Roxanne feels night come. It's easier these days to let the Rider come out and do what it does. For a demon, Zarathos is...She wouldn't call him "nice," by a longshot but it's like they have an understanding. They're stuck with each other. So long as he keeps putting down rabid dogs in human skin she can ride in the bitch seat and not holler too much.
And, she asks God as she finishes her prayers. Maybe if it knows what it's like to be human it'll learn not to be so mean.
Night falls and she slips away from herself painfully as eyeless eyes snap open. This village has its sin and the Ghost Rider flips her kickstand up and goes riding for it.
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