Marvel 142
The flames in Ghost Rider's eyes flared violently at the sight of the Darkhold, his burning skull reflecting its eerie glow.
"THAT BOOK DOES NOT BELONG IN YOUR HANDS!" he roared, his hellfire chain snapping in the air, sending a wave of searing flames across the sand.
Max simply smirked, flipping the Darkhold between his fingers like a casual notebook.
"You want it? Come and get it."
Ghost Rider didn't hesitate.
With a furious roar, he swung his chain, the metal links glowing red-hot as they whipped toward Max with blinding speed.
CLANG!
Max raised his hand, summoning a golden barrier just in time. The impact sent a shockwave across the island, kicking up a storm of sand and debris.
Aida leaped back, analyzing the fight while preparing to assist if necessary.
Ghost Rider was already on the move, closing the distance in a flash.
He reared back his fist, flames coiling around it, before driving it straight at Max's face.
BOOOOM!!!
The ground exploded beneath them, splitting apart from the sheer force of the punch. The shockwave sent palm trees flying, while the ocean waves crashed violently against the shore.
But when the smoke cleared—
Max stood there, completely unharmed, his hand gripping Ghost Rider's flaming fist.
He grinned. "Not bad. But you'll have to do better."
With a flick of his wrist, a burst of golden energy erupted from his palm, sending Ghost Rider skidding backward across the sand.
Max clapped his hands together, and suddenly, golden runes lit up across the entire island.
Ghost Rider staggered, realizing too late that he had stepped into Max's prepared battlefield.
"Took you long enough," Max taunted.
The moment Ghost Rider tried to move, golden chains erupted from the ground, wrapping around his arms and legs, locking him in place.
"RAAAAAAAAGH!" he roared, struggling against them, but these weren't normal chains.
They were forged from time energy, disrupting his movements and sapping his strength.
Max raised the Darkhold, chanting under his breath as black mist swirled around his fingers.
The banishment spell had begun.
"This is the part where you go home, Rider."
Aida watched from the sidelines, arms crossed. "He's actually pulling it off."
But Ghost Rider wasn't done yet.
His flames flared even brighter, and suddenly—
The chains started to crack.
Max's eyes widened slightly. "Tch. Persistent bastard."
Ghost Rider let out a furious roar, his entire body engulfed in a raging inferno.
"I WILL NOT BE BANISHED!"
The chains shattered.
Ghost Rider lunged forward, his Penance Stare burning in his eyes.
Max barely had a second to react—
The Final Moment
Aida acted first.
In a blur, she shifted her liquid-metal body, extending an arm-blade straight at Ghost Rider's back—
But he dodged mid-charge, his hellfire searing through the air as he swung at Max.
Max grinned, already prepared.
"Time Stop."
Everything froze.
The ocean, the wind, the flames—Ghost Rider himself was locked in time.
Max took a deep breath, stepping forward.
"You put up a damn good fight."
With the Darkhold still floating in front of him, he placed his palm on Ghost Rider's chest.
"But this is the end for now."
The banishment spell activated.
A massive dark portal tore open beneath Ghost Rider, swirling with hellfire and abyssal energy.
Time resumed—
And Ghost Rider let out one final, furious roar as he was dragged into the abyss, disappearing into Hell itself.
The island fell silent.
Max exhaled, cracking his neck. "Finally. That was a pain in the ass."
Aida stared at the now-empty battlefield. "You actually did it."
Max smirked. "Of course I did. I don't lose."
He turned to the Darkhold, still hovering in the air.
Now, he finally had time to study it properly.
And the real fun was about to begin.
"Now, let's make you a body," Max said, grinning.
Aida nodded eagerly, her eyes lighting up like a child getting their favorite candy.
Max flipped through the Darkhold's pages, reading through the transformation spells one by one.
"Hmm… so what do you want?" he asked, skimming the options.
"A human?"
"A vampire?"
"A werewolf?"
"A phoenix hybrid?"
"Oh wow, there's even a zombie option."
He turned another page. "Damn, there's even a transformation spell for witches too… This is basically a damn species customization menu."
Aida blinked as she took in all the choices. "So many…" she mumbled.
But after a moment, she shook her head and said firmly, "I want a normal human body."
Max raised an eyebrow. "A normal human? Really? You could have something way more powerful."
Aida crossed her arms. "Radcliffe always said, 'Oh, Aida, you don't know what you're missing!' and all that. I want to see what's so special about being human."
Max smirked, nodding.
"Alright then, let's make you the best damn human body possible."
Max smirked as he flipped through the Darkhold, searching for the most optimal spell to create a perfect human body for Aida.
"Alright, if you want a human body, I'll make sure it's flawless—better than any normal human could ever dream of."
Aida watched curiously as arcane symbols glowed in the air, forming a complex magic circle beneath her.
"Hold still," Max instructed as he began channeling pure transformation energy.
The Darkhold's pages flipped on their own, revealing the perfect spell.
—A spell designed to create an enhanced human body free from natural weaknesses. It grants:
Peak Physical Condition (Strength, Speed, Endurance)
Superior Intelligence & Reflexes
Complete Control Over Every Cell
Natural Resistance to Aging & Diseases
Max smirked. "This is exactly what I need."
He raised his hand, and Dark light swirled around Aida, engulfing her entire form in a blinding radiance.
Aida gasped as she felt her entire being change.
Her liquid metal body melted away, reshaping into real flesh and bone.
Her synthetic circuits vanished, replaced with organic nerves and veins pulsing with life.
Her heart began to beat for the first time.
Max watched with interest as the process completed itself—and standing before him was no longer an advanced A.I.
Aida was now fully human.
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