Before the sun rose the morning after the 2020 Survivor Series, the Phenom arrived home to the Gates of Hell. After thirty years of dominating the wrestling ring, the Undertaker was done. Thirty years of his life was given for the entertainment of others, but he was now home, for good as far as he was concerned. Raising his arms, commanding lightning to strike the gates to open them, the Lord of Darkness sighs in peace.

The man left his gear at the door, for there was only one person he wished to see, and he needed to see her now. Yes, you read that right, HER.

The best kept secret from The WWE was that the Undertaker has a daughter. A grown woman now in her own right. She was conceived in a one night stand, just as the wrestler's career took off. The girl's mother never intended to tell the Undertaker about his daughter, but as the infant grew into toddlerhood, the girl began showing some of the same supernatural powers that her father and uncle possess. The next time the Phenom was in town for an event, the woman bought backstage passes. She knew that she couldn't hide the man's daughter from her anymore, and as much as she loves that beautiful little girl, she couldn't do it alone. Not with the powers the little girl possesses.

The Undertaker recognized the woman instantly, and accepted the invitation for a few drinks at a local bar after the show. As upset as the man was at the fact that his child was hidden from him for 3 years at this point, he appreciated the woman did it so he could succeed in his new career. After learning that the girl had his powers, there was no doubt in his mind that he was her daddy. He offered to take the girl, raise her and teach her how to control her powers, but most of all, he wanted a family again. He'd been alone with Paul Bearer for so many years now, and he needed the comfort of his own flesh and blood beside him again. The girl's mother died of cancer shortly after he began caring for his daughter, so for three years, it was just this little girl and her daddy.

That is, until Paul Bearer revealed that his brother, Kane, survived the fire when he was a kid. The revelation that Kane had survived the fire, filled the Deadman with so much emotion that he simply couldn't process it all. Anger and resentment at Paul for keeping his brother hidden from him for over 20 years, hope and excitement to reconnect with his brother, and elation that his brother had survived and he had a bigger family than he knew. But Paul twisted and poisoned his brother's mind to the point of Kane hating and resenting him. When the Undertaker had to go to his matches, he'd leave some of the Imps of Hell to care for his precious daughter, but once Kane had come back into the picture, he had to employ stronger Demons for his daughter's safety. Who was to say that Kane wouldn't find out about her and use her against him? The Phenom wouldn't take that chance. He counted it a blessing that Paul didn't know of her existence. No one in the World Wrestling Federation knew his little Angel of Darkness existed. He'd keep it that way.

Wrestlemania XIV passed, as did the Inferno Match with his brother, and of course the historic Hell In A Cell match with Mankind. When the Undertaker had come home to recharge, and emotionally prepare for his Wrestlemania match against his brother, he decided that it was time to tell his daughter that she has an uncle. Though her uncle was very angry at her daddy, he hoped they could come together as a family and introduce them to each other. He smirks at the memory of her telling him to kick uncle's butt.

After the match with Mankind, he and his brother gained a common enemy in Stone Cold Steve Austin. Remember the saying, 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.'? Nothing could be more true in the case of Austin. The brother's shared rivalry toward the Texas Rattlesnake forged an alliance between them. As much as the Undertaker did respect Austin, he wanted to bring that belt home. Home to make his daughter proud.

He finally got to spend time getting to know his long lost (to him) brother! Paul was around less and less, luckily, so Kane used that damned voice box machine to talk with him. Undertaker desperately wanted to hear his brother's real voice. Vince was convinced that Kane was so deprived of normalcy that he'd never tasted alcohol. That wasn't exactly true. Although Kane doesn't drink as much as himself, little brother would drink a little with him. He's never seen Kane in a drunken stupor, but alcohol HAS touched his brother's lips.

