A/N:...Yeah, like anyone's gonna read this instead of getting on with the story.
"Everyone okay?" A mercifully familiar voice called out in the darkness.
"Depends on your definition of 'okay'." Came Beast Boy's pained response. "I feel like we landed on a pile of ro—OWE!" He suddenly exclaimed, hitting something.
"I am in utter confusion, I cannot see a thing in this darkness!" Starfire exclaimed.
"Okay sound off, Beast Boy?" Robin called.
"Here! Wherever that is." He answered.
"Rorek?"
"I'm here." He answered, grunting as he slowly lifted himself from the uneven terrain. There was truly no light to be seen, and it was obvious there were many obsticals about the place, he felt a slanted wall like surface to his left and kept his hand on it. Not even his extra dragon sight could pick anything but slight shapes from the place around them. Well, it was enough that he could avoid big obstacles, he pulled his scarf down and breathed in the air.
"Starfire?"
"Present and accounted for." The girl answered.
"Cyborg?"
"Robin, I'm behind you." He answered.
"Oh so that's you. Okay, Raven?" He called. Rorek's heart seemed to stop beating altogether. He breathed in deeply through his nose, and focused everything he could to try and hear her if she spoke. "Raven?" Robin repeated, his voice also growing with worry. But it was nothing compared to Rorek, Raven not answering could be explained in that she may have passed out, but he could not smell her at all. He could smell all the others, along with a dark, musky scent he did not care to find the nature of, but try as he might, he couldn't smell her.
"Lumos!" Rorek exclaimed, raising his hand in the air to create a sphere of bright light. Suddenly the entire terrain was exposed, they looked to be within a place of ancient ruins, underground, like a once-great city built by dwarfs. Crystal clear waters made islands out of certain places like the one he stood upon, and were so shallow that the deepest parts looked like they would go no higher than his ankle. He could see Beast Boy nursing an injury from a jagged piece of rubble, Cyborg and Robin were standing on top of what looked, from there, to be a tipped over wall with ancient engravings on them, Starfire was flying above them, joining Robin now that she could see, but Raven was nowhere. "Raven! RAVEN!" He yelled, flying high into the air. He combed the place with his eyes, looking for anything that might resemble her. Blue, lavender, black clothing, pale skin, anything other than the dusty white of the marble structures that encompassed the whole terrain. Nothing, not even a silhouette. He sniffed the air deeply, trying to pick up her dark floral scent. There was nothing but ruins, dirt walls, and a dirt ceiling held together by magical braces.
But something did get his attention, a single structure that seemed untouched. He flew to it, the others following him with Beast Boy and Starfire carrying Cyborg and Robin. When he landed there, all he could do was stare. He thought his heart had stopped before, but now it seemed like his whole world had frozen in place.
He stood there, having to tear his eyes from the pictures upon the mural, and read the ancient language surrounding it. He translated aloud for the other's benefit, "'And so it came to pass that the great evil, the demon Trigon, did conceive within the woman a child that would be the key to his release upon the world. And when the child became a woman she would marry Brother Blood, the high priest of Trigon, and within her womb she would conceive the apocalypse of all space and time. Creating an order in which Trigon shall release his demon children and they shall feed upon the blood which they have starved for for so long. And Trigon with his half-demon, half-human daughter shall rule over all, and it shall be a time of suffering for, not only mankind, but for all other creatures who have not given themselves to evil and join Trigon. So says the Book of Blood.'"
"That's, that's Raven!" Beast Boy exclaimed, pointing at the picture of a woman, wearing a long dress that became the darkness around her. She was in the center of the mural, her hands held up to the beast he suspected was Trigon. Her hair was much longer in the picture, and she was older too, but it was still Raven. To her right was a cloaked figure that was probably Brother Blood, who, it was now apparent, was Balegor, and to her left was a large crystal, held in chains, and with a sleeping infant trapped inside.
"Let's get out of here, and find Raven!" Rorek suddenly exclaimed, surprising everyone by the firm tone of his voice. Raven, I swear to any god who would listen to me, this will not happen.
"Raven? Raven what happened?" A familiar voice, with an unfamiliar tone of concern in it, called to her.
"I thought you promised to stay out of my dreams." Raven said, her eyes began to open, and she saw Malchior was holding her up on the floor of one of his castle rooms. She then sat bolt upright, "Oh gods, I can't be asleep! Not now!!!" She exclaimed.
"You've been drugged." He explained.
"What? How would you know?" She demanded irritably.
