The Accounts of The New Teen Titans - Vol. 1 - Book 1: The Chronicles of Raven - Chapter 1: The Rape of Arella

The Chronicles of Raven - Chapter 1 - The Rape of Arella
At ten-and-seven years,
The young woman flees abode
Weary has she grown
Of her father's vituperation,
Her mother's abhorrence of her;
Disgusted has she become
At her parents' misprizal of herself
And so, run away from home she does
Wand'ring through the dark streets
The city of Gotham is not kind
To those not well on their feet
Soon the girl finds herself
Clothes tattered and torn,
Her feet with blisters worn,
Her hands chilled to the bone
Soon the girl finds
Herself all alone
In this city
Where even the heroes who protect it
Are not free of darkness inside
So the girl finds herself
Lost in the night
In this city where crime never sleeps
No one understands her
No one even tries
And so alone she lies
Lost in the shadows
Of her own doubts
Lost in her own world
The screaming thoughts, the sounds
Her stomach
Cries out for food
Not wanting to beg,
She opts instead to scrounge
The scraps she finds
In her daily hunt
Are barely enough to keep her alive
Parched of thirst,
She shoos off a huge bird,
A raven in her path
But then, under the bird's flapping wings,
Comes into view the Church
Abandoned, does the building seem-
Deserted, save the vase
Wait - the vase! That peculiar urn!
Is it? Yes! Water is but held within its keep!
Like lions to their prey, the girl drinks away
From the vase with four odd red markings, four red eyes upon its clay
When the water has been all but drunk,
A voice suddenly stuns
The girl whirls around for a face
But when placed one she does,
She is hesitant to run -
These people - they ask her, stay!
They give her food, comfort, warmth!
Never has she been treated this way!
Never - no, not once!
Her feelings of loneliness melt away
When asked her name
Does she not flinch to say: "Angela Roth."
Angela Roth,
Who ran away from her own home
Angela Roth,
Now a member of the Church of Blood
Angela Roth,
No longer lost and alone
Angela Roth,
Now, here, does she feel loved
She could never understand
Her parents' blind fanaticism
The hypocrisies of God - such a weak, pathetic religon
But the Church of Blood - lo! Now this was something different!
No one here went against their word, despite they worshipped Satan
And though the mission of The Church of Blood
Was to bring to Earth Beelzebub,
Their members did not treat her like garbage
They did not curse her with eternal damnation,
They did not carry out mass slaughter Crusades;
They did not forcefully try to convert her
With threats that she would not be saved
Neither was it a Heathen Cult,
As described by all those Christian;
No - these people respected her for who she was,
Twas it here, was she accepted
Twas here, for her did people care;
Unlike her bastard parents,
Who never gave a damn
O how she despised them so!
So cold in their hearts
Never did they notice
Their daughter missing
Never did the Police they call
However, soon would young Angela-
So young, naive-
Be repeating to herself
The last words to her
That her father directed,
The night she ran away: "Your actions have consequences!"
That line, though she did not care for it then,
Would she understand anon;
For soon, in the ranks of the Church of Blood,
Did young Angela quickly gain proficiency -
So much so, that when it came time for the Church
To perform the Ceremony that would thus allow
Lucifer passage to Earth,
Was she deemed the one
Who would be Satan's bride-
Who would lay with him,
And carry his child
And when The Devil did appear to Angela - sprawled naked upon the stone,
Was she shocked beyond account!
No pitchfork, no horns! No arrowed tail of a demon!
No, a man - a man! A man did she bear witness too!
A man so handsome, so full of youth!
To this man, was she wed immediately!
With him, did thus she lay-
Never had she felt such ecstasy!
Bur, unbeknownst to her,
She had just committed
The most grevious of mistakes
Marred by her blindness
In the throes of those most pleasurable feelings,
Did all night she spend with the youth,
Lost between his legs
Had she then known the truth,
With the man she would have never lain;
For the next morning, when she awoke
And took another look at her groom-
O, how she recoiled in horror!
O, how did she scream!
Twas her husband neither Satan, nor was it the youth!
No, as she terrifyingly discovered-
No! Twas it much, much worse!
She had lain with Trigon the Terrible - a being from another dimension!
Trigon the Terrible, a Demon Ruler-King!
Four eyes upon his head - a gasp! The urn!
The girl's heart sinks - can it not be true?!?
The Church of Blood - hath they betrayed her too?!?
"Yes, my sweet," did Trigon roar,
In a voice so hideously deep,
"Yes, be it true this fact- All you have loved hath decieved!"
"No!" screamed the girl in absolute horror, "No! This simply cannot be!"
"Ah, but it is, my precious wife!" the Demon seethed,
"Tis the truth you know, but wish not to see!"
"But why?" the girl did beseech him,
"Why is this burden mine to bear?"
With that, the Demon-King chortled - a sound so terrifying,
Her hair stood straight in back
"Girl, do not make me laugh," was his reply,
"This choice was not difficult at all - much too easy are you to snare!"
"NO!" the girl cried, "No! My trust my friends have not fell!"
"Hah! My dear, dear wife - Face the mirror, and face yourself!"
"You still harbor insecurities, upon conflicts do you still dwell!"
"Any vessel like yours," he said, throwing her aside,
"Are perfect conduits for my seeds to implant!"
"And now," he said, coming upon her, "My garden needs more flowers," - And with that, her arms he grabbed;
Screaming, she tries to ignore the feeling
As once again, inside her does he thrust
Somehow, one day, does she escape - but not before
He hath violated her many times over again
And now she walks Gotham, her head hung in shame,
Bearing the child of Trigon the Terrible, the Demon Ruler-King -
Angela Roth - twas it by her own choices
Did this all come to be.