One night before SummerSlam 1998, Undertaker brought his brother into his hotel room, and poured out two shots of whiskey. "Kane, I know you don't trust me, yet, but there is something I want to tell you. But before I do, take a shot with me." He hands a shot glass to his brother, and holds up his own. "To a newfound family bond. To being brothers once more." They clanked the glasses together, Kane lifts his mask up just enough to take the shot, and they throw back their heads in unison. Big brother sighed and motioned to the ensuite couch. "Have a seat, Little Brother. I have some possibly shocking information to tell you, but before I do, I need you to promise that you will not breathe a word of what I am about to tell you to anyone, not even that worm, Paul Bearer."

Kane visibly straightens and nods his head in understanding. This was the first he'd seen his big brother truly nervous in his presence. Face to face in the ring, his big brother is steadfast, unwavering. Kane respected his brother in the ring, but now outside the ring, he was seeing the brother he knew before that fateful night of May 19th. He held his hand out and brought the voice box machine to his throat, reciting the words they'd say as children when making promises. "To the grave."

Undertaker lifts his head in acknowledgement of words he hadn't heard in over twenty years and shakes his brother's massive hand. "To the grave."

The elder of the two crossed his arms and paced the room. "Kane, I don't know how exactly to tell you this, so I'm just going to say it. I have a daughter. She's now 7 years old, and all I had until you came back." The deadman stops before his brother and stares him down. "Do you understand what I'm telling you, Kane? You have a niece. You are an Uncle. I need you to agree that no matter where our relationship takes us in the squared circle, I need you to agree that you will NEVER target my daughter. I'm all she has. Her mother died after I began to raise her. Can I trust you to NOT harm her, but will you help me protect her? She is of our blood, Brother. What say you?"

Kane lowered his head, digesting the information his older brother revealed to him. He's an uncle! The younger of the two raises eyes to lock with the Phenom, bringing the voice box up. "No harm to her. Protect. Meet her?" The Deadman noticed that it takes a great deal of effort for his brother to use the voicebox, unsure if it was due to damage of his vocal cords or if it was more of a security blanket for him around others.

"You want to meet my daughter?" At Kane's responding nod, Undertaker placed his hands on his hips, and looked down in deep thought. Could he trust his brother? McMahon wanted to meet with the both of them before SummerSlam to talk about an added opportunity. He'd have to go check on her soon and didn't trust McMahon. At this point in time, he had to take the chance to trust his brother. "Alright, I have to go home to check on her soon. You can come meet her, but remember she's a child and you are NOT to harm her. Or I will kill you where you stand. Get me?"

Kane nods to his brother's terms. "Child. Precious. No hurt."

"Yeah, she is the most precious thing in this mortal realm to me. Hopefully in time, she'll be as cherished to you. Family is all we have, Kane. I've missed you all these years, but I hate that I was never given the chance to rebuild the trust in me that you had. To fix what I broke." Kane tilts his head to the side. "Did you know that I thought you were dead? That Paul hid you from me all those years?"

"He said you knew. I lived. I thought. You hated me." Kane stands, gritting out the words to his brother.

"When he told me that Mother and Father were dead, he told me that your little body had burned straight to ash, there was nothing left, no need for even a headstone. That fire got out of control so quickly, I panicked. Paul told me that you were dead, but he hid you from me for over twenty years. If I had known you were alive, I would have taken care of you. I've never hated you, Little Brother. After the meeting in the morning, we'll go to my… no, our home… just inside the Gates to Hell." The Undertaker threw an arm around his brother. "Would you like that?"

Kane nods. "Niece… Her name?"

"You want to know more about her?" Again, the Big Red Monster nods to his older brother. "Her name is Persephone. Beautiful, brown hair like Mother's. My sharp, green eyes. Your round face and chubby cheeks. Her smile, man… Her smile makes all of the mess from the last two years worth enduring. She makes all of the bull shit in that ring worth enduring. She has powers like ours, too. Not only can she cause lightning to strike, fires to blaze, and control electricity, like you and I can, but she can tame and command any beast of darkness. Hell hounds, vampires, werewolves, bats, vultures, any creature of the supernatural world you can think of. I've never seen anything like it. Plus, she's got both of our sadistic sides. She loves being torturous, she finds it fulfilling. I think she can help you heal. To learn what love is, true familial love. What do you think? Do you still want to meet my daughter?"