"Because I tried to send you back myself. Raven where are you?" He asked.
"What does it matter to you?" She snapped, "It's not like you can do anything!" She exclaimed, standing up so she didn't have to be so close to him.
"If you released me from your curse I could—"
"Absolutly not!" She nearly shrieked, "If you think for one second that just because I'm in a little bind I'm going to just set you free so you can go on your little rampage afterwards, you're out of your mind!"
Malchior narrowed his eyes at her in an angered look. He then opened his mouth to speak, "'And so it came to pass that the great evil, the demon Trigon, did conceive within the woman a child that would be the key to his release upon the world. And when the child became a woman she would marry Brother Blood, the high priest of Trigon, and within her womb she would conceive the apocalypse of all space and time. Creating an order in which Trigon shall release his demon children and they shall feed upon the blood which they have starved for for so long. And Trigon with his half-demon, half-human daughter shall rule over all, and it shall be a time of suffering for, not only mankind, but for all other creatures who have not given themselves to evil and join Trigon. So says the Book of Blood.'"
Raven stared at him, her eyes widen, her heart pounding in her ears with every word. "How, do you know of that?" She asked, everything else all but completely forgotten.
"Rorek and I are of the same being, therefore it only makes sense that we can communicate mentally. Though on a normal basis we both close our minds to each other, but I couldn't help but hear that. And this: 'Raven, I swear to any god who would listen to me, this will not happen.'" He said in Rorek's voice. "And, naturally, after sensing you were sleeping, I became rather worried." He told her.
He couldn't have been lying, there was no way he'd have known that passage from the Book of Blood. But how did Rorek find it? Only preists of the Blood Clan had coppies of them, and the only other—The Noxmuralis, the mural that told the prophecy in the book. Oh gods, they were there?! But if they were there, and she wasn't, where was she?
Several dots seem to connect simultaneously within her mind. There were many possibilities, there could be many explanations to this and, assuming the worst was true, dealing with a free Malchior after all of this was over would be crystal dust compared to what they were about to face. Provided, they lived through this.
Raven whirled on Malchior, her eyes ablaze with resolution, "If I free you, if I break the curse that binds you to the book, you have to swear to me that you will not harm any innocence, and that you will help us defeat Trigon and Balegor." She said.
Malchior looked suddenly taken aback by this sudden change of mind, which was only proving to him how serious the situation was becoming. "What, do you think I'm going to allow some freak humanoid to touch, much less wed, you? I'd rather kiss a gorgon." He said.
Raven resisted the urge to make some derogatory comment and said instead, "Will you be able to find us? Because I don't think we're at the place we had gone to."
"I can find Rorek, and, if you're close enough, I'll be able to find you as well." He answered.
"Okay, but before you leave my room, there is an orb that holds some blackfire butterflies, take it and bring it with you to me." She said.
"Alright, but what is it?"
"Something we're going to need." Was all she told him.
"Very well then."
Raven hesitated only a moment, and then she pressed her hands upon Malchior's chest, feeling her own curse binding him into the book. She broke it easily, after all it was her curse, and now all he had to do was leave this dream world and he would be free, which she had expected him to do the moment he realized she'd broken the curse.
He didn't leave at once, instead he took her wrists and moved them from his chest to around his neck. He pulled off the scarf over his face and bent down to kiss her. She decided to go ahead and let him, he was helping them after all. And it was short, maybe a little forceful, but he pulled away after a moment and said, "I'll come for you." Just before he disappeared.
The entire room began to fade away into darkness, a darkness which seemed to start to crack like class, as this dream world no longer had Malchior's magic to stabilize it. Suddenly it seemed to shatter around her, and then,
She sat bolt upright, her mind all a whirl of pictures and distorted memories of what was happening, of what had happened. She and the others had been sucked into that abandoned church, Balegor was Brother Blood, therefore their enemy was Trigon and the Blood Clan. The other Titans were in the ancient ruins of what use to be Trigon's largest temple, she'd just freed Malchior and he was on his way to help, she hoped, and she was...in a dress.
Not only that, but she was on a lavish, king-sized bed with open draperies around it that showed her the rest of the room. It was large, very large, and everything had a theme of black and gothic design. From the walls to the wood of the four poster bed, everything was in shades of black, dark blue, dark red, and dark purple. Even the candles were black, and the light they gave off was much to white to be natural.
