Disclaimer: I do not own The Teen Titans, Trigon, Or any character in this story except for the nameless demon that this particualr chapter is about.
A/N: This chapter dosn't really have much to do with the Teen Titans, It mainly explains the past of my (currently nameless) original character, and why exactly he wants to kill Raven.
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My village was in danger. Reports of the barbarians' advances was a daily occurrence. Town after town, fort after fort fell before them. The local priests told us to pray to god for protection. But that obviously wasn't working. I took it upon myself to save my village and end the senseless bloodshed. Late one night I snuck into the forbidden libraries of the church. There I found a large tome, the cover had no words, just a large symbol. It resembled an S with a dot to either side. The book described a ritual one could perform to be granted any desire. I took the book and performed this ritual in my basement. It worked…kind of.
A large vortex opened in front of me. Four red eyes appeared in the center of this vortex and in a deep booming voice said "Why have you disturbed me puny mortal?" My courage left me, and I felt cold. The four eyes continued to stare piercing my very soul. After a long period of silence I mustered enough courage to finally answer. "My village is in terrible danger, marauders are fast approaching and…" before I could finish the voice interrupted me with "and you wish me to save your village?" I nodded. "And what is it worth to you?" The voice asked. "Anything, just please save my village!" I pleaded. "Very well, your village will be spared, but your eternal soul now belongs to me." Before I could object the vortex vanished, leaving me feeling lightheaded and ill.
Upon further reading I had learned what I had done. This four eyed demon was named Trigon. He was the ruler of hell. He stole the souls of innocents, like myself, with bad bargains. Rarely did he ever live up to his side. Sure my village may be spared by the barbarians, but that doesn't mean it won't be destroyed by an enemy army marching through the area, or in a terrible storm. I felt so stupid, how could I do such a thing. And what would be waiting for me when I did die?
A week later I was killed when my pack mule got spooked and kicked me in the head on the way to the market. Now I suffer constant agony. Yes, my deal had saved my village from the barbarians, but doomed me to hell. I am trapped in a dark labyrinth, and hunted by ferocious beasts. I cannot accurately describe them because of the constant dark, but I can say they are big, fast, and very powerful. I am plagued by constant hunger, but when I find what little food is in the labyrinth it turns to smoldering ash as soon as I touch it. The beasts have killed me countless times. It seems that no matter where I go, I am tripping over my own mangled corpses or slipping on my own intestines. Sliding against an unseen wall I press forward. I will find the way out. It will take more than this to break me! …
After what seems like an eternity I have begun to notice changes in myself. I'm faster than I was before, I can actually get away from the beasts now. I also seemed to have developed a limited control of the dark energy that surrounds me. On more than one occasion I have formed a shield out of it that saved me from yet another gory death. I also seem to have developed the ability to sense things, I can't see in this darkness, nor can I hear anything beyond my own breathing and heart-beat, and yet, I know where the walls are. I know when there is another corridor, or when there is a rock that I my trip over. But most importantly I know when the beasts are near. What is it about this place that is changing me? And what will I become? …
My new abilities have allowed me to explore my prison, I am now able to venture far deeper into the winding passages, and deeper into the darkness. Every now and then I come across pillars of light that extend down from an unseen source. The lights promise warmth and safety, but I have learned one thing during my time here, there is no such thing as safe. I have yet to venture into one of the lights, but one of the creatures have. I was right, no sooner than it entered the light was it ripped apart by some unseen force. What other traps await me I wonder. …
It's cold, so…very…cold. Every breath I take stings as my lungs threaten to freeze. I'm shivering so badly I can barely walk. I clutch my arms against my chest tightly but still they are numb. I must press forward, there is a way out, there has to be. …
So hot…How can such heat exist in total darkness? My skin feels as though it is melting off. My feet stick to the hot stone ground I walk on. I think I actually prefer the cold. …
Claws? Since when do I have claws? I noticed them when I scratched at a festering wound on my back. It hurt so much I couldn't help but scream. I grope at my hands attempting to get some idea of the lethality of my claws. They seem to be growing where my normal nails were, though much harder, and much, much sharper. They are about as long as my thumb is wide. They could be very deadly if I used them right. Or they could just inflict immense pain. I sit down to feel my feet. As soon as my butt hits the floor pain shoots up my spine. I discover the reason being that I had grown a small tail and had sat on it in such a way that threatened to break it. With my tail out of the way I began to feel my feet. Indeed claws were protruding from them as well. Though they were twice as long as the ones on my hands as well as wickedly curved. So, I am now armed with 20 different daggers, as well as having a tail that exceptionally increases my balance. I felt a grin cross my face. Next time I run into one of those beasts I'll stand my ground. What's the worst that can happen? I get killed?
