Ghost Rider is undeterred. There is so much evil from this man. So much blood and pain that he's ordered. Every cut Forge made burns across his skin. Every death knell lances through his superior telepathic mind. Every day of wickedness shreds his soul finer and finer. Then there are images far blacker - the twisted souls of Xavier's protegee's are laid before him. The images of a loving mutant couple and their almost normal lives - the Xavier ideal - twisted apart through his machinations. Looking into the empty socks of the Rider is to look at your soul through the eyes of the divine. Charles has profaned so much of the good in this universe on his mission.

A mission that began to protect and grow mutant kind twisted away from it's almost holy mission and has come to this place...

"This is your wrath. Your pride. How is it Professor! How does it feel to fail!"