeleton punch of Noble meet his face with enough force to bypass all his unnatural resilience and tear apart the reinforced muscles and bones.

The bloodied and beaten heap of flesh that was the head of Blackout, fly all the way back to the open private room and with a resounding and wet squelch, landed in front of the stunned Mattie who was still trying to process all that has happening.

Felicia was as amazed as the younger woman, but she was more accustom to these things and fighting the pain of her busted ribs, she smiled fiercely, feeling a lot better, now that Peters fellow Avenger has taken down that hybrid thing.

The body of Blackout fall at the side of Noble, losing all the inertia from the pull by the sudden punch, tensing the chain Noble channeled some fire into the links and soon a line of fire run along the chain to the sword and make the corpse burn in flames.

White and red flames that consume the body of the hybrid vampire with greed, burning it completely until only a shadow remain, forever burned to the floor of the club, the sword clanged at the floor and with a twist of his wrist, Noble picked up the sword and put it back inside his coat, sending it to where it belongs. Suddenly pointing a one skeleton finger to the cabin of the DJ, he turned his blazing skull to the fairy inside who was watching it all with a stunned face and one of those freaking apparatus called Iphone, Ipad or whatever the hell they were.

"Lass, I seriously hope, for your own health, that you have NOT record and upload any of this to that thing called the internet" said Noble in a very, very dangerous serene voice.

The little punk fairy just froze and just erased the vid she has just recorded, she prefered to live, thank you very much and right now, fucking the seven feel tall flaming angry skeleton was not precisely the cleverest thing to do.

Pity, she will hit the roof of the visits in youtube if she uploaded this to her channel, the rest of the fairy court will be so jealous, it would have been worth the headache she had because of the headbutt she has suffered before. But all things considered, she was more than happy that the Ghost Rider did not blow his head of with the revolver he had, and just headbutted her to the next Sunday; good thing she was from a sturdy caste, otherwise she would be still unconscious.

"Good girl" chuckled the skeleton and turn his gaze to the rest of the private rooms, his constant aura of flames erupted into a pair of wings again for a second, allowing everyone with a bit of occult knowledge, to know who exactly are they messing with.

"Let this be a reminder" thundered and the crystals of the place shatter " that the shadows of the Earth belong to the Ghost Riders, that humanity is under our protection".

Noble walked next to the private room of Blackout and with a single jump, he reached the place with easiness, turning his body to the rest of the club and chuckled again.

He was going to be a little vulgar but sometimes, being rude is the needed wake up call, all these cretins need to remember who are they fucking with.

"You are warned, children of the night, you fuck us, we fuck you, hard, long and without lube".

Noble moved to pick up the mangled head of Blackout, he could still see the lingering soul of the vampire on it, as all the lineage of Lilith, they are a sturdy bunch, as hard to kill as fucking cockroaches.

"Tough son of a bitch, literally" with a couple of mystical hand moves, the head of Blackout disappeared, safely stored in a personal pocket dimension, something that you must have already prepared when you are dealing with dangerous artifacts and things like that.

Black Cat has already surrendered and was more interested in be sure that Mattie was alright, she owned this favor to Peter and she knew what was to be the rookie in town, specially when you had no superpowers, well except her bad luck, but they were unreliable as they act when they please.

Noble appeared over both of them, scaring both, none of them had any kind of previous contact or interaction with the Avenger, and after the violent and ruthless display he has presented against the bastard that hold Mattie thralled, they were a little worried about changing one master for another but as soon as he talked, their fears dispersed.

"You alright ladies?" asked Noble in a soft, serene and deep tone, if this skeleton was no medic, Felicia will eat the cat ears of her older uniform "please allow me to help you get out of here, you need attention, both of you had suffered enough today".

Noble pick up from the pockets of his duster a little silver canteen and put it over the dry lips of Mattie who eagerly start to drink from the fresh and delicious water of the canteen, however she soon fell unconscious again.

"Sleep lass, let the Water of Galilee help you heal in body and spirit" chanted Noble as a tiny light aura appeared over the body of Mattie, making her sleep soundly and more relaxed.

Taking her in bridal style, Noble turned his gaze to Black Cat who was already more than ready to exit the place but the adrenaline was starting to gear of and her wounds were starting to affect her and erode her will, she unconsciously caressed her ribs and other minor wounds all over her body.

"Come on lass, we need to get you treated as soon as possible" said Noble, whispering some words, only hear those words make Felicia shudder, it was something that resonated within her, like the words touched her soul.

Soon a portal, an oval silver hole in the reality, surrounded by golden lightnings appeared in front of them.

"Ladies first" bow slightly Noble, with care of do not harm the girl in his arms, letting Felicia enter first in the portal.

She smirked a little, he was kind and a gentleman, who knew?, she entered the portal and feel a cold sensation run through him as she crossed a great distance in a second.

Not her first rodeo with portals and the such, she had traveled to parallel lands, time shifts, crazy dimensions and even to Hell itself, but this portal had two differences from any other that she remembered.

First of all, was the coldness, usually the portals left those who travel trough them with the stomach upturn, much like forced teleportations, but this portal just leave her with a fresh sensation all over her skin, not a chilling sensation but the same as a gentle, cold breeze, in a hot day.

