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A/N:In this story, there is a character called Eric Forrester. You may or may not know him. He is from the DC comic The New Titans and was romantically involved with Raven during Issues #66 & #67. He was a butthole.

The cover image by Isabellaroth2 is the inspiration for this story. Although my Raven has short hair.

Warning: This story contains sexual content, which will begin and end with NIGHTRAE!

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to post this story. Life got in the way.

This is an AU; however, I will be using Raven from the cartoon for this story while Damian will be a combination of both the DCAMU and comics. I hope that you enjoy this story and that you continue to stay safe. As always happy reading.

A Slave for Her

Chapter One

Sweat slid down Damian Al Ghul's face into his eye. He blinked it away instead of wiping it off. More bodily fluid would only follow if he had.

He clenched his teeth in frustration but quickly relaxed. Getting upset wouldn't change his circumstance. Getting upset wouldn't ease his burden. Getting upset would likely make his day worse.

For three long and tormenting years, he, the heir of Al Ghul's name and legacy, had been degraded to a lowly slave.

Each day, he woke up on the miserable planet of R'Fina, tolling away near the burning fire. And each night, he fell asleep, wishing, hoping, and even praying that he would wake up on his home planet, Earth, only to be disappointed the next day.

Who knew that one fatal mistake three years ago would have sent him and his grandfather into another dimension along with their followers. Most of whom were no longer alive.

"You, slave. Come here." Damian along with all the other slaves stopped moving to see who the gray, ashed-skinned guard was referring to.

None of the slaves here were called by their names or by a number. They were only referred to as slaves.

He hated it.

"Slave!" The guard pointed to a human slave that was standing two feet away from him. The human was Benjamin "Ben" Turner, known as Bronze Tiger. He was currently the acting 'Ubu' for the members of the League of Assassin that were in R'fina.

Ben turned to Damian, who nodded.

Damian watched as Ben walked toward the guard as the other slaves continued on with their duties. While he moved closer, a ghostly creature appeared in a robe.

A royal guard.

The royal guards were different from the other loyal servants of the demon that lived here. They only moved when the head demons in charge ordered them to and only handled issues that directly affected them.

They wouldn't act for anyone else. Including themselves.

Damian watched as Ben reached the pair and the royal guard began to float around Ben.

The guard did this twice before nodding to the guard that oversaw the slaves.

The royal guard faced Ban and motioned for him to follow.

Damian panicked. He dropped the shovel in his hand. He raced toward Ben. The gray, stone guard stopped him, pushing him in his chest. He fell backward on the ground.

The royal guard stopped to observe him.

"Take me instead!" Damian shouted.

It wasn't that he wanted to go. And, had this been any other situation, he wouldn't have blinked an eye about Ben leaving. But in this situation, in this world, Ben was the most important person in the group after his grandfather. It was Damian's duty to ensure that his grandfather, who was now frail and weak, held on as long as he could. And, Damian was sure that if they were ever able to find a way out of this planet, they would need Ben's help.

The royal guard floated over to Damian. He could see through the transparent creature to Ben. Their eyes met and an understanding passed through them.

The guard circled Damian two times as it did with Ben before nodding to the other guard.

The creature indicated that he should follow. Damian did as he was told. He followed the guard out of the fiery tunnel, passing Ben Turner, the now new second-in-command of the League of Assassins.

Raven chuckled silently as she listened to Ion tell a funny story.

"...and that's how Tonet became a Yte." Ion finished, looking at her with a smile. Raven returned the smile of her only friend in the world.

The world was funny. Just two years ago, she had him pinned against a tree ready to kill him. Yet, something about his green coloring and stupid joke that he had told stopped her.

That joke had saved his life and started the friendship between a general, who was trying to conquer R'Fina, and a member of the resistance, who fought for the survival and freedom of it.

"I didn't know that Yte had such an interesting history." Raven commented, observing the animal resting in the tree in front of them.

"Of course!" He responded with enthusiasm. "R'Fina is full of amazing history. Everywhere you look you can see its history." Ion's smile dropped and he stood up from the fallen tree that they were sitting on with his back towards her. "While at least it was like that until..."

"Until my father came." Raven finished for him. He glanced back at her before looking at the forest ahead. Raven watched as his hands clenched and his body shook.

She felt waves of hatred eluding from him. She got up from the tree and touched his woody shoulder, causing him to look at her. "I understand your pain. However, bear with it some more. I'll find a way to help you and the other Fina' off of this planet."

