A/N This might seem a little hectic but I couldn't get it to work any other way really. So the first part is just Zaven speaking but without annoying quotation marks or anything. Anything in italics is Raven. The second part is just written like normal. Enjoy.


Our story actually begins with our mother, Arella. She was born here, on Earth, and was chosen to be the bride of a powerful demon. That demon was Trigon and the Church of Blood was the ones to perform the ceremony, if it could be called that.

At first Arella didn't know that Trigon was a demon. For the longest time he appeared to her as her ideal mate, the image driven by her subconscious desires. It was only when we were conceived that he revealed his true form, in the process of raping Arella. Rather than making her his queen Trigon abandoned our mother. She was bent on suicide when the monks of Azarath found her and took her in. It was there that we were born.

One monk feared we would bring evil among the pacifist people. He could sense the raw power of evil emitting from our birth, but such as we were twins and born so close together it was impossible to tell which of us was emitting such power. Juris attempted to cast you into Limbo Raven. He chose you because you were the oldest. Just as the monks looked into your future first and say the end of the world.

The Gem was born of evil's fire.

The Gem shall be his portal.

He comes to claim, he comes to sire,

the end of all things mortal!

That was the prophecy that foretold Trigon's taking over the world. With the world as it is now it has come to pass, being defeated by means which I know not. Such a thing is contained your own memories, which will come to you soon.

Azar took you under her wing, to teach you to control the power you had inherited from Father. It was also a way to make sure you would not fall under his influence by suppressing your emotions. This was never needed to be done, for if you had embraced your emotions it's possible you could have done so much more Raven. But what can I, a mere 17-year-old demoness, possibly know about such things?

Azar died around the same time we were seven. It was on the eve of our seventh birth date that we were separated. Since Azar was dead there was no longer much law to the temple. Despite their pacifist teachings they used force to separate us and attempted to cast me into a water filled world. I would not have survived, if they had succeeded.

Zaven you have been speaking only about me. Where do you fit into this story?

Me? Well I was the reason the Church of Blood took Arella in to begin with. For without me Raven neither one of us would exist. Or rather, without Arella's refusal to use the powers of the Shadow Demon, neither of us would exist.

After the blood of a half-demon has been diluted through eight generations the ones with direct ties into the half-demon's blood has a chance to refuse such power. Arella was one such direct decendent, refusing the control over shadows and shadow ghosts. When this happens the powers will manifest into a new child, for the eighth generation is always female. That is how I was created. I would become a new half-demon, starting the cycle of the eight generations over again. Most of your super powered humans have demon or god blood in them. For yes, gods do exist. Meta humans too, but to a lesser extent.

The Church of Blood sensed me inside Arella. They took her in, for they wanted to create an entirely new demon to raise and control. By combining the half-demon created solely by refusing power with demon sperm you get an entirely new demon. And that was the goal of the Church of Blood. This plan was obviously backfired when Arella left and bore us in Azarath. The day of our birth, I was emitting such raw evil. It was never you Raven. You who have always loved and pitied humanity. Despite the fact you were created by Trigon to destroy the world you shared views completely opposite of his.

It wasn't until recently that I became aware of the fact I was a full demon, as opposed to a half-demon. But during our time at Azarath I acted as a typical half-demon child. I was always creating trouble and destroying things. It wasn't any by any conscious part on my behalf. The only power I was aware that I had at the time was the ability to steal memories from people. The people of Azarath gave that too me.

Most everyone decided to avoid me, for fear of their lives I believe. Even Arella would barely talk to me. But not you Raven. Not you. Any moment you had free was spent with me. It was you who kept me from losing it completely and destroying Azarath long before Trigon got to it. You taught me things others wouldn't and played with me when the other children wouldn't. We were close, closer than most normal sisters. Up until Azar died everything was fine. I never realized until now how much she helped to keep me under control too.


Zaven took a deep breath, wiping her sleeve over her eyes. Jinx chanced a glance at Raven, who was stiff as a board. The hex caster could see her mind working, connecting the words with the missing places of her memories. And that was flowing by her too, quite literally. While telling the story a mystical white light had started to seep from Zaven, flowing from the sword on her right, and wrapped around Raven, gently seeping into the empathy. Jinx shook her head.

"Jinx could you leave us for a second?" Raven asked softly sometime later. By that time Zaven had started to quiver, from rage or tears was impossible to tell. Taking a look into the purple haired girl's eyes the hex caster felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She knew. Raven knew her full past. And that included Jinx.

"Sure." Her voice came out thicker than she wanted it too. Slouching out the bathroom Jinx cursed in her mind. She had really really really wanted to develop something with Raven.

"They told me you were dead." The sentence was delivered bluntly, merely stating a fact. Zaven smirked slightly.

"They believed it themselves. I ended up in the Meeting House of Worlds. Not a nice place at seven." Raven scooted closer to the demoness, no fear in her body. Zaven flinched slightly. "Raven…do you remember the pinky promise we made after some kids beat me up?" Purple eyes blinked.

"That I'd only leave your side if Azar called for me to do so."

"Even at night. You'd wake me up if you had a nightmare and wanted to go stare at the stars because they comforted you or if you had to use the bathroom." Raven's eyes softened as a brief memory of the two sitting on the roof in the middle of the night played through her head. She had been explaining the different stories of the constellations to the red haired girl in an attempt to soothe her own self that night.

"Yes I remember. Zaven what has this…" The demoness looked up, orange eyes filled with tears and broken trust. Purple eye's widened as Raven remembered that night, the one they were split apart. She remember stumbling away from the bed, a terrible ache resonating through her body as Trigon contacted her for the first time, without Zaven at her side. "Oh Azar."

"The Keeper made me promise I'd give you five minutes to explain what happened," Zaven chocked out. Raven could see conflicting emotions raging through her sister's eyes. "Then I could do what I wanted to you. I killed most of the monks under Dr.'s wing right off. Dr. himself I tortured. Raven…what happened that night. Why…why didn't you…didn't you…" The demoness took in a shuddering gasp, unable to continue.

"Oh Azar Zaven," Raven mumbled, pulling her sister into a hug. A small gasp escaped into the air. "Father contacted me for the first time that night."

"Father…" Zaven quivered at the words processed in her brain. She knew just how much damn pain could come from defying him. It had come in the form of her shredded fingertips. It had come in the form of seeing Tyumph as a ghost town. It came now, as she burst into tears and buried her face into Raven's shoulder. The empathy only pulled her long lost sister closer and cried with her.