I do not own the Teen Titans.
Seth's P.O.V.
I was just two when the world ended. Not just the world and everyone's lives but my, specific, world because that is all that you care about when you are just two years old. I had my father, Aragon, with me but not with me at the same time. My mother had died shortly after I was born and everyone tells me that he was never the same after that, I wouldn't know.
Everyone's world ended because the worst of all demons, Trigon, came to the Earth along with his eight children to destroy it. The youngest though was here in this world before all of this happened. She was a hero, and in the days that my father was good we admired her. She was the only person with demonic heritage that had managed to stay good for so long, we too had demonic heritage and wanted to be like her. Than my mother died and he turned bitter again, not bitter enough to go all evil psycho on the world but bitter enough to make those two years after she died miserable.
I don't remember a single thing before my mother died but I remember every second after. Demons are a lot like elephants, once they can actually process stuff they never forget a thing. I of course was only a quarter demon, my grandmother was some evil demon on this Earth that had my dad with some mortal. Than my dad also fell in love with a mortal, he turned good and was happy, trying every single day to stay good. That may sound like an easy thing but it physically hurts us to do good things, but he tried. Then my mom died and my world changed, not ended just changed. That was later to come.
When Trigon came he gave his youngest daughter, the earth hero, supreme ruling over the entire operation, probably because she was so powerful. She was more powerful than any full demon that I know or can think of, and she was only half.
The youngest girl pretended to join her family's side but I knew better, unfortunately the Earth did not. She, the earth hero, killed her father and saved the entire Earth by using her powerful magic, bringing back everything to the way that it was.
The Justice League killed her for it.
They went on a demon witch hunt. My father in his grief did nothing to protect us, nothing to make sure that his son, the only living thing left from his wife, would be safe. The League threw us in their jail and forced us to watch as the girl that all demons had now come to hate be tortured and killed through a screen on the wall. All the demons hated her, but I couldn't bring myself to. I regret that to this day.
Even after she brought herself back to life the Justice League still hated us and wouldn't let my cute two year old self go. This caused the youngest daughter to try and adopt me, which my father and the League refused to do. She was still persistent to make my life as likable as possible. She visited almost every week and told me to call her Aunt Raven, to the annoyance of my father and the League.
Then one day, when I around six, she brought a little girl with her. She was only two years old but she was the sweetest thing. She couldn't stop smiling and laughing throughout the entire visit and she had this wavy dark purple hair that was so easy to pull, which I did, but she never stopped smiling.
That was the last time that I played with another child for Aunt Raven never came back again. Leaving me in a locked room with several evil demons to live my life and grow up. The day that she didn't come, that, that was the day that I turned evil.