He grabbed her hand and removed it from his shoulder. He held onto it as he spoke.``You don't understand, Raven. R'Fina is our home. It gives us our life source. We can't live without it."

Raven remained silent. They had this conversation before. He thought that she didn't understand him but she did. She knew how important R'Fina was to them. But what he didn't understand was that once Trigon set foot on a planet, there was no hope for that planet. The Fina' were lucky that they were able to resist Trigon's reign for this long.

"The only way we will survive if you help. Together we can defeat your father." He stared into her eyes.

"Of course," she lied. There was no way that she could. Her father was too strong.

Nevertheless, her lie made him smile and that made her happy. His free hand reached up to touch her cheek.

"Raven." His face moved closer to hers. As he shortened the gap between them, a sharp pain ran along her lower abdomen. She jerked away from him.

"What's wrong?" His woody face wrinkled.

"Nothing." She said a quick spell to lessen the pain. It was a temporary solution to a annoying problem.

"Raven-"

"I should go. My father will be looking for me soon."

"I understand." He said, taking a step back. "Until next time."

"Until next time." She transformed into a raven and flew through the Skli Forest.

It was the magical forest of Skli that protected the remaining Fina' from Trigon's terror. Whatever magic that the forest had, it was strong enough to fight against Trigon and bond him to the planet, making it impossible for him to leave.

As she neared the border the forest's edge. She transformed into her human form and landed in front of a tunnel. She raised her hand and the mystic boulder moved from the front of the tunnel's entrance.

She walked through the entrance and sealed it again. In the dark tunnel, which was dimmed lit with rainbow rocks, she flew a mile until she reached the opposite entrance.

At this entrance, there was no boulder but a stony wall, which led to her bathroom. It was the only place besides Skli Forest that her father couldn't see in. It was most likely due to its proximity to the Skli Forest.

And just like Skli Forest, no demon could enter her bathroom. It pained them to do so. However, she could due to her human blood diluting her demon blood.

Opening the entrance, she stepped into her bathroom then resealed the entrance. She walked across the bathroom, ignoring the dark but lavishly furnished room. She reached the door that led to her bedroom and opened it as someone pushed against it.

She stood corrected. There was one demon that could enter her bathroom and possibly Skli Forest.

Eric Forrester.

When she was younger, she was fascinated with him. He was the only human in Trigon's army. Curious about the human mother that she never met, she was drawn to the human who she also found attractive with a well-structured face and black wavy hair.

That was until she found out the truth. He was just as much as a demon as the others.

He wasn't even a human. He was a cyborg that fed off the energy of unexpecting females. When he fed off them, he killed them. In the past, when they went around the galaxy purging planets, females of that planet were sent to him to be fed off of.

It was her father that told her this information. Not because he was concerned about her, but because he didn't want his gem to fall into the hands of another.

"What are you doing in my room?" Raven glared at him.

Eric gave her a reward-winning smile. "The Trigon sent me to come and get you."

"That doesn't explain why you are in my room." Raven growled through clenched teeth. She didn't like anyone in her room.

He held up his hands."Woah, you don't have to get upset. I knocked several times. I was worried that something might have happened to you. "

"Don't ever worry about me. I can take care of myself. And if you step foot in my room again, I will kill you."

He grinned at her, increasing her irritation at his presence. "Of course. I won't come into your room again...without your permission, but you must forgive me if I worry. You are our precious gem after all."

Her eyes narrowed. She stepped forward causing him to step aside. He followed her out of her room and into the hallway. As they walked down the hallway, she made a mental note to lock her room door from now on.

She never did before because no one dared to enter her room. Well...except for the royal guards. They were free to do as they please since their will was Trigon's will. Still, they never outright disrespected her and always did as she said. Yet, she knew that there were limitations.

Raven gasped as she bit back a scream. She felt the return of the sharp pain in her lower abdomen. It stopped her in her tracks and caused her to clench her waist.

A hand touched her shoulder. "I can help you with that." She heard Eric whisper in her ears.

Her eyes turned red and another pair of eyes appeared on her face. She turned to him and shouted. "Don't touch me!"

The magic in her voice pushed him away from her. He fell to the ground with the demons around them chuckling at Eric.

She took three calming breaths before her face turned back to normal. She dropped her arms from around her waist and glared at Eric before moving on to the chamber that held her father. The spell that she cast once again dimmed the effect of the drug in her system, at least for now.

Entering the chamber, she nodded to her father. He was in a somewhat humanoid form today. His skin was red, his four eyes shined with rage, his hair was white with horn. However, he wasn't his usually tall presence and his hovels were replaced with feet.

