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Gotham City:

The monstrous Azar who'd vanished between worlds hadn't been seen in a week or two, and in that time with the Unholy Alliance being forged at higher levels than she was included in, Raven had a blessed time to herself. She'd spent a lot of it watching and reading Miracleman, finding herself identifying strongly with both Michael Moran and the blazing man of perfect beauty that he became. There had been that strange incident in Titans Tower where something or someone very like her had appeared in a puff of smoke and then disappeared.

She remembered Supergirl's frantic messages about the strange armored monsters that seemed to haunt Jump City. Her emoticlones were running riot in her head, leaving their respective spheres and so it was that time. She levitated, finding her central zone of calm, murmuring in an incantation her mantra: Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Time lapsed like this and her mind stilled. As she did this, her windows frosted over in her apartment and…..something…..moved in. Like a glowing image of her in costume, two eyes glowing, the image itself writ in terrifying light.

Her eyes opened wide in shock.

Bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh…..the voice. The voice was so damned familiar and she couldn't place it.

You are alike, you and I. Children of the Demon Trigon, seeking what's right for our friends and for our families. Come to me, Raven, and I shall give you all that you need.

Earth Two:

The Azar kicked herself inwardly for failing to remember that it was always Earth-Two where the prime of the multiverse would be found in any average multiverse of this nature. Not like others where the designation was 616 or Holy Terra or what have you. No….Earth Two. She'd headed to the Himalayas again before deciding on a whim to release some of the frustration she felt at these brightly garbed and gaudy godlings clad in spandex who could and did hurt her, break her armor. Make her bleed.

Annoyed at the memory of the Tamaranean who'd managed to knock her on her back, she decided to start her reign of terror by heading to Jump City. Only to her slight surprise she realized that the Titans in this case were not in Jump City after all but San Fransciso.

Ah. That explains it. The Prime world merges different…aspects…of the broader multiverses.

Grinning at that realization, she teleported in to find five Titans fighting Cinderblock. The cybernetic black man whose existence made her eyes narrow and a rumbling snarl echo from her, the traffic-light clad boy who was throwing bird-a-rangs at the monster to herd it into a trap, the roaring Triceratops that smashed into Cinderblock and knocked him over before literally being kicked into the air and transformed into a bird, and the two women whose starbolts and black-and-white energy blasts slammed the monster, only for it to rise and roar in anger.

The Azar calmly formed a Warhammer out of fluid flowing metal conjured out of nothing and smiled with a terrible and savage smile, calmly striding behind Cinderblock and slamming the Warhammer into him with a sudden boom that caused the monster to fall forward, exhausted. Four of the five Titans were confused, one of them's eyes flashed very, very wide.

"You." One word, and the monster gave a mocking bow. The other four beheld only an overbuilt monstrous woman whose mere presence oozed an ominous aspect that gave an impression of terrifying power with nothing more overt than 'merely' being fourteen feet tall with a dish-like face and an inhumanly wide shark-grin. There was nothing about this more terrifying than the likes of say, Kardiak, that monstrous beating-heart thing that seemed like something out of a Gothic horror novel. Or the deranged blue Mumbo Jumbo.

There was all the same a monstrous and intimidating force in that silent smile and the muscles rasping of the creature standing with her hands on the business end of her Warhammer, eyes narrowing every time she focused on Cyborg, who raised an eyebrow. The silence stretched into a painful awkwardness and then she spoke:

Mine is the house of pain.

Mine are the hands that heal.

Mine are the hands that kill.

Mine is the lightning flash.

Mine the hands that still the wine-dark sea.

Mine the hands that set the stars to burn.

Mine the hands that turned a world of ashes to a world of gold.

I am come to light a fire on the Earth and even now it is already kindled. I have come not to bring peace but a sword, to set the world ablaze and the Galaxy to burn.

She raised the hammer and prepared to move as Raven rapidly formed a shield around her team. The monster leered at her with an inhuman gaze as she said:

The children of the Devil should not walk among those who do good.

With that she blurred and the hammer smashed into Raven's shield, destroying it with a tremendous booming sound that brought Raven down with her nose and ears bleeding, before the monster blurred again and took down Robin with a light flick of one super-strong finger to the chest, winding him, and then as Beast Boy charged her in the form of a Tyrannosaurus she slapped him with a backhand that winded him likewise, causing him to fall down, moaning.

Starfire unleashed multiple Starbolts and eyebeams from righteous fury that the monster simply spread her arms, her right hand clasping the Warhammer and took with a savage laugh, eyes glowing with her own flame. Taking a moment for a breath, Starfire saw that while the street around the monstrous woman was cratered and melted, she was unharmed, and then with that the woman blurred outward and the hammer slammed into her, smashing her into the street. Starfire's biology gave her only a monstrous bruise across her stomach and her chest, she likewise winded. With that, the Azar turned toward Victor Stone.

