Author's Note: This chapter will explain more about Balor and Carman, and some things about The Undertaker's involvement with them. I know that all of these facts are not accurate to the real version of the two, but for the betterment of the story, this is how I am writing it. I hope you enjoy, and please leave a review.

Sara sat in her seat in the back corner of the train, staring out the window. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she was trying to keep her sobs and quiet as she could so as not to draw attention to herself. It was nine in the morning now, and she hadn't slept since she was woken by her father's phone call in the middle of the night.

She knew deep down in her core that everything her father had said was true, and it would explain why she had been hearing the voice in her head since she had met Fergal. That v suoice was growing louder, to the point she couldn't hear her own thoughts. She closed her eyes as she tried to listen to what it was saying.

"Go back." the voice, now audibly female, would say "Find Balor"

"You are insane" Sara thought

"Find Balor. Find him and the truth will set you free" the voice persisted

"Who are you?" Sara's mind asked

"Carman" the voice whispered, before disappearing

"Dammit" Sara muttered

She pulled out her phone and pulled up Google. She searched for "Irish Mythology" and wasn't very surprised when the first thing she saw, in bold letters, was the name "Balor"

She read everything she could on her train ride through the midwest. She learned about Balor, and how he was the king of the demons, how he was to rule the underworld. He was next in line to the throne of hell, but one thousand years ago, Lucifer decided to give him a test to prove that he was worthy of such a position. He banished Balor to earth, in search of his lover, a Celtic warrior and powerful sorceress named Carman. Once he found her, the pair could return to Hell and begin their reign. Legend had it that Balor had been searching for hundreds upon hundreds of years, to no avail, and was still roaming the earth today in search of her.

Sara swore as her phone battery died, and she had left in such a hurry she didn't grab her charger. She curled up in the seat and rested her head against the window. It was another 5 hours to her destination, and she was mentally and physically drained. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, Balor and The Undertaker were still on their search for Sara. They had called everyone they knew, asking if they had heard from her, hoping that she might take refuge in a friend's home. No one had, and by now the entire company was worried about the girl. They had sat and racked their brains for hours until even their demonic souls grew weary. The Undertaker had reverted himself back to his human form and went to get himself a coffee to keep himself awake, while Balor sat in the truck continuing to think.

"Where are you hiding at, little girl?" he mused, tapping his fingers on the dashboard.

He tapped into Fergal's mind, in an attempt to get an answer from him.

"Wakey wakey, Fergie" Balor said in a sing song voice

"What do you want?" Fergal angrily asked through his thoughts

"Where's Sara?" Balor interrogated

"Leave her alone. Leave me alone" Fergal's thoughts seemed to hiss

"I can't do that, and you know it. I have found what I am searching for and I will not stop until I have it. Now tell me, where is the girl?" Balor was growing impatient

"I don't know and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you, no matter what you threatened me with. I'm not scared of you."

Balor laughed.

"Oh, silly boy. You think it's just you I can destroy? You don't matter to me. What matters to me is Sara, and what she holds within her. I assure you, I will find her with or without your help, but if it is without your help, then when I do find her, I will make her suffer and it will be on your hands."

Balor held out his hands and laughed. Literally, he thought.

"Don't you dare do anything to her" Fergal said, this time out loud

"You're forgetting boy, you have zero control over me. Tell me where she is, or I will hurt her, I will hurt her to the point she is begging me to kill her, and I will make you watch her die."

Fergal clinched his fist and felt his face redden.

"Last chance, Fergie. Or I'm shutting you off and finding her myself."

"Do you promise not to hurt her if I tell you?" Fergal choked out, his voice hindered by the lump in his throat

"You have my word" Balor nodded

"Because that means a whole lot" Fergal muttered

"Listen to me boy, when I say I am going to do something, I hold true. Even if it's something nice for a piece of shit like you. I told you I wouldn't cause your precious girl any harm and I mean it. Now tell me where she is." Balor's impatience rising

"She's going to the last place anyone would ever expect her to. Somewhere that she feels safe." Fergal sighed before being cut off by Mark opening the door

"You look like a fuckin' loon talking to yourself out here." He said

"Fuck you." Balor spat "I may know where Sara is."

"Oh really? And where is she?" Mark raised his eyebrows

"I don't know the exact location, so maybe you can figure it out. She's a smart girl. She's trying to hide, right? Why would she go where we could find her? She's somewhere she feels safe. Somewhere we'd never think to look." Balor looked over at Mark, waiting for a light bulb to go off.

"Goddammit" Mark said as he started the engine "We need to get to the airport."

"Where are we going?" Balor inquired

"Chicago."