DISCLAIMER: I, of course, do not own any of the registered trademark characters of the licensed WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment). They are being used without permission but I make no profit from these stories. These are just use for enjoyment (ect and ect….). BUT!!! Lucy is MINE!!!!!! ALL MINE!!!!! She cannot be used without permission. Also, there is an explicit sex scenes and some foul language. This is my first WWE fan fic, I hope you like it. By the way, there will be great changes to the bible…if you are a die hard Christian, please don't be offended, but then again, if you were, why would you be reading a fanfic about the Undertaker?
Angels and Demons
Chapter 1
BRZZZZ…BRZZZ…BRZZCLICK
Mark rolled over from his comfortable spot on the bed and looked at the time, she let him sleep late again. He raised his tired body, decided it would be wise to put some pants on, morning weren't his thing.
He would be catching a plane in four hours, heading to a show in Florida. He wanted to spend as much with his girls as he could. He walked out into the hall and looked into the living room. His oldest Emily, was sitting at the dining room table getting her school bag packed while his little one Cassidy was sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table watching cartoons on TV and eating a plate of pancakes and sausages while Lucy tried desperately to braid her hair. Both girls looked like their mother, that wasn't Lucy. But when Sara wasn't around, she definitely tried to make the girls feel at home.
He could see her there, sitting on the couch, a look of dismay on her angelic face, his poor angel. He glanced at the books on the book shelves, they were mostly of parenting and house making books and magazines. Lucy didn't know a thing about family life here but you could swear she had raised a dozen kids looking at her now.
A year? Had it really been a year today that she stepped into Vince's office and changed his life? To him, she was more than just his live-in girlfriend, she was his angel…his goddess! She healed his dying girl, she healed his heart, and she brought joy back into the Deadman's life.
And the Deadman? He was back, badder than ever. His body moved as if he was twenty again, it helped that she healed his sores and tears after every match. The guys couldn't understand how fast the Undertaker would recuperate from a match. No one had known that he broke his right shoulder after a match at Survivor Series against the Big Show, but the Deadman walked around the next day like nothing happened while the Bog Show was nursing his injured leg. Man did it hurt like a bitch! But Lucy's tender hand made the pain go away in an instant.
He smiled at her, she was having such a hard time with Cassy's hair. There, sitting on the couch was the bane of all living things, the fallen one from heaven, cursed to roam on this world for all eternity…getting her ass kicked by trying to style a child's hair.
Finally, Lucy gave into temptations and looked intensely at the hair, the strands of gold began to weave on their own into a tight French braid. She grinned and tied the end with a small pink ribbon to match the girl's dress. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, she looked at him and smiled warmly. Those eyes…those beautiful angel eyes…those eyes were for him and him only. How many men can say they sleep with an angel every night and really mean it? Mark can. She had made every day like heaven for him, he had not feel lonely or less of a man when she was around. He remember some nights when he was on the road alone in his hotel room, he would lie on the bed at night, missing her, and a second later she would be at his side with her arms around him and her lips on his.
Once in a while she would appear after his last show of the week and take him home then, so he could put his girls to bed. It was amazing how fast she fell for the girls, he could see that she had grown to love them. Cassidy loved Lucy from the moment they met, the night that the angel came and healed the sick girl. Mark and Lucy had to convince the five year old child to keep the secret between the three of them, the world wasn't ready for a celestial being, at least not yet. Emily was another thing. She was eight and did not like the fact that mommy and daddy lived with other people, sometimes she would act up, still confused and angry of what happened to her parents. But beautiful Lucy was patient with her, but she wouldn't back down either. She respected Sara's mother role and never tried to show herself in that light with his daughters, she told them that she just wanted to be friends and that they had something in common, they all loved him.
"Did you get a good sleep?" Lucy asked him as she got up and grabbed Cassy's empty plate from the coffee table."
He grinned at her shorts and 'Deadman Inc" black tank top, "Yeah, Ah slept like a rock…you sure tuckered me out last night."
She was blushing, he loved it when she blushed.
"Morning Daddy!" said the girls.
"How's my angels?" He gave Lucy a wink, she looked back and the dishes and smiled.
"Are you going to drive us to school today?" Asked Emily.
"Ah thought that Lucy was going to on her way to the office?"
"That's what I told her this morning." Replied Lucy, "But if you want to take them and I'll drive you to the airport…much later…"
"Ah'm taking the flight sweetheart," he kissed her cheek, "save that energy for tonight!"
