Author's Notes: Ah, yes, I've decided to do a new layout, notes being before the story, eh? Makes cliffhangers more.. cliffy. So.. I shall warn you first, this is quite long. Long paragraphs and such. I'm not very good. But heck. If you successfully read all of this without pausing, or going back to it at a later time, let me congratulate you. Oh, and I hope you guys understood my epilogue on FP, you comic savvy fans know better than to doubt who was at the wedding. X3 Enjoy.
Oh And some keynotes you readers need to read! (Oh, and I had to edit this chapter because I got her age wrong.)
So in the beginning of Fallen Prey it was Cyborg-18, Raven/Robin-17, Starfire/BB-16.
After Raven disappeared and she became Ravager, it was Cyborg-19, Raven/Robin-18, Starfire/BB-17
Epilogue of Fallen Prey they were Cyborg-21, Raven/Robin-20, Starfire/BB-19
Heh, I had confused myself. But here it is to clear it up. :)
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Things you absolutely need to know before you read the next chapter!
(aka meanings and explanations!)
The upper arm stripes; It shows status. 6 stripes showed that you were Lucial's right hand man. Six stripes and a star beneath it meant that you were The Devil himself, since some knew not what he looked like. Five stripes showed you as a General, and some in favor of Lucial. Four meant Lieutenant General, leader of separate armies. Three showed that you were a Major General, and an important person. Two only demanded respect from demons. One showed that you were either a demon, since some looked like humans and needed to be separated from the damned, or a lowly devil that would be treated the same as any other demon.
The Pit; It's like.. Death in Hell. Its lower then Hell were Death's flames await for you. You die. And you don't come back. Unless you're summoned. It's silence. It's darkness. It's Hell's death. Only demons and devils, that are either killed as punishment or simply killed go there, since the damned mortals are forever tortured in Hell.
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Fallen Prey II : Alis Volat Propiis
(Ltn. She flies with her own wings.)
Disclaimer: Summary:
I do not own the Teen Titans.
I stared into the abyss and I blinked.
My eyes widened as realization dawned on me. I was here.. yet again. Except it was for eternity.
Fallen Prey sequel. Raven centered fiction.
Author is a first time writer, any mistakes or creative criticism is greatly appreciative.
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CHAPTER ONE
Ad infinitum. Ltn. To infinity without end.
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A groan escapes my mouth as I feel the uncomfortable earth beneath my body. Suddenly, I am swept away by my memories, the very memories that I've tried so hard to suppress. to forget. The reality is that, I am dead. Where I am.. I have a pretty good idea. The warmth of hellfire greets my skin as my limbs grow conscious of its surroundings. I dare not open my eyes, fear gripping the insides of my body. I am... home. A home that was never my own. Yet.. the very being of my existence calls to it.
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She inhaled the scent of the burning carcases, the devouring flames, the brimstone. The young woman opened her eyes slowly, as if she was afraid. Deep amethyst eyes staring into the everlasting abyss that she will be eternally staying in. And she blinked.
Raven tiredly stood up, her skintight ravager outfit apparently still on her. She closed her eyes as her face was doused in hot air, the smell of the inferno scarring itself onto her.
The ground her feet stood upon ended a few feet in front of her, the magnificent, yet horrific view of hell taking her breath away. The lowly demons working on the ground, bigger muscled demons whipping them on the back, commanding them. This was all she could see for miles on end.
Raven looked to her left, it looked to be a Gothic castle. It was wide in its length. Embers of fire at its ground. The windows alit with an orange fiery glow as if the castle itself was on fire. She pursed her lips together as she turned her head around, the walls that surround this.. pit, seemed to be made of.. flesh. Live.. crying, human, flesh. The wall also had some random land sticking out of it. It was everywhere. Only small though, ten by ten ft or so. Raven looked down to where she was standing, it seemed she was on one of them.
'Please missus! Help me!' Raven's nearly jumped from the voice behind her as she was faced with flesh filled wall. She covered her mouth as her eyes widened, the woman's face was half gone, the flesh hanging off, blood dripping to the ground, and yet.. she was still alive. She looked to be in her late twenties.