I have no idea how long I've been wandering, or how much I have changed. I have began forget what I used to be. Are these horns new? Its hard to remember why I'm even here. But still I persist, this maze has caused me far too much pain already. …
Finally, after countless decades of searching, I find the exit. I never expected a world of fire and brimstone to be so beautiful. I take this time to examine myself, now that I am illuminated by the surrounding fires. My legs are lean and strong. My feet look almost reptilian. I naturally stand on the balls of my feet as my ankles point downwards now. I have three large toes tipped with large, curved, razor sharp claws. I also notice large spurs on my heels. I can't imagine what I would use them for but for some reason am glad I have them. The skin on my torso seems tightly stretched over my muscles, though they are not large at all. My arms are long and muscular, though also seem somewhat thin. My tail has grown considerably since I discovered it. Now it is at least two inches longer than my legs, but thin, not really rat like, more like a hairless monkey tail. I smile in amusement as I realize it is prehensile and actually has an impressive grip as I squeeze my leg with it. I look over my shoulders and see large wings folded loosely against my back. Bringing them out to their full span they stretch over twice the length of my arms, and yet can be folded tightly against my back and be completely out of the way. Now that I have taken inventory of my new body what now?
Before I could decide what my next move would be I hear a woman scream. I take off as quickly and silently as I could toward the source. Landing quietly a good distance away from my destination I begin to silently run while at the same time crouching low to hide myself behind a rocky outcropping. When I finally find the source of the scream I witness a sight that reminds me of where I am, and who is responsible for my torture.
Before me was the very being that stole my soul and damned me to my suffering. Pinned under him was a human woman, struggling to free herself from his grasp. "What's wrong? Not what you expected?" his deep voice boomed as he thrust himself into her. I watched with growing disgust as he rapped the poor woman. Her screams of pain and fear were the worst sounds I ever heard. Worse even than the sounds of my skull being crushed between the jaws of one of the beasts and the wet sloppy plop as my brains hit the floor.
My blood began to boil as he dug his clawed fingers into her wrists sending streams of crimson rolling down her arms. I closed my eyes and tried to reach her with my mind. Considering everything else I'm capable of now, why not. Oddly enough, I succeeded. Instead of easing her pain as I had planned, I fed off it. The many wounds I sustained in the labyrinth began to heal. My hunger subsided. My thirst was quenched. I began to hate myself. What am I? How could I do such a thing? Why do I like it?
The rape continued, as did my feeding. He did horrible things to her, and by doing so made me stronger. I could feel my power growing. The more she hurt the better I felt. I lost myself. Her pain put me in a state of nirvana. I was almost sad when it ended. A final thrust, followed by a grunt and he was done. I felt dirty, rancid, and disgusting. I deserved to be here. All those brutal murders I suffered, all the broken bones, the millennia of suffering, all of it was now completely justified.
I stood up, revealing my position, I expected punishment. Instead, Trigon just ignored me. He opened a portal and threw her naked body through. "Bring me more!" he instructed before closing the portal and walking away. Never before had I felt such hate, for both myself and him. He made me into a monster, and I would repay him by destroying him…but how? …
I stalked him for a long time. Watched as he received new victims. Watched as he received news of their suicide. I watched as he made deals for the souls of fools like myself. Watched as he didn't live up to his end of the bargain. I don't know why he didn't notice me. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't care. Maybe he didn't see me as a threat. That would be his biggest mistake. …
News finally came to him of the woman I had first witnessed him with. She had given birth to a daughter. This news pleased Trigon greatly. "Where is she?" he asked. For some reason he sounded hungry. "She is with her mother in Azarath, my lord." The impish demon answered. Trigon smiled, his vicious teeth sent shivers down my spine. "Azarath, a bunch of pacifists and cowards. It will be quite refreshing to destroy them." He said before bursting with maniacal laughter.
To my understanding, the living are able to cross the dimensions because they are both ethereal, and physical at the same time. Able to exist in the dimensions of the soul, as well as those of the body. But how can a creature such as Trigon, who had never been a physical entity, be able to traverse the gaps between such dimensions?
