Unholy Union

Chapter 11: Shane's Revenge

Shout out to my girl PsychoDiva for the idea of this chapter. She suggested it to me and I thank her for it. :)

June 2, 1999- evening

Stephanie's POV
"I'm tired baby," I said. "I am too. Shall we go to bed?" Mark asked. "Yes we shall," I replied. "Well, there is something I'd like to do first..." said Mark. "What might that be?" I asked. Mark didn't answer; he pulled me into him and gently lifted my head with one hand. Mark's lips then pressed against mine. I let out a slight groan as he did this. But before we could really get into the kiss, we heard a loud banging noise on the front door. Mark stood in front of me, guarding me as he opened the door.

"Shane! I should've known!" I said as I saw Shane fighting against the Brood, who were trying to keep him from attacking me. "I don't care to know how you got here either! State your business here in our realm, infidel!" Mark shouted. "Father taught me how to travel here before you killed him, Undertaker. I've come to end your royal line!" said Shane as he somehow managed to break free. I was shocked by that because the Brood were collectively stronger than Mark and I put together. I threw a fireball at Shane, burning him; he barely flinched, so I threw more in rapid succession. This further injured him, but he charged at me and we exchanged kicks and punches. Shane landed one good kick to my stomach and I doubled over in pain. He punched me a few more times before Viscera, Mark, and Mideon were able to grab him. "Let me go, you bastards!" Shane screamed as he struggled against their hold on him. I managed to get back up and walk over to Shane. With blood running down my face, I began to speak, but in a deeper, more demonic tone.

"You have attempted to murder the Queen of Darkness and her unborn heir to the throne of the dark realm; it is a crime punishable by death and the destruction of the offender's soul," I said. I grabbed Shane's throat and said, "You were never a brother to me! Now, you will never again see the light of day!" I screamed. I tightened my grip around his throat even more while Mark and the rest of the Ministry looked on with amazement at the power I had learned. My veins turned purple and my eyes turned black. I teleported to the backyard while still maintaining my hold on Shane. My eyes still black and veins still purple, I raised my free hand and Mark's symbol appeared (on fire). I threw Shane's body down with my other hand, killing him. As his body was consumed by the flames, I chanted a spell that Mark taught me and opened up both my hands, raising them.

"All that you are ends here. You will never rise again. Not even your soul survives the severity of your crimes. You will fade away from existence, so that not even the Devil himself will want to torture you, infidel!"

I saw the wispy, grotesque figure of Shane's tortured, condemned soul rise from the flames. I brought my hands back down (like how Kane makes flames appear); Shane's soul burned and smoldered, finally dissipating. With a wave of my one hand, the flaming symbol and ashes of Shane's body disappeared. My body then returned to normal and I went back inside; locking the door behind me. The Ministry returned to their quarters inside the mansion. I laid back down on the couch, still in pain. "Are you ok, Stephanie?" Mark asked. "I think I'm ok. Shane put up a good fight; he kicked me in the stomach. I just hope he didn't hurt the baby," I said. Mark laid his hand on my stomach, closing his eyes. He felt the baby moving inside my stomach and felt for any type of abnormalities on it. "Stephanie, I can feel our child's heartbeat. He is not injured and doesn't need a healing spell, thank goodness. If Shane had done any more damage, then our child would be seriously injured," Mark said as he opened his eyes back up; he bent down and planted a kiss on my stomach. I hugged Mark tight and we went upstairs to bed, happy that no one would be bothering us ever again...

~~THE END~~