'Please missus! Help me out of here! I swear on my daughter's life that I shall commit no sin! Missus!' The unnamed womans screamed echoed through the large underground cave like hell as her face was buried beneath by more screaming faces.
"Do not mind their screams, you soon learn how to ignore their petty cries." A deep voice hearkened behind her.
Raven startled, quickly turned around, her fists, to her surprise, were glowing with ebony flames of power. But died out when her eyes drank in the person in front of her.
"Oh, I apologize if I've frighten you, young one." The man, about 6'11, almost a foot taller than Raven, wore a silver chest plate with light engravings on the front, a large curvy 'M' was noticeable also. He had silver armor on his shins, legs, and on his shoulders. Underneath, he wore a red flappy shirt. A black skirt like cloth covered his thighs, though black pants were shown underneath if you looked hard enough since the armor covered it. Leather straps covered the skirt itself, as if for protection.
His arms were bare except for armored gauntlets, his red shirt stopping mid upper arm. A sheath and a large sword hung on his hip. Large boots until his knee. His face was.. mature. Chiseled features, squared jaw, dark wavy locks that reached, as she noticed, until maybe upper back or so. No face hair though..
Her eyes drank in all of this, though pausing on his chest plate.. the large m.. Reminded her of Malchior's armor. She brought her eyes toward his, gulping down a whimper. He seemed so intimidating, yet.. something else. His face held an amused expression with his arms folded against his chest.
"My name is Mephistopheles. Second in command of the infernal regions." His voice was large, one that commanded attention. Yet it held a hint of laughter.
Raven took a quick intake of breath. Second in command.. Her hands aflame with black as her hands clenched into fists at her side. She didn't know what he would want.. Especially if he is so high in power.
"Are you not going to introduce yourself young woman? It is only common manners." Mephistopheles smirked.
"..Why would the second in command see to my welcome? Surely, not just to know my name." Raven said through gritted teeth.
The man mocking looked up in the air, his fingers tapping his chin, "I am wondering that myself. For Lucial to send his second in command to see.." Mephistopheles looked back down, and let his eyes wander her body. "..You. You must be quite a delicacy then. Come child, give your name."
"I have no need nor desire to reveal my name to you." Raven's eyes narrowing as she growled out her words.
Mephistopheles just stared at her, "You're quite feisty woman."
"Don't call me woman! I have a name!" Shit. She inwardly scolded herself for her lack of thinking.
The man smirked, knowing what she was thinking, "If you give me your name, woman, then I'd have no need to call you that."
Raven only scowled.
"Ah, yes, well, Lucial is waiting for your arrival. Come now."
Before Raven could comprehend his tight grip on her wrist, he had already let go as fast as he had taken her.
Raven grunted as she stumbled, she then looked up and instantly saw the throne. She glared at devil occupying it.
"You will kneel Woman." Mephistopheles said as he bowed to his master.
Raven narrowed her eyes at the man on the throne. She folded her arms against her chest. Voice low, "I kneel to no one."
The man on the throne smirked and stood up, stepping slowly down his seat. Instantly appearing in front of the woman.
"I like this one Mephistopheles, already daring to defy me." The man took Raven's chin in his thumb and forefinger. She quickly jerked her head away from his grasp, earning a chuckle from the man in front of her. He stepped back and bowed lightly, "I apologize, I am Lucial. First to fall from heaven itself."
Raven's hands loosened, by her glare remained. 'Great. The Devil himself.' Sarcasm still coursing through her veins.
"Do you give this kind of welcome to everyone who enters your kingdom?" Raven snarled out.
"Actually no, you're quite special."
"Only demons then? I'm flattered." Raven deadpanned. Red X once said to her, 'You'd talk back to the Devil himself, wouldn't you?' 'Damn right, I would.' She thought to herself.
His laugh was overpowering, his head thrown back. He composed himself and looked at her, his stare boring into her.