"Family… Always… Wanted family."

The Undertaker shakes his head of the memory. So many years have passed, so much he'd endured to keep his precious daughter hidden from the WWE Universe, but now he can hear the yells and sounds of his brother and daughter in the training arena of his home. Persephone began training in 2001, in the middle of his American Badass days. She was about ten years old when she started watching him train. She was hiding behind one of his punching bags, and as much as he tried that day to ignore her, he couldn't. Kane was in the locker room changing clothes.

His little girl worked her magic on her uncle, just like he thought she would. Uncle Kane doesn't wear his mask in the privacy of their home anymore, but wears it when he works events or runs errands. She got him to stop using the voice box. Everyone in the WWF thought it was that toothpick, X-Pac, who got Kane to use his voice. In the ring, yes, but a while before that, Persephone was the one who got her uncle to quit using it. Who would have thought the Child of Darkness could have the Devil's Favorite Demon wrapped around her pinky? Well, he had a feeling his brother would be as bad, if not, worse, at spoiling his daughter.

As the Undertaker inches closer to the arena, he can hear her grunts of effort. Punching and kicking the punching bag, he could feel the displacement of air with every swing and spin. She trained as hard as his brother and himself. She enjoyed it. She revelled in the violence. Nothing about his little girl could make him prouder. He knew Kane felt the same.

As quietly as he could, he opens the door to the big training room and leans against it. It had state of the art weight lifting machines, a regulation ring, gymnastic balance beams, and the like; and boxing equipment. Thirty years of his life had been spent as the most dominating force of sports entertainment is what paid for all of this. He didn't have the type of bills that most of his colleagues had, so he was always expanding his family's training arena. Last time he was home, Persephone had requested a sauna and dance studio put in. The sauna he could understand the benefits of, but for the life of him, he didn't know why she would want a dance studio. In all honesty, he had hoped it was a phase of interest for her.

Suddenly, she twirls around and faces her father. "Daddy! You're home!" She sprints into his awaiting arms and they embrace. "Are you home for good now?" She asks as he sets his petite daughter on her feet. She may take after him in the looks department, but her height was all from her mother. Compared to his 6'8" frame, her 5'4" makes her look like a child, then add his brother's size of 6'10", she ain't got a prayer in a real fight against one of them. But don't count her completely out of a fight, she can hold her own against a couple opponents.

"I promised you, didn't I, Baby Girl? I'm content with being fully retired now. I've missed so much with you, and I'm sorry for that, but I'm home now. So, what did the punching bag do to deserve the beating you were giving it?" The Deadman took his daughter's chin with his fingers, smirking playfully. If anyone in the (now) WWE saw him as laid back as he is now that he's home, they'd all shit themselves. He made it a point to be himself for his daughter. At home, he went by Mark. At home, Kane was still Kane, but not as intense as in the ring. She knew the differences, she watched every one of their matches.

"It looked at me funny. I had to kick its ass." The now twenty-nine year old daughter of the Phenom quips back. Her father threw his head back and laughed. She had quite the sense of humor and her uncle's comedic timing. She beams at him, she prides herself on her ability to make both her father and uncle forget their aches and pains from their matches. Her father's body had taken so much more damage than her uncle's did, but she would never complain when she'd have to nurse them back to health, though, more times than she'd care to admit, she's had to call upon some of her 'pets' to force them to lay in bed and heal properly before allowing them to resume training.

Mark looks around the arena. "Where's your uncle? You know you aren't supposed to train alone. What if you had broken your hand punching that bag that hard?" It was never difficult for him to go from being the heel of entertainment to Daddy when he walked through those gates.

"Uncle Kane only said he had some business topside to take care of, but that was last night as soon as Survivor Series ended. We both got so emotional when you exited the ring for the final time." Persephone walked forward and wrapped her arms around her father. "I'm so proud of you, Daddy. You've fought for long and given McMahon so much of you, but now, you have more than earned your retirement."