The dress she had on was black, the neckline, if you could call it that, exposed her shoulders while the sleeves seemed to split at the elbow and trail down a ways. The body of the dress was very form fitted, and, when she stood up, rose slightly in the front to show a little of her feet, but then trailed behind her. Along with the dress was jewelry, silver jewelry with dark gems, some of which she suspected were blood rubies.
Raven glared at herself in the full length mirror to her right. This was humiliating, what was she, some doll!?No, she was Trigon's daughter, a demonic princess of sorts, and the outfit was only expressing that fact. She hated it, but her previous clothing was nowhere to be found, so all she could do was tear off the earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and rings and throw them to the floor. She all but yanked the tiara off her head and flung it at the mirror. The glass broke, giving her a shattered view of herself.
She then took the shoes that had she was wearing off her feet. She broke the high heels off and put them back on. She wasn't going to walk around bare foot, but she was sure as heck not going to wear those ridiculous heels.
She marched to the door and, not even testing to see if it was locked or not, pulled it from the wall and flung it across the room so that it crashed into that bed with her black force. She found herself in a large room, which looked suspiciously like the dining room they had been ported to when everyone else had first met Balegor. She was slightly disappointed that she didn't see Balegor anywhere, instead there were men and women running about in black and gray clothing. Some had elaborate robes of these colors, priests no doubt, others were more basic robes, they would be apprentices, and more in dirty shafts, servants. But everything was darkly colored, but it seemed to have a theme of black and blood red as well.
A few people had suddenly noticed Raven leave the room she had been in, and let out a cry. She prepared herself to battle the entire room, but they did the last thing she was expecting. All at once, it seemed, everyone fell to their knees, touching their heads to the floor before her. This was more irritating than anything else, but she didn't have to fight all of them, and she didn't at all see a problem walking on anyone in her way.
She decided to think quickly about this newfound information. Obviously they either didn't know that she loathed her father completely, or they were too afraid to do anything else. Both might be true, but whatever it was no one seemed inclined to question her. So she grabbed a boy in a shaft by the shoulder and forced him up. "Do you know where Balegor is?" She whispered with a hiss.
He gave her a fearful look, but nodded slowly.
"Take me to him." She ordered. He nodded again and began to walk across the room, shoulders hunched and head bowed low so that he didn't seem taller than she was. Oh for crying out loud! She thought in exasperation.
Rorek staggered to the ground, choking and coughing as he pulled his scarf back up over his face. "Rorek?! You alright?" Robin asked, swiftly coming to his side. The humanoid swayed a bit, feeling dizzy as the stench was still overpowering, even through the scarf.
In a moment of uncontrolled rage, Rorek had destroyed the mural that told of that horrible prophecy, and behind it they had found a tunnel with stone steps leading downward. They had followed it, reaching a slightly unleveled passageway, hoping to find something of Raven's whereabouts. And then after an uncertain time period, it seemed they had passed through a wall, one in which the other side was filled with an impossibly powerful smell of blood, death, and...torture.
"I, I'm okay, but I think, we should turn back." He answered, covering his nose with his hand. "You cannot tell me you don't smell that." He said.
Robin sniffed, "I smell something funny, what is it?" He asked.
Beast Boy turned into a dog and gave the air a big whiff, and then he fell over in a faint, turning back into Beast Boy, "Blood dude, lots and lots of it!" He huffed out.
"Not just blood, but—" Suddenly the corridor was filled with a piercing, almost inhuman scream of pain. And then it gave an abrupt, and sickening stop. They could hear nothing more.
"Okay, I think that count's as: let's get the heck outta here!" Cyborg exclaimed.
"No! They might need our help, we can't just—" Robin tried.
"Dude, they just died, didn't you hear the sudden STOP!? Lets go!" Beast Boy exclaimed.
"There could be more that will need our help! And what if friend Raven is there as well?!" Starfire exclaimed.
"Don't worry, she's not in that exact room, but she is in that direction." A low, yet slightly familiar voice said from behind. Everyone spun around in the tunnel, and gasped. He looked like Rorek, but his skin was pale, his hair was black, his eyes were red, bodysuit and scarf were dark violet, and his armor was black. He had an obscure orb under his left arm and a sword with a black crystal blade resting on his shoulder in his right hand.
"MALCHIOR!" Rorek suddenly roared, pushing his way to the front of them. "What are you doing here?! How did you get out?!" He demanded furiously. The Titans suddenly got into battle positions.
Malchior grinned to reveal a pointed tooth, "I got out myself, of course." He answered haughtily, "I figured that if you could break out of your prison, than I could get out of mine as well."