"Raven, my dear, demon you are not."
Raven's face faulted. Her face shown shock. Her mouth agape. What was she then.. The fact that he knew her name has passed her.
As if reading her very thoughts, Lucial turned to sit back on his throne, as he sat, Raven and Mephistopheles instantly was in front of him. Lucial looked at her, amusement in his eyes.
"Do you know the difference between Devils and Demons, child?"
Raven closed her mouth, her face emotionless. "Yes." Why she was answering him.. she didn't know. His voice.. just had a.. tone to it that needed to be answered. Of course she knew the difference between devils and demons! She was part demon of course! Wait, she thought she was.. Raven thought of what he said.. and what she knew. 'Devils are fallen angels... demons are the evil beings created by darkness.. Trigon.. is a demon.. right?'
She was brought out of her thoughts by his voice.
Lucial spoke to his second in command, Mephistopheles, though his eyes were on Raven. "She's an exact replica of her, isn't she? Beautiful. Simply, and utterly beautiful."
Raven's hands again clenched into tight fists at her sides, though no power emitted from them. "What are you saying.." She growled out.
"No matter, it seems you are your own person at the moment. Pity really. Such a beauty." Lucila brought his chin to his hand, reminiscing.
Raven closed her eyes, her hands clenched into fists at her side. Her fists trembled out of pure frustration. She growled out, low and menacing, "..I don't know what you're trying to tell me.."
Mephistopheles turned to Raven at his side, and gave his words, "What the Master is trying to enlighten you upon is that you have a very similar beauty to one of our former comrades."
Mephistopheles paused and looked at her closely, his voice quiet, almost remembering, "You look just like her.. though younger. Only eighteen winters old, no? Her hair was black though.." He chuckled, "Which is becoming of you, now that you are home."
Indeed, Raven's straight locks were slowly turning darker and darker. Raven half sighed, half growled out. Her hands loosening at her sides. Her eyes fell upon Lucial and then Mephistopheles, "Who?"
"Ah yes, well, Raven, dear. That is irrelevant. Those clothing you wear is not soft on my eyes." Lucial waved his hand.
Raven closed her eyes as something had flashed in front of her. She felt her clothes.. incinerated off her body. 'What the hell!' She thought, her eyes suddenly opening. She looked around, nothing happened..? Then she looked down and almost fainted.
Raven frowned. 'I'm in Hell.. and in a dress.. Great. Juuuuust great.' She actually did feel a bit lightheaded. Though it was the small spell, the coming to Hell, or meeting The Devil himself, she didn't know. And now this.. A dress. Great.
"Yes! Much better, you're soft on the eyes when you dress accordingly to my standards. Isn't she just a spitting image now?" Lucial commented on Raven, before giving his attention to Mephistopheles.
Mephistopheles only grinned, and let his eyes wander the young woman's body.
The said woman, Raven, frowned at Mephistopheles' wandering eyes and tugged at the armor that was around her abdomen. "Does it have to be this tight?" She promptly gave up when neither of the two devils said anything, but kept looking at her. She was in Hell. Nothing she could do about it. At least get comfortable and the silver armor is doing nothing to help that.
Raven looked down once again and let confusion adorn her face, "Why is there an 'A' on my chest?"
Indeed, there was a embedded letter 'A' on her thin armor, small swirly designs accompanied it. The armor covered the bottom half of her breasts and covered her whole abdomen, even going lower on the waist. It wrapped around, covering most of her back as well, a small dip at the top, revealing the top of her back, her lower back safely covered.
A white, slightly layered skirt emitted from under the armor and flowed to the ground. Slits that went all the way to the armor, came at the sides, revealing her legs. Two slits, though not as long as the sides, went down the front and the back of her skirt, supposedly helping her walk, so it doesn't entwine with her legs.
Her legs where covered with flexible black boots that stopped above her knees. Black gloves covered her forearms and fingers.
And nothing else. Her shoulders were bare, her neck was exposed, she even wondered for a second if she had anything under her armor. It didn't feel like it, but she couldn't feel the coldness of the metal on her chest. She thought about that for a second.