The second was how easily was the passing, no confusion, no tumbling, it was like crossing a door, there was no physical consequence from the transportation, nothing and it was a surprise; a very welcome one.

She eyed the room on where she has been moved and blinked a pair of times, it does resemble a little hospital room, with a pair of clean white beds, golden colored room dividers and some medical machines here and there. It was not precisely a big room, but it was more than enough to attend a pair of patients like them, however, what did truly call her attention was the alchemist like desk and paraphernalia, that covered one of the walls of the room, at the side of both beds. Carefully ordered and displayed, along all kind of tools, like a wooden mortar and mace to grind ingredients, a long and complicated alembic with a little oven under him to produce flames.

She moved when the other two appeared in the room, closing the portal behind them.

"I bid you welcome to my private hospital" commented Noble, leaving with care Mattie over one of the beds, the girl look much more relaxed and her body did seem to be recovering from the draining of the vampires.

"Knew it, you truly are a doctor" teased Felicia but when she moved, her ribs reminded that she was wounded and it was about time to take a breath.

"Oh, yes and no, Lady Hardy" shrugged Noble walking to the desk and picking up some ingredients and ignited with a snap of his fingers, the fire under the alembic.

Felicia was so stunned by the response that she even forgot of the pains of her ribs.

"How on earth?" ask her, the secret identities are a very serious matter these days.

After the mess with the Skrulls, there was rumors that some clever; please notice that the sarcasm machine has exploded; politician decided to vote some superhero regulation, one that will control the superhero population so they will not run amok among the civilians.

Being completely honest, Noble was convinced it was a good and a bad idea at the same time...

How did Peter put it?, ah, yes, "The big guy-bad guy factor".

As big is the bad guy, bigger must be the good guy to stop him, unfortunately, most of the bad guys are bad guys one hundred percent of the time; the good guys, on the other hand, are good guys parttime, they had families, jobs, responsibilities to fulfill appart of saving the world dressed in spandex.

There are heroes like Cage that didn't care a shit, he had no secret identity itself, Noble was very similar, he had no secret identity, simply because he was already dead, he was a body bring back to life by Metatron, the voice of God and became one of the most powerful Ghost Riders the world has ever saw. Not to mention, that thanks to Drakula, he couldn't transform back to human for the moment, it would mean his human body demise and total transformation in Ghost Rider, losing a very needed human anchor for the power of a Seraphim.

"Do not fret my lady" calmed Noble, mixing some liquids and after dropping a pinch of white powder in the mix, put it over the flame, leaving it to boil.

"But, how?" demanded her a little apprehensive.

"Well, that could be a long tale lass" chuckled Noble turning to him "would you be a dear and sit on that bed, so I can treat your ribs and explain myself?" pointed Noble to one of the empty bed.

Felicia was wary of the blazing skeleton, she knew that he was one of the Avengers, he has appeared more than enough times on TV to not recognize the seven feet tall and scary form of the Ghost Rider, but she had never guessed how he was a mix between a brawler, a European noble and a witch doctor. It was confusing and Felicia hated to be confused, she was the one with the secrets not otherwise, however she must admit that this time, perhaps she has chewed more than she could shallow and owed her live to the Rider.

That was no excuse to intrude in his real identity like that, but she will allow him some space, after all, he has indeed saved her life and Matties.

Noble picked up a jar with a balsam and a piece of white fabric, walking to the place where Felicia was sat, and knelled, so he could be at a similar height with the ribs of the woman, with the precision and ability of one that has done the same thing a thousand times, he covered one side of the fabric with the balsam.

"My lady, I need to press this against your skin, not your uniform" chuckled Noble and Felicia send a cold glare at him for the smartass remark.

"Answers first, tall, dark and burning" smirked her.

Noble chuckled and sighed, he could understand the wariness of the lady, a lot of his fellow Avengers went great length to cover their identities.

"As you wish lass" shrugged Noble standing up and leaving the fabric and the balsam over a table near the bed.

"As you can see, I do not have eyes" explain Noble " so I do not perceive the world as the rest of the mortals".

Now that he mention it, Felicia felt a little stupid, how was possible for a flaming skull like him to "see" the world?, but that doesn't explain how was possible to him to identify people under mask.

"I do not see physical appearance only, I see all, I can see souls" said Noble looking over the shoulder to the boiling mix " and being completely honest with you lass, I do tend to remember beautiful souls like yours".

Felicia blinked a pair of times, was him flirting with her?, she was a little taken aback after that but, what the hell, not every day you can flirt with an Avenger, pity it was not Thor or the Captain, but the Ghost Rider has proven to be a gentleman so far.

"Oh, flatterer" Felicia lean a little to show a little more cleavage, but her ribs stung and she hissed from the pain, cutting her flirting response short.

"Now, my lady, lets have a look at that ribs, we don't want to leave a mark in such pristine skin isn't it?" laughed softly Noble and pick up again the balsam.