He didn't acknowledge her but his eyes followed her until she sat down beside him.

On the other side of him was his favorite royal guard. She didn't know how he could tell the ghostly entities apart but he could.

When the members of this particular council entered along with Eric. The chamber's door was sealed and the meeting began.

Damian would never consider himself to be a narcissist. He wasn't a weak-minded imbecile to do that. Nevertheless, at this moment, he would understand why someone would call him that.

He hadn't stopped observing himself in the mirror since he came out of the bath and the royal guard touched his forehead.

Gone was the dirty, sweat, and dried blood that marred his skin. Now, his skin was clean, healed, and soft, softer than it ever was.

Yet, it wasn't his skin that had his attention. It was his muscles and his strength. With just one touch, his hollow cheeks filled out and muscle mass that had disappeared due to malnutrition and harsh living condition came back.

He looked as he did before arriving on R'Fina.

No.

He looked better. He felt better. He felt as if he could conquer-

His thoughts stopped as his eyes connected with the royal guard's dark pit of eyes through the mirror.

He didn't like what he was looking at. It felt like it was staring into his soul, beyond his soul.

Their connection broke when another royal guard came and whispered something to the first one. It wasn't necessary for no one could understand the royal guard language, not even the other demons on the planet. Nevertheless, the first guard nodded before disappearing with the other guards that were in the room.

The new royal guard picked up the eye connection where the other one had left off. The sensation of meeting this guard's eyes held more of a discomfort than the last one. Nevertheless, an Al Ghul never showed weakness. No matter if death awaited him.

The guard moved closer and touched the back of his head. He flinched from the result of the touch.

Behind him, the royal guard had morphed into his mother.

"Are you happy with your new look Damian?" It asked him using his mother's voice. It even smelled like his mother as it put its hands on his shoulder and leaned against him.

"What do you want?" Damian asked the creature.

"Damian, it isn't about what I want but what you can obtain. Your strength, your power, your grandfather's well-being." It leaned closer and whispered and his ear. "Your freedom. You can leave this place."

Damian wasn't naive. He knew that there was a price tag included somewhere in his words along with a death sentence. He dealt with demons before to know the deal.

"If I choose not to go along with whatever it is that you want me to do?"

"Well, Damian. I think that you already know the answer to that question."

Death.

Only Death. If he was lucky.

"What do I have to do?" If he was able to delay his death long enough maybe, just maybe he could find a way for his grandfather to return to Earth before the effect of the pit came to an end.

"Don't worry, Damian Al Ghul. This will be a pleasurable experience for you."

Damian wouldn't call this pleasurable, but the sensation did feel good.

He watched the woman ride unskillfully on his lap. The pale skin of her back was clear and without blemish. It was a contrast to the navel blue dress, which was piled up around her waist, and her short purple hair that touched her nape.

From her posture, he could tell that she didn't find the act pleasurable nor good.

A second later, she proved his point. She got off of him without either of them reaching their peek. She turned around and glanced down at his body part that still stood up and was covered in blood.

She quickly waved her hand over it, causing the blood to be removed before it fell limp. She had done the same earlier to cause it to stand up.

Her hands lifted and the rode that acted as handcuffs and held his wrist behind the chair that he sat on fell to the floor.

He wanted to rub his wrist. However, he didn't want to show any signs of discomfort or weakness in front of her nor did he want to look away as she observed him.

Guard," She barely said loud enough, yet a royal guard appeared in her room beside her. "Dress him and send him back wherever you got him from."

She turned to walk away however the guard blocked her path. He could see the frustration on her face as he observed the curious scene.

"Tell father that I enjoy my gift." She turned to look at his face once more before looking at the guard once more. "Tell him I will keep it for a while."

The guard moved and she continued her path to one of the two doors in the room. He and the guard watched as she left and closed the door behind her.

The moment that the door was closed, the guard transformed into his mother.

"Good job, Damian."

He wouldn't call it a good job on his part. He had done nothing except sit there and take it. He wondered if this was a curse or karma. A curse that the men in his family, starting with his father, would be forced to sleep with a woman that they didn't care for. Or Karma, for his mother's sins.

Either way, the woman had taken care of everything, allowing him to fulfill his end of the bargain and collect his payment. So, he didn't see the need to give the royal guard details.

"As long as she is satisfied with you, you will live. Do you understand?"

Great. He thought.

For now, he was at her mercy. A woman who hadn't said one word to him. He hated this. Nevertheless, he nodded.