The father returned her embrace. "It's so good to be home. I've travelled all night to be home and with you. I'm going to go take a nap. Tell your uncle to come see me when he gets home." He bends down and kisses her forehead. "Take it easy on the training, will ya? I missed you, Baby Girl, so much." The Deadman turned to walk to his room, looking around. Yeah, he could get used to being home, for good.

"I'm done training for now, Daddy. I'm going to shower up and make you my 'Welcome home, Daddy' breakfast. I'll wake you when it's all ready. I missed you more." Persephone runs up to join her father in his walk through their home. She smirks up at her father. "I'd like to talk to you later after you've rested and Uncle Kane is home about something I've been thinking about." She says nervously.

Now in the last twenty-five years of his daughter's life, Mark had only seen his daughter nervous a handful of times, the last was when she finally got the courage to ask him to train her while he was home. That was years ago. The Phenom looked down at his daughter with a raised eyebrow, but didn't say anything, because he knew that his daughter was like his brother. Once she had her mind set on something, she went for it. She never backs down from anything her heart and mind wanted.

About an hour later, the Big Red Machine comes home, grumbling in annoyance. Inhaling deeply, Kane could smell all sorts of breakfast food being cooked. The big man removes his mask and lumbers toward the kitchen. This was Persephone's tradition. Whenever his big brother and him were called by McMahon for an event, which were only Pay-Per-Views now, his beautiful niece would greet them with her smile and a huge breakfast that they would eat until they couldn't breathe. Big brother was home for good. Too bad he was summoned for the next Royal Rumble in two months. Damn that man.

Reaching the kitchen, Kane stays in the threshold of the doorway and watches his niece. She always plays music while she cooks. Oddly enough, it was one of his earlier theme songs. Fitting for him just coming home. She dances and twirls around the room, flipping pancakes, checking the hash brown casserole, mixing eggs and more for the quiches. She may share the family's supernatural powers, but her talents in the kitchen, she'd put any famous chef to shame. Kane sadistically smiles as he watches her. Oh, he knew what she wanted to inform his brother about, and he knew there'd be Hell for him to pay for supporting her in the decision, but she made many fair points when she'd talk to him about it. She is an adult, as much as he HATES to admit that, she is. Even now with her dancing and cooking, he still sees the little girl who taught him to love.

She is precious to him. Truly, the ONLY thing he loves in this world. Jim Ross had always said that he'd walk through fire and brimstone for a fight, and while that was true, the only person he'd die for and willingly be burned for was her. There is nothing he wouldn't take on to protect her, but she was an adult and has never left the safety of their home. He watches her with his good eye, knowing that if his brother gives her his blessing for what she wants to do, he would be going with her while she was gone. There were too many who would want to use her, or lust for her. She had grown into one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen, and he's seen them all.

"Welcome home, Uncle. Daddy's taking a nap and wants to talk to you, but would you mind waiting to wake him until breakfast is ready?" Persephone calls through his musings.

"Of course, Angel. Smells like perfection, as usual. You realize you spoil your father and I with your wonderful cooking. We always have to up our training so we don't get fat. Any ideas of what he wants to discuss with me?" The Devil's Favorite Demon walks up and hugs his niece from behind playfully, kissing the top of her head. He planned to talk with his brother after she told him what she wanted, but can't think of any reason why he wanted to talk to him.

"He didn't say, but breakfast is almost ready. Would you please set the table before you wake Daddy?" She hands him plates, not exactly giving him a choice. He nods as he sets out to complete his tasks.

After setting the table to his niece's standards, Kane marches up the stairs to his brother's room. Knocking three times, he opens the door. "Big brother? Time to wake up and feast. Persephone made a true breakfast feast for your homecoming." He slowly walks in. He's been punched one too many times waking his brother. The Deadman may pull his punches a bit in the ring for him, but from sleep, they are full force. Probably the reason why his niece sent him. She's gotten hit a few times, too, but she's learned to block well enough. Plus, his brother bends backwards with guilt at hurting his daughter.