"Dad!" Exclaimed Emily, "Do you have to do that in front of us?"
"I think it's nice…" Said Cassidy.
"I think it's gross…"
"And I think it's time for you two to get your jackets and bags for school, I'm leaving in ten minutes." Said Lucy.
"Our mom does that for us…" Voiced Emily.
"Sorry honey, I'm not your mother and here we have rules too. You are old enough to get yourself ready and you prove it every day, showing that you are old enough to handle some responsibility, and by proving that, you get to do more older stuff."
Emily gave her a dirty look and joined her sister at the door, Lucy went back at putting the clean breakfast dishes way.
"You handled that better than Ah would." Whispered Mark, "Where did you get that?"
"Today's Parenting. They had an article two months ago about children of divorced parents." She put away the last glass, "I'm going to get ready, I packed your bags."
He pulled her close in his arms, "What did Ah do to deserve such a fine woman?"
"It's me who's lucky." She kissed him, "To have such a wonderful and understanding man like you."
"Ah guess we're finely hit the jackpot."
"I still have to get ready for work, I have two meetings here and one in New York at two this afternoon but I'll be back to pick up the girls at three. If you need to call me, use my cell, I don't know if I have to go to Las Vegas this morning."
"You're going to get caught." He finally let her go, "Then what are you going to do?"
"I've made sure that they don't pay attention to it mentally." She said as she entered their bedroom.
"Don't they have logs of your travel expenses?" He asked through the door.
"No, it's in my contract that I pay for all expenses, that way there they have no way of finding out."
"And you're still the top paid lawyer in that firm."
"Hey, when you have the first lawyer created in your court, you do anything to make her happy." Lucy came out of the room, dressed in her black pin stripped Armani suit, skirt and pumps to match.
"If they knew what they really had, they'd shit their pants…" He pulled her close for one more kiss.
"I love you…" He whispered.
"I love you too…"
"We're ready!" Screeched Emily, knows when to spoil a moment.
Lucy grabbed her long woollen coat, "Call me when you get off the plane, ok?"
"You now Ah will." He smiled, "Come on girls, come and give daddy a hug and kiss, Ah'll see you very soon…"
The girls ran up to him and he crouched down. He loved his little girls, who couldn't?
"Be good for Lucy, ok?" He asked them.
"I promise!" Said Cassidy.
"Emily?"
"Fine, I'll be good."
Lucy grabbed her briefcase and kissed Mark, a short kiss this time.
He watched them the door as Lucy piled the girls in the back of her black four door Mercedes, she bought it right after Mark taught her how to drive, that was a frightful experience, made the Deadman almost shit himself! But she was an expert driver now, she actually plucked the knowledge from Dale Earnhardt JR one night at a bar, Mark trusted her with the kids now.
He waved at then as they drove out of sight, his girls, his precious girls were being escorted by their guardian angel, and nothing would ever happen to them.
Chapter 2
The offices of Walden and Walden were teaming with busy people as Lucy entered the building. There were researches, lawyers and gophers running like ants between their cubicles. Lucy smiled and waved at a few people before entering her corner office with the view, Everyone seemed to like her, when she was in a good mood, but never be around her when she isn't.
"Hey Lucy!" said her private secretary, Camille, the young Hispanic woman was fast with a keyboard and faster with fresh coffee, Lucy didn't know what she would do without her.
"Good morning Cam, Any meetings this morning?" She took the hot coffee that was waiting for her in Camille's hand.
"You have one with Walden SR, at ten this morning, and you still have the meeting at two in NY. And…not to get your day on a bad start or anything, but your boyfriend's ex-wife's lawyer called three times today. She wants more money because you're living with him and your income adds to his."
Lucy laughed, "It would matter if I was paying half the bills! I will be more than happy to call him and tell him that he's just shooting his mouth off again."
"And the blond bitch called too, she's going to be on a later flight, could you watch the kids tonight until she gets home?"
"Be nice! Did she forget that I'm already going to pick them up after school, I honestly think that she's jealous…"
"She's properly realizing that she fucked up big and there's no way to fix it. Mark's head over heels for you, I doubt that she could ever get him back!"
Lucy grinned, "Oh, I have no worries about that! I can keep my man very happy and satisfied…"
"But can you keep the partners happy?" They hear Daryl Walden jr, his father owns the law firm, Lucy hates his guts with a passion.
"I am here to make the senior partners happy, not baby-sit an ass crazed wanna be junior partner who has no clue what a desk is actually for and not a make shift bed for his assistant."
