Chapter 2: Sight
August 18, 1996

Author's note: just to not get in trouble, I should remind everyone that I don't own anything that has to do with WWE.

After battling the psychologically disturbed Mankind, Undertaker's feud took unexpected turns. At SummerSlam, Undertaker agreed to battle Mankind in his home, the boiler room. After an intense battle, Undertaker made it to the ring and gestured for the urn from Paul but Paul turned his back on the Undertaker, allowing Mankind to win the match and take possession of the urn. About a month later, the Undertaker faced Mankind in a Buried Alive match. While he was the victor of the match, a lesser demon took possession of a wrestler's body and created the character, the Executioner. Thanks to this character, Undertaker was buried alive.

Lacti raced home. She had just witnessed Undertaker's match against Mankind and knew that he would be returning to Hell to heal and plan his next attack on his enemies and former friend. For some reason, the voice in her head told her to go and to bring her daughter. Now at the house, she ran upstairs and picked up Pandora out of her bed. The now barely 5 year old fussed at being picked up but simmered when Lacti covered her with her blanket. Lacti could not believe that she was doing this but she knew better than to ignore the voice. With that in mind and Pandora in her arms, Lacti ran towards the entrance of Hell.

Unsurprisingly, a ton of demons were already there, awaiting the return of their hero. Lacti groaned; this would not be pleasant. Still, she wanted to be able to see him. So she started the daunting task of pushing her way through the crowd. Under the blanket, Pandora started to wake up. The noise and the feeling of being squished were not pleasant to her. She covered her ears and started to cry. Lacti, unfortunately, could not hear her and continued to make her way to the head of the crowd.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Lacti made it to the front. He had not shown up yet so she stood there and waited. Unfortunately, that made the demons surrounding her really mad. One muscular demon came up to her. "What gives you the right to push ahead of us, woman?"

Lacti glared at him. "Because I can."

The demon glared back. "You have no place up front! Go back home where you belong!"

Lacti hissed and her wings stiffened, ready for battle. "Watch your mouth, angel!"

That insult was the biggest insult in Hell; the demon showed his anger by growling viciously and tensing up to hit Lacti. Lacti turned around to protect Pandora and was greeted by Venom and Venoma. Their smirks indicated that they heard what she said. Venoma said, "I'll take Pandora."

Venom added, "You teach this bozo a lesson."

Lacti nodded and gently passed on her daughter to her friend. Venoma held her close and turned towards the entrance while Lacti started to fight the demon. Venoma peeked into the blanket and saw that Pandora was awake. "Hi there."

Pandora looked up at Venoma and smiled. Venoma was her babysitter and Pandora was always happy to see her. Venoma chuckled. "Had I known your mom was taking you here, I would have come with her."

Venom peeked in and grinned. "Hi there, kiddo!"

Pandora shrunk back, afraid by the sudden appearance of this new face. Venoma glared at her brother. "Why do you always have to scare kids like that?"

Venom shrugged. "I don't mean to do that. If I did, she would be wailing right now."

Venoma rolled her eyes at her brother's humor. Just then, an all-too familiar bell tolled. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stood still out of respect. Pandora peeked her head out. "What dat?"

Before Venoma could explain, Venom scooped her up and placed her on his shoulders. "There you go, kid. Now you have the best view in Hell."

Pandora shivered at both this man's sudden movement and for her blanket. Venoma quickly covered the young girl with her blanket and then stood at attention. Pandora clutched her blanket as the sound of singing sounded. Pandora froze at the voices. They were all male and were not singing words but simply making a melody. But there was something different about their singing; instead of sounding like they were in an open field, they sounded like they were singing in what the humans called a church. Pandora's wings trembled a little as the entrance rippled a little. Pandora saw this and started to watch.

The first ones to come through was a group of eight humanoid figures, in two rows of four. They were dressed in long brown robes and had their hoods on; the hoods covered their entire heads that Pandora for a brief second wondered if they even had faces. They walked every slowly and did not move out of their place in line. It appeared to be obvious to everyone around Pandora that these druids (as she heard Venom whisper that word) were the ones that were singing. After they got far enough from the entrance, it rippled again…and he entered.

The first thing Pandora noticed was that this demon had no wings and was covered with dirt. This puzzled the little demoness; she did not know that there were demons that were wingless and why would someone come to Hell this dirty? Her nose then picked up something she did not expect: this demon…was born a human. While the scent of Hell and dirt was almost overpowering, the scent was unmistakable. She took another look at him, absorbing the rest of him. With the exception of his purple gloves and boot-covers, his outfit was as dark as midnight. She could not see his eyes from where she was. Still, she could not stop staring at him as the druids and he passed her. She kept watching even after he was out of sight. By that time, Lacti had finally joined them. "Well? Did you see him?"

Venoma nodded. "Yeah…we all saw him…especially her." She pointed up to Pandora, who was still mesmerized. Venoma then looked at Lacti. "When will you tell her?"

Lacti shook her head. "I won't." Before her friend could protest, Lacti explained, "It's better to have no Father than one that's rarely here."