Summary: Catherine discovers that Undertaker resembles Dagon and the secret behind the lockets her consort keeps around his waist.

Catherine Michaelis stretched out of the open coffin and out onto their discarded clothes. It was very early morning and her mistress would not need to be awakened for another three hours. She sat up, supporting herself on her palms as she watched Undertaker splayed out in his coffin, his limbs hanging out of it haphazardly, observing her. His body was littered with red marks and bruises. He smiled a closed eyes smile, his longs bangs swept back.

She blinked once in shock as another face overlapped his slowly. They were similar, she realized. She hadn't seen it before. Except for the scars that crisscrossed his body and face, Undertaker had the same silver hair that her past consort did. Her marks on his body were the same marks she passionately inflicted upon… Dagon.

Her palm slipped and she stumbled back. Undertaker opened his eyes to look at her wearily. 'Catherine?' He didn't often call her by name. 'You look upset.'

'That's right.' She murmured to herself, laying on the ground as her fingers shook. 'I haven't killed the new king of hell yet.'

'I'm afraid I'm sorely lacking some understanding here.' He whispered, crawling out of his coffin and over her still frame. His hair tickled her.

'You look like Dagon. With your silver hair and my marks on you. I just realized.' She told him, then smiling softly at his calm features. 'Does that upset you?'

'Not a bit.' The shinigami man answered swiftly. Why would he be jealous of a dead demon king? 'I take it, he was killed for the throne?' He leaned down to kiss her cheek softly.

'Yes, I left him to find Sebastian. He couldn't love me. But he tried very hard to make me happy.' She spoke normally, having recovered from the shock of remembering Dagon.

'You poor thing. Another consort ripped away from you.' He sympathised, stroking her hair with his pale slender fingers. She smiled bitterly.

'Yes, I must be the only witch to have failed so miserably.' Her voice held such contempt, it surprised Undertaker.

'The best often fail.'

'Oh, you've failed then?' She asked, her words made cutting by her demon red eyes. He didn't mind. He reached above her head and picked up the gold chain delicate before dropping the lockets on her chest.

'These are my failures. Take a look.' He said with a gentle smile, rolling off of her to lie down beside her, closing his eyes to wait patiently. She gave him a sideways look but brushed her thumb over the first locket. There were three. Undertaker was giving her his secrets?

She popped it open. It was a young woman. A shinigami by the looks of her double sickles and glasses. She had a bright excited smile on her face. 'Is this… your student? The one who gave you your scars?'

'Well yes, I only had one student. And yes, she gave me these scars.' He said with a light tone. 'Her death upset me so I never took on another student.'

She had heard this so she flipped open the next locket. And there was another woman, slightly older than the last with a soft smile and darkened skin but her face was full of happiness. She was so happy, Catherine became envious. 'She's beautiful.'

'But that's not why you're jealous, is it?' Undertaker asked knowingly, finally opening one green-yellow eye. 'But yes, she was very beautiful. She was my wife.'

Catherine froze. 'You had a wife. This is impossible.'

'What so impossible about it?' He asked, slightly hurt.

'You… could never fail! Shinigamis make their human consorts immortal. This is absolutely impossible that she is dead.' She ranted, she was almost in panic.

Undertaker sat up and placed his hands on her bare shoulders, softly but firmly so she could feel his presence. She quieted. 'But she died. I failed. Even the best fail.'

Undertaker took the last locket and opened it for her. A young woman was shown. A teenager. She had Undertaker's silver hair and her mother's delicate face. 'This is our daughter.'

'Oh unholy First Lord of the Underworld…' Catherine muttered, putting her hands to block her eyes. 'Undertaker, that's my first apprentice.'

'Ah.' He said with slight surprise. 'I knew she contracted with a witch. She left home when her mother died and she didn't want me to retire from my shinigami duties so early so she took her burdens off of me.'

'She wasn't half-shinigami though.'

'No, it's hard for shinigami to pass on our supernatural traits if our consort is completely human.' Undertaker explained, caressing the side of the picture with his fingertip. 'She was very smart. My darling girl.'

Catherine began to cry. 'She was full of talent and she was my girl too. I let your daughter die. Zanna killed her.'

'No, no. I know that Zanna killed my daughter but this one… is not your failure. I carry my daughter's burden.' Undertaker hushed, hugging his demon consort. It was so strange to see his strong mate crying but she did have a strong emotional and human bond to her apprentices, her daughters. It was pleasant for Undertaker to realize how deep that bond ran.