Terra woke up. All around her were flames, licking at her calves. It was sweltering hot and she was very grateful that at least half of the bandage-like things on her apprentice uniform were ripped of. A second later, she realized where she was.
"Shit."
"And that's part of the reason you're here, young lady. Mostly it was the whole I-shall-betray-the-Titans-and work-for-Slade deal, but the swearing tipped the balance all the way over." said a voice, sounding oddly like he was speaking into a microphone that was hooked up to speakers all over. In other words, surround-sound. "Now, before you are assigned to your room, should you choose to sleep in it or not is not my problem, any questions?"
"I-"
"None? Good, your room number is 20, NEXT!"
"Mother fu-"Terra stared to mumble, however, she stopped as soon as she ran into someone. Terra looked up, and saw the hottest guy she had seen in hell as of yet.
"Such language from such a beautiful girl! Malchior of Null at your service." said the hot and papery guy.
"I'm Terra."
"Terra? Raven spoke of a "Terra." Tell me; are you of any relation to the Teen Titans?"
"Raven? She was always such a witch!"
"Yes, indeed she was. Pray tell, what did the little hag do to a beauty such as you?"
"She was a witch while I was with the Titans. I think she was on to my apprenticeship to Slade."
"Ah, I see. Well, perhaps you would like to see your room? And possibly even mine?" Malchior winked suggestively.
"I'd love to."
I am a deranged person, am I not? No, despite what you may think, this will not be a lemon. I can't write those! I am in fact, not that perverse. This is a totally weird pairing, yes, but I wanted to see how it would turn out. I was planning on making this stay a one-shot, but if people want me to continue, I will. Now that you've read this, why don't you give it a go? I want to see you try a MalchiorxTerra fic, so I don't hafta read only my perspective! Come on, you know you wanna! And By the way, Please review, not flame because the pairing has scarred you for life.
