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 series now…wow…a series, 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?

The Deadman Cometh…

Chapter 1

He hated this nightmare. He's been getting them for the last six months, since he came back. It always happens the same, falling out of the plane, getting swallowed by the earth and land in fire…then the voices…ends with a scream.

Usually he'd wake up by then, a little on the shaky side. Nothing a stiff drink wouldn't fix, then back to sleep, but this time is was different.

The fire gave way and he landed on red soil, fire burning in pyres all around, that didn't disturbed him, it was the never ending angelic bodies as far as he could see. They looked as if a great battle was fought, and they had lost. Malicious laughter boomed around him, he had heard it many times before…

The thunder pounding outside the house woke Mark up for his dream, the lighting flickered through the window. He touched the woman who slept beside him, she was definitely sound asleep, not much woke her up. He moved silently out of bed and pulled on his track pants, could use that stiff drink now.

He quietly closed the door behind him, the house was dark, but he could hear good old Gruff snoring by the fire place. He made his way into the kitchen and took out a glass and bottle of Jimmy Bean, the lighting flashed again. Something caught his eye for a moment, something moving outside.

He walked to the big front windows and starred at the tree line about thirty yards away, there was something there. His eyes widened as he saw him standing there, the black shadow appeared as the lightning flashed. He was massive, but it was the outline that shocked Mark. The bordello hat, long trench coat, massive hands…no…it couldn't be…

He retired that part of him, the Deadman was never to come back to the ring…death sometimes has that kind of affect on a person. The Undertaker was put to rest when he died, and that's where he'll stay. But who the fuck would be out there dressed like this? A crazed fan?

"Mark?"

Even though that angelic voice would bring him to his knees, at this moment, it made him jump out of his skin.

"Lucy! Don't ever do that!" He shouted.

"Sorry, " Her blue eyes looked at him with concern, "what's wrong?"

"Ah think there's a lunatic outside dressed as the Undertaker…" He said as he looked back outside.'

"I don't sense anyone…" Lucy said as she scanned the property mentally, "Just the horses and we have a new little fox family under the barn again…"

The lighting flashed again, there was no one there…

"Ah swear Ah saw someone…"

Lucy stood beside him and looked herself, "There's no one there babe."

She wrapped her arms around him, "Come on, let's go back to bed…I'll rub your back…"

"Mmmm…sounds like a good idea…"

Chapter 2

Mark looked at himself in the mirror, his face need a little shave. He starred at his tattoos, their colors seemed brighter, as if they were just done. Especial the new one on his neck, no one would guess that the angel tattoo covered a painful memory. He insisted on getting it done when he returned, from the dead.

Lucy fixed the problem, she came up with the idea that they found another corps and she found him as a John Doe in a near by hospital. The funeral was a little tough on her. She had to mentally change everyone who came their perspective of what they remember, instead of the open casket that was there, they now remember that it was a closed casket, the body being mutilated on ground impact. It wasn't a nice thing to do, but what choice did they had?

Lucy stepped into the bathroom, she starred down her man with a wishful look, "I can always cancel."

"No, you've got to learn what's it like to live like a human, and yes that means going to a boring lawyer's convention in Washington. It's only three days."

"But I'm going to have to share a room with another girl! I won't be able to shimmy here when I want. And besides, if I want to fly I'll use my own wings."

He wrapped his arms around her, "Honey, there's nothing wrong with being apart for a few days. You've got to stop being overprotective of me! For crying out loud, Ah don't think they're going to try again…ok?"

She sighed, "Ok. Fine. I guess I'll spent some time with the females of your kind. It might not hurt…"

"Ah think you'll like it. Maybe make some friends?"

"What are you going to do while I'm gone?"

"Glen's going to be in town, so properly go for a cruise then maybe hit a bar."

"I hope he's still not upset I took his powers from him." She said as she pulled away from his and began to get dressed for the office.

Mark began to brush his teeth above the bathroom sink, "Nah…he understands, he was liking them a little too much."

"I think I'm all packed.." Lucy said as she pulled her travel back behind her, "My flight leaves in an hour…so I guess I'd better shimmy there now."