Felicia frown, she hated to not be able to tease back, but he was right, she was more wounded than she would like to admit, still, she didn't lose the chance to slowly open the zipper of her uniform and deliberately slow reveal the perfect skin that lies beneath the leather, along her more than well endowed breasts.

Of course, she frowned a little more, when she took notice that the skeleton could not blush, not show any reaction, nothing; and that infuriated her a little, she wanted payback against this smartass, but soon her anger melted under the wonderful touch of the Rider. With the expertise of a professional masseuse, Noble put the wet and cold fabric over her swollen ribs, carefully spreading the balm over her defined stomach, back and side, barely touching the underside of her breast.

For her embarrassment, her nipples were starting to react by their own to the wonderful effect that the balsam and the fire hands of the Ghost Rider were provoking, she glared the skeleton with a mix of a blush and a scowl; leaning on her good side and letting him do, whatever he wanted with her. Noble didn't show anything, how could he?, flaming skeleton with a duster and biker gear remember?, no facial expression, zero body language, nothing.

Of course inside his mind was laughing his ass off and finely appreciating, how all the woman that he knew during his hero career were always, stunningly, hot women.

"Well, that should be sufficient" said Noble and Felicia couldn't but purr in protest for the sudden absence of touch.

When she noticed what she has done, he sent a cold and murderous glare to Noble, who just close up the balsam jar and let the bandage spread over her ribs, damn him and his unreadable body and skull, Felicia felt frustrated; was this how Peter felt when she played with him?, uh, she was not accustomed to be on the other side of the teasing fence. Noble put back the jar on its shelf; it has been very funny to mess a little with the Black Cat, for what Peter told him from time to time, she was the master teaser, so he had enacted a little retribution on the woman.

Angel of Vengeance remember?, its on the blood or fire, whatever.

Not to mention he did have enjoy teasing the girl, she was a very beautiful woman, in mind, body and soul; and it has been quite the long time since any woman was valiant enough to flirt with him. Noble was very conscious of his intimidating physical aspect, he knew that he was not made to be an epitome of the social relationship and being unable to change back into a human form, only add an extra layer of difficult to any possible relationship.

That's why he could only establish relationship among the cape community and the supernatural community, who are accustomed to the impossible being done every day and to accept odd appearances, as a common thing.

However, despite all his powers, under God blessings, he was only a man, and as man he was as susceptible to temptation as any other man; he was simply more prepared to deal with it or simply shrug it off when the situation demanded it. Being forced to stand as Rider one hundred percent of the time, had only complicated things even more, not to mention that Satana and him, kind of broke, before she disappeared with the Thunderbolts to God knows what dimension.

Noble was actually single but in all honesty, now he couldn't care less for the other sex, even in the lust in his soul actually get the best of him, he is incapable of loving a woman the usual way, he will have to fabricate a body for that. Easy as pie when you are Supreme sorcerer, but the body will fell like a prison, a jail for his soul, he will feel oppress and chained, never again, after the chains in hell, never again, not now, not ever.

The other option was to simply let her fire roam over the body of the woman and sent fireworks through her mind, body and soul; if the victim was not a supernatural being capable of withstand the wave, she will be put under a nervous breakdown from the heavenly; not pun intended; pleasure, resulting in a coma. He would never put a woman under that trance, although he suspects there was a lot of possible candidates that would and enjoy such coupling, it was one of the few good things about this age of wonders.

There are no impossibles, only improbables.

Taking the glass with the boiled mix over the fire, out of the heat, he inspected the beverage with attention, this must be perfect otherwise it will be a waste of resources and time. Removing the contents with a wooden stick, he chanted a little aria and the contents of the glass turn it color to a dull gray.

Temporary satisfied, Noble put back the mix over the fire and let it boil again.

He turned to check the pulse and mouth of the sleeping Mattie, examining her canines, fortunately, the water of Galilee was doing a wonderful job, keeping the vampire infection at bay, until he could cook a more permanent remedy.

Alchemy was one of the best branches of the Occult arts, he didn't understand why they were so little magicians versed on it, it could cure and kill at the same time and was versatile enough to always had something on the oven against all kind of menaces and dangers, pun not intended by the way. Unfortunately, alchemy did not follow the usual chemistry rules and you can found yourself mixing water and oil into a paste, and making it work.

Magic was the supreme cheater as a lot of heroes put it; in reality it was the same as science but from another perspective, this age focus so much in the supreme value of science that they forgot that the letters and the numbers are exactly the same.

1 is ONE, equal value, equal results.

What is the difference between?:

One plus one equals two and 1+1=2.

Answer: None at all.

Lady Hardy was glaring daggers at him from the bed; he could sense her annoyance of being the teased and not the teaser, but he was enjoying the punishment of the woman too much to cut it. Doing some quick calculations about boiling points and some extra ingredients; just to be in safe side, now that he has already rescued the girl, it will be very rude to let her transform and became a vampire; he calculated that he had one hour ahead.

"Calm your anger Lady Hardy" said Noble without even turning, putting some more yellow powder inside the boiling mix " relax and let the balsam do his job, tensing your muscles will only slow the healing".

Felicia wanted to stab the bastards in the back, but she has to admit, the balsam that he had put over her ribs has completely cut off the pain better than morphine, not to mention the extra massage has made her purr...