The short man leaned in closer to her, "Would you care to find out what my expertise is?"
"I would rather have my eyes gouged out everyday by ravens than even be in the same room with you alone. And by the way, how's that sexual harassment case of yours doing? I heard that the judge wants to fine the firm as well, I hope she was a good lay." Lucy grinned at him.
The little man huffed and stormed off, Cam bent over her desk and began to laugh as Lucy gave in too.
"You are so mean to him!" Laughed Camille.
"He deserves it!" She grinned as she opened her office doors, "If he comes back, tell him that I'm the phone with his dad or something."
Lucy closed the door beside and threw her coat on the coat rack and her briefcase on her black marble desk. She sat at her chair and looked at her desk, there was a picture of Mark and the girls last Halloween. The girls insisted that they go out as vampires, but daddy had to out with them as the Undertaker. She stroked Mark's face on the photo, it was amazing how they fell in love, it was perfect. He was so kind to her, helped her adjust here to life as a mortal. The warm nights in his arms, oh how she loved his touch. His sweet kissed driving her wild with desire, and he always quenched her thirst for his body.
If someone told you that the only thing that would bring the Devil to her knees was a man, would you believe it? It's true. Lucifer the Devil had finally found her weakness, the love and acceptance that Mark had shown her freed her heart to love him back. He had told her tales of when he was his own rebel of shorts, there was things that would make your skin crawl, but what would one do for brothers in arm?
She was finally happy, no more wandering the world, lost and alone. Even thought it was for a short time, Lucy would relish this time with him, and who knows? Maybe she'll find a way for them to be together, after his death, which wasn't for a long, long time away.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of her office phone, the call was coming from Camille.
"Sorry to bug ya boss, but Sara's lawyer is on the other line, shall I tell him to get bent?"
"No, I'll tell him, I have other issues to talk with him too, like the Holydays." Lucy answered, "I don't want Mark to miss anything when it comes to the kids."
"Lucy, are you trying to get step-mom of the year or what?"
"No, someone has to protect the father's rights."
"I hope that Mark understands what he has with you…"
"Oh don't worry…" She looked back at the photo, "He understands me more than you know…"
Chapter 3
Glen Jacobs wiped his eyes again, was that really the plane lying there in the Louisiana's swamps? He pulled the blanket around his cold and damaged body. He couldn't believe it! The plane had suffered an explosion and crashed, all of first class was taken out by the crash, but Glen had survived, only because the force of the blast knocked his seat up and flew it and him down the end of the plane…the blinding light…Mark…poor Mark…The blast came from his side…his window seat…
Glen looked back at the sight, Emergency workers were franticly helping the survivors out of the shallow waters. Than god that they had crashed behind a hospital! Glen looked back at the parking lot behind the wreck, there were three rows of covered bodies, the casualties of first class. Mark wasn't there…he fell through the hole where his window would have been…right after that blinding light…
Was it just a few hours ago that they were sitting at the airport pub? Glen hated flying and they would always have a drink before boarding the plane…
Glen downed another shot of rye, Mark just nursed one beer.
"Just one more…" Said Glen.
"Ah think that three's your limit. If ya get too drunk they won't let you on the plane!" Laughed Mark.
"Well, here's to the Brother's of Destruction!" Cheered Glen as the bartender gave him his last drink.
"Ah got something to show ya…" Mark said as he pulled out a little black velvet ring box."
"Oh Mark! You shouldn't have! I didn't think we were that close!" Glen remarked in a high pitched voice.
"It's not for you dumb-ass! Ah'm thinking about asking Lucy to marry me."
"Do you think that's possible?" Glen's voice was low, "You know, being the devil and all…"
Mark opened the box and showed his long time friend and partner the ring. It was a white gold ring, and there was one black onyx in the middle with white two smaller diamonds on each side…it was beautiful.
"Well, if she doesn't say yes, I will!" Grinned Glen.
"That was very nice ring, sir." Commented the bartender.
Glen had noticed that Mark was looking that the young man intently. He didn't seem out of the ordinary, he had good skin tone, he had nice blue eyes, girls would dig that, and his thick brown hair was a little on the long side, a style from the '80s or something.
"Do Ah know you?" Mark asked him.
"No sir, we never met." The guy had a strange smile, made Glen a little uneasy.
"Come on Mark, we have a plane to catch." Glen said as he grabbed his travel on bag.
As they turned to leave, Mark took another look back.