Mark rinsed his mouth out and kissed her, "You be good there. I love you."

She kissed him back, "I love you, I'll call every night."

She shimmied away, Mark went back to the sink and looked back into the mirror. His eyes seem a little dull, his skin a little pale…just the result of lack of sleep. He splashed some warm water on his face and looked back into the mirror, He jumped back at the image. The Deadman was starring back at him.

Mark blinked and took another look, it was just his reflection, no hat, no coat…He wiped his face dry with a towel. He entered the kitchen and grabbed a cup of fresh brewed coffee, he took a sip and thought for a moment.

Perhaps it was just his mind playing tricks on him, could subconsciously want to return to the ring? But he didn't feel the same way about the Undertaker as before, his death and resurrection could be blamed on that. Perhaps it's just the after affect of the body being dead for a few months…it will pass…and then everything's going to be normal.

He grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit on the counter, He would have a talk with Lucy about when she came back, but not while she's gone, it'll give an excuse for her to retreat from the conference. Believe it or not, humans actually made Lucy nervous with their unpredictability.

The only people she was comfortable with was him, the girls, and Glen. Mark thought it was time for her to explore more what the earth had to offer, there was more to life than just staying at home and catering to your man. Mark also believed that she would enjoy some time away from him, it'll give her a break from constantly looking over his shoulder every moment. She wasn't overbearing or anything like that, it was just Mark felt that since he's come back, he's felt a change in the air, as if Lucy had changed a little towards a mother wolverine protecting her cubs. But Mark wasn't a cub, and he understood that Lucy still blames herself for what happened, and that subconsciously she's overcompensating for it.

She's the one who needed a vacation, Mark thought. After all, she and Glen literally went through Hell to get him back. And she never does anything for herself…you know…she never does…

He looked around the kitchen, then to the living room. Both rooms were perfectly clean. He knew that all the laundry was done, even a few home cooked meals were prepared before she left, just in case he was hungry. She was always doing something for him or the girls.

Mark flopped on the couch and turned on the TV with the remote. As he was trying to get comfortable, he felt something soft with his hands as he tried to pull out the pillow from under him. He held out a pair of blue baby socks, his eyes widened for a moment…was she pregnant?

Chapter 3

Glen leaned over the pool table, lining up the q-ball for a double combo, "What if she is? You are married to her."

Mark leaned against the wall as he held on to his personal cue stick while sipping on his beer, "Ah don't know…we've never really talked about it. What if she can't? What if she can? We're not just talking about some normal baby here."

"I'd bet he'd be cute as a button…" Glen teased as he nailed his shot, "I bet that he comes out looking like a cherub…with your ugly mug!"

"Hey…my girls are proff that I make cute babies."

"Sara must have jumped the fence, cause the kids are smart too!"

Glen missed his second shot, Mark moved in to take his shot.

"Do you think she hasen't said anything because of the people up there?" Asked Glen

"That might be it, she's changed after that. Ah don't know how to describ it…ah caught her walking around the property acouple ot times with that sword of hers in the middle of the night…she looked god damed scarry."

Just as Mark was about to take his shot, another cue stick smamed on the table over his. Mark looked up and starred angrily at the tall blond man holding the stick, he was big, Mark would give him that, and so was the three friends behind them.

"Do you mind?" Mark asked with a certain agression to it.

"You've been hogging this table all night, old timer. We want to play."

"Then you'll wait your punk ass turns!" Mark shouted as he gave the young man an uppercut.

Glen didn't need an invite, he lunged at two to the big boys dressed in their colledge foot fall jackets. They were big and young, but these were two seasoned brawlers themselves.

The fight started in the pool area and then moved towards the bar, no one would get in their way. Mark Grabbed hold of the blond and rammed his fist three times at the back of his head, Mark spent a lot of years in boxing and he was good at it. The boy fell down as his one friend jumped on Mark's back, using his momenton, Mark locked onto his head and threw him over, slaming him on top of his friend.

Glen didn't have a problem either, The big dumb looking football star thought he push the giant down, but Glen was used to this kind of play. He dug his heet in and heaved the bulk up and threw him onto the one behind.

