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Now if I did own the show Jinx would be a lesbian and Raven would totally have flings an-

-ahem. Anyways.

This story is probably going to be incredibly long and updates might take a few days. Maybe even months if I'm stuck or busy or lazy, but I do promise to finish this. Also this story (hopefully) blends some of the old comics in with the new show. Well, it was a new show, cancelled now and such but I digress. In short, expect a lot of characters, (hopefully) a decent plot, (hopefully) minimal grammatical and spelling errors, and a bit of romance and (unfortunately?) a lot of character strengthening abuse. I also promise to try to stay away from The_Douchebag_Overbearing_Robin or Terra_Is_The_Bitch angles. They deserve a bit better. Also for those of you who don't know Raven's full backstory...this might be interesting for you. I've tried to keep everything as "cannon" as possible while still keeping it fun and-

-Fine. Yes.

There will probably be smutty sexy times in later chapters. With pretty girls.

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Richard Grayson, better known as Robin by others, had long been known for his ability to keep calm and collected even during the most extraneous of circumstances, which was what made him an operable candidate for the leader position of the Titans organization and an extremely reliable friend, however, when the alarm sounded throughout the tower disrupting his routine sparring session in the recently renovated gym, a shiver of unexplainable fear settled about his spine and worked its way to the base of his neck. He dropped his bow-staff and wiped the sweat off of his mask and, in a rush, he dashed into the common room where the other Titans had already assembled. His feeling of dread only worsened when he noticed their grim expressions. Only Terra seemed less worried than the others which was probably due to the fact that the poor girl was still waking up. She was more than likely still getting reused to the Titan's erratic schedule Robin thought as he watched her yawn. She had only rejoined them a few weeks ago after all. Perhaps he'd have to push for the mandatory bedtime after all…

"Cyborg, what's going on?" the Boy Wonder directed towards the half mechanical member of the team.

"Yeah, I mean, who in their right mind gets up to trouble at two o'clock in the-" Beast-Boy was cut off by a well meant prod from the blonde rock bender. He grinned sheepishly in reply before yawning himself. Come to think of it, he thought, anybody getting up to trouble in their town probably wasn't in their right minds. He watched silently as Cyborg began clicking away on the main computer.

"I don't know man, but I got a bad feelin' 'bout this, leeme check the scanner to see if anythin' comes up…" he replied; his fingers rapping against the keyboard controls, "oh man…" he dropped his hands and turned to face the others; his worried expression triggering the alien princess to speak first.

"What is it friend? Some horrendous new villain that we must conquer?" Starfire asked inquisitively, her ever bubbly nature ever prevailing.

The metal man shook head and replied hurriedly, "It's Raven."

"Dude, what'd'ya mean it's Raven?" asked the green changeling in confusion.

"She wasn't supposed to be on patrol tonight; something big must have happened if she's in trouble," Robin answered, "Cyborg get a lock on her location," he ordered without room for questioning, "and let's take the car; we don't want to take any risks if we don't have to."

"Ok…it looks like her com is right at the downtown library," he replied as his mechanical fingers whirled across the controls.

"Dude, wasn't that the one where those things chased us and we saw that thing and then Raven was all like weird and then Slade popped up and Raven threw 'em down all creepy-like? I thought that place was like destroyed?"

"Yes, and it was, and if she's there now then it can't mean anything good. Titans, let's go."

The team dashed to the T-car -or flew in Starfire's case, Cyborg took the wheel and Robin the shotgun, leaving the remaining Titans to scramble into the backseats. Cyborg pressed the buttons for the automatic seatbelts, the auto target lock, and the underground tunnel door opener button, which was secretly his favorite. As the car's wheels raced towards their fallen comrade, Robin's mental wheels were racing even faster. He was at a loss as to what could have overtaken the empath, and the only logical answers he could find only served to fuel his fears further. There was not much that could take on the daughter of the devil one on one, after all, she had taken down Trigon almost singlehandedly! After which the latter's powers had channeled themselves into the half demon, making her even more powerful than she already was. Of course that had also come with a cost for the psion, as she was still suffering from overwhelming amounts of physical and emotional pain. The thought did nothing to reassure him. He did not like the look of things, and he feared for the worst, whatever it might be.

What he found however was both infinitely better and worse than anything any of the Titans could have imagined, for what they found when they searched the library grounds was none other than the object of their search lying in a crumpled heap at the foot of the stairs, her cloak darkly stained with crimson fluids and very much unconscious. When Robin turned Raven over to see her face, he noticed too prominent wounds at the base of her neck. Puncture wounds, almost crescent shaped, and just far enough apart to fit into a roughly human sized mouth. There were also numerous cuts and bruises forming on the girl's body and Robin could only guess how many broken and fractured bones she had obtained judging from the way her limbs seemed to be positioned.

