This is an idea that I came up with recently, and I just had to start writing it. Don't worry: Subconscious is still going. Just at the same time. I actually had an idea for a 3rd story too… hm…

PS: this is rated T for a reason, not for safety and some gore here and there, like my last ones. There's some more serious topics in this one. It's more like T+

Enjoy…

I hovered a mile out from my target, my boots just above the surface of the water. It was pleasantly warm, and the ocean was a crystal blue, even though it was late at night. It was the Caribbean, after all. I smiled, but the expression didn't reach my deep violet eyes. Here was the place that many considered paradise. Those poor guards would have no idea what horror was about to befall them.

And there were many guards. The blocky, modern complex sitting there among the palm trees and dark cliffs was one of the most secretive, well-guarded places on the planet. It was so classified, no one had ever even heard of its existence. Area 51 practically had its doors wide open compared to this.

From the info provided to me by my master, I knew that I was levitating just a few feet beyond an advanced radar barrier that could detect any object that passed through it. For anyone else, this would have proven virtually impossible to get around, but I wasn't like everyone else. Heck, I wasn't even all human.

Taking a deep breath, I let my dark energy flow from my heart all the way through my body, turning me into a silhouette. I floated through the invisible barrier unnoticed, then glided silently to the shore.

The island was about 8 miles square, and I could sense every body there. There was around 500 packed into all the hallways, but near 200 were focused around a large room right in the heart of the base. This was the location of my prize. My master desired this object badly, and I was the best thief that there was. I had no idea as to its dimensions, or purpose, but I didn't have to. If my master needed it, who was I to question?

I lightly touched down on the rocks, pulling my copper-colored cloak tighter against the warm spray. I hated tropical weather. It was humid and buggy. Yuck. Drop me in the arctic anytime, or someplace like it. I shook my head to clear it of these stupid thoughts and turned to my left. There was an old, rusted service staircase hugging the rock face. It was sealed within a tunnel of barbed wire, keeping intruders from climbing up the outside. But it was practically impossible to pull a boat up to this god-forsaken island anyway; I didn't really see why they had even put them here in the first place. But instead of climbing and probably falling into the sea with the rest of the stairs, I flew silently up to the top of the cliff. I pitied those pitiful humans who couldn't levitate. Demon blood made me far superior.

Now there was the wall. I could have flown over again, but instinct told me that guard towers within the perimeter that would have an easy view of the top. While I wasn't worried about the pitiful human guards, it's harder to steal things when you're being hunted. And my master preferred to be inconspicuous, anyway. In and out with no one knowing you were there until you had already left.

I'll try to reach the inner buildings completely unnoticed, I decided. I had only developed the skill to turn invisible recently, under my master's training, and it still left me wiped, and I occasionally turned visible without meaning to, but this had to be fast.

If I can't get all the way in, I can always kill everyone present… I had no problem with slaughtering these mortals, but I avoided it when I could; it was too messy for my tastes. Sure, I offered up some blood and sacrifice to my father once in a while, but I wasn't genocidal. That was for the stupider villains that couldn't get what they wanted by cunning, like me.

I took a deep breath, rolled my shoulders, and turned invisible. A hot, tingly sensation rippled down my arms and legs, radiating from the center of my forehead. I glanced down at my hand, and saw right through to the wave-washed rocks below. Perfect.

Then I flew over the wall. I smiled to myself, though no one could see it, when I saw that my instincts had been correct; guard towers were everywhere within the grounds. As were guards. There was a man standing every three feet, in a giant grid, just… guarding. They were completely motionless, I could barely even tell that they were breathing. I briefly considered that they were robots, but I could sense them, so that wasn't an option. Maybe some form of hypnotism?

No time to worry about that, I was at the roof. I landed running, and lightly stepped up to an evacuation door. Still fighting to keep invisible, I gripped the handle, twisted it to the right, and slowly yanked it open.

And the alarms went off.

Dammit, I thought. What kind of idiot am I? Opening a door on the roof of the most secure building in the world without checking for a security system… stupid! My master would never approve.

And just like that, my spell failed. "No no no…!" I hissed angrily, shaking my hand as if it would suddenly disappear. No such luck. And with a trampling of heavy boots and clicking of weapons I was surrounded by at least 50 men. More were coming, I could sense them.

