Soon, Mephisto explained the relevant details.
Naturally, there was plenty of personal bias mixed in.
But Morin filtered it out easily.
If he were fooled by something like this, his IQ and experience would be a joke.
After removing the deliberately added "private goods" Mephisto used to disgust him, Morin pieced together the actual sequence of events.
It all started when the Spirit of Vengeance descended from Heaven.
Several thousand years ago, after the Great Flood, God discovered that humanity's original sin remained unchanged.
Having promised not to use such extreme measures again, He chose another method.
He sent down the Spirits of Vengeance.
Their task was to monitor humanity's sins and exact revenge for innocent victims.
They were essentially Heaven's CIA.
At first, a Spirit of Vengeance would merge with a suitable human soul to carry out its duties.
That fusion was what created a true Ghost Rider.
Which was why the Ghost Rider was also known as the "Wrath of God."
The one overseeing the Spirits of Vengeance was an official personally appointed by God.
Zadkiel.
Guardian of Jupiter.
Symbol of freedom, mercy, and forgiveness.
The angel responsible for Heaven's dirty work.
What followed was Zarathos's resurrection.
And Mephisto's interference.
As expected of the most cunning Lord of Hell, Mephisto lived up to his reputation.
Through a series of intricate maneuvers, he obtained partial ownership of a Spirit of Vengeance named Noble Kale.
And tricked that Spirit into a confused state.
But Heaven didn't just sit there.
Even if they hadn't noticed Mephisto's actions beforehand, that didn't mean they wouldn't intervene afterward.
The Archangel Uriel appeared.
The one who addressed Mephisto as "brother."
Uriel claimed that although Noble Kale had become a demon, he refused to kill innocents and still possessed a pure soul.
In short-
Heaven refused to hand over a Spirit of Vengeance.
An archangel and a great devil argued fiercely.
They nearly fought.
But Uriel feared collateral damage.
Mephisto feared weakening himself.
So the fight never happened.
In the end, Uriel made a shocking offer.
He would replace Noble Kale himself.
One Ghost Rider for one archangel.
A deal that sounded outrageously profitable.
Mephisto rejected it immediately.
An archangel as a subordinate?
Even if he believed it, would the other Hell Lords?
Even if they pretended to, they'd use it as an excuse to stir trouble.
What are you trying to do, Mephisto?
Taking an archangel as a subordinate?
Have you secretly allied with Heaven?
Mephisto never doubted the integrity of the other Hell Lords.
If they even had such a thing.
Putting himself in their shoes, he knew he'd never accept that deal either.
After rejecting this trap disguised as profit, the archangel and the devil reached a compromise.
A contract.
Ownership of the Spirit of Vengeance was split fifty-fifty.
Mephisto couldn't use it for evil.
It could only punish sinners or demons.
But control still rested in Mephisto's hands.
That explained why Heaven wasn't openly intervening.
Still, Morin felt there were holes.
When Blackheart was causing chaos at St. Michael's Church, Heaven had no reason to ignore it.
Unless-
That was also written into the contract.
Or there was another reason.
Morin pondered this while keeping a frown on his face.
After all, Mephisto had gone to great lengths embellishing the story.
It was polite to give some feedback.
"You see?" Mephisto said eagerly. "Heaven is full of hypocrites. They don't even respect contracts. Even I, a devil, honor them!"
"You'd be better off working with me. At least I won't violate a contract."
"That's because you can't," Morin replied flatly. "Not because you won't."
Mephisto chuckled.
"I've said what I needed to. Whether you accept it is your choice."
"But if I were you, I wouldn't want to be used for free."
He had no choice.
On Earth, the benefits weren't worth paying a huge price.
His projection here was weak.
Compared to Morin, it was completely overwhelmed.
After all, it couldn't even defeat Blackheart.
Turning Morin was the best option.
Morin wasn't moved.
What Heaven did was normal.
If they truly played fair with a Lord of Hell, that would be ridiculous.
Strength was the ultimate truth.
Being unreasonable was normal when you were strong enough.
And this was Heaven dealing with a devil.
If they'd let Mephisto take full control of a Spirit of Vengeance, they'd be a laughingstock.
"Enough," Morin said, waving his hand.
"I'm not an idiot you can fool."
"And you're not a foolish devil, or you wouldn't still be a Lord of Hell."