Raven tried to pick on her forearm, "Ugh, This is like a second skin." Stupid gloves, she silently added. She then brought her eyes to Lucial, her daring pose with her hands on her hips. A scorned woman's glare aiming at the devil himself.
"I do hope you're happy Devil, what am I now? A Hell whore?" Clearly not happy with her clothing. By this time, her hair had completely transformed into the ebony color. She took no notice.
Lucial only waved her off with a hand, "Please woman, none you are. You are my guest for now. After Mephistopheles shows you to your quarters, feel free to explore my wonderful kingdom. Then it shall be your home as it is ours-" The Devil paused as he kept his eyes on Raven, who in turn glared back.
"What? Don't tell me I'm-" Raven paused as if her head was struck with a blunt object, her head moving forward a bit. Immense pain fled over her body, as her hands trembled and her eyes screwed shut. Her breathing labored. She clenched her jaw down as she unconsciously bared her teeth.
Raven paid no attention to the pain in her knees as it connected to the ground, her hands desperately clutched to the ground, her fingers digging in. Her head upon the floor as well, as the ungodly pain surged through her back. Her body trembled as Mephistopheles and Lucial just kept watch. Almost amused expressions upon their faces.
The pained woman thought for a moment that it was some sort of torture toward her from them, or some initiating 'welcome to the club you hellion' process. Her jaw trembled as she applied more pressure in keeping her mouth shut from screaming. She would not give these bastards the pleasure of her wail. Moisture formed at the corner of her eyes.
She felt as if she was about to pass out from the immense pain, when she heard cracking bones from behind her. Only then did she overpass the pain and notice that the flesh of her back was tearing itself. Her dark orbs opened and widened as she opened her mouth and gasped for air as if she was a fish out of water.
The pain! It was shocking, frightening, horrific pain. She regained the feeling in her hands and noticed that all the pain concentrated on her back. She continued to gasp for air, as the bones continued to crackle, as if her very spine was rearranging itself.
Then release. Something she heard fluttered behind her and she suddenly felt a large weight upon her. She opened her eyes, the pain was gone, but sudden realization gave her fear of looking behind her.
'Please.. God.. Not.. those..' Irony tickling at her mind, as she pleaded with God, when she was in Hell.
"Do please stand up woman, I know the pain is gone, I am The Devil, I know everything. Sitting there like a deceased angel does nothing to please me." Lucial sighed as Raven didn't move. He motioned to Mephistopheles with a hand, "Help the girl stand, will you? I'd like to see the final outcome."
Raven paid no attention as she felt Mephistopheles bring her to her feet. 'The girl? THE GIRL? I'm a goddamn woman you stupid devil! Oh no..' Her thoughts were interrupted as a black feather fell in front of her face and toward the ground.
She gaped at it. And then closed her eyes, her wings slightly moving then folding against her back. Raven opened her eyes again.
".. Wings.." Barely a whisper. She was still shocked. Her mind drowning out Lucial's words.
"Mephistopheles, bring her to her quarters, make sure she has at least a sword to fend off any stray hellions."
Mephistopheles bowed, and straightened, "Yes, right away Sir." Since they were so close, he regarded Lucial almost like a commander, not as a master.
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Raven laid face down on her bed, her wings folded against her back. The room was what you'd expect visiting the queen of London and staying at her castle. Marble floors, four post bed, velvet curtains. Though the window showed Hell not the sky.
She was tired beyond anything. Hell. Mephistopheles. Lucial. Wings. And now living quarters! What was happening!
A soft knock interrupted her thoughts as she looked up from her sheets and stared at the door. Then at her sword that was also on her bed. Mephistopheles had given it to her, saying if there was any problem, she could handle it herself. Though it was just a simple plain silver sword, it was still a sword.
Raven grabbed the hilt of it and sat up, sitting on her legs, and hesitated, "Come in."
