Hey, hey, hey people who have an interest of Teen Titans and X-men. This is a Remy and Raven thingy, and yes people from both universes will be featured. The Titans will actually play a significant role in this story as well as the X-men and this will feature the Titans ALOT despite the fact that this is mainly set in the X-men Universe. And of course how are we going to get Raven to Trigon without the Brother Blood and Slade? The answer is we don't. Crossing dimension will be frequent here so those who are wanting a little RaeRob, that will be dabbled in here a little to give us a glimpse of what COULD have been if she had not been sent to Remy's side first. There will be many different things in here also, since Raven was sent here young she doesn't have the great of a control on her emotions so she gets aggravated easier and things blow up more. But yes she will still be the same basic Raven. Enjoy :)
Arella tightly clutched the bundle closer to her chest, afraid to let go, afraid to lose what truly held her to this world. She shook her head trying to dislodge the dismal thoughts nestled there and focused the situation before her. She should have been more prepared and less surprised for their enemy was not the mere mortal man. She knew this would be, she knew this day would come. She had foreseen their destruction coming upon their stoop, demanding entrance. And she had come to terms with this knowledge, she had embraced her death wholly But what she hadn't predicted nor had the time to counter was a pre-emptive strike such as this. The fated hour was not to be set so goddamned soon! She had been guaranteed fourteen more years until the portal was to be opened. So why was his forces here now? What was he after? Was he after her? If so, why did he want her so early? Gritting her teeth she snarled, it didn't matter his reasons. Whatever he was after he wasn't getting it, she swore by the blood of her people being spilt today that he would be leaving here empty-handed.
And as she rounded many corners and ran down seemingly endless corridors she would make sure she would never give in either. Not without fighting tooth and nail against whatever he threw at her. Arella glanced down at the unconscious form she held in her arms, glowing brightly with the mark of Scath running over her skin. Her child, her daughter, the portal, Rachel Roth.
She had not wanted to knock her out but with his forces so close and Rachel's powers spiraling out of control, she couldn't risk it. Pushing past twin raven crested doors she knew she had to get her away from here before it was too late. Send her someplace safe where someone would protect her better than anyone here ever could.
Waving her hand she moved the five lite candles from their pedestals and arranged them in a widespread circle. Flicking her wrist she pulled the sand bags from their places at the cardinal directions and began to create the pentacle needed to send raven to her unknown but designated dimension. Once the preparation was done she would be ready to send her off. Though as she looked down into the beautiful sleeping face so much like her own, she grieved for the time lost between the bond of mother and child. She would never see her grow and mature, never hear her say he first words, never truly knowing her as a mother should.
For these past four years she had left Azar to her care, only visiting when Rachel was asleep and that's what she regretted the most. Having not taken the chance to be apart of Rachel's life when there was one. And she'd never be offered that chance again. But if losing those possibilities meant keeping her safe from HIM, then she'd gladly do it all over again. She would do anything to keep her safe, no matter what it wa-
Arella whirled around, with drawing from the confines of her thoughts and faced the door. She ceased all movement and listened, after a few seconds she verified what had drawn her attention away. Foot steps, though light and far away they may be, they were steps all the same. She forcefully ripped herself away from staring in slight horror at the entrance and hastened the process. She made her way up to the circle as soon as the last grain of sand left the bag and carefully uncovered the small raven haired four-year old child dressed in a black long sleeve and a pair of pants. She cast a glance behind her, noting the steps seemed to pick up pace. Unsnapping the clasp at the base of her neck she slipped it around her child's and ran a finger over the red diamond-shaped chakra stone. Causing blood to smear on the jewel and drop within the circle as desired.
"Stay safe my little bird." She whispered pressing her lips against her forehead. As soon as the drop of red clashed against the sanded pentacle it burst into white flames that jumped and licked the air with chilled heat.
"Viator offeret-" The flames drifted over and carefully extracted Rachel from her arms and carried her to the center of the circle where it held her in a caccoon of white.
"Viator capta." Spreading her arms wide she opened her mouth to begin the incantation.
"Aper-"
"Arella! Open the door!" A voice called through the barriered stone, halting her actions.
She froze at the voice and turned around but didn't dare leave her spot.
"Azar?" She whispered eyes widening, watering, then hardening.
"How are you alive? I was sure I saw one of Scath's men strike you down." She called, keeping her voice relieved and slightly shaky.
"No worries, he only pierced my side. Now open the door we must get the portal somewhere secure. Scath has retreated it is safe." Silence pierced through the room and she was sure people could hear her heart stop.
"You...You mean Rachel right?" She said cautiously, her eyes narrowing.
"Yes, the portal, now hurry foolish girl and open the door." A bite of impatience tinged the tone.
Arella could feel the warm tracks of tears spilling down her cheeks but resolved to answer in a firm tone.
"As an Azarathian, you should have no trouble getting past the barriers." Turning to face Rachel she quickly started the spell.
"Aperi, vocote portario-"
"Arella, what are you doing? Open the door." Azar quietly demanded, a deadly lilt to the voice echoing about.
"-Aperi, quaero viatores semitam-"
"Just calm down and let me in so I can help."
"-Aperite-"
"Arella!"
"-Per spatium et tempus ego transcendit-"
"All I want to do is keep her from getting into the wrong hands. Isn't that what you wanted? Her safe and protected?"
"-Aperite, et iube me pulchra iter-"
"Arella~listen to me. I'm your most trusted, the one you placed the portal with. Now let me do my job and open the FUCKING DOOR!"