You. She snarled. In every world like this there is a man warped with prostheses in this form. You're like him. The Terminator. One of the two biggest thorns in my side. But you, Victor Stone, are not a God ascended, you are but a child remade in his father's image callously as though your own wishes and feelings mattered not.

As she lunged for him, Raven shielded him with her magic as she rose to her feet, unsteadily, the Warhammer's swing causing the shield to break and Raven to scream in pain as the monster turned toward her.

I told you children of the Devil have no role here.

The monster hissed, her muscles rasping and the Warhammer vanished in a flowing river of metal, her bejeweled gauntlets sparking and gleaming as she strode toward Raven with a deliberate slowness. She wanted the demon's brat to fear, but to her displeasure Raven simply stood her ground.

"My father can't make me afraid, you won't. You….you HERETIC!" Raven hurled cars and lampposts at the Azar, the cars exploding on impact and the lampposts grasped and snapped over her knee.

Heretic, is it? Is that the best you can call me?

Raven snarled and then unleashed blasts of her Soul-Self aimed right for the monster's eye. The Azar blocked two but the third struck straight home, the eye bursting and then healing, the monster snarling as she turned toward her.

I see. Point made.

The monster then clapped her hands together, knocking back Raven's friends, Starfire catching Robin and Cyborg Beast Boy as the shockwave blew them around. As she moved forward, she raised Raven up by her neck in the massive gauntlet, and began to squeeze. It was then that a massive bolt of mystic energy struck her dead on in the face, and she dropped the gasping Raven who tried to suck air into her lungs and struggled to do so.

The Justice League. Superman, Zatanna, Wonder Woman, Hawkgirl, Flash, Martian Manhunter, and Batman. They'd come to rescue the little children. As the Titans ran to Raven's side, she formed the Warhammer again and snarled.

This is between me and the monster, not you.

Zatanna glared.

"She is not a monster."

Raven blinked, eyes wide. This was the woman who'd told the League to attack her. What had ch-the creature blurred and moved amongst the Justice League, as Batman began to form runes with his hands backed by Zatanna, and Superman and the Martian Manhunter lunged at her, one aiming high, one low. The blows smashed into her with tremendous force and she slowed to visibility from the impact, snarling, before raising the hammer with both hands and slamming it into the ground to blast people aside The smashing impact worked, and then the monster turned back to see Raven on her feet, eyes glowing and smashing her with a tremendous fist constructed from her energies, the impact sufficient to knock her on her back.

Zatanna fired more mystic bolts of her own, and as the monster raised the hammer again, the Flash suddenly whirled around her landing dozens of blows, none of which scored an impact but proving the Speed Force was just outside her effective vision. Which she snarled and solved by channeling a blast of concussive force into her foot, raising it, and stomping down, producing a shockwave that sent the Flash spiraling around.

Hawkgirl took the opportunity to slam her mace into the monster's breastplate only for the impact to shudder up her arms and the Azar smiled before taking in a deep breath and unleashing a howling gale akin to Superman's that threw her into the sky. As she returned to keeping the hammer raised, the Titans returned with a set of sonic cannon blasts from both of Cyborg's hands, Starbolts, Raven's mystic strikes and Robin's birdarangs, followed by eyebeams from Superman and the Martian Manhunter and Zatanna's mystic blasts.

Raven, still incapable of speaking as her healing worked too slowly to repair the ravages of the monster's attempt to choke her, made a croaking rasp as her powers took the form of a tremendous raven, and her Soul-Self hurled itself toward the Azar. The Warhammer vanished and the monster formed her arms in the shape of an X only to be smashed on her back again, the runes this time finished.

Warding runes. The kind that certain books that mentioned her had within them. Only one of them truly understood that knowledge-she looked at Raven whose glowing eyes told that she was influencing the emotions and the minds of Zatanna and Batman to slightly modify the runes to maximum effectiveness. Snarling at that realization, she sighed.

Well, this wasn't quite what she expected but it was a Prime-Earth among the multiverse. Of course the people here would have greater reliance on the Powers That Be than those in Hypertime. She smiled for a moment in a more human sense that made her face oddly seem more monstrous, a gesture misplaced. It was her sister who made more use of the knowledge that all the New Ones had of the nature of existence and the random and arbitrary power of the Ones Beyond the Veil who binded and loosed. She called it awareness that all, in the end, was Story and that none of them were real, and because of that her power was perhaps the most cleverly used of all of them. They all had it, however, and it was that knowledge that led her to look at them more closely.