"You still hadn't told me how you know my name?" that's it girl, no not focus on that flaming hands against your skin, save that thought for later, when you are alone.

"We have meet before" shrugged Noble " just we had meet under our civilians identities".

Noble let the silent expand for a minute as he could sense the frustration of the girl grow bigger by the moment, she truly hated to be in the dark and not in control of the conversation, but the soothing effect of the balm was too much for her anger and soon relaxed and sighed.

"Well, are you going to tell me or not?" pouted the girl from the bed where she was laying, his torso half naked and it was a supreme upper half, any model out there would sell their souls for half the physical perfection she had.

"Well..." said Noble incapable of resisting to the temptation of mess with the woman, it has been so long since he could flirt, joke and tease a female, that he loved every second of it.

Felicia waited and Noble just keep stirring the potion with the wooden stick, without saying anything, the silence prolonged for another minute, until Noble took out the stick and turning to Felicia he just say.

"It is a secret".

Felicia groaned and just feel like facepalm herself, now she was convinced, she hated to be the teased one. Noble laughed and his laugh was a deep one, full with power yet the unmistakeable tint of amusement was hid within his laugh; no doubt the Ghost Rider was having a great time, walking in front of the bed, where Felicia was laying, he suddenly bow in front of the woman and with a voice that send shivers through the spine of Felicia, he presented himself.

"I am Noble Kale, of the proud House of Kale" said Noble " I am honored of make your acquittance Lady Hardy".

Felicia blinked, blushed and frown in a matter of a second after the elegant presentation of Noble, as a well educated lady, she knew the ways of the high society and as secret reader of all kind of romantic novels, she was sure she has read something among those lines in her books. Well, the ladies were not half naked with their broken ribs in the process of healing and the men were not towering flaming skeletons, but you get the essence of the matter.

"Charmed, I'm sure" said Felicia as she got more comfortable in the bed where she was laying, this ointment of his was a wonder, how come he has not commercialized it already?, half the cape community will donate a kidney for something like this. She asked that same question outloud, trying to push out of her mind, how the bastard was playing with her without even trying.

"Well, for starters the USMLE had not granted me a medical license" shrugged Noble leaning on the wall at the feet of the bed where she was laying, always monitoring the sleeping girl, the concoction in the glass and the ribs of Felicia.

Another wonderful thing about not having eyes, no one could say where are you looking at, so you could see an entire scene and no one will know what are you fixing your visual at, in this case Noble was looking at the three of them at the same time. Multitasking, another useful gift of his enlightened conscience as Ghost Rider and having the soul of a Seraphim inside his soul as core for his powers.

"What?" ask Felicia a little surprised " but this is a private consultation, are you practicing medicine without license?".

"Yes and no" explained Noble " I do treat supernatural beings in this little hospital, werewolves with wolfbane poisoning, a troll what has ate iron and its hurting his stomach, respiratory problems of a dragon, thinks like that".

"Wait" raise a hand Black Cat, maneuvering in the bed to face Noble, her ribs were not as painful as they were and showing her naked breast was a cat already out of the bag " are you telling me that you are the supernatural equivalent of private health care?".

"In a sense" nod Noble and Felicia look at him completely stunned, before she started to laugh, a deep, good and sane laugh.

She did have a pretty laugh, by the way.

"Oh, that's rich mister Kale" clean the tears Felicia " its just, I have just imagine you with a medical gown and a stethos..." her voice went down slowly as she just blinked seeing how Noble was exactly dressing like that in front of her.

"How on earth?" muttered her.

"Glamour, a single charm spell to create an image over mine" chuckled Noble, disappearing the previous doctor appearance for his real duster and biker gear " very useful to move around and do not cause panic, Amarna, the sphinx I have employed as nurse around here, always says that I am the best cosplayer there is...never knew what the hell did she wanted to say with that".

And Felicia broke in laughter again, this time picturing in her mind the image of this monster, dressing and acting like one of those hardcore fans that are in the conventions, oh, it would be fucking great to see him pose as She-hulk, Felicia almost broke again her ribs by the laughter.

"Good to see you in such good spirit, lass" commented Noble as he moved to the table, pick up some extra ingredients and add them to the mix in the glass.

Soon the potion will be ready and will cleanse the infection, the little apprentice of Peter was suffering; that fucking cretin of Blackout didn't know that his bite was incredible contagious and if he didn't kill his prey, it will be more than probable to made the victim transform into a hybrid like him.

He double check that the potion was going well and satisfied with the results he turned his attention back to Felicia who was slowly recovering from whatever joke has he put unto himself accidentally, he didn't have the slightest idea what the hell was so funny but it did the trick to quell the anxieties of the woman and make her relax a little from her suspicious.

"Ah, ah..." tried to recover her breath and slow down the severe stings that her damaged ribs were sending at her brain; now that she was recovering, the last thing she need was to buster back her own ribs by pure laughter " oh my god, I needed that" she had to get rid of the mask to clean the tears that were forming from the laughter, revealing her beautiful face, a bit reddened from the laughs but beautiful anyways.