Beast-Boy, naturally, was the first to bring up a paranormal explanation, and normally, Robin would have cast off such musings as the product of Beast-Boy's over imaginative mind, but, he had long ago learned that whenever Raven was in the equation, nothing could ever be cast off or ignored, as her problems were usually several other problems compounded together and held basis in almost every field imaginable. The fact that her wounds weren't bleeding and he couldn't feel any pulse also put a stopper to any other arguments he might have made. He placed the fallen hero into the backseat and instructed Cyborg to take her to the infirmary and to start any procedure to help the violet eyed girl as he saw fit, and instructed the others to help him at the scene of crime to find any further clues as to what had happened.

There was not much to see. In fact, the area despite its grimy run down state littered with debris, actually contained very little of use to the Titans. After circling the yard a few times with Beast-Boy's Bloodhound nose, the only clue they found was of a strange vaguely familiar otherworldly scent that didn't quite match up to Raven's, Slade's, or to her father's and it was very faint. Jinx by that time had managed to pry the old library doors open, following on a hunch that there might be some relevance to the old building. Robin followed the hex caster inside after instructing Starfire and Super Boy to check out the scene from above. Beast-Boy continued to scent the area, hoping for a lead. Ravager, tempted as she was to make sure the car arrived safely back to the tower, checked out some of the various piles of debris that were still standing. The others applied themselves the best that they could.

The two oddest colored Titans wandered deeper into the dusty building, both feeling unnerved, Robin due to his past encounters in the place, and Jinx because she could sense lingering presences that flittered about her aura. She hugged herself and tried not to sneeze over any of the moldy books.

"Ya think Raven came in here or…" the pink mage trailed off. She spoke as much for keeping herself calm as she did from curiosity of her new teammate's well being.

"Hard to tell. Last time we were here she ran off. And for good reason. Right now we're just looking for anything useful or out of place."

"Why? What happened last time?" she asked, turning to face him in the gloom. She silently thanked her catlike vision once again as she narrowly avoided an overturned bookcase.

"The end of the world," he stated as he opened the secret passage, "Turns out this was actually the Church of Blood that worshiped her father, who's Trigon by the way, and when we investigated we heard a prophesy that didn't make sense till Raven sacrificed herself, got chased by some weird spirits that tried to kill us, and then watched Raven take down Slade from outta nowhere. And then of course, the whole end of the world thing. It was her birthday."

Jinx let out a low whistle; "Damn. Sucky place. Suckier birthday present."

"Tell me about it. So why weren't you with her?"

Jinx flinched and her smile vanished, "I didn't know she had gone," she whispered. They continued for a while in silence.

"Do ya think she'll be okay?" she asked as they descended another flight of stairs. She was doing her best not think about it but seeing Raven in a crumpled heap had scared her more than she had cared to admit. And she did care, she cared a lot.

"Raven's…Raven," he managed to reply.

Jinx nodded and turned her attention back to the stairs. Which seemed to have had fallen away some time ago. She cast a glance over the edge into the bottomless hole and grinned as she debated on whether or not to spit.

"Well genius?"

"Hold on," the fearless leader commanded as he grabbed her, ran off the last of the steps, and used his grappling gun in the same fashion he had the last time. The two swung safely into the next passage and Jinx proceeded to attempt to pry her nails out of the Boy Wonder's flesh.

"…A little warning next time would be nice..."

"Heh, sorry," he sheepishly replied while readjusting his belt, "Come on, it's not much farther now."

Unfortunately, when they arrived there wasn't anything to see. Beast Boy and the others had similar luck themselves. There didn't appear to be any other clues or leads or anything suggestive to be found anywhere and that failed to sit well with any of the group.

Meanwhile, in the Titan's medbay, Cyborg had hooked Raven to various equipment and numerous monitors and was trying his best to figure out just how Raven could be helped. He wasn't even sure if –Don't go there, he warned himself. She was still, but she was always still, and he could have sworn he had seen her twitch gently when he had placed her onto the cot. He sighed and picked up a syringe, he would just have to run on the hope that there was still someway he could help. With any luck there would be a trace of what had attacked Raven in the area of her wounds that the scanners could identify. He placed the needle inside the left puncture wound and nearly cringed as Raven moaned quietly. In startled panic Cyborg ripped the needle out and caught his breath; at least she was still alive he thought, but for how much longer?