The Prime-Earth of this multiverse would be shielded more firmly than the rest, but its vulnerability, she realized, was in the connection with the Hypertime-Earth she'd attacked first, the one where the little demon-brat was in the Justice League instead of the Titans. Gazing again at Raven the monster smiled and as she realized the nature of her schemes would be able to change, she decided on a parting shot worthy of a spawn of her greatest foe.

Her throat began to glow and then as she prepared to unleash a beam of fire her Will strengthened from the God on the Gilded Throne and Raven found herself anchored in place, eyes wide with fear and wider that her emotions weren't flatting everything within a wide radius with their intensity. The monster inhaled and then unleashed a beam of flame that smashed into Raven and knocked her head over heels, burning her awfully along her face and teleported to the Himalayas.

To Raven's surprise, again, Zatanna was by her side.

"Why?"

Zatanna looked at the woman whose burns gave her something of a resemblance to Harvey Dent.

"Because I was wrong. Now hush, you need to rest and to heal." Darkness swallowed her and the monster manifested over the Himalyas, beginning to carve her symbol into them. That was not what she'd anticipated but it kept the teams busy while she continued spreading her scheme across the Fifty Two Prime Worlds. Another portal opened and she disappeared into a crackling field of green light that vanished with a foul-smelling odor behind it and the Sigil carved into yet another world.

Earth-Three would not at all be what she suspected…..

The Church of Blood, Gotham:

Raven blinked. She knew where she was from her mother's stories. It was rubble now, dried blood splattered on walls, and there was a lingering taste in empathic senses of the terror that had happened here not too long ago.

"Why here?"

Because here is where your destiny will be decided, child.

The voice made her freeze. Regal Azarathi and the guttural Brooklyn-like sound of Gotham merged into one. It came from the shadows, where a tall woman in a dark blue cloak with a bird-like hood strode out clad in armor that made hard sounds stepping on the wood of the church. She was Caucasian with blue eyes, but something-the chakra stone.

The woman smiled.

Yes, Gem. I am like you. A daughter of Trigon, though in my world he wants us to be rulers at his side, not the Hellgates in human form he tries here.

She smiled, hand clasped on the hilt of a sword that Raven's eyes were drawn toward.

I was one of a team of seven, Koriand'r, Richard, Wallace, Victor, Garfield, Donna, and me. Gathered together to banish the demon Trigon, which we did. Once. He came back….and in my world I killed him. I drew on the full weight of his power.

Her eyes flashed and began to burn with flame, two becoming four as she smiled.

You're the threat, Raven. You draw the monsters here. Trigon, this Zezhelanzunui thing that raves and rants and throws its hammer and besmirches the name of Azar. They want you. One to destroy the world, the other to master all of space and time and to absorb them within herself. Also destruction, to be sure, but of a lesser sort.

The woman looked at her calmly, even though her face had four red eyes that glowed like their father's.

I am the Redeemer, Raven reborn and going through the worlds cleansing it of our presence, saving worlds at the cost of a single life. An angel, as designed by demons, something graceful fallen into sin. The power of the Demon Trigon cannot be wielded without blood, but righteousness and salvation come only one way. In blood.

She drew the sword and it flashed and the air whined as it sliced through it.

I found this in my dimensional wandering in a far future. A faithless son mutilated a divine father and cast him down to slay him before circumstances happened and the father slew his son to save his soul by obliterating it. A weapon, in short, forged in a spirit perfect for what it is used for.

It seemed just an ordinary sword with strange runes on it. Then she activated a rune with a delicate press of a gauntleted hand and the sword blazed with a firey light, leading Raven to back up.

So tell me, Gem, what shall you do. Shall you cling to the selfishness of existence and continue to endanger all existence, or shall I redeem it and you by killing you?

The fire burned her face and she blinked, then gazed impassively at her as her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes narrowed.

"You're right. I am the threat that's causing all this." With a deep and a profound sigh, she sank to her knees.

"Do it."

My pleasure.

Redeemer then raised one of her hands to force Raven to stand with her hands up, before bringing the flaming sword back.

You've done the right thing, Gem.

The sword tore into her and Raven made a strangled sound as the sword punctured through her back, the fire burning within her body.

Countless demons in that other future burned on this blade and its legacy. You? Your blood sanctifies it.

It was then that she saw a face that made her own eyes narrow with anger as Raven writhed, somehow still alive in spite of the flaming blade that had set her cape on fire.

"Leave her alone, devil. She doesn't belong to you. Or deserve this."

Laughing, Redeemer yanked the sword out and Raven fell, pale and unmoving, as she turned and gazed at Zatanna Zatara. Zatanna watched with fear and anger as Raven's body moved with breath, blood pooling and terrifyingly still alive.

Then the monster looked at her with a look of wrath and a bestial snarl followed:

Zatanna Zatara, how interesting….