"One day I will have to ask the significance of that phrase" commented Noble " it seems its hilarious but by my dear life, I do not get the joke".

"Oh please do" smiled Felicia, laying on the bed recovering her breath "I grant you, it will be most hilarious".

Noble knew in that moment, that he will regret for all eternity sharing that joke with the Black Cat, but it seems a good maneuver to gain her trust at the moment, and at the end, it has ended in a success. May it not seems like that, but Noble knew that the confidence and the trust among the cape community was not as easy to gain as it seems in the TV, and the rest of the magazines and newspapers that cover the superhero side of the world.

That was the reason why cheered and nurtured all the bonds he could make during his career, he has visited both, Heaven and Hell, he has ruled Hell for a century and he has learned valuable lessons from that time. Perhaps that's why his descendants call him a meddlesome grandpa, well, they will have to suck it and deal with it; Noble will not allow any harm befall to anyone under his care. Noble shook his head and noticed how the fabric has fall from the sides of Felicia when he bent for the sudden laughing fit, moving at her side, he put a hand over her forehead and another over her side.

"What a bad kitty do I have here" chuckled.

Before she even had the chance to protest the magic of Noble start to make effect and she felt in an ocean of warm fire that turn off any protest she could have, turning her brain to mush instead as the fire of the Ghost Rider cover her body and start treating her wounds.

Being completely honest, Noble didn't like to force curative magic on the bodies of his patients, it was much better, more natural if the body heals himself, he only needs help to deal with the most grievous wounds.

Any magic or science, is in essence, interference with the natural world, that's why Noble usually prefers alchemy and natural remedies that crude magic surgery, but he knows the tight time schedule that most of the superheroes have and how they have little time to heal wounds and broken bones that were the most probable outcomes as result of their actions.

Usually he would let the ointment to do its job, and then let her rest a day or two until her ribs were completely healed back, but as consequence of the laughing fit, he will have to restart the treatment. However, the fact that she purred during all the healing did make him smile inside his mind.

One of this day he will study a spell to grant his skull some degree of facial expressions, that would help him to socialize easily, or at last that was what he hoped.

He finished the spell and retire both hands from the forehead and side of Felicia who moaned in protest; well, he didn't expect his healing magic to be so good, could it be that his fire augmented the power of the spell?, ooops...it will be like having a fire running through all your pleasure centers.

Her breath was a little jagged and she did moan a little, when the fire left her body.

Mental note, never again this spell over a human being, it overloaded the pleasure centers, bad thing.

Second mental note, check out if someone has already patented an orgasmic spell, Noble had just stepped into one by accident.

She left the woman to recover from the experience and pull back the fabric with the ointment over her ribs, so it could heal naturally what was left of the couple of broken ribs he had along a little muscle puncture of the shards of bones in her insides. Fortunately not enough to cause a hemorrhage, but yes more than enough to cause serious pain if they are left untreated; nothing that a week in a hospital could not heal but considering who was the one under the mask, not very sure about how much time did she had to spare.

Whatever, the spell had work, spectacularly he must add, and reduce his healing process to a tenth of what would be needed, she will be running in ten hours tops.

Damn he was fucking good, suck on that bastards of the USMLE.

Leaving her to bask in the afterglow of the spell, Noble turn his face to Mattie as the powers of the waters of Galilee would combat the infection for the moment, but the bite of Blackout carried the stench of her grandmother, the vampire Lilith and that means it will be needed something more that holy water to cleanse her veins and soul from it.

He got closed to his alchemy desk and carefully making space for a new potion, he pass his flaming hand over the jars in the shelves. Perhaps, it was about time to left this place in the hands of Amarna, she was as good witch doctor as him and she could gain the confidence of the patients much better than him, in all honesty only the most desperate ones of the dwellers of the night, had the guts to came by.

His fame as Spirit of Vengeance was well known and his appearances along the Avengers has done little to quell the fears of the possible patients, all of them prefer to endure the pain than to enter through the door and be burned in a explosion of Soulfire before they even can say hello. However, the few that come with a good reason, spoke well of him and in the supernatural community the fame was all, he became something akin to a witch doctor, one that took care of the sickness and wounds of the supernatural beings of the city and afar, but only if they are good people.

He didn't care if they are soldiers or miners, brokers or lawyers, they couldn't hide what they are from his eyes, he would see their souls and judge appropriately to the circumstances if they deserve damnation or healing. So far the system has worked and thanks to the dozen of wards that he has installed in the walls and ceiling of the clinic, he was more than convinced that the place will be safer from any possible intrusions.

Not the first time a demon, doppelganger, changeling, abyssal and so goes the list on, has tried to enter the clinic and feed on the wounded or stole the expensive and sometimes unique ingredients he had on the work desk. Acquiring some of them were a total pain in the ass, and other can only be made during certain events and moments, other had their origins completely devastated and other simply didn't exist anymore.

The brew inside the glass let go a bubble and suddenly the smell of garlic and silver coped the place, Noble took the potion in his hands and put in a glass of crystal, slowly stirring the liquid, he muttered one word and the potion suddenly erupted in light, changing the color to a cyan blue one.

