Prologue

Storms Brewing

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.

Ancient Times

Having just arrived, Lucifer looked at the door. He could hear the screaming inside. He looked at a fallen angel and demanded, "Is my boy here, Gadreel?"

Gadreel shook his head. "The nursemaids are still with your mate."

Lucifer glared at Gadreel, his eyes turning red. "Naamah is not my mate. I will never be tied down to a single bitch."

Gadreel bowed to his king. "My apologies."

Lucifer crossed his arms and waited impatiently, his wings and tail twitching. Soon, the screams turned to infant screams. Gadreel and Lucifer looked at the door as a tan, wingless demon with black hair opened the door with a bundle in her arms. Seeing Lucifer, she bowed her head. "My King."

Lucifer looked at the bundle. "It better be a boy, Abigail. I will not have my firstborn be a girl."

Abigail almost winced but shook her head. "No, my King. You have a son."

Lucier walked up and revealed the baby's face. Sleeping, the baby had black hair, small black wings, and a black tail with a red tip. He smirked with pride and nodded. He took the newborn in his arms, holding him safely. "You are the firstborn…of mine and of Hell…Damien."

The baby slowly opened his eyes, revealing black eyes. Lucifer chuckled darkly.

1985

Now looking 17, Damien was working out, punching a punching bag viciously. His 13-year-old sister Akuma watched from the sidelines. After a minutes, she said, "I like what you did to your hair."

Damien blew his blood-red tips out of his hair before punching the bag some more. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

Akuma's pink wings fluttered as she played with her pink tail. "I was bored up there with the humans. There's no one to tease and torment."

Damien smirked and looked at her. "Why not my creation? He's already insane; why not add to his insanity?"

Akuma rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to tease a rogue like Kane."

Knowing she was teasingly-insinuating he made a human-born half demon, Damien glared. "I would never make a rogue. I'm not stupid like Tai."

Akuma titled her head. "I thought he was proven innocent of that crime."

Damien got a rag and started to wipe off his sweat. "Not quite. Father just stopped questioning him and Tai never confessed. But he's the only one who ever showed interest in those illegal creatures."

Akuma played with her tail some more. "Anyway, I would never tease Kane. He's already been through so much thanks to that brother of his."

Damien said nothing. Looking out the window, she squealed with delight. "Azazel!"

Damien looked at the window and saw a fallen angel with black hair and black feathery wings walk past. Damien shook his head. "You're nuts to think he's cool."

Akuma giggled. "He's done so much for our family and our kind. He's the smartest scientist and weapon-creator we have."

Damien looked at Azazel, who started to head towards Hell's entrance. "Looks like he's about to go make another weapon."

Wearing a trench coat, Azazel looked around the human city. He walked around for a while, wondering where he was. He knew better than to ask; he did not want to draw attention to himself. He soon got his answer, seeing an advertisement for the Cincinnati Reds. Nodding, he headed for the nearest bar. Once inside, he went up to the bar and asked for a beer. Bottle in hand, he leaned against the bar and looked at the patrons. A few people stuck out but none seemed to fit what he was looking for. He reached into his trench coat and pulled out a list of crossed out names. "Last chance to make one…"

His goal was to make a grey, a being with a human body and a demonic soul. He believed they were the ultimate weapon as their chemical makeup made them insane. Putting away his list, he took a sip but his eyes fell on a rough-looking man. He looked drunk and stumbling out the door. Azazel smirked. "Easy target."

He went over to the man and helped him stand up. "Hey, relax, buddy. Let's get you to a cab."

The man was too drunk to fight Azazel off. Leading him out of the bar, Azazel led the man to an alley. The human looked up and slurred, "Where am I?"

Azazel suddenly pinned him to the wall by the throat. "Nice to meet you…guinea pig."

He reached up and grabbed the man's head, passing something to him. Seconds later, the man came out of the alley, walking more stable. As he flagged down a cab, Azazel turned himself invisible and followed. 'This man better have a woman at home…'

Two hours later, Azazel returned to Hell, writing a new name on the list. He looked pleased with himself as he heard someone say, "Where have you been?"

Azazel looked up to see a demon who looked to be about twenty. With his eye patch and gruff look, he was standing with his black, crooked wings fully extended and his arms crossed. Azazel smirked. "Nice to see you, Tai. How's your stump?"

Knowing Azazel was talking about his missing tail, Tai tensed up a little but kept his composure. "The question still stands. Where have you been?"

Azazel held up his list with the new name. "Unlike you, I experiment with things that are legal."