"Ah know him from somewhere…"
And now, they didn't now where Mark was. Oh God! How could have this happened? He's made a huge comeback on Smackdown! He has two beautiful girls that love him so much! He had…oh no…Lucy. Oh Lucy! Mark meant the world to her, what would she do when she found out? Could she heal him like she's done before? Or is death too much for an angel to handle?
"Mr Jacobs?" Glen looked up at one of the officers.
"Is there anyone we can contact…for Mr Callaway?"
"Yeah, you'll need to call his ex-wife…Sara…and you have to call Lucy…he was going to ask her to marry him tonight…"
"Do you have a number that she could be reached at?"
"Yeah…" Glen pulled out his wallet painfully, he was pretty banged up, but alive!
"This is her card…" He handed the white business card, "Please…send someone to talk to her…she loves him so much…"
Chapter 4
Lucy appeared back into her office, the Meeting in Nevada was a little longer than she had planed but still had time for a long lunch and relaxation before shimming to New York for her last meeting of the day. Then off to pick up the kids at school, home for supper and then Sara comes by, picks them up, and she shimmers to Florida! For a weekend of R&R with her Deadman!
She laid lazily on her leather office chair, then she replaced the phone on it's hanger, a rouse for her secretary thinking she was on a long call while infact being in Vegas. The meeting was horrid! How easy it would have been to force them to think her way…but that was too easy. She was still a warrior at heart and being a lawyer feed that part of her soul. Instead of carrying a sword into battle, she now carried a briefcase to a court room where she does battle, at least now there was no bodies to clean up.
The buzzard on her intercom snapped her back, "Miss Fir?"
"Yeah Cam?"
"There are two Rangers here to see you."
"What about?"
"…you best speak with them."
Lucy sat up, a feeling of dread filled her, she had never felt this before. She could feel her human heart beat faster, why were they here?
The Rangers entered the room, Lucy extended her hand.
"Are you Lucy Fir?" Asked one.
"Yes I am, what is this all about?"
Both officers removed their mirror like sunglasses.
"Ma'am, My name is Ranger Dawson and this is Ranger Bankson. We regret to inform that your that Mr Mark Callaway's plane went down in New Orleans this morning. There are casualties and Mr Callaway was one of them…the search crews are looking for his body as we speak, We are sincerely sorry for your loss. Here is the number where you can contact the New Orleans Police Department, you'll get more answers."
The ranger tried to give her the card, but Lucy just sat there, motionless. The ranger laid the card on her desk.
"Ma'am, are you going to be alright? Should we call someone for you?"
Nothing, she sat like stone in front of them, her eyes starring into nothingness.
"Miss Fir?"
Her eyes raised to look at them, the flames dancing against the dark blue pools sent shivers down their spines.
"Get out if you value your lives…" She whispered but it sounded as if she was shouting at them.
The rangers left he room in a hurry, the office doors slammed shut behind them, the lock clicking away as it locked.
Why can't I feel him? Where is he? Panic, she never felt it before, this horrid sinking feeling, Please let this be not true…Glen! Yes! I can feel him! He knows where Mark is…
She looked around her new surroundings, there was the plane, and there was the injured, and the dead. It didn't take her long to find him, glen was sitting behind an ambulance wrapped in a blanket, his leg bandaged.
"Glen!" She called out, but he hadn't noticed, he was still in shock of it all.
She reached him and touched his hand, he looked at her, his eyes showed so much sorrow.
"Glen! Please tell me where Mark is?" He had to be here!
"Lucy…I'm so sorry…it happened so fast…"
"What happened Glen? Where is Mark?" She wanted to find him fast, before this human heart of hers beats out of her chest!
"…he's gone Lucy…he got pulled out of the plane…there was a light and then the window was gone…he was pulled out…"
She took a step back…no…no…no…
She closed her eyes…searching…searching…Lucy…
She went to him, her true form appearing in front of her love, her pure white gown getting soaked by the wet swamp ground, her gossamer wings closed tightly around her. She found him lying on the soggy ground…alone and cold. She knelt down beside him, tears running down her face. Her hands shaking as she touched his blood soaked face, her hands began to glow…trying desperately to heal him…but there was no change… She pulled his broken body close to her, cradling him in her arms and rocking him as she raised her head to the sky an unleashed a cry of sorrow that even Heaven heard. This couldn't be happening…he couldn't be dead in her arms…the Undertaker doesn't die…
Glen kept starring at the rows of bodies laying still on the cold, covered by blue and yellow blankets. How long was Lucy gone? Did she find Mark? Did she find him alive? It didn't him long to find out.