"Good. I have prepared food and items for your grandfather and men."

Damian.

His name felt strangely familiar as she listened to the guard's words from the bathroom door. When she heard them leave her room, she stripped her clothes and floated towards the large pool of running water.

The pool was connected to river sources that deposited fresh water into the pool, where the mystical rock would heat the water before it drained out of the pool.

Her feet touched the water and she slowly submerged herself in. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. Yet, her mind wouldn't, not after what happened.

The scream of the burning demon rang out in the chamber. This was only the second demon to burn in this meeting. That meant her father was in a good mood. A mood that he hadn't exhibited since he learned that they were trapped on this planet.

Yet, if he was in a good mood that meant someone in the room was not. That was excluding the demons that were burning in agony.

Raven's eyes scanned the room and wondered who could it be. She had a couple of demons that she would love to see punish but they were close to her father and rarely made a mistake.

Noticing all the other demons that were scanning the room, she could tell that they all were thinking the same thing as her. If none of them made a mistake, could it mean that he had captured more Fina' or found a way into the Forest of Skli.

Impossible.

She just left there. Ion hadn't mentioned anything and the forest felt strong and stable. So that must meant -

Her eyes flew to her father. She nearly jumped as her eyes collided with all four of his eyes. Yet, it wasn't his eyes that caused her to jump but his smile.

"Daughter, I have bought you a gift."

She gulped as she felt all eyes on her. A gift from Trigon was an indirect gift to himself. If one was fortunate, they would like it too.

"What have I done to deserve a gift from you?"

His smile widened. "Nothing, but I admired your stubbornness and your ability to keep your suffering to yourself. No one likes to hear the annoying voices of others." He briefly glanced at the burning demons who were screaming.

"I'm your daughter, father. I don't need a gift." Rather, she didn't want it. Her father never did anything 'nice' for her and she doubted that he would start now.

"You will accept my gift. I went through so much trouble in preparing it. Besides, I can't bear to see you suffer anymore." He chuckled and a few demons joined him.

Her hands flexed twice on her laps before she forced them to relax. He had left out the part that he was the reason that she was currently suffering because he had been feeding her poison, not poison but an aphrodisiac.

However, it had the opposite effect that he wanted thanks to her mixed heritage. Instead, of increasing her sex drive to the point that it would force her to mate with the nearest man, it caused intense abdomen cramps. At times, it was unbearable. Fortunately, the spell that she found was able to calm it down for a couple of moments.

"Thank you, father." She forced her face to remain neutral.

"Anything for my daughter. Let's end this meeting early so that my daughter can enjoy my gift." The demons laughed as the doors to the chamber were unsealed.

She stood up from her seat and slowly strode out of the chamber while noticing the smirk on Eric's face.

She ignored him and forced her body to relax. It was when she was several feet from the chamber entrance that she allowed rage to flood her system.

She should've expected this. She knew for weeks what Trigon was trying to accomplish by putting the drugs in her food, what he hoped that the end results would be.

If he thought that she would willingly lay down and take it, he had another thing coming. She reached her room, she was going to get rid of his 'gift'. She would think of an excuse for why she did it later.

As she got closer to her room, she calmed herself at the sight of the royal guard standing at the door.

Unlike the demons that she passed in the hallway, the royal guards could read emotions and intend. Even if her face was neutral and her magic protected her, they would be able to sense her anger if it was too strong.

The guard turned and greeted her when she was close enough. She intended to ignore it but it blocked her way to her door.

She raised an eyebrow.

'Trigon hopes that you will enjoy your gift. Your gift came willingly on its own accord."

She wanted to snort at the comment. Of course, her gift would. Demons are power-grabbing fools.

'If you don't like this one, there are others until there are all gone. " The guard floated down to the ground, where it disappeared.

She pushed open the door. She was going to ignore the guard's words and kill her gift on the spot. That was until she noticed that her gift was a human.

It was something about him that Raven couldn't explain. It was the same feeling that she got when she had looked at Ion the day that they met.

It was also that feeling that she was able to bear sleeping with him. She sank underwater. His pre-cum was enough to temporarily stop the effect of the aphrodisiac longer than her spell would.

She floated back up to the surface with a clearer head.

Human.

The human Damian would be her sex slave until she killed him or he outlived his usefulness to her father. And based on the latter, he had a month or two to live.

No matter what she felt today when she saw him, she couldn't help him. Her father wanted a child from her womb and she was determined not to give him a portal to escape R'Fina.