Tai glared a little. "Greys are extremely rare. They're even rarer than rogues. Not that I'm admitting to making them but rogues take effort and greys take luck." He smirked and stood up a little taller. "Besides…none of your greys have survived birth."

Azazel hissed, "At least I'm trying to expand the army and not wasting time with Lil Sis."

Tai's eye flashed, making Azazel's list go up in flames. Azazel tried to save the list but it became ash. Azazel demanded, "What have you done?!"

Tai turned to leave. "Consider it punishment for bringing up Kai."

Azazel looked at the ashes in his hand. He did not memorize the name of the man so he knew he could not hope to keep tabs on the family. "Damn it…!"

Nine months later, on December 7, a healthy grey was born.

1989

Lucifer called forth Damien to his throne room. The demon got down on one knee before his father. "You called for me, my King?"

One leg draped across his throne, Lucifer said. "Yes. My half-breed children…it's time to thin the herd."

Damien smirked and stood tall. "About time."

Lucifer looked at Damien. "You're proud?"

His tone was more curious than accusing. Damien shrugged. "I don't mind half-demons. But half-devils are just embarrassing to the family line."

Lucifer almost laughed when he saw someone peeking into the door. He stood up, making the spying demon run off. Suspecting, Lucifer told his firstborn, "Take some guards with you. You might meet some resistance."

Having just heard Lucifer's plans, Abigail made it to the warehouse where the half-devil children were in record time. There were 12, eight boys and four girls. All of various races, their ages ranged from 12 to a few months, with the average age being six. Because they were half human, they did not have wings or tails but they still had the devil's scent in their blood. Picking up the baby, Abigail looked at the oldest, a 12 year old girl and a 10 year old boy. "Sharry, Gareth, get the little ones and follow me."

Hearing the urgency in her voice, Sharry and Gareth did not question and nodded. Sharry picked up a two year old and Gareth took the hands of a pair of twins. The other children stood up, scared but trusting their caretaker. Abigail peeked out the window and gasped. She could see Damien and the soldiers approaching. "Hurry, children!"

She made a portal, not caring where it went to. Most of the children escaped but the toddler Sharry was holding whined. "No…no go!"

Sharry looked at the child. "We have to. Abigail said we have to."

The child still whined and wiggled until he was on the floor. Abigail gave Sharry the baby. "Go!" Abigail went to the toddler. "Baby…baby, we have to go."

The toddler whined until the doors flung open. Seeing Damien and the soldiers, Abigail picked up the toddler and ran through the portal. Just before the portal closed, however, a dagger thrown by Damien came through and stabbed Abigail in the shoulder. The toddler's eyes widened. "Sissy Abby!"

Though in pain, Abigail smiled and kissed the toddler's head. "I'm all right, baby Bray."

She looked at the children. They looked terrified. An eight year old boy asked, "Will they come for us?"

Abigail shook her head. "No. As long as I am here, you all will be safe."

Standing up, she pulled out the dagger and healed herself. While her wound healed, she looked at where the portal took them. It was a dilapidated wood cabin with a few rooms. Daylight poured in through the dusty windows and there was some more light from a couple of bare lightbulbs. The children started to wander, exploring their new home. Seeing the toddler with her, Abigail smiled and lowered down to his level. "Don't you want to explore, Bray?"

Bray shook his head, tears falling down his face. "No…want home…Sissy Abby hurt…"

Abigail smiled and kissed Bray's forehead. "Don't you worry, Bray. This is our home now." She took his hands in hers. "Look at me. You all are destined for great things. Now that we're here, you all can live up to your potential." She pressed her forehead against his and whispered, "I especially sense great things for you."

Bray sniffled. He was scared but trusted Abigail.

Damien hissed, "That bitch got away with the brats!"

Lucifer looked at a cauldron, brewing a potion. "You got in a hit, right?"

Damien nodded and crossed his arms. "Yeah…lost a good dagger in the process."

Lucifer finished the potion, which gave him a view of where Abigail and the children went. To his surprise, all he saw was woods, junk, and dilapidated houses. Damien looked at the view. "Where are they? I'll go hunt them down."

Lucifer thought for a moment before shaking his head. "Don't bother. They're in an evil woods. They won't survive with what's in there."

Damien looked at his father and grimaced. "Whatever. At least tell me where they are."

Lucifer stirred the potion, breaking the view. "Somewhere in Louisiana."

Damien glared. "You won't tell me anymore?"

Lucifer glared back until Damien left.

In 1990, a human-born demon called The Undertaker debuted in WWE. Everyone watching was hypnotized by him, including a grey from Cincinnati and a half-devil from Louisiana. Both vowed to become a part of the wrestling world.