The useful information was already obtained.
The benefits exceeded expectations.
Mephisto's value was basically exhausted.
Well-almost.
Annoying him was still useful.
So the polite phase ended.
Next came tearing off masks.
And speaking with strength.
"So you insist on obstructing me?" Mephisto's expression darkened.
"That's inaccurate," Morin replied calmly.
"I'm a traffic officer."
"Handling security and traffic violations is my duty."
"It has nothing to do with obstructing you."
"Of course, if you insist on breaking the law, then yes-you're correct."
"Fuck!" Mephisto cursed. "You turn faster than those bitches in Heaven!"
"Turn?" Morin looked confused. "I never gave you a friendly face. Did you misunderstand something?"
"Also, given your insult, I think some punitive detention is appropriate."
"Maybe a few days?"
"Just you wait!" Mephisto roared. "I'll make you pay for everything!"
Then he turned into smoke and fled.
The louder the threat.
The faster the escape.
"Very 'Big Bad Wolf,' Mr. Mephisto," Morin chuckled, raising his hand.
The [Universal Police Vehicle] appeared and began transforming.
After reaching Master level, it had naturally upgraded.
Master-Level Universal Police Vehicle
Functions:
* [Extreme Speed]
*
* [Extreme Repair]
*
* [Extreme Transformation]
(Car - AMG VGT, Motorcycle - Ducati Diavel, Submarine - Seawolf-class nuclear submarine, Boat, Aircraft, Spacecraft, etc.)
*
* [Extreme Mimicry]
*
* [Extreme Power]
*
* [Extreme Intelligence]
*
Morin was extremely satisfied.
The system's notes weren't meaningless.
He never expected a vehicle to boost his combat power.
A vehicle existed for transportation.
And style.
The Universal Police Vehicle delivered both perfectly.
With mimicry enabled, color restrictions were gone.
If he wanted, every vehicle in the world was his.
He ignored the battle below.
Tonight was just an appetizer.
The real show hadn't started yet.
Mephisto hadn't even played his trump card.
At least, one that he considered important.
Below-
"Mercy..." Gressil lay on the ground, half his face shattered, begging.
Logically, that damage was trivial.
He was sand and soil.
Even pulverized, he could reform.
But hellfire burned relentlessly across the wound.
It couldn't be extinguished.
Not by water.
Not by earth.
He could've cut it off and fled.
Instead, he stayed and begged.
No wonder Blackheart suspected betrayal.
The cost of this choice was death.
Blackheart, Abigor, and Wallow fled, just like before.
Why, Morin couldn't understand.
The Rider had just awakened.
They could've overwhelmed him.
Maybe they were playing themselves.
A classic self-inflicted defeat.
Unable to pursue them, the Ghost Rider mounted his bike.
Hellfire surged.
Chains wrapped around him.
He rode toward Carter Slade.
Instinct.
And lingering human consciousness.
Morin didn't interfere this time.
The Rider arrived before dawn.
The only issue-
A long scorched trail.
Repair costs would be terrible.
"I..." Johnny reverted to human form as sunlight touched the ground.
He barely parked the bike before collapsing.
Middle-aged.
No sleep.
Intense combat.
Complete exhaustion.
"How did it feel?" Carter asked, leaning on his shovel.
"I..." Johnny's eyes rolled back.
He fainted.
"Fuck," Carter cursed. "You expect an old man to carry you?"
Johnny heard nothing.
"I'll handle it," Morin's voice sounded.
Johnny floated inside.
"Thanks," Carter muttered.
He glanced at the bike.
"Tch. Cold machine."
"My horse was better."
Despite that, he mastered it quickly.
Rode it a few laps.
Then locked it away.
"Not bad," he said. "Still slower than my horse."
Motorcycle: "..."
"That's not what you said earlier."
"I'm heading to St. Michael's Church," Morin said.
"What do you think of the priests there?"
"They were good people," Carter replied. "Back then."
"No guarantees now."
"That's enough," Morin nodded.
If a Ghost Rider called them good, they truly were.
Which meant either Heaven couldn't intervene-
Or something had changed.
Morin planned to check personally.
And maybe talk to Heaven.
The enemy of my enemy.
With his Three-Piece Justice Set, Morin felt confident.
At first glance-
He looked righteous enough.
Probably.
Maybe.
At least...
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