Smiling inside his mind, Noble sat at the side of the sleeping Mattie and raising her head put the edge of the glass over his lips, whispering a command to the unconscious mind of the girl, she open her mouth and slowly drank all the potion, licking her lips after she has drank the contents of the glass completely.

Noble smirked mentally and surrounded the body of the girl with the blanket, the only thing that was left was to put her into a human hospital and let them treat her anemia, the potion cleanse and the waters restore mind and spirit but she has lost a loot of blood, better for her to recover as human and not as part of the supernatural.

Noble fingers rapped slowly the arm of Felicia, who slowly opened her eyes, protesting in grunts and moan for interrupting such a wonderful feeling like the one she was experimenting right now.

Lazily and without strength, she launched a punch to the face of Noble, who simply took it like a champ, laughing his ass off inside the safety of his mind, it would be against his image to bend over and laugh to the face of the poor woman. He didn't intend to transform a healing spell, into something more akin to tantric magic, he only tried that kind of things when Satana was around, and boy, that was a weekend to remember; they had experimented a lot of things but this was completely unexpected, he swore it.

"Ohhh" groaned the woman, zipping back his suit; careful of do not put out the cloth that bandaged her side and put her mask over her face again" I swear I am going to make you pay for that..." promised the woman, still a little wobbly in the movements but glaring daggers and blushing slightly, feeling incredible guilty for the almost orgasmic sensation she has suffered.

"I deeply apologize lady Hardy, I will never call you Kitty again" bowed Noble in apologizing manner, even with Mattie enveloped in a blanket on his arms.

Felicia lost her words for a second, as she didn't expect him to sound so sincere and apologizing, well, she did have hissed for the kitty remark but there no one single heist; where she had to deal with thugs and other knuckleheads; where she had not being called the damn nickname.

Not did she expected, that he will bow again to her with such sincerity ringing in the voice and now that she noticed something, her ribs didn't hurt anymore, well, that...whatever the hell was, she must admit that it was fucking awesome.

In a lot of ways.

She just pouted and get out of the bed, she did think about what will happen when the clinic will open in the morning, but Noble quickly told her that the clinic only opens at night, Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday, with some special days and a lot of Saturday nights. Those were the days, the night seems more active and he had some time to spare to attend the patients, and before she could even ask, yes, he did home visits when the patients couldn't move or it was real emergency.

See aforementioned remark, about a dragon with respiratory problems.

Noble conjure another portal and soon they found themselves in the entrance of the Saint Mother Mary community hospital in Brooklyn.

Noble knew a svartalfar that was trying to make a living out of Svartalfheim and as far as he could from the reach of Malekith, disguising himself as human and when his talents as healer came to the front, Noble found him this job. A lot of supernatural beings came to this hospital, the svartalfar treats them quietly and with discretion, so, when an Avenger enters by the door with a girl in his arms and a leather enveloped goddess at his side, the poor bastard knew that he was in a for a long night.

With the help of a nurse, an apprentice of sorcery, soon help them to accommodate the girl into an empty room; a private one.

Noble will carry all expenses, Peter was a friend and this girl was important to him, period.

The svartalfar soon closed the door with all of them in the room and chanted a spell over the body of Mattie who was soundly sleeping.

"Anemia and some minor contusions" declared the svartalfar doctor to the nurse who took note of the diagnostic " make sure her food had an extra of garlic and her serum is the blessed water kind, just to be sure" smirked and Noble applauded for the precise and accurate diagnosis.

"Vampires my dear" said the doctor to the learning nurse, she wanted to be a witch doctor in the future so he was teaching him the ropes of the supernatural every chance they had " their kiss is highly contagious and this poor girl has been infected by a demonic one, although I can sense something in her, cleansing the infection as we speak, yours doing Noble?".

"Yes, a blood cleansing potion, byzantine consecrated bread and nature Transylvanian garlic based" nodded the Ghost Rider.

"Noble" sighed the doctor " that was way over, overkill, not to mention expensive, byzantine bread?, nature Transylvanian garlic?, those things worth a fucking fortune!, each!".

Noble just shrugged, he didn't care a shit about money, he had it, but what could a flaming skeleton spend it on?, he didn't need sustenance, all he eats is for gusto not for need, his clothes are enchanted, created and modified by magic.

In all honesty, alchemy, ecological tobacco and music where his vices.

Black Cat smiled at seeing the five feet old elf giving an earful to the seven feet tall blazing skeleton, it was shocking and highly amusing at the same time.

Her diagnostic was far quicker, some minor bruised ribs that were healing at an amazing rate, but she glared daggers at Noble when the doctor ask what kind of spell he used, Noble simply said that an imposing hand spell, empowered by a little of soulfire. The doctor said nothing but the smirk he showed, said all about how had he deducted what were the interesting secondary effects of the spell on the female body.

In a short amount of time, Mattie was already in a private room, protected under a ward and attended by the nurse, who put serum on her so she could start recovery from the ordeal, she will phone the familiars to inform them were they could find the girl.

Meanwhile, Noble has just hid himself under a glamour and moved right to the roof where he could enjoy himself in some of his special tobacco.

