This was it� the final hour of Kane. The Excorcism match was simple. The loser would be sacrificed to the other team. The Undertaker and Kane had fought like demons possessed in this match, tearing each other apart with whatever they could find. The only way they could be disqualified was if anyone interferred on their behalf and neither would be sacrificed. Both sides wanted blood� badly. One side because of their lust for conquering the land forged by the Corperation. The other side wanting vengance for the abduction and assimilation of McMahon�s daughter.

The final moments of the match were upon them. Kane held a fire axe in his hand, ready to hack at his brother. At this point both were bloody and worn from their aggressions, the fatigue of both mind and body upon them. The Undertaker wielded a large staff with pointed edges, almost resembling a mace with the Ministry insignia on it. Kane raised the axe over his head, poised to rip his brother in two. The Undertaker lay there wounded as the seconds seems to pass like millenia. In a flash, The Undertaker saw an opening and swung with the base of his weapon to his brother�s groin. Knowing that would only stun him for a few moments, he gathered his strength and began an unmerciful onslaught on Kane. Using both sides of the staff, The Undertaker cut into Kane several times in a barrage of swings and blows, almost a blur in its ferocity. Kane�s blood blended well with his suit, making the wounds seem less severe then they were. This only prompted The Undertaker to swing harder and harder.

The Undertaker lost track of all thought. The only thing on his rage-soaked mind was making his hands likewise in his brother�s blood. A smile of utter mallace and lust crept his lips as he continued to swing again and again, the urge not only to kill, but to decimate his brother getting stronger. Harder and harder he swung taking not only blood, but small chunks of skin and costume with it� he was going to make Kane remember this day. At last, The Undertaker was weary from swinging and stepped back from the corner of which he anhilated his brother. He looked at what was left of Kane� and there wasn�t much. Kane collapsed in a pool of his own blood, barely breathing. The Undertaker looked down at Kane, pulling Kane�s bloodsoaked hair up so his blood-deafened ears could hear his final words�

�Am I my brother�s keeper?� The Undertaker chided, his grin more evil and synical by the second.

With that, he finally pinned Kane and the Ministry came down with the sacrificial table. The Acolytes and Brood helped cart the bloodied Kane to the table. Paul was all smiles, his blubberous chin wagging as he laughed high like the cackle of a crow over a dead corpse. The Corperation arrived at the top of the stairs, but only watched as Chyna attempted to run down the aisle to Kane. Visera and Mideon were there to intercept her and held her tight so she couldn�t interferre. She kicked and screamed as the Corperation looked on, not moving a muscle� almost seeming to enjoy the moment.

Kane was motionless as the rest of the Ministry pinned him to the table, The Undertaker saying rights in Latin as he chanted. Paul Bearer handed The Undertaker the sacred dagger of which he was to slay his brother. The Undertaker slowly raised the dagger as he chanted. His eyes filled with the same madness his brother had begun with long ago, only magnified tenfold. As Satan�s blood dripped from his lips and brow from the fight earlier, the dagger raised higher until it would go no further. Using all his force, he thrust the dagger downward, aiming for Kane�s tortured heart. Chyna screamed his name, trying to fight Viscera and Mideon as much as she could.

� It was then that darkness enveloped the arena. A nostalgic music aired the arena, filling the hearts of the specators behind the baracade with a dark, yet innocent peace.

((http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Garden/4663/saturn2.mid � you MUST hear this with Beatnik for the full effect. Go searching for it with your search engine, it is THE midi player.))

The music played on as a dark purple light came over the sacrifice area. Kane had mysteriously vanished with a woman standing on the table in his place. A wind cascaded through where the Corperation once stood (ran in terror) and blew as snow as black as coal wafted from the heavens. The Ministry looked up in awe at the women, dressed in a long, black and feminine coat that fluttered in the wind with her brown hair. A scarf of lavender graced her neck Long, purple and fingerless gloves were upon her hands which held an urn to her bosom entwined with a rose and a lilly at the handles. Her face was most mysterious of all. Her eyes were closed and damp with tears, but her face was tattooed in a rich and fancy purple around her eyes. It was almost Egyptian in nature with two lacey streaks of purple running down her cheeks like tears.

She finally opened her eyes to The Undertaker, him looking up at the visage with a face etched in stone. The rest of the Ministry was too stunned to do anything about the mysterious woman. As the wind blew, her boots were seen, long and at her knees, the feet covered in Kane�s blood from standing on the table. After a few moments, The Undertaker finally spoke.

�You have something, don�t you?� he asked. �You are more precious than my weak brother could ever be. Tell me your secret, and I may spare your life. I feel my very spirit in you.�

She said nothing and did nothing, but clutch the urn tighter to her bosom. She looked solumnly at The Undertaker, her eyes reflecting pain, yet the rest of her face still and emotionless.

�He ASKED you a question, missy!� Paul snapped. �I�d answer if I were you, stealing our prey!!!�

She still said nothing� but her head barely turned to Paul, her eyes still reflecting pain and complete sorrow. Her face, however, darkened with rage. Rage so deep that not even the Undertaker could look more menacing. Her face not only threatened his life, but the entire essence that composed him. At that point she was the quintessence of fury that reflected and manifested itself into Paul�s heart. Paul stepped back slowly in fear as The Undertaker came closer. His voice was as smooth as marble and his will as iron.

�I demand to know who you are.� He said quietly.

Her head slowly turned back to The Undertaker, her face still emotionless but lacking the rancor she had given Paul. Her eyes mirrored his face within them, learning every detail.

�To most of the world I am nobody of consequence.� She replied �To the WWF, I am the stars in the darkness. The fathomless depths of the universe are my power.�

�I grow weary of this,� he stated, �It is best I finish you now to make up for the blood you have cost me.�

With that The Undertaker raised the dagger swiftly.

� and the darkness enveloped the arena again.

When the lights appeared, she was gone as quickly as she came, the black snow and the wind away with her. The Undertaker�s anger was at its peak. He turned to Viscera and Mideon. They were spellbound with the woman�s presence and unknowningly loosened their grip so that Chyna could escape.

�Whatever happens and whatever you do, FIND HER,� he yelled. �Leave no stone unturned and no corridor unsearched. If you find a Corperation member, slay him. If you find her, bring her to me ALIVE!�

The Ministry departed in separate directions, searching the arena for any trace of the woman. The Corperation fled in a hurry and Chyna drove off on her own awhile ago. They would find their search unfruitful tonight� however, in the future, they would run into the mysterious woman again and again.

Chapter 2

The mysterious lady was all over the WWF broadcasts the next week. Nobody had seen Kane ever since the massacre at the Pay Per View... and not sure if they wanted to in the condition he was in. Sunday Night Heat was approaching quickly. The Corporate Ministry thought of what to do next with the mysterious woman that dared interferred with their plans. They already had the meek Stephanie in their clutches, now a maidservant to the Lord of Darkness who knows nothing of her past... and even less of her future.

Shane and the Underaker met in the seclusion of the parking lot, each with their own sect of the Corporate Ministry at their side. The Undertaker stood motionless as a statue, even more grim and fathomless than ever. Paul at his side sneered, making his face twisted and grotesque.

To be Continued...

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