The Lord of Fire, and his brother, the Lord of Darkness, were fighting
again. What was the argument about? A woman. But, not just any woman. A woman with physical traits like the Lord of Fire;
blue eyes, reddish-brown hair and a muscular body, but she had the black heart of the Lord of Darkness.
Were they both in love with her? No. The Lord of Darkness, the Undertaker, wanted to add a female warrior to his army.
Someone who could seduce their enemy into a trap. The Lord of Fire, Kane, was in love with her, and wanted her for his bride.
What neither of them knew was that she was a witch as well, and was well aware of their quarreling. She watched as Undertaker
raised his arms to make the area dark, so he could attack, and Kane raised his to create a fireball. She had frozen Kane's
hands, and made Undertaker hug his brother. She giggled at the sight of it.
"What the hell are you doing," Kane asked Undertaker. "Since when do you make ice instead of fire," he countered. "Touche'.
You can let go of me, now." "No, I can't. I can't move."
"Boys, boys, boys..." they heard her seductive voice. "There's no need to fight. If there's going to be a battle, I'd like
to be the warrior you seek, Undertaker. But, in the dead of night, I'd love to be by Kane's side."
Soon after, the warrior, Natasha, and Kane were married. They lived together happily, spending almost every waking moment
together. Kane had even supervised her battle training. But soon, Undertaker began some secret training with her, and he would
not allow Kane to watch.
What type of training? The seduction part. Undertaker knew Kane would become furiously jealous. That is why Kane was barred
from watching. But something happened that none of the three expected. Undertaker fell in love with Natasha, as did she with
him.
One day, Kane finally grew tired of the secrecy. He went to the room they were training in. When he opened the door, he
witnessed his brother making love to his wife. Natasha lay on the bed, looking like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights.
Undertaker lay on top of her, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Kane became so furious, one could see flames in his eyes.
As Kane became consumed by his anger, the sheets sparked, then burst into flames. Undertaker was lucky enough to be able
to leave the bed without getting burnt. Natasha on the other hand, was not so lucky. She let out a terrible scream as the
fire singed her hair, and broiled her flesh.
"What the hell!?" "If she will not be mine alone, she will not be anyone's." He smiled at her burning form, then looked
at his brother. He opened his arms. "No hard feelings, my brother." He pushed his arms down fast, and Undertaker burst into
flames.
The moral of this story; don't fuck with the Lord of Fire. You may get burned.