All this mess has left him with some questions to ask to the vampire community, who the hell give them the idea of start feeding on the superhuman?, and who the hell thought it was a fucking good idea?.

Let´s review a quick fact about that statement.

What do you think will happen if some cretin manages to transform the Hulk?.

Yeah, that exactly pal, and for the fucker who believed that he will gain a wonderful slave, just remind the fucker that any other vampire could use the same vampiric gaze to turn Hulk around and if by whatever reasons, Hulk lost control, he will drain entire cities.

Not. .Thing.

Sometimes, the supernatural are just a bunch of cretins with too much power and not an inch of common sense.

There was a reason why not Varnae, not Drakula has never, ever, tried to pull such a stunt in big numbers, it doesn't work; Drakula tried with the X-men some years ago, in an attempt to gain a queen and a cohort and it almost ended on him death at the hands of the same people he wanted to convert. What his idiotic son tried to do with Utopia, was very similar but into a bigger and more foolish scale.

Noble sighed and pull out of his duster his smoking pipe, with a snap of his finger ignite the mix of herbs and inhaled deeply, thank God for the sense of taste and smell he could enjoy from time to time.

He stood in the edge of the roof, hidden between the AC extractors that were on the roof, the humming noise and the big form of the AC machines, covered him from any witness of his presence, they could not see him from the streets and if some personnel from the hospital exit to do the same as him, they will not see him behind the plastic and metallic squares. Inhaling deeply from the pipe, Noble eyed the night, he could ear the sins of the humanity calling him, he could ear the screams of vengeance from the victims, he could taste the blood that the blood crimes produce.

He was Noble Kale, he was Ghost Rider and he will enact retribution in the name of those that could not achieve it by themselves.

This was not the law of the jungle between predator and prey, as ancient and true as that law is, that law didn't contemplate one single thing.

Animals don't want vengeance but humans, oh believe him, humans do claim vengeance every time they can.

And if the cause is right, Noble will be more than happy to fell over the guilty like the hammer of god, he was made for that after all.

The swift and agile form of the Black Cat appeared at his side, crouching over the AC in a cat like manner, the girl was regal as only she could be; smirking widely, she has managed to move into that position with a plastic glass of coffee and do not drop a tear.

Such skill must be respected.

"Goodnight Black Cat" saluted Noble even if they had only been separated from a couple of minutes, you don't know who could be listening or watching the conversation now that they were in the open.

"Goodnight tall, dark and hot" teased the Black Cat taking a sip from her coffee " any thoughts worth sharing?"

"Hum, perhaps a few, would you be a dear and listen to the ramblings of an old man?" ask Noble exhaling some smoke into the nights.

"Sure, nothing better to do tonight anyways, that job on the club has left me exhausted" she said following suit of the Rider and appearing as they had just meet, she thought it was a little paranoiac of him.

"Ah, vampires, I hate those leeches, Michael and Hannibal excluded of course" said Noble " they only bring more troubles that they are worth".

"Blade uses to say the same" nodded her " but I didn't know you knew Michael Morbius in a first name basis".

"I did help him, to find a cure of his artificial vampirism" shrugged Noble " it was fun but the lad needs to find his balance, otherwise the cure will be useless".

"Ah, so it was you who helped him with his blood thirst" chuckled Felicia "he is more happy now that he doesn't have to feed on human people, your treatment did wonders to his character, you know?".

"I am to serve lass" said Noble making a circle in the air with the smoke of the pipe " he was just a poor sod that fall on the supernatural side of the things by accident, so I just play a little damage control before things went south, happens more times that it should be".

"Ohh" smiled here with her hair dancing in the breeze of the night, playful as a cat from whom she took name and character " give me an example".

"IMA" said Noble with a grunt " they thought it was a bloody good idea to clone Snowbird, the daughter of an old and powerful Canadian goddess, using the tissues and blood of the clones to empower his agents into a superhuman state".

"Ouch" said Felicia enjoying the coffee and the night, now that her objective has been accomplished and she even had picked up a plus, despite it being a favor to Peter " and when did the shit hit the fan?".

"The goddess listened to the soul of her children and tore the place apart" said Noble forming an image of a raging arctic pole bear in his mind " pity, the IMA base was under a human population, the little town of Southbear, the place no longer exist, fortunately the place was evacuated at time".

"Imagine this lass, a one hundred feet tall, white bear, that wanted to tear the place apart, whose roar could shatter iron like it is wet paper and who is blind with rage" said Noble remembering the battle that he fought to give the Avengers enough time to evacuate the place "she shattered a tank like a beer can with a glance and you don't want to know what did she do with the IMA fools that fall in her paws".

Felicia pictured the image in his mind and with sip of her coffee she just said.

"Shit".

"More or less what I said" nodded Noble " and like IMA, another dozen of fools that had similar brilliant ideas and just go ahead, indifferent to the consequences of what they were doing and the rest, just have to deal with their stupidity and the consequences of it".

"Calm down Rider, you are burning strongly" said Felicia with a hint of worry in the voice, she has seen what he could do and if that was when he was just annoyed, she never wanted to see what he could do enraged.