The first blond punk got to his feet and tried his best to slam a punch on the former deadman, but Mark caught it in mid air with his hand, slowly crushing the man's hand withint.

"Someone should teach you boys some manners…" He wishpered to the boy, his dark green eyes glaring down at him in rage.

Mark grabbed the boy's elbow with his free hand and twisted his arm, snapping the shoulder ligaments and disolated the arm from the shoulder. The young man screamed in pain and fear and tried to runn off away from Mark, his friends followed behind.

Glen starred at his firend, who was looking at his hands in puzzlement, "You think that was a little extream?"

Mark looked back at him, his bright green eyes still a little confused, "Ah don't know what just happened, but Ah think we should get out of here."

Glen grabbed his jacket and threw a few hundred bills on the table, "I hope that covers the damage."

Chapter 4

Mark didn't think he would miss her that much, it was their second night apart and he still missed her body next to his. Talking on the phone did nothing to calm him, even though it was her that wouldn't end the call. She hated it there so much, too many people...too many emoitions for her…

Mark turned over on his bed and looked at the alarm clock, it still read half past two in the morning. He got out of bed and wanded down to the kitchen in the dark. The half moon outside gave enough light inside the ranch to see. He grabbed the jug of cold water from the fridge, a baby's giggle cause him to drop the glass on the floor.

He didn't move, his eyes slowly looking around the room. He herd it again, coming from the dark corner of the living room, just past the couch. He moved silently towards the light switch, he flicked them all on. There was nothing there, just old Gruff sleeping on his blanket.

He bent over and picked up the glass and as he stood up, he jumped against the fridge in shock. The deadman was right in front of him, his menicing dark green eyes staring intenlty at him. The look of fearless inabitions, the wild and dangerouse mind of a animal looked back at him.

The Undertaker grabbed Mark by his neck and pulled him close, he couldn't breath, was he dreaming? Or was this really hapenning?

Mark Leaped out of bed, his body covered with a cold seat. It was too real for his liking, his heart was going a mile a minute. He laid back on the bed and took a few breaths…it was just a dream…but why now? Was his mind telling him something?

He rolled over, it was proplely one of those spycosomatic things that happen when you come back to the living. It'll just be another those things that he would have to deal with, and do it alone. This was something he had to do it alone, he couldn't have Lucy fix all his problems.

He touched her side of the bed, she'll be home soon. All he needed was his Lucy, she always seemed to make things right. And to think…a little wee one…won't that piss off the boys in Heaven.

Chapter 5

It didn't take Lucy long to find him waiting at the front doors of the terminal, she ran into Mark's arms and kissed him.

"I missed you so much!" She whispered.

"Not as much as Ah did, babe." He kissed her once more, "Got your stuff?"

"Yeah, just one bag for me."

They walked out hand in hand and brought her to the big Dodge pick-up truck, brand new black paint job. He loaded her luggage and they loaded themselves in, then pulling out .

"How was the fight?" He asked her.

"Awful! I was stuck with that Brenda woman from the office! She can't shut up about her grandkids...I never met them but I know everything about them!"

Mark pulled out the blue socks he had found the other day and showed them to Lucy.

"Oh they're so cute!" She grabbed them and began to examine them closely, "They're so tiny!"

Mark began to smile, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Like?" asked Lucy as she began to slip the little socks over two of her fingers.

"Like…why you bought them?"

She starred at him for a moment, "I didn't buy these, why would I?"

"Maybe because you thought you were pregnant?"

Lucy thought for a moment, "You know, I never thought about that…"

"About having kids?"

"Well…yeah…I guess this body could carry a child to term…but I never thought about having children…ever. Never thought that far."

"Do you like the idea?"

"I don't know…I mean…what effect would it have on a child being born of two worlds? What affect would it have on the world? But yet, I love taking care of the girls when they're with us."

"You would definitely be a great mom, you are wonderful with the girls."