A brilliant light appeared at the end of one of the rows, a tear feel from Glen's eye. The light slowly transformed into two forms, one was laying on the ground, the other, an angel, with gossamer wings and blood soaked white robes. She did find him. She was kneeling beside her love, her hands clenched tightly in his hands, tears flowing from her face.
Glen got up and hobbled towards her, as he was getting close, he couldn't help but feel the sorrowfulness around them. Mark was so badly hurt, but he was at least intact...kind of. Glen knelt beside the angel, he had never seen her in her true form but Mark had explained most of her to him.
He placed his hand on her back, trying not to touch her wings, how does on comfort an angel?
"He won't wake up…" She murmured thought her sobs, "I can't wake him up…"
She fell over and covered Mark's body with her wings, her body convulsing with every small cry of pain.
"He's so cold…"
"Lucy…you have to go…they'll take good care of him…please…"
She looked back at Glen, "It's my fault he's dead! If I hadn't save Cassidy from death, Mark would be alive! They took him in exchange for her…It's all my fault…"
Glen wrapped his arms around her, "Do you think that Mark wouldn't have traded his life for Cassidy? If they did take him for Cassidy, do you think he would have it any other way?'
"No…I know he would give his life for his children…but it's still my fault!"
'Oh honey…" What could Glen say? How the Hell do you comfort an angel?
Chapter 5
Funerals, human's way of saying goodbye to their dead, they died so often. The funeral home in down town Huston was filled to the brim with people as they made their way past the coffin, to express their deepest sympathy to the families.
Sara and the girls sat by the coffin, thanking people for their love and support. The girls were on opposite emotions. As Emily cried for her father, Cassidy run ran around as if nothing had happened. She would occasionally run to the casket and kiss her father on his cold cheek, then ran away giggling. She doesn't understand yet, they had told the concerned mother, she will in time. All of Mark's family was there, supporting each other.
Sara looked across the room. Lucy was sitting directly across the coffin, her blue eyes dull, dressed head to toe in black robes and a black shawl covering her light brown hair. She was sitting there when the families first arrived yesterday, and when they came in today, it looked like she never left her place. There was no family that came to support her, no friends, no family, just Glen, Mark's best friend. Glen had stayed at her side during the entire time, trying to talk to her, if she needed anything, but there was nothing. She sat there, in a catatonic state, starring at her love.
Fellow wrestlers paid their respects, as many others did. They sat and stood around the large room, whispering to themselves…
"He's with God now…he was so young…those poor kids…"
There was even talk that a mortician's assistant saw an angel crying beside the coffin last night, her gown was covered with blood…
But even though no one had seen it, it just reinforced everyone's believe that god had taken Mark in his hands…all but Lucy.
Cassidy leaped up from her mother's lap and walked towards Lucy, humming away as she crept on the empty chair beside the saddened angel and placed her little lips close to her ear.
"Lucy? When are you going to Heaven to pick up daddy?" She whispered.
A light appeared in those blue eyes as Lucy turned her head towards the child, Cassy smiled at her, her human heart began to beat once more.
Lucy pulled Cassidy close and hugged her, bringing her mouth to the child's ear.
"Right now, I'm going to go pick him up right now…and bring him home. I promise!"
She kissed the child on the cheek and raised herself up from the chair, Glen was surprised, what did Cassy say to her?
Lucy rushed out the room and out the front doors, Glen tried to catch up to her, his broken ankle didn't help much and she wasn't answering to her name. He followed her to the back parking lot, he was now thinking that the angel has lost her mind, she was shouting at nothing and not a sound was heard from her.
"HECTOR!" She shouted, "HECTOR YOU SON OF A BITCH YOU COME HERE NOW!!!"
A black form appeared in front of her. A young man with black hair and a black short beard was standing before her. His eyes were like hers, identical infact.
"Lucifer, it has been a long time since last we saw each other…" Was all he could say until she grabbed him by the color of his robes and brought his face close to the enraged Devil.
"Who wrote his name in the book Hector?" She was adamant.
"You now that I…"
"WHO WROTE HIS NAME HECTOR?!? IF YOU DON'T TELL ME I'LL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB AND THERE'S NOT A DAMED THING THAT FATHER COULD DO FOR YOU!!"
Note…never piss off Satan…
Hector starred for a moment beside her, "The book is there, look for yourself, Child of Darkness."
