No one in the next three week's on Raw had seen Donte the whole day. From what was said, he was needed for many things that he needed to come in early. All that was said was that it was a makeup day for Donte.

The show had already started, as it was in the middle of it's showing. The Fiend, in a simple squash match, was kneeled down in the ring after defeating No Way Jose. The lights were dimmed down on him and him only. 

"...Yoohoo...Wyatt...hehehehehe..." The Fiend lowered his arms, as he looked up to the titantron. On the screen, was a man, who looked to be AKX, but...he was...different. Clothing and all, he wasn't the same man from three weeks prior.

(Face paint, not a mask. Eye coloring: Eye surrounded by black is white with a black pupil, eye surrounded by red is black with a white pupil. Also add small blood droplets on the black side of the mask.)

(Sleeves are cut at the wrist so he can still use his arms. During entrances, it will be a full straight jacket that he will tear at to get free.)

^^^All clothing being worn.

Hanging around his neck, was a mask, similar to that of Bane's from the Batman: The Dark Knight Rises movie. It was grey in color with white tubes connected to it, with a black strap around the neck.

The man held a painfully wide smile on his face, as he waved to the camera, looking as happy as could be. 

"You remember this place...don't you?" He asked, his smile turning into a frown at the end of his sentence. "It's your old home...the same...that was burned...to the ground. All that's here now, are the burn ashes of what laid before." He said, growing into an uncontrolled laughter, before instantly stopping and staring down the camera.

Y'know, he was right...we are the same, it's only that...my disorder...is real." He turned away from the camera, placing his hand against a tree. "You see...this thing I've become...it's not just some fancy little gimmick, no. It's real life for me, and you...you don't know what that's like, do you? Having to feel your personality switch from one thing to another!" The man said, as his facial expressions and attitude continued to change through his whole speech. One minute, it was somber, the next angry, the next depressing, and finally enraged. At the end, he even punched at the tree.

The man looked dead into the camera with his wicked smile returned. 

"Wyatt...you awoke him- no, us. You've woken us from our slumber, our deep sleep. That, my friend..." He suddenly broke into laughter, before turning serious once again. "...is unacceptable. I'm...not the nicest person, no, but...the other one, hehehehe...he's not the nicest person. He won't care how long you scream, or how long you bleed out, he'll keep going, on and on and on! Oh! I believe he's there now, have fun Wyatt! Have a safe trip to the Underworld!"

The man waved at the camera with a wide, happy smile.

"Remember the name...Fiend...meet my demons...now, let. me. in." The man said with a laugh, mocking the phrase said by Bray. "...KillJoy..."

As the name was said, the crowd began to cheer, as the screen faded to black, not without showing a fire starting behind the man known as KillJoy.

The Fiend stared at the screen shaking his head with his hands on the sides of his face. He, however, did not notice a knife being stabbed through the ring. Many fans noticed it though, as they began to cheer. It ripped through, before a hand came into sight. Slowly, a head appeared, only showing the eye's, before it came fully into sight.

(Eye's are both fully black with white pupils. What's happening with the hair is happening with A, just remember the shaved right side.)

The Fiend was still yelling at the Titantron as the man slowly rose out from the hole he produced.

"Holy- what the hell is that!?" Corey yelled in confusion seeing the being raising onto the mat.

(Eye is black, slit is white, the scaling around it is grey in color, leave the cracks and black spots as they are. Chest and stomach are painted with the same cracks and black spot)

"I don't know! Whatever it is, it's staring down The Fiend!" Cole stated, as the figure silently stood behind The Fiend. The crowd was cheering for Fiend to turn around, which he slowly did. Once he saw the man behind him, he stared him back down. 

The two stayed this way, before the figure wrapped his hand around The Fiend's throat. The Fiend clawed to try and get out, but the figure brought him up in mid air. He held in there for a few seconds to the cheers of the fans, before dropping him with a chokeslam.

The crowd cheered as the figure stared down The Fiend, before flipping his hair back, looking around at the crowd with a straight face. 

"Ladies and Gentleman, whoever this man is, he may be more dangerous than even The Fiend." Cole said with a scared tone in his voice.

"That isn't a man, it's a monster!" Corey exclaimed, as the man put his hand around The Fiends throat again. He raised him up, before slamming him down with another chokeslame.

The crowd easily knew who this was, as he was shown before in the Indies...

'ArchAngel! ArchAngel! ArchAngel!'

They chanted his name, as he used his thumb to act like he was cutting his throat(like Chris Benoit)

He reached down and picked up The Fiend, before placing his head under his arm which wrapped around the head, before hitting his finishing manuever...the Demon's Gate.

https://youtu.be/GkgGQ2HE16Y

(I know in real life they banned it, for what reason I don't know, but this is a story, so F it)

ArchAngel stayed proned next to The Fiend's unmoved body, staring him down, before sitting criss cross next to him, before his theme slowly played throughout the arena.

https://youtu.be/4cSZ3Vsugso

(Yes, it's Aleister's theme, but it fits too well for ArchAngel, besides, Aleister won't really be shown in this story, so nothing to worry about)

The lights went black, as a single blue faded light focused on ArchAngel, who stared straight at the camera with a near dead looking face, no sigh of emotion on his face, as Raw slowly went to commercial