Chapter 1: Honor
August 29, 1994
Author's note: just to not get in trouble, I should remind everyone that I don't own anything that has to do with WWE. I figured I had to let people know that since the rest of the chapters will be tied to an event that happened in WWE.
After WrestleMania X, Ted DiBiase introduced the Undertaker back into the wrestling world. His loyal fans and his companion Paul Bearer, however, could see that this Undertaker was a fake and dubbed him The Underfaker. Paul Bearer informed the real Undertaker of this imposter and awaited his return along with the rest of the human and demon world.
In a dark corner of Hell, there was a bar that served poisonous drinks and only showed the entertainment that the demons visiting the human world created. On days that the Undertaker was scheduled to be seen in a wrestling match, the owner of the bar closed the bar to everyone who was not a fan. This particular night, a great number of his fans were in the bar, for it was the night that the Undertaker would return and destroy his imposter. One of those fans was Lacti; despite her hating him, she still enjoyed watching him battle against humans in the ring.
As she was enjoying a cyanide cocktail, Venoma's twin brother Venom came up to her table, his moldy-green wings flapping with excitement. "Hey. How's that little one of yours?"
Lacti sighed. She was still getting used to Pandora's advanced aging. Pandora was born seven months ago but she looked and acted like she was fourteen months old. "Still aging fast. I have your sister babysitting."
Venom laughed. "Makes sense. Venoma wasn't one to watch wrestling, no matter who was fighting." Lacti just shrugged as Venom looked at the screen. "Come on…get to the Undertaker's match."
Lacti stiffened at the mention of the legendary demon. Not seeing this, Venom kept talking. "You know, for being born a human, he makes a damn good demon."
Lacti slammed her glass down on the table, almost spilling her drink. "Just tell me when he's on. Until then, don't talk to me."
Venom held up his hands. "Fine, fine. No need to get touchy." Lacti scoffed at him and had a few more cocktails. She stared into space and half-listened to Venom cheer on the human wrestlers. She was about to get up for a break when Venom said, "It's about time!"
Lacti looked up and watched. In the ring was Paul Bearer; he had opened the mystic urn and revealed a bright light within it. At first, he could barely hold onto the urn but then managed to hold it steady and marvel in its power. The familiar bell then tolled and the Undertaker headed towards the ring. When the lights came on and Undertaker was fully seen, Lacti dropped her glass in shock. The Undertaker had made a slight change to his wardrobe; while his imposter has grey gloves and boot covers, the Undertaker's gloves and boot covers were purple…the same shade as Pandora's hair. Venom looked at Lacti, wondering what happened, as Lacti glared at the screen. "You…"
Lacti watched the match with hated interest. When Undertaker came out victorious, everyone but Lacti cheered. Venom cheered but stopped when he saw that Lacti was still glaring. "Hey…what's your problem?"
Lacti did not answer; instead, she got up and went straight to the demoness washroom. She took a few deep breaths, not wanting to do what she had to while being upset. After she simmered, she breathed on the mirror to fog it up. She then traced the numbers "6666" into the fog and waited. Her image rippled until her image was replaced with the image of the inside of a barn. The barn was littered with old-fashioned tools, pieces of wood and blue-prints for caskets. She knew she only had to wait a little while before he showed up since time had a different meaning in Hell. Sure enough, Undertaker and Paul Bearer came into view. Lacti glared and whistled. Undertaker turned and saw her. He gestured for Paul to leave and Paul did just that. Undertaker then looked back at Lacti. "Surprised to see you."
Lacti crossed her arms. "What do you expect? After what I saw, you should have expected me to contact you."
Undertaker stayed still and did not react. "What you saw? You mean the match?" Lacti shook her head and pointed to his gloves. Undertaker slowly looked down at his gloves and lifted his head and his hands. "These…are what you…reacted to?"
Lacti nodded. "You didn't think I would notice? They're the same color as her hair."
Undertaker remained emotionless. "If I can't be near her…"
Lacti sighed. "As long as you stay away from her, I don't care what you do."
Undertaker blinked twice through his hair. "I will stay away…but you can't stop me from loving her." Lacti glared but she knew that he was right. Even though he rarely showed emotion, she knew that he loved the little one very much. He then asked, "How is she?"
Lacti decided against telling him about her rapid aging. "She's fine. Still has that rose."
Undertaker did not react but Lacti noticed that his eyes twinkled. "Good."
Lacti nodded. "Well…you seem to be doing well up there. Good for you."
Undertaker just nodded and ended the conversation. The mirror reflected Lacti's face and she sighed. "Still not much of a talker…"
On Earth, Undertaker slowly took off his trench coat. He paused a moment before sighing. "My daughter...one day, I will come for you."