I got my answer about 16 years later. His daughter apparently acted as a portal, a link, between him and the physical realm of the living. She let him into Azarath, but by doing so let me into Azarath as well. I followed him through the portal that she created. I intended to kill his daughter, thus breaking his link to the realm of the living while at the same time ensuring that he cannot enter any other physical dimensions. But before I got the chance she was sent through a portal by her mother. All of the anger I felt at loosing my chance for revenge faded as I looked into her eyes. "You'll not give her to your master demon!" she shouted at me. Her voice carried much strength and determination. As well as something else…I can't quite put my finger on it, it is something I had been missing for so long. "I had no intention of bringing her to Trigon," I state simply, "I was going to kill her and save you all."
She looked rather shocked at my response. She was even more shocked when I didn't strike her down where she stood for denying me my prize. "She doesn't deserve death." She said after a period of silence. I find it odd how she can be so calm when her home and friends are being destroyed by a massive demon, and even odder how she doesn't blame the one who brought him to this world. The memory of her rape suddenly forced its way to the surface of my mind. "I'm sorry." I said as I lowered my head. "For what?" she asked raising an eyebrow in confusion. "When you were…by Trigon…I…I was there," I began to explain, but it was difficult to find the words.
"I…watched…and…I fed…"
"you fed off my rape?"
"Off the pain you suffered during it." I clarified.
I expected her to hate me, to condemn me for my actions. But instead she forgave me by saying, "You have been in hell for well over a thousand years by the looks of you. I was in hell for little over twenty minutes. You seem to be a good person who is withstanding the corruption of that place extraordinarily well." She placed her hand on the side of my face making me look her in the eyes before continuing, "I am glad that my presence was able to lessen your suffering." We continued to talk as Trigon killed everyone. With his daughter gone there was nothing I could do to stop him, but at least I could comfort one of the people within the city. I still don't know why she was spared from his wrath, but I am glad she was.
A few years have passed since the invasion of Azarath. Again I am in hell stalking the all powerful Trigon. I then hear something very interesting. He plans to send what he called "a herald" to ensure that all was ready for his invasion of Earth. The cult that worshiped him was going to sacrifice an innocent to bring forth the herald and give him life. If I took the place of this herald, I could find his daughter and kill her before anymore damage is done. It seemed so perfect, and was actually easier than I thought to accomplish. …
The demon chosen to be Trigon's herald stood in a circle of salt awaiting the sacrifice's life to be taken and thus opening the portal between the realms. I quietly snuck up behind him. Before he could react I ripped out his spine and threw him out of the circle without disturbing a single grain of salt. My timing was perfect, no sooner than he left the circle did a bright light surround me. When it faded I was surrounded by clocked figures, a bloody man lay on a table in front of me, his heart cut from his body. "Welcome, herald of Trigon!" exclaimed a figure in a particularly intricate robe. A smile crossed my face, not only had I escaped the labyrinth, but hell itself. And now to put an end to this foolish cult.
There were six of them in all. Five position at each point of a pentagram on the floor, and the apparent leader that stands in front of me in the center. I lunged forward and in one swift move snatched the ceremonial dagger from the leader's hand and slit his throat with it. I threw the bloody dagger to my right as I turned left. It buried itself up to the hilt in another cultist's head. Before my next target could react I grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off his feet. I then stuck my freehand into his chest cavity. I wrapped my fingers around his bronchial tubes and with one jerk, ripped both lungs from his body, then dropped him to the ground where he lay writhing in pain as he suffocates.
By now they realized I was not exactly what they ordered. But there was nothing they could do. I slaughtered them all one by one. When I finished strangling the last one I looked at what I had done. It was a scene of carnage worthy of a demon. Now, to find Trigon's daughter. I pried the thick tome from the fingers of the cult leader's dead hand. I instantly recognized it. It was the same one I had used all those centuries ago. I flipped through the pages searching for any clue to the whereabouts of his offspring. I found a list of names, all female. I assumed they were the names of Trigon's rape victims. Most of the names were crossed out with what looked like blood. Those would be the ones who killed themselves I figured. I finally found one that wasn't crossed out. Angela Roth, the line below her name read: Daughter, Raven Roth AKA Rachael. In the margin was a hand written note that read: Currently a member of the Teen Titans. Ok, I know her affiliation. Before leaving I glanced down at myself and noticed my distinct lack of clothing. "Need some pants." I said to myself as I looked around. I stripped the leader and dressed myself in his cloths save the robe. I had no interest in appearing to be one of Trigon's worshipers. Now to find this "Raven" and kill her.
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A/N: ok, first chapter of first fic finished. I know this chapter jumps around a bit, like undated entries in a journal. I was trying to destroy your perception of time, but still give you a feeling of what my original character had to suffer through. Please leave a review I want to know what you think, both about my style and my character.
Do you hate him? love him? feel sorry for him?