A/N: Sorry it took so long. I've not been in the writing mood for a while and have also been sick for a few days. Here's the new chapter. I hope you really enjoy!

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The background soon faded into nothing. It was as dark as a power outage. Raven couldn't see a thing, not even her own hands. The air surrounding her smelled heavily of smoke; it's rancid aroma circulating around her. The gloomy girl inhaled a breath and suddenly began to have a coughing fit.

Raven immediately concealed her mouth; the gray, heavy smoke began to sting her eyes. The smoke became undeniably heavier with each passing second. More of the smoke piled into the dark room; more followed subsequently. The coughing now became a cluster of huge gasps for breath.

Raven's chest moved rapidly in and out. The smoky fog was suffocating the life out of her. The dark teen thrust her left hand out; her right hand still concealing her mouth.

"Azar !"

Translucent black magic made its way across her outstretched hand. A dark force field formed around and over her skinny body, protecting every inch of flesh she owned. Her blue eyes became flaming white conflagrations; her glorious blue cloak fluttered restlessly behind her.

The smoke in the smoke-infested place started to consume the translucent black bubble. The bubble soon became invisible to the human eye. Raven's arm quivered freely; her eyes began to narrow due to extreme concentration. She lowered her head, struggling sounds escaping her lips.

This was how she felt about her life. It was nothing but struggles; struggles to survive, struggles to suppress her emotions. All her life she would be cursed with the power of darkness; cursed to be the very offspring of the devil himself.

Over time the darkness had become a part of her existence. That was the reason why she desired to live another life as somebody other than herself. But she never chose to live this atrocious life she was tied to, it was chosen by none other than her demonic father.

It was his fault as to why she was suffering. He had bestowed this inevitable curse upon her when she was born into the world. A curse in which she had to deal with for all eternity unless he was defeated. The dark teen sometimes felt buried rage directed towards her father.

The feeling was too weak to activate her powers but strong enough to ignite a flame inside her. The unavoidable craving for her father's demise now grew intense. If only she had owned a different father. With a dissimilar father, she'd have never had to face these types of struggles.

Life would never seem as complicated for her. Her emotions wouldn't have to be suppressed and checked upon daily. The dark girl's life would seem perfect. All Raven wanted and desired was to live a normal life as a regular teen.

She wanted to discover what is was like to feel joy, depression, affection, and jealousy, wanted to snuggle close to her dream man (guess who! ï