Prologue

It is unknown when the age of Gods began, for all accounts they have always existed. They come from a realm parallel to ours. Their advancements, light years ahead. Among these beings of legends, an intergalactic space demon called Trigon, holds a place in their myths.

Trigon, a monster of pure evil, inhabits a planet of darkness and flame called Azarath. It is there he stands as a God among it's people, watching them all with his ever watchful four yellow glowing eyes. Many neighboring planets would be wise to fear his power. On the planet of Azarath, Trigon resides in a dark kingdom. There is no day or night, no joy or happiness, only the word of Trigon.

Despite his rule being eternal, the planet he resides is not. It has been called many things, the apocalypse, raganarok, or the end of days. To those under Trigon, they have come to call it, Zinthos. But in order to bring on this end or 'Zinthos,' Trigon must do the one thing he despises. He must create a life. Metreon as he or she is called, is the key to open up the unfortunate world chosen by Trigon to grant him access to that world for him to take. To the universe's dismay, Azarath has begun falling apart…

Chapter 1

As an infant, Raven was left with a young woman called Roth. Besides her name, she didn't remember much about life before she came to the castle. On her third birthday, she was taken out of the slums of Azarath to live with her father. It was there her father stood above its people and ruled this world with a burning fist.

For twelve long years, Trigon had trained his daughter in the dark arts to fulfill the destiny that he had placed on her. The young woman had fallen in to apathy as her powers grew. Growing up, Raven did not have the luxury of companions or seeing beyond the walls of her father's castle. Though it would have never made a difference, the planet itself was nothing but fire and darkness. Her only glimpses of a world beyond her world were through books. Despite them all being mostly about the planets her father had taken. They had opened up a small hope that she would one day be free of this prison. But that would not last, time have past and that hope had been long forgotten.

It was a day unlike any other. As the planet began showing signs of deterioration, Trigon ventured through space to find the next suitable planet in which to call the next Azarath. In her father's absents, Raven spent most of her time reading. The young woman didn't exactly enjoy the break but she didn't necessarily hate it either. It had been almost two week, but soon word had broken out that her father was returning that very day. The stoic girl continued to read; the red demon never did care if she was to greet him upon his return. Looking over to the lantern on her desk, she noticed the flame flickering. She immediately knew she was not alone. Over on the floor, her shadow seemed a little off. She slammed her book closed and looked over to the shadow. The shadow remained still as she turned to face the off shape.

"Oh what a clever girl she is, isn't she Obsi?" A shadowy figure emerged off the dark form.

"Yes… yes… master would be so proud." The other emerged. Both began moving closer to the girl. Raven lifted up the lantern and both began to back away from the light it bore.

"Thief and Obsidian… my father's lackeys…" She placed the lantern down. "…What do guys want?" Raven asked, her tone showing that it was obviously a rhetorical question.

"Master has returned… did you not hear?" One of them spoke. The young lady simply stared blankly at the two indistinguishable forms. "The master would like an audience with you." Again Raven stood silently. For a moment they looked to each other and back to the girl. Slowly, she turned to the lantern and blew out the candle engulfing them all in pitch darkness.

Trigon sat waiting in his grand hall room, walls covered with blood red drapes and the room well lit with fire pits all over the halls. His journey through space had been long. Scratching behind his red pointed ear he yawned as he waited for his order to be fulfilled. Moments later he noticed a small black bird glide in his direction. The bird's eyes very much like his shined a very menacing red. The small bird casted a large shadow that seemed to engulf all of the light it passed. Landing on to the ground, a girl emerged from the small crow.

"Father." Raven lowered her head in to a bow as she stood before the demon. Beneath her, like spilt ink crawling along the floor two figures sprouted like weeds next to the grey young woman. Like Raven, they too bowed down to their crimson master.

"I've sent you two on an easy task and yet I had to wait?" The red monster looked to the two.

"We told her as soon as we could my lord." One of the figures spoke. Trigon glared, all four of his eyes began shining brightly, spilling all over his forehead. "Thief or Obsidian?… I can never tell you two apart…" He rose from his throne. "Well which ever you are… let this be a reminder for who ever isn't the one getting punished." His eyes grew even brighter and the one that remained silent spontaneously combusted and disappeared as the fire faded. "Now, leave me alone with my daughter." He said calmly. The shadowy figure stretched in to the air and shouted. His scream was immediately cut off as he exploded and disappeared. Looking over to his daughter he smiled, "good to be the king." "Had I waited any longer I would have to send you to the core prison as I did to that shadow, Thief."

The grey lady slightly twitched from the comment. She looked to her father and nodded. Despite the lack of resemblance, Raven had accepted that this beast was her father. He was almost humanoid in shape, two arms and legs, but what made the grand difference were the antlers on his head, his eyes and the red skin tone.

"Raven, my daughter, I bring you a gift." With a wave of his hand, Trigon presented his daughter with a practically naked girl that looked about the same age as her. Raven only took a glance but was more focused on her father. The girl stood fairly tall but seemed ridiculously dainty compared to the red monstrous man that stood beside her.

"She is a Tamaranean and a perfect slave to keep you on your toes." He directed his daughter to her. "A baring gift, their queen has graciously given her to us." Grabbing the young girl he threw her to his daughter's feet. Keeping her head down, the Tamaranean slowly rose to her feet to stand beside Raven. Raven again took a quick glance. Despite their exchanged glance being quick, Raven had taken enough of the girl's appearance. The slaves green eyes made her feel a hiccup with in her self. Raven quickly returned from her thoughts, she bowed to her father and grabbed the taller girl's collar with her shadowy telekinesis.

"One more thing." Trigon spoke before Raven could leave. "I wish for you to train a bit more later, please don't be late." Glaring to his daughter, Raven felt a burning sensation in the back of her left hand, looking upon the spot she had found her hand charred. "That's for keeping me waiting!"

The young girl trembled. She held her breath trying to quell her screams of pain. If getting burnt didn't hurt enough, her hand quickly healing hurt just as bad. Nodding and then lowered to a bow, Raven turned to leave her father once more.