Her grip loosened when a woman stuck her head in first, maybe 24, she had dark brown dreadlocks and a simple black dress on. Her skin was a bit tan. She fully entered the room and smiled at Raven and bowed.
"I am Tabitha. Your maidservant from now on Miss."
Raven was shocked, she looked human! She let her grip on her sword loosen, "..Are you.. human?"
Tabitha grinned, and closed the door, walking more into the room, and setting the towels she brought on the dresser opposite the bed, "Yep, died.. 1924. Been here ever since. Lucial took kindness in me and let me stay in the castle, though only as a servant. Better than being out there, you know."
Raven simply stared as Tabitha grinned wider and stood in front of her at the end of the bed, her hands on her hips. "I know how the modern world is, word gets around, and personally, I like talking like this more than my boring old manners. Pfft!"
Raven continued to stare. She blinked. "I assume that's your room then?" She nodded behind Tabitha, who in turn, turned around to find a closed door.
Tabitha smiled, "Sure is lady. I mean, uh, Miss."
Raven smiled, "It's okay, I'm not much of a former woman either. No formalities needed. I'm Raven by the way."
The servant grinned and sat on the bed, staring at Raven's face. "Wow, you really do look like her. A bit younger, I have to say. But the face is unmistakable."
Raven's smile faulted a bit, "Everybody keeps saying, who in hell do I look like?" No pun intended, no less.
Tabitha nodded and ignored the question, "You sure you're not her daughter?"
Raven sighed heavily and closed her eyes, letting her body drop back to the bed, her face in the sheets, she mumbled, "I'm not even sure who everybody is talking about. Ugh," Raven reached behind her and scratched her wings. "I hate this.."
Tabitha stood from the bed, "I hear you're a first in here, so I'm guessing you're new to all the things. Don't worry Raven, I'm here to help!" She said, full of enthusiasm. Some might even say she'll remind you of a tone down version of an alien.. "Let's get those wings back in first."
Raven looked up, surprise evident on her face, "I can put them back in?"
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A woman grunted as she slashed her way through the horde of hellions. The simple silver sword in her hands. A cry of pain fled through the humid air as the demon's head fled off its shoulders. She threw her sword to her left hand and thrust her right first into an unsuspecting creature's jaw.
The creature fell to the floor with a moan. The woman smirked as she shook her fist and sheathed her sword on her back. She let her eyes wander the room. It looked to be some sort of conference room. A few remaining demons sat at the table, frightened and aware, some even daring to look at the carnage that was their bodyguards.
The woman cleared her throat, getting the attention of the few demons, the one she knocked to the floor scurrying to sit on a chair. She stood at the end of the table. Blood was everywhere, some even splattered on her face.
The woman smiled as she gingerly wiped her fingers with her skirt. "Mhm.. Yes. Defy me and you shall go to the pit, as they had done." She waved at the bodies on the floor which were slowly turning into black blood and emitting into the ground.
One coughed trying to get her attention, which it did, and spoke, "Is there a reason as to why you had interrupted our meeting, woman?" His face held no emotion and no care for the carnage. Even daring to look a bit annoyed.
The woman responsible for the deaths only smiled, "Actually yes, I'm glad you asked, Lucial has asked me to escort a General for this army."
"But we have a General!" All eyes turned to the demon who stood up from his chair and had slammed his palms on the stone table.
A smile. A small evil smile. "Please, do sit down, there is nothing to be angered about. It changes nothing."
The demon folded his arms against his chest and glared at the woman, still standing.
The woman rolled her eyes, "Fine. Don't. It'll make your fall harder." As she said this she fingered a dagger that was on the table, twirling it on the surface, her eyes still on the demon.
"What in the devil's name do you-" Thump.
All eyes turned to either the spot where he stood, or where his body now laid to boil. A dagger's hilt sticking out of his throat. He struggled for a few seconds, then stopped moving. Dead.
The woman cleared her throat once again, eyes turned toward her. She laid her palms on the table as she leaned forward, and titled her head to the side, "Any more interruptions?"
Silence.
