Plot
Mephisto brings Ghost Rider to hell. After fighting his way through hordes of demons, Johnny Blaze is goaded into stopping a group of demonic forces escaping hell with the intent of resurrecting Blackheart. Mephisto sends Vengeance to kidnap Roxanne Simpson to force Johnny to cooperate. As Ghost Rider, he chases down, defeats Vengeance, and then returns to Earth. His next destination is the ghost town of San Venganza, where he battles demons and possessed bikers and catches up with Lilith, whom he battles on top of a train.
Ghost Rider then meets with The Caretaker Carter Slade and Blade. Ghost Rider heads to a government facility that has been targeted by Blackheart. Inside, Ghost Rider is ambushed by ninjas employed by Deathwatch as well as water-based monsters. He then pursues his minion Blackout down a river and defeats him. Before being killed, Blackout informs Ghost Rider that the demons are in the nearby city and have kidnapped Roxanne. Meanwhile, Blade fails to stop the demons from absconding with Blackheart's body.
Ghost Rider arrives at the city, battles hordes of enemies and reaches the church where Scarecrow holds Roxanne captive. He frees her and defeats Scarecrow, demanding to know where Blackheart is. Scarecrow directs him to the now-derelict Quentin Carnival, where Ghost Rider battles more demons and killer clowns.
Ghost Rider then finds himself confronting with Mephistopheles, who turns out to have led him on a wild goose chase. His Hell Cycle has blazed a glyph into the Earth that the devil can use to free himself from Hell and hasten the Apocalypse. However, Mephisto is usurped at the last moment by Blackheart. Blackheart then becomes a giant, monstrous creature (more resembling his comic-book appearance) that Ghost Rider fights and ultimately defeats. The game then ends with Johnny reuniting with Roxanne.
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