Chapter Four: The Real Reason why Raven Left Azarath

One day, Raven was walking home from her School of Death and Destruction. She was pondering how she was going to explain the day to her father. He always asked her. And she always hated it. So for the past few months, she had been using one-word answers and then running up to her room and Demon Messaging her friends on the computer. She got home and opened the door.

"Honey! So glad to see you home!" squealed Trigon.

Raven sighed. "Hello, Daddy."

"So, how was your day?"

"Exciting."

"Oh, that's wonderful! Tell me, what did you do in Deathology?"

"Mr. Evilness showed us how to disect a dead rat."

"That's great, Snuggle-Bunny!"

"Daddy, I told you never to call me that."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Cutie-Face!"

"That, too."

"Flippity-Floppity-Poo?"

"No, Daddy."

"Pookie-Pie?"

"No, Daddy."

"Wussy-Mussy?"

"No, Daddy."

"Honey?"

"Let's stick we that, Daddy."

"OK, Sunggle-Bunny."

"Da-a-a-ad!"

"Oops."

"Daddy, I'm tired of being treated like a child!"

"How am I treating you like a child?"

"Because... you just do, is all!"

"No, I don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No, I don't."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No, I don't."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No, I don't."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No, I don't."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No, I don't."

"Daddy! Yes you do!"

"Snuggle-Bunny, I gave you a Laptop of Doom, a Cellphone of Torture, and a Credit-Card of Horror. What more do you want from me?"

"Your respect!"

"Gaspeth! How dare you insult my respectiveness of my own daughter!"

"Gaspeth?"

"It's new."

"Oh."

Silence.

"Daddy, I've been thinking."

"Yes?"

"Well, I've come to a decision..."

"Yes?"

"That I want to get a tattoo."

"WHAT?"

"Well, I -"

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! GO TO YOUR ROOM!"

"Dad, I'm too old for this! I'm going to Earth!"

"DON'T YOU DARE -"

It was too late. Raven had created a portal and jumped into it before Trigon could say another word.

One of Trigon's servants came up to his feet.

"Master, has Raven just gone to Earth because you didn't let her get a tattoo?"

"Yeah."

"Sir, shouldn't you have tried to stop... oh, never mind."

Silence.

"Does this mean that I can have her room?"

"No, sir."

"Dang."