"Good. Now as I was saying.." She straightened and folded her arms against her back, "You have a new General. As your previous one is.. unavailable." A demon looked to the floor where a dead hellion laid, his uniform clearly that of a leader.
"If there are any more.. misunderstandings, please give your statement."
"Lucial has sent you?" It was the calm one.
"Personally." The woman smirked.
The calm one nodded, "Are we done?"
The woman nodded, but another voice raised through out the room, "What is your name woman?" Though the demon had a guess.. there were always rumors.. stories.. even legends they say.
The woman only smiled and the double doors behind her opened and Mephistopheles walked in and stood beside her, his arms folded against his chest. His face held no emotion.
Her smile disappeared, "My name is irrelevant for the moment, but it is my face you should remember. Let it strike fear in your stone hearts, and be grateful for your pitiful lives." Her hard voice echoed in the room. No one dared to move.
Then as if she was possessed, she smiled once again and in a ..happy tone, "I'll be taking my leave Gentleman." She turned halfway then back at them, "Oh, this is your new General, be nice boys." She patted Mephistopheles on the back and left the room.
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The same woman who had only slaughtered a few moments ago exited the main doors and bent one of her shoulders forward, Crack. The the other, Crack. Black wings, together, with the wingspan of a bus' length, flapped once, letting loose feathers fall to the floor.
A pained scream filled through the air.
The woman frowned and narrowed her eyes at a certain spot at the mines. She bent her knees, both wings aiming upward, then jumped.
Whispers were traded among the demons and damned as the woman flew closer. Her black wings and clothing recognizable. Hushed words continued to silence the mining, as they stopped their work to watch.
'It's Her!' .. 'They say she can kill hundreds in one swipe..' .. 'Avnas is her name.' .. 'She's the only woman who is powerful' .. 'I heard that her wings can slice you in half!' .. 'She comes sometimes to kill, it's like a meal' .. 'Rumor is that if someone screams bloody murder, she comes for you.' .. 'Isn't she the queen?' .. 'I thought She was the devil once..' .. 'Lucial picked her himself, they say.'
The woman landed a few feet where a damned woman laid on the ground trembling. A demon towered over her with a whip that was raised, unfortunately for him, he obviously did not hear the commotion around him.
The woman walked toward them, the demon oblivious to the silence that had come. The woman stopped a few feet behind the demon.
"Damned whore! This'll teach you to mess with me! I should just send you to the flames of the pit!" The demon spat at the damned woman, who's eyes went back and forth between her torturer and the woman. He rose his whip higher-
"Excuse me, is there a problem?" The woman's voice was commanding yet feminine.
The demon froze. As the realization of the silence and stares flooded into him. His hand and whip stayed in the air, and he moved his eyes around, seeing as some were staring at him, and at something behind him. It was a woman's voice.. sounded annoyed..
The woman lifted her left arm, 5 half inch black strips went around her upper arm. As if it was tattooed on.
The hand went to the hilt behind her left shoulder. Some of the damned humans gasped and the demon with the whip straightened his back. "Leave us woman, this is none of your concern." Though his voice betrayed him and showed a hint of fear.
The slim fingers curled around the ebony hilt and pulled the sword out its sheath and pointed the end at the demon's back. "Whip her once again and you shall feel nothing but the pit's fires before the leather can touch her back."
The demon growled and lifted the whip higher and brought it down on the damned woman.
Swoosh. Thump.. ..Thump.
The woman, known as Avnas was crouched with both hands on her hilt and her bloodied sword pointing to the ground at her side. Her face stared at the space where the demon was. The upper body had fallen first, then the lower. Sliced from shoulder to waist. Silence followed.
The damned woman opened her eyes now, her lip trembling and staring at the remains of the demon.
Avnas straightened her body, her eyes on the carnage. Swipe. Splatters of the blood on her sword slid off her sword and into the ground. She sheathed it once again.
Her black wings spanned upward, and with one last look, Avnas took flight. A lone whisper coming from none other but the damned woman,
'They call her.. ..The Raven..'
