Mark Calaway rapped his fingers against his kneecap, impatiently waiting for the plane to land. He had immediately made arrangements upon leaving the restaurant that afternoon to fly to Pennsylvania and confront Fergal Devitt about this relationship with his daughter.

Fergal anxiously chewed his fingernails, knowing that the Deadman was coming. He could sense it. His intuition was proven right when he overheard Stephanie making a passing comment to someone about The Undertaker coming to evaluate some of the superstars.

"Fuck me right now" Fergal thought to himself

He had hoped that he could finish his match and immediately book it out of the venue and get far away before the Deadman even arrived in the city, but he was out of luck. Stephanie caught him as he was heading for the back door.

"Finn!" She called after the Irish man

"Yeah?" Fergal turned to face his boss

"Where are you off to in such a hurry? You're one of the superstars we'd like to have the Undertaker talk with. Especially with similar gimmicks, I think he can give you some good ideas on where to go from here"

"He's gonna tell me to go to hell, that's where.." Fergal thought to himself

"Oh" was his only reply

"He should be here any minute now. He will come find you when he's ready"

"Oh he sure as fuck will find me" Fergal thought, growing antsy

"Thanks, Finn. See you later!" Stephanie walked off, answering her ringing phone and bickering into it at the unfortunate soul on the other line

Fergal huffed and decided against making a break for it. He could be reprimanded for not following work orders, and he didn't need that stress on him right now. He was going to have to face The Undertaker or later anyway. He found a quiet spot backstage to meditate and try to prepare himself for the confrontation he was about to have. Several moments passed and a sense of dread came over him. Taker was here, he could feel it. The chill running down his spine. The hair standing on the back of his neck. The feeling inside of Balor starting to awken.

"Shit." Fergal said

He began to slowly walk the backstage, hoping to make it to the back door and make a run for it before Taker found him. He wasn't that lucky, however. As he rounded a corner, he bumped straight into the Deadman, who was standing there, arms crossed over his large chest, waiting.

Fergal swallowed the lump in his throat and purposley avoided eye contact with the bigger man. Mark didn't say anything, he instead just stood there and stared down at the man in front of him.

"Sir." Fergal said

Mark grabbed Fergal by the back of the neck and pulled him down the hallway, opening the door to an office and tossing the man inside. Fergal turned to look at the angry man. An animalistic growl left Mark's throat as he wrapped his hand around Fergal's throat, pushing him hard against the wall.

"I'm only going to tell you once, Balor" The Undertaker's voice was low, deep, and menacing, "Stay away from my daughter."

Fergal closed his eyes tight, trying not to let the demon win and overtake him. He was muttering phrases in Irish, praying to keep his control.

"Balor" Mark hissed in Fergal's ear

Fergal's eyes opened, black and angry. He glared at the man pinning his vessel against the wall.

"You" Balor said, "I didn't think we'd meet again so soon"

Mark's grip tightened on Fergal's throat. His other hand going to the younger man's hair, harshly pulling it back so that his was looking up.

"I told you to stay away from my daughter, and you're going to. Do you understand me?"

"Oh but Marky Mark, she's so hard to keep away from for long" Balor laughed

Taker pulled the man's hair more, so that it was painful at this point.

"You will not involve my daughter in this, Balor. I have kept her away from this for a reason and I will not have the likes of you coming into her life and messing everything I've accomplished up. You will leave, and never return, and my daughter is not to find out anything" Mark demanded

"Oh, but she already knows" A sly grin crossed Balors face

Mark's face turned red, his hands shaking as he released the Demon King.

"Please, tell me you are fucking with me right now" Mark glared

"Oh I wish I was. It's always fun to screw with your head." Balor laughed "But I am not joking. Your daughter and I have been introduced already."

Mark was visibly shaking from rage at this point. He had sheltered all of his children from this secret life, hoping that if he raised them in a normal atmosphere, they would never find out about their true origin. He was especially protective of Sara, for he knew she was the one he'd have to fight the hardest for. As the keeper of the gates of hell, the devil himself's confidant and advisor, he had been "blessed" with being chosen to carry out a prophecy. It was declared that his first born daughter was to become the queen of the demons, and that she would one day rule over the underworld and all its inhabitants. The Undertaker had come to a point in his life, when he found out that his second born child was to be a girl, that he no longer wanted to be involved in the supernatural. Although Lucifer had told him that he cannot escape fate, he allowed The Undertaker to assume a normal life on Earth. While Mark could never rid himself of the demonic soul that was forever a part of him, he could control it. Like Fergal, Mark found wrestling a creative way to control his dark side. He had found Texas a nice state to raise his family, and settled there. He raised his children as any other human child. He found himself a human bride, a Christian one at that, so that his youngest daughter would be protected from the curse of the dark, supernatural world. His other children weren't as lucky, and while he feared daily that the prophecy would become a reality for Sara, they had yet to discover the family's secret. That was until Balor, the king of Demons, showed up. Mark made a tight fist, his short nails stabbing into his palms. He closed his eyes, attempting to control the rage burning inside of him.

"You were warned, Mark. He told you that this time would come." Balor leaned back against the wall casually, pulling at the leather jacket he wore "You can't protect her forever, and now it's too late. She knows who her sweet little boyfriend truly is, and she didn't have to think twice before accepting us. Soon, she will begin to find her true self, and once she has realized her destiny, I will finally be able to leave this dreadful Earth and spend eternity where I belong, with my Carman"

"No!" Mark shouted, "I won't allow this to happen"

Balor threw his head back and laughed

"You cannot stop it, fool. Delay it, sure, but you knew this entire time that one day the truth would be revealed. I have waited too long, and I am growing tired. I have finally found where my Carman is, and I assure you, very soon, she will emerge from her vessel to take her rightful place on the dark throne. Try to protect her all you want, Mark, but remember who I am. I am stronger and more powerful than you are, I always have been and always will be."

With that, Balor turned and exited the room, letting the door slam behind him. Mark let out a loud yell, not caring if anyone heard him or not. He flipped the desk in the office over and threw the chair across the room. He ran his hands through his long, black hair and tried to regain control of his emotions. He had to get to Sara before Balor did, and fast.