"-Aperta, ut transire mihi tutum elit patere viam di aptissima-"
"YOU DUMB CUNT, DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE FUCKING WITH? OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR BEFORE I TEAR IT DOWN!"
Arella steeled her expression and continued on, she had gotten this far she couldn't give up. "-est in me. Aperi-"
BANG!
"-ego loquor-"
BANG!
"-ad te-"
BANG!
"-Viator offeret-"
BOOM!
"-Viator capta!" And Rachel Roth was gone and alone she stood in the burden of silence.
"Where have you sent the portal Angela?" The one voice capable of setting her to trembling, the voice of her tormentor, the voice of her child's father, Scath-no, Trigon the destroyer growled.
"Rachel."
A pause. "What?"
"Her name is Rachel, not portal you disgusting demon scum!" She hissed, feeling her rage bubbling within her. But it didn't matter if IT knew or not, IT didn't have the right to address her with that title.
"A tool needs not a name, just a purpose."
Arella sneered at his condescending tone. "You'll never find her and I know nothing of where she went nor would I tell you if I knew. Your plans have failed, tell me Trigon, how does it feel to know you've lost." She said, finally having thwarted him even if for a small moment and now he had to go back to his hell until he had enough power for another attempt which she hoped wouldn't be until Rachel was ready. But she knew he had to wait for he put all of his power into this assault and now that it has failed he has been weakened and like the over confident thing he was, he didn't have a backup plan.
Silence reined until the sound of the stone doors hitting the ground permitted the air. She could feel the cool air brushing up against her back as she tipped her head to the ceiling and breathed in deep for one less time.
And when he spoke she could hear the smile in his voice. "I'll enjoy destroying you."
Arella let out a laugh, rough and rigid. "You sick bastard I bet you will but no matter what you do to me, Rachel is still beyond your reach."
She didn't scream, no, she'd never give him the satisfaction.
New Orleans, Louisiana
12:01 am
A young boy ran along the side of the deserted road, his presence almost unnoticeable as he made his way back to the Fagan's Mob base after making his pickings when a blinding white light flashed in front of him. Causing the boy to go momentarily blind, blinking away the black dots clouding his vision he turned toward the alley the light originated from and noticed a small form huddled up against the wall. Now him being the cautious and intelligent boy that he usually was he decided it wasn't his business. But there was something about that figure that spiked his interest, whether it was the light or the seemingly magnetic sort of pull that raged between it and him, he was going to check it out. Hey, he said usually as in not all the time. He slinked closer, his steps making no sound as he moved and he observed the person flinching back when it moaned and moved to reveal a girl. She looked about three years to his seven with long black midnight hair and pale skin, she was a cute girl and that kinda made him feel bad when he spun on his heel and walked away.
Though he could still feel that pull he ignored it, had nothing to do with him. You see he had rules, stay out of sight and mind, steal what you know you can, and mind your own. And that girl was breaking at least two.
"Lookie 'ere, a lil one alone outside."
He twitched, nothing to do with him.
"Kinda cute too, wonder 'ow much well get."
He paused. Nothing. To. Do. With. Him.
"Forget about de money f'now let's try 'er out."
If this truly had nothing to do with him why was he moving back toward her. Damn his good conscious!
He pulled out the cell phone he swiped from some absent-minded sap and snapped several pictures before walking out of the shadows wearing his personal chesire cat slash shit eater grin.
"Aw now what's dis? Two grown hommes tryin' t'pick up une fille? Not tryin' t'be rude or nothin' but isn't de fille un peu trop jeune?" He tsked, narrowing his red on black eyes.
The second one catching sight of his abnormality began to back away muttering something about 'mutants' but the other one obviously of lesser brain matter shot his companion a glare and turned back to face him.
"Mind yo' own damn business bra-"
"Ah, ah, ah, I'd watch my mouth if I were you mon ami. I have yo' faces an' de victms on de phone," He twirled it through the air. "One push is all it takes t'send yo' pedophile asses t'de state jail." He threatened amiably. "An' if you were gettin' any smart ideas 'bout tryna take de phone from me 'fore I send it, well I doubt yo' fast 'nough to get t'me 'fore dat happens." Queue consending sinister laughter.
"'Sides, I'm sure I could stop y'fore y'even get close 'nough t'touch me." He pulled out several small blades and spun them though the air at a dizzying rate while one stopped it's descent and was sent flying past the two men, leaving a thin cut on the shit talker's face. "I'd like t'think I have good aim."
They shifted back and the dumb one let out a string of curses before he stepped forward, looking like he wanted to kill him. Wow he was really going to go for it, well whatever. Anything to survive.
"Let's get out of here." The smart one beseeched. The other seemed to contemplate this before snarling and throwing him a withering glare which he returned with a smile and a wave, and hurried off. He fled leaving the girl alone.
Walking forward he looked down at the girl and found she was now slightly awake, looking at him with hazed violet eyes. His own unique eyes widened before he smiled and bent down to slip his arms around her, picking her up reverse piggy back. She was surprisingly light.
"Come on, femme, let's get you somewhere safe."
Annnd there's the first prologue/chapter thingy. Took forever. Okay translations the Latin Angela said basically came to. Traveler offered, traveler sent. Open the portal send her on her way and such and such.
Now the french where Remy was saying I don't mean to be rude translated to "Isn't she a bit too young?". So yeah, the other stuff meant girl, my friend, guy, and stuff. Review and give me your thoughts. I am already working on the next chapter and it will be up as soon as I'm done with some other stuff enjoy my friends!