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It's been almost two years since my arrival, and I only know that because of the incoming damned, and I have to lower myself as such to ask what year it is. Time here is either extremely slow or too quick for me to comprehend.
I know not what is becoming of me, whether it is my true conscious or my hell blood, I am beginning to enjoy the adrenaline of killing. And my sympathy for the damned and pained screams is slowly fading away into oblivion, though I try to desperately to hold on to it, I cannot help but smirk and think, 'You deserve being here' to those that arrive.
My hope of escaping the abyss were slowly shattered when I asked almost everybody if there was a gateway or portal. None they known of. But my shattered hope had remade itself when an elder demon had been speaking stories of a door that led to Earth a few weeks ago. Since then I have been trying to get more information.
But it seems to be a futile task as no one knows of such a thing. Lucial and Mephistopheles had first worried of my insistent stubbornness of escape but it soon fled as time went on and noticed that I had started to enjoy the ecstasy of Hell's pleasures.
The bloodshed. It's becoming of me. I fear for my humanity. Even as Hell is slowly consuming it and leaving only hell blood.
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"Raven! Raven! It's here! It's here!" Tabitha's hushed but hurried voice woke me from my sleep. I grunted and stood from my bed walking toward the opened door where Tabitha was holding long package wrapped in deep blue cloth.
I closed the door, "Don't be so loud Tabitha, set it on the bed." Tabitha nodded and set the item on the bed and sitting next to it.
"Hurry, come on Raven, I'd like to see it, I didn't even peek!"
I sighed and sat on the bed, even though inside was almost as excited as her. I bit my lip and held the edge of the blue clothing.. felt like silk.
"You sure this is it?" I cautiously ask before I do anything else.
Tabitha had received a message from Mephistopheles saying that he finally found 'it' and wanted it delivered to Raven immediately.
"If you don't open it lady, I sure as heck will."
I rolled my eyes and lifted the silk revealing.. two ebony sheathes. I ran my fingers over the material and was sure that this wasn't wood or metal but some sort other protective covering..
Even while in its shield, Raven stared at the beauty of the sword. The hilt was emitting from the sheathe and it was of ebony color, it had the look of wrapped leather, but when Raven wrapped her fingers around it, it was not leather, felt smooth and hard. The end of the hilt looked metal and small design and carved outwards.
Raven held the sheathe in one hand and the hilt in the other. She bit her lip at the beauty. Claws curled outward at the other end of the hilt where it met with the sheathe, embedded designs carved in intricate symbols.
She pulled it out of it sheathe and marveled at the glint of the sword. It had pure black streak going down the blade.
'I can't wait to try these out..' She paused, '..Well. There's proof my humanity is dying out.' Then she grinned, 'I wonder if this will slice through Mephistopheles' armor..'
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A few months later.
Her breaths came in short gasps as she stood in front hundreds of battle demons, these ones held scythes. Her grip tightened Alabaster and Ebony, her two swords she had named, though they looked completely the same, she could still tell one from the other, she though they at least deserved to be put in the same sheathe they came in.
Six stripes covered her upper arm.
A growl emitted from her throat as her eyes spanned on her enemies. She had finally found a way out and these bastard hellions were the only thing standing in her way, she did not come this far to be beaten by these fools!
With a cry she charged towards those who were closer to her, some tensed as they knew of her strength, some not as they knew not who she was.
Slice. Slice. Slice. Slice. Slice. Stab. Thump. Thump. Thump. The sounds and falls were endless. Though the clashing of metal against metal were few since there was only one against hundreds.
Some wounds on her arms and abdomen from her previous fight had reopened and started to bleed, weakening her state. Her armor had been cracked and fallen off a few hours ago. Her white skirt had turned one into brown and tattered. Dirt mixed with blood over her body, whether it was hers or her opponent, she didn't know.
She growled as she brought Ebony, her right hand sword, down upon a neck, and leaving no time to see if the demon died, she twirled around quickly to stab another in the stomach with Alabaster. She ducked as a scythe swiped inches above her head.
