**Author's Note: since I've gotten questions on it, Mideon is a...unique...WWF wrestler. He was a member of the Undertaker's Ministry and, more recently, 'the naked wrestler'. I'm ignoring the whole 'naked wrestler' fiasco though.

**Second Author's Note: reviews will be very much appreciated. I've been having trouble finding inspiration lately, and find that it's easier to do so knowing that people appreciate...maybe even enjoy...what I write. Thanks.



Angel's Light V

He looked up from observing Kane's now motionless form and met her gaze for a moment before dropping his head. "It's true, then," he said, the sadness in his voice palpable.

Molly looked at him in confusion when he didn't continue, "What's true?" she asked.

"It's true that the Lord of Darkness is back," he replied, "assuming he was ever really gone to begin with. It's true that he is after your innocent soul to add to his harem. And it is true that he has trapped Kane's soul in the dreamscape and is killing him to get to you."

"After my soul?" she began, before what Mideon had said after that registered, "Wait...trapped Kane's soul? You mean the Undertaker's responsible for Kane's condition."

"Yes," Mideon replied. "I felt his powers at work, and hoped that I had been mistaken. I came here to see for myself if my fears were justified." He paused, shaking his head wearily, "Unfortunately, they were."

"But, if you know what's wrong with Kane, can't you fix it?" Molly asked hopefully, looking beseechingly at Mideon.

"Not easily," Mideon answered. "To save Kane would require overcoming the Undertaker...the Lord of Darkness. That kind of power I do not have, as evidenced by the ease with which he forced me into the Ministry"

"But we have to try!" Molly protested. "I can't just stand by and watch while Kane dies, not if there might be something that I can do about it."

Mideon sighed, "Somehow I knew that you would say that. But you must understand how dangerous it will be, especially for you. The Undertaker wants your soul. If he succeeds you will never be free again, he will become your Lord and Master for all time. And trying to rescue Kane means entering the Undertaker's realm, where his power is even greater than it is here."

"I don't care," Molly told him. "If you're right than if Kane dies my soul will still belong to the Undertaker. Personally, I'd rather go down fighting. You don't have to help if you're too scared, just show me how to get to wherever the Undertaker is keeping Kane."

"A Holly through and through," Mideon commented, almost to himself. "I would never allow you to attempt such a rescue on your own," he told her. "I hadn't meant before that I wouldn't help, I just wanted to make certain that you understood the dangers."

"Well I do," she said, "So now how do we get to this realm of the Undertaker's?"

"He and Kane are in the dreamscape," Mideon explained to her, "a place outside the physical world that can be accessed only by the spirit, through dreams."

"Oookay," Molly said, obviously having her doubts about what Mideon was telling her.

"Don't worry," Mideon told her, "I'm not crazy...well, not too much at least. I'll have to send you in first, but I'll be following close behind and will guide you."

"Alright," Molly said, "so what do I need to do?"

"Just relax," he instructed, "sit back, close your eyes...as if you were getting ready to take a nap. Let your mind drift...that's it." As he spoke Mideon was using his powers to calm and prepare Molly's mind for the journey. When he felt that she was ready, he sent his own mind after her. Taking hold of her spirit, almost as if holding her hand, he began the trip to the dreamscape...where the Undertaker awaited.

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When Molly opened her eyes she couldn't help but gasp in surprise. She hadn't really believed what Mideon had told her, but now her own eyes verified that he had spoken the truth. Before her stood an endless stark plain. Nothing was in site beneath the black, starless sky above her.

"Well, here we are," Mideon spoke from beside her.

"Yeah..." she answered, still in shock.

"Molly," Mideon said, taking her head in his hands and looking her straight in the eyes, "you have to snap out of it. I know that this is all a shock to you, but Kane needs you to be strong now."

She shook her head to clear it as his words penetrated the fog that wrapped her brain. "I'm sorry, you're right," she told him, then asked, "But where is Kane?"

"I'd assumed right behind us," Mideon answered, a dark amusement in his voice.

Turning, Molly gasped again as she beheld what looked to be a three dimensional rectangle of fire. "You mean he's in there?" she blurted in fear.

"I'm afraid so," Mideon replied. "Knowing the Undertaker, it's probably really a room inside, and the flames just make up the walls and roof. What better place to keep Kane prisoner than inside one of his greatest fears. Come on, let's get closer and see if we can find any way inside."

"Right," Molly agreed, a determined note entering her voice as her love for Kane strengthened her nerve.

As they neared the flames voices became audible, in obvious argument.

"When will you learn, Kane?" the voice of the Undertaker questioned, "You never have been a match for me. I will kill you, and then I will take control of both Molly Holly and the WWF."

"She will never submit to you," the alarmingly weak voice of Kane retorted, "even when I am gone, she will resist you."

The laughter that followed increased the chills that had started in Molly's spine from the moment she had heard the certainty in Kane's voice that he was going to die. "I don't think so, Kane. You alone have been able to withstand my powers, and you will soon be out of my way permanently."

Molly had heard enough. "Come on," she urged Mideon, "We've got to get in there somehow and help Kane."

Mideon nodded, his hand raised to the flame walls as he slowly walked around it, as if looking for something. Finally he stopped. "Here," he said.

"Here what?" Molly asked, not seeing anything special about the section of wall he had stopped in front of.

"This is where the door into the room is," he told her. "The Undertaker has camouflaged it to look no different than the rest of the walls, but I can sense it here."

"Are you sure?" she asked, still not quite convinced.

"Very," he replied. Then, realizing that Molly would need irrefutable proof, he said, "Follow me," and stepped through the fires, disappearing from Molly's sight.

Slightly heartened by the fact that she hadn't heard him scream, nor had his charred body fallen out at her feet, Molly took a deep, steadying breath, closed her eyes, and made her way through the wall...

...and walked straight into the arms of the Undertaker.