The Ghost Rider did not understand the mortals' expressions of pity for his host. Pain was merely an inconvenience to it. Tommy Templeton disliked pain but the Ghost Rider knew he was becoming tolerant to it. Soon enough, he wouldn't feel it anymore.

The sound of a motorcycle was heard above the din of the conversation and the Rider's hellish bike appeared, leaving a path of hellfire in its wake. Ghost Rider reached down into the side saddlebag of the bike and drew forth a spiked shotgun. He pumped it once and looked toward the shield but craned his head enough to speak to Liza.

"I have yet to meet a demon that didn't seek my destruction in short order. But you, granddaughter of Satan, are not my enemy. Your father is known to me and my host will need your help before the end." the Rider said.