( I don't own the Teen Titans.)
Trigon's DaughterShe tossed and turned. Sweat drenched her sheets, made her dark purple hair stick to her pale forehead. In her mind a battle was lost. Bodies of heroes lay dead where they fell. Some were fresh, with blood pooling. Others were older, putrefaction betraying their age.
As an observer to her dreamscape, Raven was held prisoner to the scene. Humans who had survived by not defying the invader were given over to their animal instincts. This was not chaos; this was something more. Hell would envy what was witnessed through the fish-eyed lens of tear soaked eyes.
The smell was something she could taste. The sound was a feeling in the pit of her sickened stomach. Cries of agony reached her ears, nearly overpowering but not, the sweet voice that whispered in her ear.
Her own voice, but not, Raven would never sound so seductive. "This is your destiny, your inheritance, it is in you. He is in you. You will succumb. You will be transformed into yourself eventually." Her dream-self took Raven's ear lobe between her teeth playfully.
Her four-eyed doppelganger smiled as she pulled away, knowing Raven was trying to ignore all of it. The destruction, the decay, the decadence, it was overpowering, impossible.
For a moment she focused on the lurking figure in the distance. Even from this far away (roughly a mile, she thought) he was huge. Stomping through his new kingdom, his newest conquest, he was terribly magnificent. Horned and covered in blood of innocents, Raven's father settled into his throne (the rubble of what was once Titan's Tower), and smiled at his daughter. But not at the red cloaked, laughing Raven. No, Trigon smiled at the captive, sickened Raven.
And in a voice that would shake the foundations of Heaven, he simply said "Thank You."
On weak legs Raven walked down the hallway, dawn was still to far off, and her empty room held no comfort from what she felt. Collapsing in front of a particular door she knew well, she sobbed.
Soon the green occupant awoke to her muffled cries, and rose. When Beast Boy opened his door, Raven fell into his arms. Nothing was said as he led her to his bed once more. There was nothing he could say to lessen her pain; he had learned this by now.
Beast Boy could only hold her tight, and wait for the morning to bring relief. She would eventually drift into a deep dreamless sleep. He would not. He could not.