She let him go and turned to the floating leather bound book, open to expose it's parchment pages. She looked through the pages, the pages under that horrible day. She read every name twice…then starred back at the Angel of Death in disbelief.
"His name isn't here…"
"No one had written his name."
"But, I can't feel his soul here on earth! Where the fuck is he?"
"Forgive me, Lucifer, but I have no answers for you. His name will not listed in the book for many…many years to come. I cannot tell you where his soul rests."
Hector disappeared in the darkness, as Lucy turned to leave, Glen's presence made her jump.
"How long have you been standing there?" She asked him.
"When you started shouting, who were you talking to?" Glen asked.
"Hector, the official Angel of Death. I am so confused…"
"What did he say?"
Lucy shooed her hand towards him, "His name's not in the book."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"I need answers…" was the last thing Glen heard from her before she shimmered away.
"I really hate that when she does that…"
The hanger was dark, but the angelic light of her form shone in every direction. Lucy walked around the large 747, it was quite remarkable that they were able to assemble the broken craft in less than three days. Of course there were boxes containing the little pieces that were yet to be reunited with the plane.
She moved to side of the plane where Mark and Glen were sitting, The great gapping hole where Mark had been sitting sent shivers down her spine. She moved closer, examining every detail of the hole, finding the clues that would tell her how this happened.
The wrestlers would joke on how late Mark's flights were. Every plane he took in the last year was always late, the mechanics had to insist on a complete check of the plane before lift off, and it happened only when he'd fly. The guys would tease that it was his luck, but it wasn't. Lucy had made sure that the mechanics had an undying urge to check the plane over again, which always made Mark late, but at least he would be alive.
The edges of the hole began to pick at her…this was no explosion. There was no burn marks, no cauterization of any flammable material around…the edges had large tears pushing inward, then long ones that looked like it was pulled from the outside. There was a strange feeling around the area, a residue of the force used in this freak accident. She had felt it before many times…long…long ago. Glen had talked about a warm blinding light…
"Oh father…." She whispered…"What have you done?"
Chapter 6
Glen flicked through the channels of the TV, he didn't really feel like watching TV, alone in his hotel room. They were going to burry Mark tomorrow, the Phenom was going to be laid to rest for the final time…Rest in Peace Undertaker…
"Glen! I need your help!"
Lucy appearing out of no where caused Glen to fell off his bed, "Dam it Lucy! Stop doing that! We have these things called doors where you…"
"Shut up and Listen to me!" Said Lucy as she helped him up.
Glen looked at her dress attire…it was way off from what he had seen her wear.
She was dressed in longs black satin pants that where tight around the waist but flowing around the legs. A black brassier style top with straps between the breasts. Fingerless padded gloves as long her forearm and tied on the inside. Knee high and high heeled combat boots, and her long black leather trench coat. Her hair was the same, she had never changed from her trademark ponytail. She adorned a black choker around her neck, completed with a red pentagram in the middle.
"Why are you dressed like that?" He asked her.
"I'm going to battle, and I need your help."
"With who?"
A malicious smile crept from her lips, "I'm going to bring Mark back home."
"Are you nuts?!?" Glen exclaimed, forgetting who he was talking to at the moment.
"They took him Glen! He wasn't supposed to die! God killed him on purpose! To punish me again! But I'm not going to take it this time! My father has gone too far!"
"Do you really thing they're going to let you just walk into heaven and take him?"
"Yeah, they will, even if I have to burn Heaven to the ground. I will get him back, but I need your help." She looked so serious…
Glen sat on the bed, his ankle was hurting, "And how am I, a human, supposed to help the Devil take a soul from God?"
"How would you like to be Kane? For real, powers and all?"
He raised an eyebrow, "You mean you can make me into Kane?
"The pyro-crazed Big Red Machine with invincibility included?"
Glen thought for a few minutes, Lucy stayed quiet. She knew she didn't have much of a chance alone, she trained many of the angelic soldiers in Heaven. The Monster known as Kane would give her a fighting chance.
"Just us two against all of them?" He asked.
"Yup."
"I like the odds."
"Dress warm, there's a couple of places we have it hit first."
It didn't take them long to get going, the first place they shimmed to was what looked like a long wooden room. It had to be at least two hundred feet wide and five to nine hundred feet long…and it was terribly cold and so hard to breath. Glen watched as Lucy began to franticly search though the frozen and smelly piles of hay and what looked like hanging hay bales.
"…where…are…we…?" Glen tried to say, but his lungs couldn't pull the little oxygen from the thick air.
