Hello, and Welcome to LydiasLibrary.

I promise I will try not to bore you. Let us get straight to the point as to why you are here. I am honored that you would take your time to check out my story, much less this little introduction. Now for starters so I can weed some readers out…this is a bbrae story. Sorry to say that I am not writing this based off of the Teen Titans Go (that I do not own), but rather the one I fell in love with and the one that some of you might recall which is just Teen Titans, which I also DO NOT OWN.

Like I said above, this is a bbrae (Beast Boy and Raven) story. I will include other pairings, but those will be announced later in due time. Rating may very well change from 'T' to 'M', but that will be announced later on as well.

This will also be an AU story. I will ATTEMPT to try to stick to normal character names, but real names will be referenced.

Also, I want to just say this ahead of time, this story will contain SOME church references. I will not bash or disrespect anyone's beliefs, this is just strictly for story purposes and I will not belittle, disrespect, or do any of the sorts. So please respect that. You may read and make the judgment call yourself. Thank you for your understanding.

Now that we've gotten all the blah, blah, blah stuff out of the way, we can finally get started with the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans or anything else that is not mine that I use in the story

Demon's Assassin

Prologue

Three hours. That's it. That was the time he was challenged with to complete the task at hand. There was so much that needed to be done in three measly hours. And no sloppy work either. He was well known for his precise, clean, and dependable work. He had dealt with lesser time in the past, but this particular task was the most important. There was so much more at stake for him.

Of course, the task that was called upon for him did not need to be completed today. Oh no. The proposal had been brought up just yesterday and did not need to be executed until the right time or until he was instructed to. When that time was, he did not know.

He kicked the small stray rocks on the sidewalk as he walked home. It was always an eerie walk, especially around this time of night. He shivered slightly as the cool October air kissed his body and exposed face. He has been staying in Jump City for a while, but he doesn't stay in one place for very long. With his secretive job, it required him to complete a job and then immediately move to a new location. For extra money, he would sometimes complete multiple jobs, if needed, in the same city. No small towns though, the larger the population, the lesser chance of him getting caught.

He arrived at his little apartment located in the rougher part of the city. The surrounding buildings either had their doors and windows boarded up or broken into. Digging into the pockets of his hoodie, he retrieved keys to the gate that protected the double doors. After he unlocked the gate, he made his way upstairs to the second floor where his room was located. The atmosphere of the first floor was nothing special, not in the least bit. It looked almost abandoned, but he knew otherwise. Most of the lights were burnt out leaving the small entrance room with barely any light to see with. And the floors were gray tile, which probably haven't been cleaned in years and the walls had cracked white concrete walls.

He absolutely hated living in these types of places, but they were the cheapest and less likely to be bothered by nosey people. The type of place of course had its usual type of inhabitants. He shared a floor with exotic dancers, drug dealers, and almost anyone else that would be classified to live there.

Room 204 came into view and he begins his usual routine. He starts to rummage through all the pockets of his sweat pants, looking for another key. Finally finding the correct one, he unlocks the door to his room.

An aroma of mold, old food, and faint cologne filled his senses. He almost gags. It never gets old. He flicks on the lights and takes a look around the room, remaining dead silent and does not move a muscle, it was time to start the usual routine.

The small living room contained a relatively new couch and flat screen television. Along with that, was a small glass coffee table, but the walls were white and bare aside from the small stains and peeled paint. He looked to the left of the living at the even smaller kitchen. Everything appeared to be untouched. The paper bowl still contained it contents from his early morning breakfast and various kitchen items littered the counters of the kitchen.

It was dead quiet, aside from the slight sound of the wind from outside his living room window. He didn't speak a word, but instead, had his hand on his pocket knife, ready to strike at any moment's notice. He slowly and quietly tip-toed his way down the short walkway from the front door to the living room. He held his breath as he proceeded to the door that contained his bedroom. It was slightly ajar and from the looks on the inside, was pitch dark. He really ought to remember to leave a light on or something.