While she is adored by them both, they each have their own special nicknames for her. His brother calls her, 'Baby Girl,' for obvious reasons. And he calls her, 'Angel,' because she is his little Angel of Darkness. She healed so many of his wounds, mentally speaking. She taught him to not be the monster the WWE Universe has forced him to be for so long. She taught him how to be playful, to smile with true joy. Yes, he is sadistic and loves to torture those around him, but not as extreme as his career makes him be. His angel taught him balance. She saved him. Plain and simple. He'd protect her until his final breath.

"I've been awake for a while now. I can smell everything she's making. You realize we ain't gonna die in battle, but from her cooking us for getting too fat. Where'd you go?" Mark brushes and braids his hair. He's wearing jeans and a black tank top. His American Badass days were the closest to the real him the fans ever got to see.

"You know how McMahon is. He summoned me to tell me I'll be in my 20th Royal Rumble in two months. He always does this. You just got home and I have to leave for a while. Really wish he'd quit doing that. I'd like time with my brother, too, once in a while." Kane crosses his arms. Sometimes, just sometimes, he really wishes he could hurt his boss. That man is always with his own family, but the family of destruction never gets the time to be a family of three. Always a family of two, with interchangeable father figures. He'd hoped that now that his big brother had officially retired, they could have time together. Apparently, that was too much to ask for.

"You've GOT to be kidding me! Are you finally allowed to win this time? You've paid your dues a long ass time ago. You've MORE than EARNED the right to win the Royal Rumble. That man may have given us our careers and the ability to take care of my daughter, but Vince has USED us to quench his thirst for money and power for FAR too long." Lightning strikes outside the windows. The Undertaker is more than irate. He was sick and tired of being Vincent Kennedy McMahon's puppet. He knew his brother was, too, but he still had a few years left in his contract. After taking a calming breath, he looks to his younger brother. "Any idea what Persephone wants to talk to me about, Little Brother?"

"I know what she wants to tell you, but it's her objective, so she's going to be the one to tell you. Though, I will advise you to keep an open mind and hear her out completely. What did you want to talk to me about?" He turns to go into the hall, knowing that if they took any longer, his niece would yell at them for letting the food get cold. And she'd make them eat it that way. She's done it before. It's her favorite way to punish the two men.

"Well, I was going to ask you if we should take a family trip now that I was done with wrestling, but since you've been called in, we can't show Persephone the world. I thought if we were both with her, we could both keep her safe. I don't want to take her topside with only one of us with her. She's too beautiful now and I don't think just one of us could protect her from men." Mark exits his room, younger brother behind him. They walk side by side, much like they always did as the most dominating tag team in WWE history, but this time they make to feast on the next generation's culinary skills.

"It's about time you came down. Hurry and eat before it all gets completely cold." Persephone jokes as they enter the dining room. The Phenom looks at the spread before them and smiles at his little girl. Sure, she may be close to thirty years of age, but no matter how old she'd get, he will only see that little squirt of a toddler she was when he met her and easily feel so in love with her, knowing she was truly his daughter as he looked into those big, green eyes. He never questioned it.

The brothers look at each other before bolting to their seats like giant children they are. Persephone shakes her head and rolls her eyes at the two men in her life. Sometimes, she wondered if she was the only adult in the house, and if all men were like her father and uncle behind closed doors. She crosses her arms when they turn and smile at her. "Well, eat up, boys."

Both men didn't need telling twice. They dug into their food, each had a quiche to themselves, short stacks of four pancakes each, and mounds of helpings of the rest of the delicious meal. "Baby Girl, you've out done yourself. All this because I'm home?" The Undertaker asks his daughter between mouthfuls.

"Well, it's the end of an era for you, Daddy. I wanted to make this breakfast just a little extra special." The elfin princess informs him. She turns to her uncle, who nods at her, silently telling her that he's enjoying her cooking. The pair of them stare at each other, wordlessly communicating with each other. He winks his unseeing eye at her and nods.

Persephone takes a deep breath. "Daddy, there's something I'd like to discuss with you about." Gaining her father's attention, she looks to her uncle. They both knew her father was not going to like what she wanted to do, especially now that he'd be home for a while.

"Angel, just tell him. Lay all the cards out on the table." Kane encourages his niece.

