Author's note: This is just a work of fanfiction. I only own the characters created for this fanfiction.
Good and Evil
High up in the rafters of the arena during the 2022 WWE Hall of Fame ceremony, one of the Lords of Hell, Damian Winters, lounged unnoticed looking down at Mark Calaway, aka The Undertaker, as he gave his Hall of Fame speech to the WWE Universe. On a nearby girder, and equally unnoticed, sat an Angel of Heaven. It was Sara Calaway, Mark's second wife. For almost a decade, the two had battled for Mark's soul. Sara won the last battle, much to Damian's dismay. As they watched the man they both cared for deeply, each felt somehow forgotten.
"Was it worth it?" Damian asked Sara. "Was he worth it?"
"Always and forever," said Sara a little sadly. "But he's in good hands."
"With her?" said Damian, indicating Mark's third wife, Michelle McCool.
"Yes."
"I told him during our last battle that he wouldn't have you forever. I was right."
"Yes, you were. But she's his new shield. He belongs to God now. You can't touch him anymore."
"Now you're right. Still, he provided a lot of fun and entertainment. That, at least, counts for something. I will miss it. Will you?"
"Not hardly. This war, our battles, they weren't easy."
"And a life with him? Do you miss that?"
"I gladly give it up so that he can be safe. And free."
"But do you miss him?"
"Yes. But I can live with it."
The two of them fell silent and continued to watch and listen to Mark talk. It was quite apparent to the both of them that Mark was happy with his freedom and secure in the knowledge that the war for his soul was over.
"If you like," began Damian with an impish grin as his eyes flashed green. "We can still fight for Kane."
"No," said Sara simply. "He's free now, too."
"Too true," agreed Damian. "The time has come for us to move on. On to the next battle ground."
"And who do you have in mind?" asked Sara without looking at Damian.
"Three spring to mind. Malakai Black, Alexa Bliss, and Bray Wyatt."
"You mean Husky Harris."
"Bray Wyatt. Husky Harris. By his own words, one is a vessel for the other. So the name isn't important."
"Names are always important in this life."
"True. But we are getting away from the point, and the moment."
Sara nodded her head and again said nothing as she focused on Mark as he continued to talk to the WWE Universe. Damian, sensing that the moment had passed, also returned his attention to Mark.
As the minutes ticked on, both could see that Mark was now just Mark. All semblance of the Dead Man was gone. He really was free and far beyond Damian's grasp. When he mentioned that Michelle restored his relationship to Jesus, Sara closed her eyes and had to take a moment to wipe away her tears. Damian made a point to avoid looking directly at her during this, so as to give her a measure of privacy.
As Mark finished his speech, Damian and Sara stood up in preparation to return from whence they came. Then Sara looked down and saw Mark reach for the Undertaker's final hat and coat. As he did, she gave Damian a sideways glance. Damian was smiling.
"What have you done?" she accused him.
"Me?" Damian said innocently before his eyes flashed green. "You think I had something to do with that?"
"I wouldn't put it past you," she answered as her eyes flashed blue
Mark finished putting on his heavy leather coat and donned the hat before saying, "Never, say never!"
"Somehow," Damian began with a smile. "I think the darkness isn't gone from him fully. And that means, our game may yet continue."
"Only time will tell," said Sara.
"Indeed," said Damian as his smile widened. "And if it does, discovering the part Mark plays in it will be a lot of fun."
The End?