He almost sighed in relief when he heard the others thundering up the hall. Cyborg turned to face the others when they crashed inside the doors in a jumbled heap. They all wore exasperated and various degrees of worried expressions.

"Please inform us that friend Raven is in fact not harmed and that she has not become involved in some elaborate metaphysical philosophical debate between the divine!" the red head cried as she plucked herself from her companions.

Beat Boy shook himself and glanced worriedly about, "Dude of course she's gonna be okay, I mean, she's Raven! What would the kids say?" he said, in reference to the three "Tot Titans" that Raven had taken a shining too.

Several agreeing nods spread through the group before they pressed around their fallen friend as if they could will the shadow bender awake.

"Where's Speedy and Rosie-girl?" Cyborg asked, shoving through them to hook up Raven's blood transfusion. He was hoping that the universal type lived up to its name as he was low on options. Raven had bled out, he didn't know how much but as Raven was nearing a shade of pale he had previously thought impossible, he was going with "a lot." He inserted the IV into Raven's arm and began to bandage it in place, just in case it became jostled.

"They're still patrolling. Aqualad's got the sea searching for anything, the other branches have nothing to report and Oracle's put a word out on her end. They're long shots but if there's anything to be found I want to find it although if this thing gets any bigger the League is going to pop up on the main screen any minute telling us to stand down and hand everything over. You know how they get with demons."

"Dude they can't do that, they just freaking set us up!"

"I know bu-"

"Besides," Terra interrupted, her lingering disdain for the empath coating her words a bit more harsh than intended, "she's going to wake up any second, pull some freaky stunt and then tell us all not to worry and to forget about everything just like she always does."

Raven ironically chose that moment to noticeably stir, startling the others. She sat up, screamed a blood curdling scream, and raked her fingers along her back. She tore at her skin which started to seemingly drip off of her and large masses of flesh bulged outwards. Raven wailed and fell onto the floor, crippling pain shooting through every fiber of her being as her body changed. The others could only stare in shock as their friend writhed in agony as her ribcage contorted and compacted and then she stood and hunched over, clutching her head. The protrusions on her back spiked outwards suddenly, and before their platter sized eyes, took a more complete form.

They swept in graceful tragic elegance along her back; the freshly spilling blood trickling through the black-violet feathers down along the deceivingly thin batlike membrane eliciting quiet gasps from the other Titans as a single thought ran through their minds: "wings." Other features, such as the ebony colored horns and claws only further served as proof and the long spade tipped tail was also clearly visible. Raven, exhausted from the changes her body had underwent in an amazingly short span of time succumbed to the pain and fell limply to the floor. Jinx having recovered first and having somewhat expected something like this to happen, rushed to her partner's aid and managed to break Raven's fall.

"What the hell?" Beast Boy cried, unaware of his descent into profanity; his confusion mirrored in the faces of the others, "Sh-she's a…a…"

"A demon."

Their heads whipped to face the owner of the voice. They did not need any introduction for the person standing a few mere feet away; they had heard many a description about her from the empath. Azar. Raven's mentor and leader of Azarath's ecclesiocracy. Azar looked to be the complete counter image of Raven, with long angelically white golden hair, infinitely light blue eyes and two pairs of wings that called forth visions of oversized doves. She was dressed similarly to the uniforms Raven usually wore, save for its white color and the billowing fabric that fell in a slited dress as opposed to Raven's black leotard. Her manner was calm, and her aura suggested that thousands of years of wisdom resided within her. She was powerful. Frightening. More so because of her height, nearly seven and a half feet of graceful slimlined glory.

"What have you done to my parumprivigna?"

"Well your grace," Robin began as he was the first to recover himself, "She's been attacked by something. We don't actually know by what or who."

"We think it was a vamp –oof" the shapeshifter began as he was once again cut off by a well placed elbow.

The godlike woman knelt beside Raven and glanced over her before looking back at them.

"Perhaps, you should start from the beginning…"

So this is a long prologue... bare with it. Also, comic verse Azar is not immortal, didn't have wings, was really old and wrinkly, and died when Raven was still on Azarath but in the show she was never talked about and come on folks, this is a fanfiction. Plus there may be a point to it. Later.

Also, the next chapter, the first chapter as it were, will take us back to the relative beginning. Confusing, I know, but I believe in you. You can handle it you smart reader you.

ALSO also, the title roughly translated means the equivalent of "demon rising"or "rising evil". I'm not usually one for titles like that but for this story I made an exception, hope y'all don't mind.

One final thing, I take my writing seriously so if any of you see any sort of mistake or inaccuracy or contingency flaw, LET ME KNOW SO I CAN SEE ABOUT FIXING IT.

That is all. Read & Review if you want to.