"Shit! Sorry!" Lucy remarked as she ran towards him, placing her glowing hands on his chest.
In a mater of moments, he began to feel better and was able to breath without struggling.
"Thanks…where are we?"
"Mount Everest. In Noah's Arch to be precise."
"What the hell are we doing here?"
Lucy sighed, "I hate it when you use that expression. We are here because I need to find a key." She replied as she continued her search, "You know, you could help me look for it."
"What does it look like?"
"It looks like a grey round stone, with a Pentacle engraved on it."
"Like what you have on your choker?"
"No that's a pentagram, the tip is pointing down. With a pentacle, the tip is pointing up."
"Oh." Glen began to help her searching the other side.
"So, let me as you something…" Asked Glen, "About the flood and everything."
"The flood was caused by a fight between me and god. I was so pissed at him that I flooded the earth to rid the world of life. Just to prove a stupid point."
"I hate to be on your bad side."
"It was more complicated at the time. I cooled off and God got rid of the water. I found out later that a small band of humans and animals had survived."
"What did you do with the water?"
She looked at him, "The polar ice caps? He froze the water."
"You mean to tell me that there's enough water there to cover the earth again?"
"Yup. Makes you think more about that Global warming thing, hun?"
"Can you just fix the ozone layer or something?"
"Why would I want to do that? You humans are just going to keep on polluting and destroying your habitats. It's not my job to wipe your asses, go wine to God. Hey, it's not like I'm fond of humans anyways."
"Yet you are willing to loose your eternal life for a human…" Glen stated poetically.
She stopped her search for a moment, she smiled softly, "Yeah…I would do anything for him."
Glen's hand touched a smooth and arm object, he pulled it out of its dark hiding spot.
"Is this it?"
"Oh Glen, I could almost kiss you!" She grabbed it out of his hand.
"You know…Mark is technically dead and as his best friend and all…"
She gave him a dirty look.
"Come on, we have one more place to go." She said as she grabbed his hand.
"Where now?"
"England." She smiled.
Chapter 7
Lucy and Glen walked for an hour in the cold and damp air through a glade over a hill side.
"When are we going to get there!" He growled.
"I keep on forgetting that I'm immune to temperatures. We're almost there."
"Where is there?"
"Stonehenge. I'll be able to use the key to get the power I need to change you to Kane and take on Heaven."
"Why did we shimmy so far away from it? Why not teleport right there?"
"Because Stonehenge was built on a Nexus point, a place of power on this world. If we entered the ring without the key and incantations, we could have fizzled into nothing. A safety precaution. It was easy to tap into the power and use it as a holding tank for godly power."
"Godly powers? How did you get Godly powers?"
"From the Gods I killed. I wasn't stupid or anything. I'm a planer, I plan for anything and everything. I never knew if I would ever need to use it, but I'm very thankful right now that I did it."
"You're starting to sound more like the Devil we grown up to…"
"I'm not a hypocrite. I know who and what I am. I don't hide it under a visage of peace and love and eternal happiness. They can pretend al they want that they are perfectionists of peace and harmony, but deep down inside they are all just like me."
Glen grinned as he saw the tips of the ancient stone structure, Lucy growled.
"We have company. Stay behind me, this one is a seasoned warrior."
"Who is it?" Glen wouldn't know anything about him, his family never really talked about God and the likes.
"Isaiah. He's one of Michael's boys."
The two reached close to the stones, a tall man was standing before them, dressed in gold armour and white toga. His golden helmet adorned a dove in flight. His wings were white, not like Lucy's gossamer wings but they were feathered like hers. He had a trimmed reddish brown bearded, his blue eyes starred calmly towards them. He definitely looked like a Roman angel ready to do battle, with his hands carrying a gold long sword and full size shield.
"Step aside Isaiah, don't make me kill you!" Lucy shouted at him, stopping only twenty feet away from him with Glen a little behind her.
"I was given orders to not allow you entrance here." The Archangel pointed his glowing blade towards her, "Turn back Lucifer, I will not allow you to enter here."
"Do you really think that you can stop me? I taught you everything you know, not everything I know."
"I have improved since you have been away in your well deserved banishment." He replied with out any fear in his voice."
"Just for that, I'm going to make you scream like a little girl!" She ran towards him, the angel posed, ready for her assault.