"I don't think it's a good idea right now, I think that the power above might have an issue with that. I'm not saying that we shouldn't have any, just not right now. Let me look into it, I'm sure that I can contact Job and see if there are any…"

"How about this? If we do, we do, if we don't, we don't?"

She could see the disappointment in his eyes as he watched the road, she curled up beside him.

"I love you."

He wrapped his arms around her, "I love you too."

It didn't take them long to get home, they didn't even care to unload her suitcase. Mark opened her door for her and picked Lucy up in his arms. The door simply opened as they walked into their home, closing behind as they made their way into the living room. He gently laid her on the couch and began to undress her.

"Ah missed you so much…" He whispered in her ear as his hands lifter her shirt off.

"Oh baby…all I thought was you…" She cried back as she felt his hand touching her tenderly.

She pulled his sweater off, and pulled his lip towards hers. She moved her hand around his chest and then down below. He moaned and began to nibble her neck as her hand moved slowly. The rest of the clothing seem to land scattered around the room, Mark sat up and pulled his angel on top of him. The angel cried out and she felt him enter her, the rhythm of his body sawing her back and forth.

He wrapped his arms around her, loosing himself in the blissful cries of his love…his angel. She was his, and only his. He had been the only man to show her what it was like to be loved wholly, she never denied him, she would never. She was his…she would do as he pleased…she will serve well…

"MARK!"

Mark starred at Lucy, he had her on the ground, pin by her hands.

"You're hurting me…" She whispered, it was evident of the pain in her eyes.

He released his hold and drew away from her in disbelief, her writs were definitely bruised. Thank goodness she healed fast, it was just a matter of moments before the bruises vanished. Lucy tried to touch him, but Mark recoiled from her. She reached again, this time she didn't let go. She sat behind him with her arms held on tightly. He took her hand into his kissed the inside of her palm.

"Ah'm sorry….Ah didn't mean to…"

"I know." She kissed the back of his neck, "want to talk about it?"

He shook his head, "No…Ah don't feel up to it. Ah think Ah'm going to lie down."

He helped her to his feet, "I'll join you."

"Ah wouldn't have it any other way."

Chapter 6

It was a few days later, Lucy was just making her way towards her car from the elevator of the building. She didn't like underground parking lots, it wasn't for the fact of the crimes that have been committed. It would block out the sun, it was so man made. She looked though her purse for her keys, dropping her brief case on the ground.

"For fuck's sake!" She growled as she began to pick up the papers that fell out of her briefcase.

"Miss Fir?" She looked up and noticed the short elder monk who stood before her.

As she stood up, she took a good look at him. He was shorter than she was, his face was way too small for his nose that carried thick glasses, too thick to see the grey eyes behind them. His white hair was cut short and shaved on the top.

"Can I help you?" She asked him.

"Miss Fir, please do not be alarmed when I tell you this, but an angel of god has instructed me to meet you, there is a message that I must give you…"

"Hold on, what's the name of the angel who sent you?" She asked.

"All I know, miss, is that he was an archangel of god…"

"…with dark brown locks, fair skin and eyes like mine?"

"why yes! That was he…"

Lucy turned around from him, "He has nothing that I want to hear. You can tell Michael that I still don't want anything to do with him."

"But miss! He needs to meet with you! He says it is with great importance that you speak with him! It is about your husband!"

Lucy turned around, "You tell him that if he ever breath my husband's name on his lips, I'll finish the job I set out to do six month ago."

She leaped into her car and drove off, leaving the poor little monk alone. But he wasn't alone for long. A form appeared beside him, dressed in a white suit with matching wings.

"I fear that I have failed you, my lord."

The angel placed his hand on the monk's shoulder, "No friend, I knew that she would not listen to me, but she did listen to you. In time she will have to come to me, I pray it would not be too late."

Chapter 7

The dream, it was only a dream he had told himself as he walked aimlessly though the grey corridors, they seem to lead on forever. Mark turned another corner, he could hear the laughter behind him. He was coming…and he knew Mark couldn't get away. He turned town another tunnel, hoping that this one would lead him out. But this one ended with a wall, with a full size mirror before him.