I knew that 50 was too much for me to handle normally, so I decided to let out my powers a bit. Normally I didn't even acknowledge my various feelings and traits; getting emotional tended to… destroy my surroundings. But when I felt in small amounts, I turned lethal. And I only turned to some anyway, like rage, cleverness, revenge, and bitterness. Intelligence was okay, but it tended to think about the morals of certain actions, which got annoying. If master thought it was good, that's all I needed. Who cares if some people got hurt? But I always drew on negative emotions for my abilities. Happy ones softened my instincts, made me less effective in battle.

Say goodbye to your families, mortals, I smirked, then let the floodgates open. A twisting black shockwave exploded from my raised fists, blasting into the soldiers and pushing them off their feet and over the edge. I closed my eyes and held my breath until I heard a dull thud for every man there as they fell three stories to the hard ground. Then I silently slipped through the trapdoor and into the building.

They must've not hired an interior decorator when they built this place, I thought, rolling my eyes. The hallway was square, with white walls, a gray floor and ceiling, and harsh electric lights. No potted plants and no modern pieces of art displayed in frames. Pity. I shook my head again and changed my vision to infrared, which hurt, but was essential. I was surrounded by pressure lasers; if I even breathed hard on one they would trigger. But I smiled. Time for intangibility.

I pressed my hands together like I was praying and focused, but then squads of guards burst through the doors at either end of the hallway. They raised their guns threateningly, but when I looked at them they backed up nervously. I laughed when I realized; seeing in infrared made my eyes turn red and translucent, so you could see all of the veins floating there. I gave each of the groups a little wave before sinking through the floor with a hollow whoosh.

Now I was on the floor I needed to be on. Or, at least, I thought so. The hallway looked exactly the same as the one above, minus the petrified security staff. I glanced around to see that there were no lasers, then switched back to normal vision. My head pounded and everything was black for a second, then it all slid into focus and I was fine. Making sure I was still alone, I pulled a small device from my belt and hit a button on the side. A miniature holographic model of the complex sprung up and slowly began to rotate as it hovered there. A pulsing red dot represented me, while a shining star was my target. I was close.

I heard shouts from behind me, so I stowed the map and quietly ran down the hallways. I was a bit over budget on time now, so any people I came across got their necks snapped with a little twist of dark energy. Barbaric? No, that would have been beheading them and drinking their blood from a golden chalice. Which I did not have time for.

Several corridors and piles of bodies later, I reached my door. With a magic-aided kick I blasted it right off its hinges and I strode in amid the dust and sparks. It seemed rather lousily guarded, but I suppose that everyone was off searching for me. Well here I was.

The room had a low ceiling but expanded endlessly into the shadows all around the sides. There was no real "walls" or "roof" or "floor", just tightly interwoven pipes and gears, which were all so close together that you could walk on them. In the very center, suspended in antigravity, was a complex little machine no larger than the palm of my hand. I knew that Cyborg would have been able to identify it immediately, but I had no idea what it was. Which might have been my master's purpose all along; the less people knew the less chance someone could spill the beans, even within his own organization.

Carefully I reached up and snatched it away from where it hovered. More Klaxons started blaring away, but that didn't matter any more. I tenderly hooked up the boxy little thing to my belt and made for the door.

Only to be met with all of the security I hadn't killed yet from the whole island. I had underestimated their numbers; there must have been a thousand of them. All with their mean-looking little guns pointed at me. Some even had laser sights, judging by how I was covered in little red dots.

"Enough," said the man in front, who had some shiny awards pinned to his chest. "Drop the device or we shoot you with so many holes there won't be so much left of you as to fill up an ice cream spoon."

I examined them all in front of me, considering my options. I could try to fly away or turn intangible, but that would probably lead to me getting hurt. Only one option left after that.

Time for Plan B… I thought to myself. Once I was done, there wouldn't be enough left of this guy to fit under your fingernail.

Time for the floodgates to open. All the way. Let these fools deal with the wrath of Trigon.

I couldn't see much, what with the blinding light and the incredible amount of steam and smoke as the whole island collapsed on itself, but I could tell that there wasn't much left. I was deaf for a few seconds too, the percussive blast was amazing. The mainland was about 15 miles away and there would probably be some shattered windows. Oh well. Hope they had insurance. Once I had recovered I pressed a button on the miniature headset resting in my ear. There was some soft, hissing static, then he spoke.

"Did you get the device?"

"Yes, Master Slade. A little messy, but all went according to plan."

"Very good, Raven, I am impressed. Return to base."

"As you wish."

I grinned wickedly. Being evil was definitely what I did best.