"Uh, what's he talking about?" Asked Beast Boy.
Malchior's smirk broadened, he raised one finger from the sword hilt and waved it at Rorek, tisking as he did this. "So you told them the same lie, have you? Dear, dear, well that's going to raise a few more trust issues, I'm sure. But, if we could, let's wait until after we find Raven to get into another row, shall we? I certainly wouldn't want to be the one to tell her that we all died because we fought amongst ourselves and not against Trigon." He said.
"Alright, man, I never liked you from the beginning, but now you're start'n to get on my nerves!" Cyborg exclaimed, pointing his blaster at Malchior.
"No, Cyborg! Not in here!" Robin exclaimed.
"Yes, you'll alert the Blood Clan." Malchior snickered. He did a gesture with his left hand and suddenly the orb had disappeared, into some sort of a sub-space pocket no doubt.
"Wait, how have you come to acquire this information? We have not said anything about the demon, nor Raven's predicament." Starfire questioned.
"Yes, how did you find out?" Rorek asked with a leer.
Malchior gave him a superior smile, "It's hard to miss when you won't shut your mental mouth. I got the idea from the prophecy you read off that mural, and from what you said afterwards. So I brought some backup." He said, bringing the dark sword from his shoulder and giving it a test slice before letting it rest at his side in his hand.
"That's Raven's isn't it? Why did you—?"
"Rorek, if you really want to keep going at it, by all means, you can talk to my shadow. But I am not waiting until Trigon has risen to suddenly shape up and get moving. If you will excuse me, I have over a thousand years of blood lust to satisfy." He said.
"As much as I hate to admit it, the Malchior is right. We must join forces in order to keep an even greater evil at bay." Starfire said. Rorek sighed, she was right, the best way to handle this now was to combine their powers, if only to save Raven. Afterwards, well, they'd have to see if there was an afterwards first.
Malchior raised an eyebrow at her, "And just who said anything about 'joining forces'? Hm? All I want is Raven, the rest of you can go to—"
"Do you want Raven to rip out your heart and eat it?" Rorek questioned.
Malchior leered at him for a moment, but something seemed to have gave in and he said, "Oh very well, but can we hurry it up? I do hate being idle." He asked, walking past them so he could take the lead.
"By all means, you can go first man." Cyborg said.
"Hm, no doubt you're hoping I'll shield the rest of you from the brute of an attack." He said with a slight chuckle.
"I hope he gets a hernia." Beast Boy muttered. Everyone nodded in agreement at the same time.
"Go." Raven ordered the servant. He gratefully bowed low to her and then ran off as fast as he could. Apparently servants were wary of Brother Blood's personal chambers, and with reason. The huge black spider on the door wasn't exactly welcoming. Raven was planning on throwing the doors open and sending a fury of spells at the first breathing thing she saw, but she had not even touched the smooth black surface of the spider when the double doors opened themselves, causing the spider to split into two symmetrical halves.
"Come in, Lady Raven. We've been expecting you." Said the unmistakable voice of Balegor.
"Do you have any idea how many times that line has been used in earth's media?" Raven said. Her usually monotone voice held an unsurprising edge to it as she walked into the room, her eyes glowing white. She wasn't even going to ask who the 'we' was, she'd expected the worst, and didn't doubt that Balegor could communicate directly to Trigon now.
Balegor chuckled, and she found him with his cloak pulled back away from his head and shoulders to expose his silvery skin and lavish robes. He sat at a table for two with a wine glass in his hand. "Always so cynical, come, sit. Relax, you are the queen of this castle." He said, moving the other chair out for her with a wave of his hand.
"And you are a little too sure of yourself." She responded. She narrowed her eyes at the chair, and the next moment it shattered into a million pieces. "Shall we dance?" She asked, her dark energy engulfed her hands, the force she called forth caused her hair and stray parts of her dress to flow about.
"I would love to." He answered standing up to summon his own violet energy force. "Vigor, Divinitas, Nox." He chanted.
"Azarath, Metrion, Zynthos!" She cried, letting her black energy flow from her body to engulf the room. "Draco Tempetas!" The dark energy began to take a form of several small but fierce dragons, which began to encircle Balegor in a predator like fashion.
"Caedes Sacro!" He raised his hands to the ceiling, and a red energy suddenly came from a huge black gem upon his wall, feeding into him through his hands. His violet energy changed to a blood red, as did his eyes. He let out a cry, almost of pain, and his power was unleashed upon the dragons as they attacked, obliterating them into nothing, and also sending Raven flying back into the now-closed doors. "I can dance all night, my dear." He said haughtily, the red energy still coursing throughout his person.