"My apologies lady" sighed Noble controlling his flames and tuning them down, it would be dangerous if he just let them roam free " sometimes I just amaze myself of the stupidity of the so called intelligent men".

"Not the only one" chuckled her "I had my share of crazy doctors, scientists and men of science playing god".

"Don't ever mention it" sighed Noble fully understanding what Black Cat wanted to say.

They let the silent extend for a minute, a little of peace will be welcome after the crazy night they have had but for Noble it was just business as usual, a little more worrying considering the problem of the empowered vampires but nothing out of the ordinary beyond that.

"There is something I wanted to ask" said suddenly Black Cat as she ended her coffee and jumped down in an acrobatic pirouette.

"Is there flesh under those deliciously filled pants ?" crouching like a cat she smiled at Noble, oh, she hated how she couldn't pick up a reaction from him but that only makes the challenge even better.

"Was and will be, I will inform you of the success in the project" replied Noble without losing a beat and Felicia pouted.

"Spoilsport" muttered her but the part of the was and will do stir her curiosity, standing over two legs, she grab a protected smartphone from her belt and check for news and work messages.

"What do you mean with was?, you are a skeleton in flames all the time?" asked her with curiosity.

"For the last year and half, yes I am" chuckled Noble " previously I had a human form, and I am confident that I could be able to create a body for me to use, not to mention I am found myself quickly learning the usefulness of the Glamours of the fairies to interact with the rest of the mortals".

"Aren't you the optimistic one?" teased Felicia who couldn't exactly match the terrifying image of the Avenger of the Club with the gentle and playful doctor she has met in the clinic, it was shocking to say the least.

"No matter how cold and dark the night is, persevere, for the morning always comes" said Noble with a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

"Deep, yours or borrowed from someone books?" said Felicia, sending a message to Peter that Mattie was safe and to inform him of where she was.

"Gospel of Kale" smiled in his mind Noble " as the prophet Abakam wrote".

"Gospel?" chuckled Felicia " yeah sure, why not?, with the craziness I have seen in the night, I don't even know why I bother".

"That's good, means you are learning" exhaled Noble a circle of smoke with a cross inside "whatever makes you survive the night is a good thing".

A sudden beep, interrupted the conversation and Noble search inside the common pockets of his duster for the damn communicator, he hated the things, a simple spell will be much better but the dependance of the technology seems deeply engraved in the minds and souls of the superheroes of this age.

Taking the device from the pocket, he pushed the big A letter over the plastic and soon a hologram of the head of Ironman appeared in front of him.

"We need you Rider, Magneto is adamant on do not deliver Wanda to the authorities and has closed Genosha borders" informed Ironman of the situation.

"Ironman, I am a mystical being" sighed Noble making the device float in front of him, so Tony could not see the Black Cat at his side, she has been clever enough to get out of sight but closer enough to hear everything.

"Strange said that the Chaos magic emanations from Genosha are off the charts, Wanda is about to do something drastic and we need you here, Cap is calling all the Avengers available into a priority Omega".

Noble sighed again, he feared this but at the same time, it was perhaps his fault, he has been to lenient with the treatment of Wanda, after all she was sick on the mind, not on the body and her spirit was strong. He feared the consequences of a being like him messing with the core of a chaos magician, with the level of power Wanda had, the consequences could be disastrous, but at fate seems to have decreed, the consequences are already disastrous without any need of him intervening.

"Understood Ironman, where are the coordinates for the rendezvous?" asked Noble, who would have starting to nurse a headache, if it wasn't for the fact that he had not head to ache to start with.

"USS Philharmonic" said Ironman " five miles outside of Genosha waters".

The hologram disappeared and Noble, just inhaled from his smoking pipe for the last time and let go into the dark night a dense cloud of tobacco, it appeared as his skull was emanating smoke, making the effect even more impressive.

"Sound serious" commented Felicia, all playfulness out of her voice, she knew when to play and when the shit has hit the fan "need a hand?".

"I would gladly accept the help of a professional like you any day, Lady Hardy" said Noble whistling into the night so his warhorse knew he need him " but as talented as you are dealing with some aspects of the night, you are by no means, a sorceress".

Felicia felt in part proud, in part disappointed and in part agreeing with the Ghost Rider, he was right on the last part, she was a good vampire killer; not like Blade that has made his life of that job; but she had no idea of magic, apart the few, occult lore, tidbits of information she has pick up here and there, during her clashes with things of mystical origin.

"Scarlet witch is a Chaos sorceress of the first order, a danger for herself and everyone around, in the state that she is now" explained Noble to Black Cat " even Doctor Strange tips on his toes around a chaos magician and I do fear what could happen if her magic and mine clash or worst, mix".

The whining of his warhorse pierced the night when the beast made his appearance in a explosion of orange fire at the back of Noble, who was more than accustom to his dramatic entrances but Black Cat has jumped by reflex over the AC machines and almost hissed like a real cat to the massive warhorse. Noble let it go, despite how much he wanted to tease the woman, he had another preoccupations right now, he had to travel to the ship and join the rest of the Avengers to see what will be their course of action about Genosha.

He feared the worst.