A/N: Hey everyone. Just so you know, I'm going to be rewriting this story chapter by chapter simply because there were too many plot errors and it's over a year old. I am a better writer now then then and I want to do this properly. Most of the chapters here were not long or detailed enough. I will be keeping the submitted OC's and have their outlines merge with the story. Sorry for any disruption. Please send me a PM with any questions. Thank you, -DAR
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Prologue:
The music blasted louder than a jet take off as the man opened the door and walked in. The smell of sweat and beer filled his nose with a frightening amount of clarity. He could smell the arousal of the couple dancing not to subtly in the corner. He watched for a moment as they seemed to be in a trance that they were the only ones in the room. "Mortals!" he sneered in his mind, "All it takes is a couple of low alcohol drinks to get them brainless. To take over this demention would be easy for the lowest daemon." He shook his head in amusement as his long black hair swung into view. he made his way to a corner that was half hidden in shadows. There was already a man sitting there calmly, as if he did these kind of deals every night in a place like this. The first man sat down across from him and mentioned to the empty air beside him with a cocked eyebrow.
"What? No bodyguards for you, Mr. Wilson?" He smirked and waved away a pretty waitress who had come to see if there was anything she could do for the handsome stranger. the other man was clearly the elder, having gray streaks to his black hair. A scar ran up the length of his face on the right side with an eye patch covering it. His solitary, ice blue eye looked at the man with a look that just spelt danger. Wilson seemed to take the man's words into consideration, pausing long enough to think about an appropriate answer.
"I didn't think you'd take it kindly if I did. In addition to the fact that I am not afraid of you." The man smirked and replied,
"You are right on that account, Wilson. I would think you weren't the right person for this job. Now are you ready for the details?" Wilson cocked an eyebrow and fixed his cold eye on the man. He took that as a go ahead. "I want the addresses of the original Teen Titans. I want details of their worst nightmares. I want to take them down and you're going to help me. For you're payment, I will give you what you seek most: an apprentice that will not betray you." Looking at Wilson with the most darkest intentions, he said in an eerily dangerous voice, "If you even think about backstabbing me or ruining my plans, I will hunt you down and burn you with flames that make hell's look like the north pole. I will be watching you closely and will be saving a seat for you personally in hell. I will even escort you there myself!" With that he tossed a necklace on the table and got up to leave. "You will be needing this to control her when she arrives at your place. Trade it in for the one she wears herself."