Mark stopped for a moment and starred into the glass, his refection shot back, with those intense dark green eyes. The Deadman had found him. He reached out and grabbed Mark by the neck, easily lifting him in the air.

"You and I have unfinished business…" The Deadman said in a low and raspy voice, "…did you think that I would rest in peace? There is so much that must be done. What you failed at, I will succeed…"

The Undertaker pulled Mark into the mirror and disappeared…there was nothing there in the reflection, until a dark from walked out of the glass. He adjusted his black trench coat and black hat, he looked around the halls with his dark eyes…a sinister grin on his dark face…

Mark rose out of bed, the room was quite but he could hear movement coming from the living room. He moved silently out of the bedroom and looking into the hall, he could see Lucy sitting on the couch in her PJs while a hoard of papers surrounded the coffee table. She didn't hear him coming, she was too preoccupied with her work. He would change that.

His hand touched the back of her neck, she looked up and smiled at him.

"Why aren't you in bed?" He asked.

"I didn't want to wake you, you looked so rested." She leaned her head against his waist.

He began to message her neck, gently at first, she moaned a little at his touch, his other land touching her face, outlining her lips with his finger. He pulled her up and sat her on the back of the couch, holding her tight.

"Ah want to make love to you right now…" he said as he began to pull down her pants, she grabbed his hand.

"Right now? But I have some papers to…" He ended her words with another kiss, this time a little forced.

He lifter her up into his arms and carried her to the counter, it was the perfect height.

"Ah need you right now…baby…" He whispered as he pulled her top off and laid her on the cold counter.

"Mark…I…" He touched her face with his hand, some how calming her growing concern.

She could feel him touch her body, caressing it softly, then a little hard. She found her mind lost within his touch, she moaned as she felt his hands found her moistness. She was his…he touched her breast with his fingertip…all his…

"That's my girl…just relax and enjoy the ride…"

He pushed himself inside of her, Lucy cried out as he began to thrust himself faster and fast,. He held onto her arms for more leverage, he wanted to feel all of her, her breath, her cries, and taste her tears…the excitement grew within himself. He quickened his pace, the angel cried out as he neared his release. He held on to her hard, restricting her movements as he allowed his release to enter her body.

He lay on her for a few moments, then gently lifter her in his arms. She seemed like a rag doll as he moved her inside the bed room, her eyes were vacant as he laid her on the bed and kissed her lips.

"Sleep tight little angel, you're going to need your strength…"

Chapter 8

Lucifer…Lucifer…

Lucy opened her eyes and looked around, she was still in her bedroom…what had happened? One minute Mark was groping her and then the next she's in bed, she could feel the form beside her, he was with her. She tried to get up but found herself extremely sore…it was hard for her to stand on her legs.

She looked over to where her husband slept, Mark was snoring loudly under the covers. She wrapped her house coat around herself and tried to take a step, she was definitely in pain around her midsection.

She shimmied out of the house, and into a grave yard. She was so sore that she had to sit on a low tombstone as she waited.

"I thought you wouldn't come." Michael said as he walked to her.

"What's going on Michael? Are you messing with Mark again? You know I'll kill you for that." She replied.

"I have not done anything to your…husband." The word was like poison on his lips, "I have come to warn you of him. Please listen to what I have to say…"

"You won't back off will you?" She shouted, "Get over it! If you're the one that's messing with Mark, I'll…"

"He has become something else Lucifer! You yourself have noticed that he has become different!" he stood right in front of her now, "I know that you are holding a lot of hate for me and I understand why, but right now I am only thinking or your welfare! Weather or not you still love me, I will always love you and protect you!"

"Mark loves me and will do anything for me! He's just going through a rough time right now and he needs me! This is just a case of psychosomatic behaviour after a traumatic experience…"

Michael starred back at her, "Listen to yourself…you sound just like a human wife…failing to see what is obviously in front of her, in the form of her husband."

"What are you trying to say, Michael?"

"Lucifer, I sense the power that grows within him, if you would simply allow yourself to sense him, you would believe me when I say that man is no longer a man…"

"You know what? I'm tired of hearing this bull shit. I'm going back home, there's nothing more for us to say to each other. Mark will be fine in a few days, even if it takes a few weeks…"

"When have you ever lost time, Lucifer?"

