Okay, I'm back with another author's note. This chapter is full of big things, and I hope you're attached enough to Angela's mystery man so that I can rip him away from you- I mean, uh, elaborate on his character. Don't worry, this is building up to something. Just wait for the next chapter lovelies!

For a little background, Angela lives on EARTH right now, not Azarath. I haven't made that really clear, and I apologize. Props to you if you already knew!

For those who may not know who Angela is, I want to clarify that she is Raven's MOTHER.

For those who are still reading and have not died of boredom (sorry, sorry, sorry) thanks for being here! You're valued very much.

Angela, lying in her bed with the sun setting in the window and her lace nightgown on, felt closer to the man every day. All she wanted to do was be in his arms, every second of every hour. Holding his hand felt like fireworks inside of her heart. Whenever he touched her all she felt was love. His kiss was warmth she wanted to experience all the time without end.

And it was dawning on her- she...wanted him.

Angela had never felt any type of warmth or love toward anyone at all, ever, not once. Nobody had done anything to deserve her love. As a child, she'd clung to anybody who even glanced in her direction. When she'd first escaped from the foster home, it seemed nobody had even noticed. There were no stories on a missing girl, no people shouting "Hey, I recognize you from the news!" Her absence was simply forgotten.

Lack of affection and love had Angela holding on to anybody who passed her by, whether they reciprocated the feeling or not. She'd always felt unloved, especially since learning of her parents' abandonment. She thought, maybe she just wasn't good enough. If her parents didn't love her, who would? But, try as she might, she just ended up pushing everybody away.

But not this time. She'd never felt love before, and now that she had, she never wanted to let go again. Angela needed the man more than anything.

No, no, that was crazy. Angela couldn't want someone like that. He was too perfect. Honestly, who'd want to go any further than holding hands with her? Angela truly believed she was repulsive.

But...he'd kissed her. That had to count for something, she thought. Maybe...they'd been seeing each other just a bit over a month. Maybe it wasn't too soon. After all, she felt like she'd known him forever, and quite often he'd expressed that he felt the same way. This was how love was supposed to feel, right? It had to. If it was too early she would know.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door, and Angela sat up, startled. She hoped it wasn't anybody coming to beat her up about her staying upstairs. Angela didn't want to be bullied into giving up her room, especially since it was so special to her ever since the man had set up that beautiful breakfast for her five days ago. She wasn't going to let anybody push her around anymore. So Angela filled her chest with air, gathered her courage, got up out of bed, turned the doorknob, and opened the door.

She lit into the person immediately. "Okay, I've been here a year now, and you've treated me like sh-"

Behind the door was the man, holding a bouquet of roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolate. "Uh...sorry?" He put a hand on his head in bafflement.

"Oh. Oh. I'm so sorry, I didn't think- I mean I thought that you were someone else. Oh, my God, I'm so sorry." Angela threw her hands up and facepalmed herself. But then the flowers and chocolate caught her eye.

"Oh. Wow. Wait, are those for me?" Angela looked at the man, whose bewildered expression had softened into one of affection.

"Yes, of course they're for you, Angel." The man's face was warm and open as he handed her the flowers and chocolate box. Angela stared up into his eyes. She was obsessed with him. "Thank you so much, really."

"Anything for you." He kissed Angela on the lips.

"So...did you come just to give me these?" Angela questioned. Her violet eyes twinkled coyly, new moonlight shining on her lace, slightly translucent nightgown.

The man looked Angela up and down, smirking. She looked so little yet so enticing, and he realized how much he needed her. She was definitely perfect. He was sure this would work.

Angela, just by looking at the man, knew that it wasn't too soon, not for anything. What felt right felt right. Now was her chance to finally devote herself to him with every ounce of her being.

The man came inside the room, shut the door, and clicked the lock, an alluring smile on his lips. Angela set the flowers and unopened box of chocolate on the empty table and moved toward the coral-eyed man seductively. He wrapped one large arm around Angela's waist and gently forced her backwards until she was on her back on the bed. They were nose to nose now, with nothing but the rays of moonlight between their faces.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, which she returned passionately, bringing her pale feminine hands to the man's face, black hair sprawled out over the pillow above her head. The man slid a strong hand around Angela's neck, keeping her pinned to the bed. By now they were both fully positioned on the bed, the man on top of Angela. Perhaps it had not been too soon after all. Everything felt so right.

Their kisses grew hungrier, more animalistic as the man's hands slid around Angela's shoulders and slipped the nightgown down to her thin waist, revealing a slightly skimpy bra that displayed quite a bit of cleavage. The man's eyes glowed at the sight of Angela's innocent, unmarked body, and with his hand still wrapped around her neck, he pressed gently on her flat stomach. "Is this okay?" he asked softly, planting delicate kisses down her body.

"Yes," Angela breathed. She enjoyed the sensation of his lips on her body and his hand around her neck. His body molded into hers like a clay puzzle piece. She was a puzzle, and he was the one part she'd been missing.

He gave her another kiss on her stomach and resumed sliding her gown down off of her body completely, looking over her. The moonlight made her look like silk, pale and soft. Her rib cage was slightly visible and her hips were a bit bony, but he genuinely didn't care what her appearance was. He began to slip off his own garments.

"Wait." Angela held a hand up.

"Is everything okay?" the man asked cautiously. He hoped she wasn't going to back out.

"Yes, of course, everything is fine." Angela reassured him, leaning up slightly and kissing him. "But...don't you think... maybe it's time for you to tell me your name." She paused, waiting for a reaction, but continued on. "I know you kind of keep that private, but...I think it's the-"

"No, no. You're right, don't worry." The man smiled. But this time the normally comforting grin seemed distorted.

Angela released the man's face worriedly. Was something wrong? "Are you...alright?" Angela queried. There was a tremble in her voice.

"No, of course not, darling." He had never called Angela "darling" before, and she didn't like the sound of it. "I was just going to tell you my name."

"Okay.." Angela said apprehensively. Angela, relax. This is fine. He's okay, remember?

"My name," the man drawled, hand tightening around Angela's neck, "is Trigon."