Just as she was in reach of his sword, Isaiah swung with aged precision at her mid section. Lucy had counted for that underestimated counter, he leaped into the air just before the swing, he missed her as she landed behind him. But this wasn't Isaiah' first battle by far. He kept his sword moving, again almost connection with her neck, but Lucy leaned her body back far enough to miss it. Using her momentum, she turned her body in a spin, knocking the blade from his hand and into the night. Her other foot hit the shield so hard that the handle was the only thing remaining in Isaiah's hand.
"Now we're even…" She stood up and looked at him with a grin.
Isaiah's face grew angry, he charged at her with an assault of hand attacks. For every hit he threw, she blocked him. Finally, it was time to end the fight, she didn't have time to spend eternity fighting him. He wasn't going to back down, she had to do it…for Mark and his girls.
As Isaiah threw his right punch Lucy grabbed hold of his arm and using his own force, rolled him over her back and threw his body on the ground, his body sank deep into the ground.
"Lucy!" Glen shouted at her, throwing the golden sword at her, "Here!"
She caught the handle and pointed the tip at the angel's throat.
Isaiah starred at her intently, he was well aware what the devil was capable of.
"If you kill me, you will be truly dammed." He whispered.
She gave him a sombre gaze, "I was dammed the moment God took Mark"
One stroke, that's it took her to slice clean through the angel's throat. The body immediately disappeared in a blinding light. Glen had to cover his eyes, it was like a super Nova blasted. Lucy just stared where the body laid until it was gone, with the light. A single tear, shed for a once brother in arms.
"Holy fuck!" Exclaimed Glen, "Is that what happens when Angels die?"
"Yep." Replied Lucy as she destroyed the supernatural weapon into nothingness and pulled out the key from her coat.
She walked at the edge of the ring, holding the small stone towards the stones, whispering in a language unheard by human ears. The stones that remain began to glow, Lucy stopped her chanting and replaced the key in her coat.
"Come on…" she walked into the center of the stones and towards the center.
Glen followed behind, he never though in his wildest dreams that he would witness a death of an angel.
"Did you have to kill him?"
"If I didn't, he would have battled me until I did kill him. He's in his pure form, I'm kind of attached to a human body…it's really complicated but just to understand, we would be going at it for ever, and I mean forever!"
She plunged her hand deep into the center ground, pulling up a blade sinister looking, the hairs on his back stood up. It was long, about five and a half feet of black blade and two feet of scaled covered handle with a small skull as the pommel. The hilt has three pairs of bat like wings, the center wings extended further and the other two. In the middle of the hilt on each side was a demonic skull, complete with red glowing eyes. The sword looked it weighed heavily, but Luc just held it like it weighed nothing.
As soon as she raised it into the air, the eyes of the skulls glowed brighter and surrounded the fallen angel with a strange light. The lights itself was shades of black and white light, slowly moving within the mystical creatures, her eyes pure white with power. After all the light that was released from the sword and into her body, her eyes turned back to her angelic blue and she smiled at Glen.
"Are you ready?" She grinned, was DX here?
"I'm ready." He smiled like a kid at Christmas with a mountain of presents under the tree.
A blast of dark light came from her hand and engulfed Glen as it lifted him in the air a few feet, the light entered his mouth and his eyes began to glow red. He tried to scream but all was heard was silence as the power began to change him. His clothes changed, into black stretch like pants with red barb wires circle ling his legs, black high boots appeared on his feat, black gloves on his hands. His chest became bear as a single white eye with black pupil starred back at the Devil. The form was lowered on the ground, the light disappeared. Steam escaped off the Big Red machine's back as Lucy too a few steps towards him.
"How are you feeling?" She asked with concern in her voice.
The giant figure rose up, towering before her. He starred at her with that one insane eye and raised his arms high. As he brought them down fast, a circle of fire leaped around the stones structure, the fire light made the monster loo more menacing. The fire stopped and the Big Red Machine stepped closer to her.
"Glen? Are you ok?" There was a little fright in her voice, did the change make him into Kane physically…and mentally?
He stroked her cheek with his monstrous hand, "Fear not, little sister…for we shall take back from Heaven what is ours…"
She took a step back, "Glen…you are starting to creep me out."
"Oh come on Lucy! Get into Character! And call me Kane from now on, I've always like that name."
"You know that this isn't forever?"
"So let me enjoy it while it lasts!"
"You're right. Cone on…the entrance to the underworld is at the bottom of the Red Sea. We have a long ways to go"
The Big Red Machine looked up at the sky and grinned maliciously, "Hope you have your affairs in order up there! 'Cause the Devil and Big Red Machine are coming to kick angel ass!!"
"I really hate that expression…"
To be continued…shortly…