"Hn, two can play at that game." Raven hissed as she stood up, she crossed her hands in front of her and began to chant, "Sanguineus Factus Spiritus, Factus Cendere, Factus Aura, Factus Aqua," Balegor's expression began to fall as he watched her, recognition was beginning to done in his eyes, "Factus Ventulus, Factus Humus, Factus Fulmineus," She continued, watching as Balegor's face began to twist in fear.
"NO!" He yelled.
"Factus Lux, Factus Nox, Factus Mortis!" She finished in a cry, her body suddenly became infused with an immeasurable power, bursting from her being, pulsing all around the room, and inflicting damage upon Balegor before she even lashed out at him herself.
"Master! Master save me!" Balegor screamed.
"No one can save you now. Tandem Mortis!" She exclaimed, unleashing all of the power she had summoned upon one particular focus point: Balegor.
Malchior brandished his sword upon the last filthy humanoid who had dared to challenge him. He watched with meager satisfaction as the priest fell, blood gushing from his wound, the dark sword not only killing him, but causing his body to deteriorate much faster because of the life force it zapped from the victim. The only thing that disappointed him was the fact that Raven probably wasn't going to let him keep it.
"Man, can you possibly make this movie any gorier?!" Beast Boy exclaimed, looking sick to his stomach.
"I can always try." He answered, adjusting the scarf over his face. He was much more use to the smell of blood and decay than Rorek was, but the smell that came from the bodies the dark sword was causing to rot at an accelerated rate was almost overpowering, even to him. And Rorek had only remained conscious due to the fact that he was holding his nose, through the scarf, and breathing solely through his mouth.
And it wasn't all his doing either.
Bodies, corpses, and only slightly recognizable masses of flesh littered the torture chamber. And the smell wasn't the worst of it, however hard that might be to believe. The implements and instruments that encompassed the area seemed to be from many eras, modified with technology it seemed. He could place what most of it did, likely the only other one who could was Rorek. Of course, some of the instruments hadn't been cleaned up quite yet, so it was fairly obvious what they did.
And of course, their only female happened to be a princess who could feel a pea under ten mattresses and was out cold with horror. The little birdie was currently carrying her.
"This is sick. How long did these people live?" Robin asked.
"Two years, probably. Oh, I'm sorry, you wanted the kiddie version didn't you? In that case they lived for only two days." Malchior mocked.
"This is not the time, let's just get out of here, and try not to look at anything e—"
"Heeeeeelp!" Several voices rasped at one time. There was a shrill scream, which caused Malchior to turn around and look at the three remaining Titans in question. Robin and Cyborg pointed to Beast Boy, who was out cold on the floor.
"Dear gods! They're still alive!!!" Rorek exclaimed, running over to try and undo the elaborate mechanism.
"Please, just kill us." Said one of them, who's face looked little more than chopped up meat.
"We can't be saved." Said the one Rorek was trying to release.
"No, we can help y—" Robin began.
"No you can't, and even if you could! They'd need a healer right away, and even then most of them would have to live their lives with the horrors they've faced here. Besides, we don't have time to waste. So if you want to help, just kill them swiftly and be done with it." Malchior snapped.
"Please..." The woman begged.
Rorek stopped and nodded regretfully, "Alright." He said. He then grabbed her neck and swiftly snapped it.
"Rorek! What do you think you're doing?!?!" Robin demanded.
"Sometimes death is a better alternative! We can do no more than release them from this!" Rorek answered, moving to the next person. "Cyborg, help me. Make sure they're all dead, and try to make it swift." He said.
"Hey man, I don't do that I—"
"Oh, for Ryuujin's sake!" Malchior cried. He gave the sword in his hand a virtical swipe, and unleashed the deadly energy he had gathered upon anything that was half-dead, or more, already. "Alright, they're dead, can we go now?!" He growled. He didn't wait for a response, he turned and went through the other door at a brisk pace.
"This isn't right...." Cyborg said.
"No it's not, but it's all we can do." Rorek told him. "Come on," He said, leading the way after Malchior.
But suddenly a wall came down over the exit, blocking their way out. Rorek, Cyborg, and Robin turned around. The entrance they had come into the room from now looked like another part of the wall as well. But other secret doors were opening, and footsteps could be heard approaching.