Slice.
Her wings went through a demon as she lowered herself. Her anger rose when a scythe sliced her calve, the feathers of her wings growing sharper and her body going rigid. She wouldn't last long with all the blood lost.
"Damn you!" Alabaster twirled on her left to be parallel with her elbow, she brought the edge beside her swiftly, the gravity and force of her sword the only thing she knew that it met with flesh.
Her knees bent down as Ebony sliced through calves. She jumped a one hand spring and gave a roundhouse kick to a jaw. Her wings going with her body, slicing as it went by. She stood, limped, and covering her abdomen with her lower arm, sword still in hand.
Eyes with the devil's glare pierced through the demons. She swiped her sword out, and demons were thrown back by her power.
Sudden pain filled her back as she looked to side where she saw a blur of black. The tip of a black wing laid on the ground, its feathers going soft and useless. Stunned, she did not see the incoming demon.
"Take her down!" Outcries of war overcame her senses as her back was suddenly met with the ground. Demons flooded over her, eager to take a swipe at the fallen woman.
Her vision darkened, and she desperately swung her swords and powers to get those that were on her to the pit.
She screamed as a scythe hooked itself to the side of her stomach and pulled out a chunk of flesh.
That was it. She was staring straight into the eyes of death, and yet..
The dog pile of demons were covered in darkness, they had no chance to ponder this as their flesh was separated from their bones, instantly killing them. The hellion blood and chunks flew outward from the middle.
Demons that were lucky to be still alive stepped back. Shocked from the sudden power.
Avnas stood from her kneeled position. Her skirt had been sliced to barely nothing. Her eyes were black as death, even the white part. Her face was emotionless, it showed no pain, even though her wounds continued to bleed. Though what was more surprising was the third wing in the middle of her back. It looked like her other ones, but none had ever seen a third.
Her aura pulsed around her, it was so strong that even the demons could feel it, it suffocated them, choked the air.
The hands around the hilt of Alabaster and Ebony tightened, and then she screamed.
Her head was tilted back and her eyes screwed shut, moisture of tears at the corners. Her mouth was wide open and let out a horrific wail. A pained, tortured, angered sound. Her body floated a few feet off the ground, with her arms outstretched, still clutching the swords. Her aura was now physically visible, it throbbed around her body and wings which were outstretched and sharp. Her body was rigid, but she continued to yell. Her black aura spun faster around her body in a ball, even covering her wingspan.
Then a shock wave. All the built up power in that second vibrated through the air, going through the flesh and body of the demons, instantly burning the creatures. And as quick as it had come, it had left.
The charred bones of demons were still in the air in running postures and defending stances. As Avnas dropped to the ground on her knees, the bones then turned to ashes as if a wind blew through them.
That was how fast everything had happened in the past few seconds.
Avnas gasped for breath as her body ached. She stabbed Ebony and Alabaster into the ground and used it to help herself to stand.
Imagine her shock when the last thing she remembered doing was being underneath dozens of demons and then to be faced with their ashes and weapons.
Avnas, not so gracefully, succeeded in standing up and turned behind her to look upon the large double doors that was so heavily guarded before. It stood twenty feet tall and marble and chained encasing. She stumbled to it, still shock of the raw power she had just felt.
The doors creaked heavily as she pushed on the doors with both hands, though her swords were still in them. A blinding light emitted from the room and Avnas covered her eyes with her forearm. Now or never.
She stepped forward.
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Avnas groaned and unconsciously clutched her fingers together, not noticing that one hand clutched air. She was on her back, but she was so tired.. so tired. Avnas turned her body to her right, her stomach connecting to the ground. Her right hand, that had Ebony went above her head and she used her left arm to support herself. Her head was hanging down, her hair in her face. She could feel a slight wind.
She used her right arm with her sword to support herself, as she lifted her left hand to her throbbing temple and finally brought her eyes upward.
...was that.. ..Clark Kent?
Her final thought before her head met with the ground, unconscious once again.