Ch 27
*Raw*
As the show started, Hunter was shown arriving at the Las Vegas arena for the show. His face was a storm of emotions—anger, worry, and fear. He started searching the arena between matches, finally deciding to go to the ring and call out his sister as the show was coming to an end. Hunter stormed to the ring, gripping the microphone tightly. His jaw clenched as he fought to keep his rage in check.
"Bella!" Hunter's voice boomed through the arena. "You need to come out here right now. This has gone too far. I haven't been able to find you or get a hold of you all week." The crowd stirred, waiting for any sign of Bella or The Undertaker. Hunter's eyes scanned the entrance ramp. No one came out. He growled in frustration, pacing back and forth. "I'm your brother! Do you hear me? You think The Undertaker can protect you, but he's using you. He has twisted your mind with this darkness bullshit. This ends now! Bella, get out here!"
Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the arena was plunged into darkness. "Bella won't be coming to the arena tonight. She has plans with me. As far as where she has been during the break, I'll show you one thing that your sister has done during the break," the Undertaker's voice cut through the darkness. Hunter stopped pacing, his face tightening in fear as he braced for The Undertaker to appear. The screen flickered to life, and the eerie image of a graveyard appeared as the camera focused in on two gravestones.
His parents' gravestones.
A dark figure stepped into view—it was The Undertaker, dressed in his long black robe, his eyes filled with menace. The camera panned, revealing Bella standing next to him, dressed in a hauntingly beautiful black gothic wedding gown, her face pale but serene. The setting sun cast long shadows over them, giving the scene an otherworldly feel. The crowd erupted, stunned by what they saw. Hunter's face paled, his body going rigid as he watched the screen in horror.
"What is going on? Why are you at our parents' graves?" Hunter muttered under his breath, his heart pounding in his chest.
The Undertaker's voice cut through the silence like a cold wind. "Bella made the decision to become my dark bride after what you tried to do to her. It's only fitting she wanted to have the dark ceremony at your parents' gravesite." The camera zoomed in on the gravestones again, then back to Bella and The Undertaker standing in front of a dark altar. Bella looked solemn, her blue eyes showing no fear. In her hand, she held a bouquet of black roses, their petals glimmering. Pallbearer appeared, joining them.
"Tonight Bella Helmsley accepts her fate of eternal darkness with her Lord of Darkness," Pallbearer started, "And now, before her parents' graves, I will join the Undertaker and Bella together in a dark union. You may say your vows."
"In this shadowed hour, I bind myself to you, not in light, but in darkness where our souls truly dwell. Bella, with every breath I vow to guard your soul, to walk beside you through the darkness, where most fear to tread. I swear to be your shelter, to keep you safe even when the world wishes to see you broken. I will cherish the parts of you hidden from the light, protect your scars and secrets that only I have come to know. And should fate dare to part us, may my wrath call you back, and may our bond be a chain that neither heaven nor hell can break," Undertaker spoke deep and low, keeping his eyes locked on hers.
"My Dark Lord, I give myself to you. I am yours in life, in death, and in every twisted fate that lies between. As my soul calls to you, so too will I follow you into every shadow, every unholy realm. I promise to be the strength that fuels you, to walk beside you, even in your darkest wrath. I am your curse as much as your salvation, bound to you as flesh to bone, soul to soul. I shall never be parted from you. My soul belongs to you and will always find you," Bella's voice was strong as she never broke under his powerful stare.
"Do you Bella, take the Undertaker as not only your husband but as your lord of darkness? Do you promise to be by his side forever and be the mother of his children? Do you promise to always be true to him?"
"I do," she didn't hesitate, making the Undertaker wickedly smile.
"Do you, the Undertaker, take Bella as your wife and your Queen of darkness? Do you promise to keep her safe for eternity and be true to her? Do you promise to be by her side forever?"
"I do," the Undertaker smirked, taking her hand in his.
"I now pronounce you the Lord and Queen of Darkness. You may kiss your bride."
Hunter's breath hitched as the Undertaker leaned down kissing Bella. The camera pulled back, as Bella placed the black roses on her parents graves, her hands trembling slightly as she did so.
Hunter, shaking with rage, brought the mic to his lips. "Bella, what have you done! You're not thinking straight!"
The camera zoomed in on Bella's face. She looked directly at the screen, her eyes filled with defiant emotion. "I'm sure right now you're carrying on that I'm crazy and not thinking straight. I'm doing something for me and I know that scares the hell out of you. You can't stop me. I'll do whatever I need to do, even damning my soul for all eternity to take away any power you had over me. You will never be able to put me away again to try to fix me. I'm not broken. I fully understand what I'm doing. I'm protecting myself from you," she paused looking up at the Undertaker. "There is one more thing we need to do to assure I'm completely protected. That you promised you would do if I did this dark ceremony," he smiled nodding in agreement. "I think we should do it live on Raw since by the time Hunter sees this we will be in Las Vegas too. Sorry Hunter, you couldn't be part of my dark wedding since it happened the night after Raw but you can be part of what I'm about to do now," her voice trailed off as The Undertaker wrapped his arms protectively around her as the screen went dark leaving the arena in darkness once more. The crowd murmured, unsure of what had just happened. Then, the screen flickered back to life, but this time it showed the bright lights of Las Vegas as a live feed began broadcasting as the camera panned to a wedding chapel. Pallbearer opened the door to the chapel. The audience gasped as they saw The Undertaker and Bella standing at the altar. Bella wore an elegant white wedding gown with embroidered black roses, while The Undertaker stood beside her in a black suit, his eyes filled with wicked amusement.
Hunter's face was drained of color. "Is this really happening right now?"
The officiant began speaking solemnly, "We are gathered here tonight, in the heart of Las Vegas, to witness the union of these two souls."
Hunter grabbed the ropes, his knuckles turning white. "Bella stop!"
The Undertaker's voice echoed across the arena as he spoke directly to the camera, his smirk evident even in his cold expression. "Hunter, you wanted to protect Bella, but you've failed. You will never control her again. From this moment forward, Bella is mine in every way imaginable. I made her a promise I would never let you lock her up again. There was only one way to completely protect her. As her legal husband, no one—not you, not any institution—will ever take her from me." The crowd exploded in shock, some cheering, others staring in silence at the screen. Hunter stood frozen in the ring, a mixture of rage and helplessness written across his face.
"You bastard," Hunter hissed, his voice trembling with fury. "Is this the deal you made? Marrying her? Is this what you were planning all along?"
The Undertaker chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "No, Hunter. Our deal goes far deeper than this. She hasn't made good on her part yet. But soon, she will. And when she does... you'll wish this wedding was the only thing you had to worry about."
The officiant cleared his throat and continued, "Do you, Undertaker, take Bella to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
The Undertaker's voice was deep and resolute. "I do."
"And do you, Bella, take the Undertaker to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, until death do you part?"
The camera zoomed in on Bella's face, her eyes glistening with tears for a moment. "I do," she firmly said.
Hunter's scream of frustration echoed through the arena. "Bella, no!"
"You may kiss the bride," the officiant announced.
The Undertaker leaned down, capturing Bella in a deep kiss as the lights in the chapel flickered. The screen went dark, the only thing left was Hunter, standing in the ring, completely shattered. The show ended with the unmistakable sound of The Undertaker's sinister laughter echoing through the arena, sending Hunter to his knees in disbelief.