The Phenom glances back and forth between the two most important people in his life. Finally, he settles his gaze on his daughter. "Persephone, talk to me. I haven't seen you this apprehensive since meeting Kane." Said brother smiles softly at the memory of meeting his little angel. "I already promised your uncle that I'd hear you completely out and have an open mind. Lay it on me, Baby Girl."

The petite princess of darkness looks back at her uncle, and sees his smile and nods. "So, ya know how I'm not supposed to answer the phone when you and Uncle Kane are out of the house?"

"Yes…" The Deadman got an uneasy feeling about where this was headed. He told her never to answer the phone, because he knew it'd be the McMahons calling for one of the brothers to come make an appearance and he never intended on Vince McMahon and his daughter Stephanie to use his daughter like they used Kane and himself.

"Well, about two weeks ago, it just wouldn't stop ringing, and was giving me a headache. So, I answered it. A man with a gruff voice demanded to talk to Uncle Kane, but I told him that Uncle wasn't home. Then the man demanded to know who I was. I proudly stated that I was the daughter of the Undertaker. He asked me how old I was. I simply told him I was an adult. He wants to meet with me and see if I am anything like you." She pauses to look back at her uncle before continuing. "That's where Uncle Kane was last night. He was talking to Mr. McMahon about the conditions of my contract and to tell him about my… abilities. Daddy, I could carry on your legacy and you could finally enjoy some time off. I'm going to be the next WWE Superstar."

"Why would you want to do that when you've SEEN both your uncle and I so beat up after these matches? I didn't know YOU after my WrestleMania match against Brock! Why, Baby Girl?"

"Because I know if that Bastard calls for you again, I may not get my Daddy back in one piece! I accepted the contract to protect what I have left of my Daddy! I don't know how many more chances I will get to have all of your mentality. After your streak ended, I was so scared that I'd never get YOU back. I told Vince that I'd carry your legacy as long as you didn't have to fight anymore. He's had you long enough, I want my father home where he belongs. I'd wrestle for you to have a chance to enjoy your retirement."

"How can I enjoy my retirement when the WHOLE reason I retired was so I could spend time with you? Why would you sell your life like that?" The Phenom argues back, before turning on his younger brother. "Little brother, you BETTER tell me the ONLY thing that will make me even a little bit calmer!" Lightning flashes outside, thunder rattling the house.

"I don't want you to DIE, DADDY!" Persephone screams out, making the Undertaker look at her. "Daddy, I can feel it. Sooner or later, your body is going to give out, and at this rate, it'll be in the middle of a match. I can't allow you to take another bump."

"When I went to see Vince last night, I adjusted my contract to put me back on the roster full-time. On the same touring schedule as Persephone. She won't be alone. You know I'd die protecting her. Let her try, Big Brother. She can do it. We have hidden her long enough. The world has seen the Brothers of Destruction, but let them have a taste of what the Princess of Darkness can do. We know she'd dominate those poor excuses for Divas. Come on, Big Brother. You've wanted their souls since Tori played me for a fool."

The Undertaker smirked at that prospect. Yes, his darling daughter could easily dominate those females in the ring. "Alright, I'll support you if this is really what you want. Kane, you will accompany her to the ring at EVERY event. No excuses."

Uncle walks to stand behind his niece, nodding to reassure his older brother. He intended to do that anyway. He looks down and locks eyes with his treasured angel. "So, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to show the world why the phrase is: Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned. The WWE kept my Daddy away from me most of my life. It's time to let the Hellfire Burn!" The princess laughs sadistically. Smirking, thinking how she intended to make the entire WWE Universe PAY for all the damages to her father, and then some. Kane and Undertaker laugh with the next generation of their family legacy.


Howdy! I'm finally venturing outside of DBZ fanfiction. This idea of how I'd like to see Mark "The Undertaker" Calaway's sports entertainment legacy to be continued, respectfully. Though, I'll admit, Kane's my dude. I think the reason why Kane is so many people's favorite wrestling character is because everyone wishes they could rampage like he can.

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