She froze, "Spying inside my head now? That's rude."

"When, Lucifer, when had you ever loss time? You have tonight…"

"How would you know, you're been spying on me again…"

"Only because I still love you. He had done something to you tonight, I am not sure as to what yet, but Lucifer, there are dark thoughts with in his mind."

"Michael, I am not going to let you turn me away from the man I love, Mark will be alright. You're just looking for problems where there are none, go back to heaven."

"Lucifer!" but she was gone just as fast as she came.

She appeared in her room, Mark wasn't sleeping on the bed, he wasn't even in the room infact. Lucy walked out into the living room and kitchen, but Mark wasn't there. She opened the outside door and looked about, there was nothing moving, not a soul was out in the yard.

She closed the door and jumped, Mark was standing beside the door with his arms crossed and a look of calmness in his dark eyes.

"Where were you?" He asked in a low tone.

"I…had to go out…" This was definitely not like him.

"To meet who? Michael?" His eyes showed no emotions, "You leave your husband after making love to be with your ex? That's not very nice of you Lucy…"

"Mark…it's not what you think…" Danger!

He grabbed her face in his hands, "I'm not mad at you sweetheart, I was just worried about you. You know that Michael is still in love with you and he'll do anything to break us apart."

"I know…I'm sorry…" Danger!

"Promise me that you will never see his again…" His voice became low and raspy, his hands began to slowly wrap around her neck…was he trying to chock her?

"Mark…I…" This had gone far enough!

She pushed him away from her with all her might, she landed on the floor and looked up, but he was gone. She got up from the floor and looked around, her senses were telling her of danger.

She looked around the room, she could now sense the power that dwelt within. It seemed that he could be felt all around, a strategy that worked. She couldn't pin point him, but he was still here.

"Mark?" She called out, her mind ready to freeze him in place, "Mark…I know that there's something wrong honey…we can fix it sweetheart."

"You seem to have your concerns misplaced, my dear…" The raspy voice called out, "It is you, my dear wife, who do not know her place!"

"Mark…please…you're scarring me…" She turned and starred at the man before her.

The Undertaker looked down at her and gave her an ominous smile, He was dressed as he did when he first walked down the ramp at Wrestle Mania Twenty, including the bolero cowboy hat.

"Mark?" Her eyes starred intensely into his dark green eyes.

"No…but you know who I am…" He stroked her face, she felt week for a moment.

"But you're not real…" She could feel the dark forces within him,

"I am…and I am a mate better suited for an angel." He bent over and kissed her, she seem to loose herself in his arms.

She felt so dizzy, she couldn't make out what was happening. She didn't feel him pick her up, the room was spinning around out of control.

"Hush now…the feeling will subside with time…" He kissed her forehead as he carried her into the darkness, "Soon…the world will bow at the feet...of the Undertaker."

Chapter 9

Michael walked in a rushed pace throughout the white marble halls of Heaven, he was in a rush and time was running out. The doors of the great library flew open as the son of God entered the room, Job looked up for his scroll covered desk.

"Michael? Can I assist you?" Job asked the frantic angel.

Michael began to look through the scrolls, "I fear that Lucifer has gotten herself in danger again. I pray that I am in time to help her."

"But would she accept your help?" Asked Job.

Michael peered back at him, "I had not thought of that. Perhaps there is someone I could sent in my stead…another archangel? Perhaps Gabriel would…"

"I may have someone in mind…" Job said as he handed Michael a parchment.

Michael gazed at the parchment in shock, "I would believe that you have lost your mind, Job. This…this one? But he had not gone through the Ascension yet! I am still lost as to how he had made it here without going through the Ascension! He chases the females around chanting come get some Latino Love! He is an embarrassment to angel about!"

"That would be your father's doing. He had always a soft heart for that one, he felt that he should stay here as he is, I believe it was more for your father's amusements. But needless to say, that this man was once a wrestler for the same people as your dear Lucifer's husband worked for. He even knew him, he could prove much more useful for your task than you first believe."