He gently pushed open the door with his free while the other still securely wrapped around his pocket knife. He released the breath of air he had been holding in as he violently shoves open the door and flicks on the light.

Scanning the room with his eyes, he realized that his room was vacant. His mattress still laid on the floor with the single comforter in an unorganized manner. The semi-small dresser still held his personal belongings and other items along the top. The door to his small closet had remained open, displaying a variety of clothing hanging up and some in the small dirty clothes hamper.

Letting his guard down, he decided he would check one last place. His small bathroom, which he doubt anyone would be able to hide in.

He made his way casually to the bathroom, and took a quick look inside. It was empty.

He sighed with relief as he returned back to his bedroom to change out of his clothes for the night. He removed his hoodie rather quickly to reveal a tight black t-shirt, and then quickly took that off as well, leaving him shirtless. He decided to leave on the sweatpants, but took off his shoes and socks.

After changing into his comfortable attire, he left his room and decided that he would catch up on some news. Who knows? Maybe something interesting has happened that hadn't involved his handy work.

He plops down on the couch and retrieves the remote from the coffee table. He powers on the television and flips through the channels until it showed the news station.

"Thank you, Brian. And thank you for tuning in late tonight. Here's some nightly news for you," a female news anchor spoke out from the television.

He looked above the television to see the clock and it's time, which read 10:00. He turned his attention back to the news channel, but didn't really take in what was being shown. He had so much on his mind. He hasn't done something so potentially life changing for himself. He thought about the proposal and how much money he would bring in him for himself. Of course, he knew not to complete a full task without some sort of payment. He was promised a thousand dollars before the task and more where that came from after the task was completed. When he woke up earlier this morning, he wasn't disappointed. Before he left for the day, there was an envelope right at the entrance of his apartment room containing the thousand dollars as promised, and in cash. He didn't get to comfortable though. He was going to make sure he got most of his payment, but that comes later.

He shifts his thoughts from the payment and begins to reminiscence how he actually became what he was…an assassin.

He never asked to be an assassin. That's not exactly a job that your parents expect you to have for yourself. Parents expect you to have a good job that can support yourself and your potential wife and family. Being an assassin makes it very tough to have a wife and family. He didn't want a family. He had a family once, and that was good enough for him.

Funny thing was he was your typical high school kid. Played sports, went out on dates, enjoyed video games, and was just a go-lucky guy. It was hard to imagine those times though. He knew that he used to be outgoing, loving, caring, and all the things that make up a nice, charming guy. But after he graduated, that guy was nowhere to be found.

Now, at twenty-two, he was well known for being a stone-cold killer. But he didn't like the terms: murderer or killer. He actually preferred assassin. Assassins were still able to walk among people and try to live out their lives as much as possible, aside from taking out people for payment. He didn't get a thrill out of killing people, he actually hated it. What he did enjoy, however, is the adrenaline rush it gives him. But, he's not just assassinating people who are innocent. He refuses to kill anyone that is innocent until proven otherwise. He usually goes through a ton of research before making an agreement with someone who wants someone else taken out. Sometimes if it was a new client, he would try to get as much information about them as well.

Speaking of which, he wasn't too sure who he his next target was. Not even the slightest clue. From the information provided, it is just supposed to be completed within three hours of whenever he plans to do it. He was hoping that he may receive some sort of message or something to give him more information on his next potential victim. All he knows is that the potential client he has at the moment who was requesting the assassination is "supposedly" a real big bad guy. Even was rumored that he had ended some lives years back and was even to be known as one of the most evil men around. But that's just a rumor. The potential client had disappeared for a while and then he popped back up almost out of nowhere and requested for his help in tomorrow's act.

"Earlier today, a twenty-one year old female was brought in for questioning in regards to an incident that happened just last week where a member of her church was brutally murdered inside their home. Police say that the twenty-one year old was the last one seen leaving the church member's home before the victim was murdered. Neighbors of the victim say that she visited the victim often almost every Sunday after morning service. For privacy purposes, we have withheld the image of the twenty-one year old female suspect."