Stupid, she thought, Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. She continued to mentally smack herself as she grabbed the closest article of furniture she could and pull herself off the ground. Her legs wobbled and her arms could hardly lift her weight on a normal basis, much less now. She fell back to the floor.
The chant had granted her more power than she had ever imagined, but it left her drained and week. Channeling so much power usually had higher consequences, but thankfully she was neither dead nor did it seem she was going to have a heart attack. Somehow it seemed she had gotten strong enough to complete the chant efficiently, though it helped that she'd read that entire book by now and didn't try it when she was still only half way.
She let herself lay on the floor for a while, barely conscious, and only through extreme will power was she able to pull herself up to her feet. But the chant might as well have killed her.
Balegor was wounded and staggering, pain apparent on his face, but he was alive. He was still alive! But it wasn't possible! She'd unleashed a final spell, forbidden and dark yes, but it should have at least killed him! And there he was, walking towards her, and she now helpless to do anything but try and stagger away.
"I wish I had known you were so powerful." He grunted, grabbing her, "But you can't have much more power to defend yourself after that. Seems the dance is over."
"How did you survive?!" She demanded, trying with all her might to keep him from pulling her over to the table, where it seemed the other chair had somehow been mended.
"Well now, wouldn't you like to know? Now sit down and stop being so difficult!" He ordered, forcing her into the chair. She tried to get back up, but not only was she far too exhausted to move, much less fight, he had bound her with a violet chain of energy. "This is your destiny, Raven." He said, sitting himself down into the other chair. He then turned his head to the massive black gem, and smirked. Curiosity forced Raven to look as well. Her eyes widened in shock and horror. "Well, well," Balegor said, "Seems your friends have found the Torture room."
"Wake up you two, this is no time to be sleep'n!" Cyborg said, spraying water from his reserves on to the faces of Beast Boy and Starfire. Thankfully, they were revived, and saw that they were also surrounded.
The titans stood in a circle, their backs to each other in a battle position. There had to be over fifty Blood Clan priests surrounding them, each preparing their own spells, week yes, but they were also high in numbers. And then the crowd parted in one section to allow a familiar teenage girl through, her short choppy hair now a bubblegum pink, and her usually colorful outfit had become a collection of reds and blacks. "Miss me?" She asked with a giggle.
"Zacroma! You're with them?!" Robin demanded.
"I thought you were with H.I.V.E.!" Beast Boy exclaimed.
"I was, but I decided to leave after meeting that cute mystic! And besides, they actually pay me with gold and jewels, quite a step up from H.I.V.E.! Though of course Jinx had to be a little witch before I left, but all in all, I like this position more." She said boastingly.
"Man, I know you're evil and all, but how can you participate in something like this?!" Beast Boy demanded, pointing to one of the corpses.
"Oh what, you mean the torture? It does take a special type of person to be able to watch someone being tortured." She said with an airy voice, "Thankfully I'm that kind of person." She lifted her hands into the air. A blue light shot from them, and became a wall of jail bars. The priests swiftly vacated the space behind them, and before anyone could react it shoved them all back, until they were crushed into the stone surface of the wall. More bars seemed to grow and form from her blue light, and suddenly they were trapped.
Now Rorek saw what the priests were all preparing, as each of them cast their spells upon the cage. They weren't offensive spells, they were trapping spells. Which wouldn't have been a problem for Rorek to get through, if he had been pushed back by the wall as well. Now the priests were circling him, and Zacroma seemed to be preparing something else. He began to form a spell in his hands, but something told him it would be useless.
A/N: IMPORTANT NOTE! PLEASE READ!!! Before I wrote the rough draft for this, as I have stated before, I had not watched very many TT episodes, and so I did not know that they had fought against Trigon previously, so I have no idea how all that worked out. So just work with me here, and let's say I'm doing my own thing and my own interpretation of what I've read up on Raven in the original series. (Is it obvious I don't particularly like Brother Blood?)
Ahem! Now,
Twilight Shards: Heheh, sorry, but we're getting into some deep plot here, so there'll be cliffies for a bit! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
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Pixie10111: Hm, I would, but I'd have to take some precious time to edit all those chapters, and at this point doing so wouldn't be very beneficial to my health as I can imagine pitchforks and torches at my front door. Ahem, anyways, Yay! I'm a good girl! (Grins broadly) Do I get a treat for finishing the story? (Puppy dog eyes)
Well, that's all I had to say, now I must go and get my little ball of fire off my shelves. ("YUME! Get off of there right now!!!")