Michael starred back at the parchment, "Humans…I would send a human to do the work of an angel…"

"He is no longer a human, the All Father had given him his wings."

"I fear that this might be worst than what you imply, Job."

"I assure that this would be a better course of action. Michael…has Father spoken to you yet about Revelations?"

"No…he will not discuss the matter with me."

"I fear I shall inform you of the words, I believe it is time you should know. Michael, our scholars have now correctly deciphered the Book of Revelations…"

"I believed that it had already been done? Why again?"

"Because we had incorrectly translated it. One of the prophecies…and the devil shall come to man…we mistaken the word to, the correct word is from….and the devil shall come from man."

"Forgive me, Job, but I yet understand."

The aged angel moved away from his desk, "It means that the true Devil was born of man, and there is much more….the book describes Lucifer as an angel, not a devil as we believed in the beginning."

"But I had believed that the humans had wrote those words…"

"Not all that is written in the wholly bible is false, it was just the way that the humans had interpreted the words. Throughout the centuries and many translations, the true words were lost. We have the originals here, they were created far before we came here. That is what I haven researching for, I believed that the book is correct in stating that there will be another war…far grater than the last. Armageddon is much closer than we had first anticipated."

"And what of the anti-Christ? The child fabled to begin the destruction?" Asked Michael.

"The child born of man, his father the Devil…and his mother…born of heaven…"

"Are you sure of this?"

"Yes…I had discovered it when you brought his soul here. I had studied his soul, he was never meant to finish the Ascension. He was destined to become what he is now, I fear that the actions that had fallen had contributed to his rebirth. I fear that it had quicken the end."

"Are you to tell me that I have caused the creation of the Devil himself?"

"No…not caused it, quickened it! Do you remember the angels that came to earth and loved the human woman there?"

"Before Lucifer's tantrum and flooded the earth? Yes, what of it?"

"They had children, the woman, they became giants that roamed the earth. We believed them all destroyed after the flood, but a few did survive. Lucifer's human is a direct descendent of one of them…Argarath…I believed that was his name. He cursed God when it flooded, God refused to save them, cursed him that one day, his children will seek revenge upon heaven. They were an aragent people."

If angels could have headaches, Michael would be having one right now.

"Tell me, are the scrolls stating that this human, who is a descendant of angels, has now become the Devil…and he is planning on the destruction of Heaven…with Lucifer?"

"With the child that shall be born of Heaven and earth…"

Michael looked down at the parchment, "And you believe that he can help?"

Job smiled, "He did cheat Hell and stole Heaven…"

Chapter 10

Lucy blinked a few times before looking around the room, her head wasn't spinning anymore but she still felt sick to her stomach.

She found herself laying on top of an extremely large four post bed with black satin sheets. There were black shear drapes pulled open around the bed. The walls were like dark red giant bricks and there were ancient but clean wardrobes, chairs, and a desk in the corner with antique books sitting on top. The carpet was black as well and was lush and soft. There was a fireplace in the other corner far from the door that held a simple gold urn on it\s mantle, the front of the fireplace was made from beautiful black marble. The only light in the room was from a candle tree, where seven white candles burned brightly by the desk.

She tried to get up but fell back on the bed, her head wouldn't stop spinning…was this like a hangover that she had heard a lot about after a night of binge drinking? She had to get up, she did know here she was and her last memory didn't help matters.

Lucy sat back up, slowly this time, her head didn't spin. The large wooden door was directly in front of her, she guessed that it was lock. She didn't like the feeling she was getting…what did happen?

The sound of the door opening broke her thought, she looked up and saw the Deadman enter, a devilish grin on his face.

"I am happy that you are awake…my wife." He said in that raspy voice.

"Where are we, Mark…"

"We are home. Where you and I will live in peace…away from the prying eyes of the holy ones…" He moved towards be set and sat down on the edge.

"Where are we?" She asked again, this time a little more forceful.

"Why, Hell of course!" They cannot see us here, we can stay here and have our children in peace…"

She moved back a little, "Children? Mark…what is going on with you?"