The television quickly caught his attention. He had already heard about the guy whom was murdered inside his home last Tuesday, but didn't know too much about it, nor did he really care either.

"I don't know much about the girl. Other than the fact that she would always visit on Sunday's right after their church service let out, so it was definitely strange seeing her stop by on a Tuesday," stated a neighbor whom got a quick chance to speak on the camera.

"I always warned him to get some holy water for his house, because I got an awful feeling from that girl from the first time meeting her. She's got this evil aura about her and I don't even feel comfortable with her coming into the church anymore," stated another neighbor who also attended the same church as the girl and the victim.

He continued to listen to the interviews from the neighbors and a few mutual church members of the girl and victim. After the interviews were over, it went back to the news anchor.

"Police say that they're still investigating the victim's home for any kind of evidence that could lead them to this killer. As for the twenty-one year old, further action with her will be determined by the authorities if any other evidence is found that could be linked to her. This is Suzanna Schwamm and thank you for joining us tonight."

With that, a different show began to play on his television before deciding to turn it off. He sat up and rubbed his eyes furiously before looking at the clock again.

"It's eleven already? Geez, I need to get some sleep," he muttered as he stood up from the couch.

As he was about to turn in for the night, he felt a rather annoying vibration along with a short 'ding' from his sweatpant pocket. It was his unofficial work phone. He only took it out in public in if he knew that he was alone. He decided to get one so that way if someone were to sneak a peek at his screen over his shoulder, it wouldn't be plans to slice someone's throat. Kind of puts a bad taste in people's mouth.

He pulled out his work phone to figure out who was bothering him at eleven at night. He clicked the home button and the screen lit up with a notification. It was a text message from a number not saved into the phone. He typed in his four number passcode and read the message.

"Disregard the three hours that I have allotted you for your job. I have a different plan for you to play out. Don't worry. Your payment will still be the same, if not more for handling this job correctly. I will now give you the name of the person I want taken care of. You may or may not know, but I'm sure you have heard, that a young woman has brutally murdered an innocent person. It's awful, tragic really. Killing for pleasure and with no motive is very distasteful, wouldn't you agree? Your new task now is to befriend this woman. Do whatever you need to do to make sure that you have her eating out of the palm of your hand. That's the only way you will get close to her. She poses no threat to you, I assure. The reason I would like her gone, is just solely for the fact that she has no heart for people and gets a thrill from torturing them. She gets close to people and then goes in for the kill. I want you to do the same thing to her."

He read the message and waited a couple of minutes before responding back. No one has ever requested something like this. But he also knew that this guy was different and knew what he was doing. If he wanted something done a certain way, hell, he will do it.

He quickly typed back, "We can do it your way. I'll do some more research on her. You've got to give me a name though."

Putting his phone down on the arm of the couch, he went to his bathroom to brush his teeth while waiting for a reply. He looked at the reflection in the mirror. He hated looking at himself. He absolutely hated it. He almost hated himself. But, it's what his life was now. He pulled his stare away from the mirror and began to brush his teeth. After that he went back into the living room to check his work phone. Sure enough, there was a notification back from the random number. He unlocked his phone and read it.

"Actually, I have changed my mind yet again. How about this? I will pay you way more if you don't execute her right away and you just bring her back to me and let me have the pleasure. I want the pleasure to kill her, to make her suffer."

He groaned in response to the text. This guy was super annoying now, but he just had to keep reminding himself, that it was all about the money. Noticing that he still didn't provide a name, he began to text him. In the middle of the text, the client texted him again, this time, with the information he had been waiting for.

"Her name is Rachel Roth…and I want her ALIVE when you bring her to me."

I know that this was a pretty short introduction, but I kind of like to keep my prologues short. Please let me know of any mistakes present, have any confusion, or just want to leave a sweet review! No Flames please.

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