Now I Give You Judgment (For Tommy)

[fanboytemplar]

It happened, at times. Ann was probably the sweetest girl at the shelter -- it was amazing how much she hadn't let what she'd been through make her cynical -- but the general Alphabet City region wasn't always the safest to begin with, and she always insisted on leaving the shelter alone and going places that girls with scales wouldn't be safe. So this time, Jeremiah'd followed her. And lo, she did indeed get herself surrounded by riffraff.

But when he stepped out of the shadows, armoring up and drawing his sword, they moved faster than he expected in grabbing, her the lead one putting her between himself and Jeremiah. And the knife pried under a scale on her clavicle, making its point so well there were a few drops of blood.

His sword vanished. "Why?" Jeremiah asked.

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[fanboytemplar]

Jeremiah noticed this, but focused on pulling Ann away, getting her to her feet. She was horror-stricken. "Jeremiah, we should do something!"

"...Ma foi, you really mean that," he said to the girl who was still bleeding from what the 'victim' had begun to do to her. "Go home, Ann. I will cover you." Because he wasn't turning his back on this little ... event.

Go she did, and covering her did not take much. All Jeremiah had to do was strike the one man who'd had the will -- and the malice -- to draw a gun in a way that could possibly have been a danger to the departing girl. As for the rest...
Jeremiah Bennet has never killed anyone. But he doesn't feel inclined to save these.

[fear_the_rider]

When the thugs were all writing on the ground, the Rider looked at his work and saw that it was good. Hellfire burned the soul and not the flesh. These ones would beg for death for some time before their torment ended and then they would curse remaining alive.

He looked to the last man in the alley.

"You are not guilty. You saved the woman. Depart this place and do not return. Your mortal authorities will deal with this filth." he said, indicating the riffraff with obvious contempt.

[fanboytemplar]

"They are not my mortal authorities," he says. Jeremiah can't help his contempt of the American system every now and then, even when speaking to a flaming skeelton who burns men's souls. "Why did you come. Are there false demons, too, to match the false gods of this world?"

[fear_the_rider]

"Have a care with your tongue, mortal. I am the Spirit of Vengeance and I do not take kindly to being mocked. I came because innocent blood was spilled and vengeance was called for." Ghost Rider said.

"See to the woman." Ghost Rider said, revving his bike and backing out of the alley.

[fanboytemplar]

"I am not mocking you," he says, following after. "I simply want to know whom you serve."

[fear_the_rider]

"Whom I serve is not your concern." Ghost Rider said curtly. He had no time to discuss the terms of his bondage to the Hell-Lord Mephisto. It could not be changed anymore than his bonding to the mortal.

He turned and sped off, heading away from the alley and toward the next sinner that needed to pay.