He touched her check, she felt dizzy again, "Call me husband…call me Undertaker, do not call me by that human name, it is not who or what I am anymore. And I thank you for releasing me from my human shell."

"I don't understand…how…"

He kissed her, "When you resurrected me…you filled my body with the power of gods, my soul had been released when that fool Michael attempted his Ascension, the combination had given me true life beyond what I could imagine."

"But this is wrong…you can't do this…"

"Is it wrong to be with the one I love, who is destined to carry my seed and gives me life? Oh Lucifer…my love…my wife…you will understand in time…"

"That's why I feel like shit…" She looked up at him, "…how did you get me pregnant?"

He pulled out he round dark stone with a pentacle engraved on it, "I remember when you locked the power away, did you not think I would hear the words you spoke, even though a human ear could not hear them? I had changed then, I heard every word you said and memorized it. The power is now mine, with it, I persuaded you to accept me, and then you had conceived."

"You got those socks…"

"Yes, I believed that you would be eager to begin a family, but I learned that you needed to be…led into it. The power achieved the goal, now once our son is born, Heaven will never have a claim on your soul again. We will be together in all eternity."

He wrapped his arms around her and placed his hand on her belly, "Listen…our son grows strong within you. A tiny, vulnerable and innocent life, dependant on his mother for life."

The Undertaker kissed his dark bride, "Our child, created in love…our love…"

"But at what cost?" She asked him, "What cost would our child have on this world…?"

"Hush," he touched her head, she began to feel tired, "Sleep…you worry too much. The only thing that you need to concern yourself with is our son, and his wellbeing."

He laid her on the bed and wrapped the covers around her, "With time, my Lucifer, you will see the world though my eyes, and trust in my judgement of this world…then…you will give me the true power…" He stroked her calm face gently, "…you will command Necracomicon to obey me, and I will destroy Heaven, and we shall rule earth together!"

Chapter 11

The man crept around the arena, the darkness was a comfort to him. He was given instructions to let no one see him, his identity had to kept secret from everyone, even the ones he loved. The area was filled to the bring with wrestling fans, the sceptical that was Smackdown has entered the building and created a sense of bewilder in this young warrior.

Compared to his new brethren, he was only a novice, but here! Here with in the red, white and blue ropes, the roar of the people, the music played as they entered the ring to battle…this was home to him. Oh…what he would give to drive down to the ring as his music played loudly! To see his fans wear his face on their shirts…to see his wife smile at him…his little niños…he missed it so much.

But! He was on a mission of a life time…or after-lifetime he chuckled. He had to find a very important person here, a comrade of sorts. He pulled his hood over his head and long enough to just slightly cover his face, He turned his body away from a couple walking down the hallway away from him. The warrior wrinkled his face in disgusts as he recognized it was Chavo Guerro and his Uncle's widow, Vicky …they were holding hands.

They were talking quietly as the stranger walked past them, he could over hear them talk about the Guerror legacy…

Guerror legacy, un qué moron! The stranger thought, What till Chris finds out what Chavo is really up to…that would be funny to see his face when he reads a note from the grave!

The man walked away from them, and looked around. He could convince the Big Guy to leave him down here for a little time…there was some unfinished business that he had to take care of before he left this world…

He came down to the dressing rooms and scanned the doors, he stopped when he reached the door to the temporary housing of the Brothers of Destruction. He hoped the monster was here, well…he wasn't really a monster.

He knocked on the door, there was a shuffle heard from inside. He knocked again.

"What?"

"Housekeeping." The man had said in a high female voice with a strong Spanish accent.

"No thanks."

He knocked again, "Housekeeping! You want towel?"

"No, go away."

Knocked again, "Housekeeping! You want fluffy pillow?"

"I said no! Go away!"

Knocked, "You want blow job?"

"What?" The door suddenly opened and a confused Kane was standing at the door looking down at the man dressed in sweats.

"Who the hell are you?" Glen asked as the man pulled off his hood and gave the red machine that unforgettable Latino smile.

Kane stood frozen, the man gave him a wink, "Consigamos este partido comenzado! Latino heat is here!"

To be continued….