A/N: Kiddies beware! If you are easily disturbed and/or scared by even little parts of torture I'd suggest you not read this part. However, if a little physical agony doesn't bother you so long as it isn't happening to you, then read on for it's not that descriptive.

For whom the gun tolls
For whom the prey weeps
Bow before a war
Call it religion

"Stop..." Raven's hands gripped the arms of the chair so that her nails broke and her fingers became bloody.

Some wounds never heal
Some tears never will
Dry for the unkind
Cry for mankind

She tried to put her hands over her eyes, but the screaming didn't stop, if anything it intensified. "Stop it, leave him alone..." She chocked. But a cruel harsh laugh added to the screams.

Even the dead cry
- Their only comfort
Kill your friend, I don't care
Orchid kids, blinded stare

She couldn't keep her eyes away any longer, her hands came down of their own accord and her eyes were once again fixed upon the massive jewel which was acting as a screen. Tears began to obscure her vision.

Need to understand
No need to forgive
No truth no sense left to be followed

They burned him, cutting parts of his skin as if they were dissecting some dead frog, and then placing a white hot coal upon the muscle. They forced his eyes to stay open while they burned them as well. They stuck him with needles that pumped boiling water into his veins.

"Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend"
"Time to die, poor mates, You made me what I am!"

Then they poured nearly frozen water upon him, causing the burns to seer and crack his skin open and make him bleed even more. They touched dry ice to him, cutting out his skin and placing it upon the muscle.

"In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way"

"Your praying is in vain It'll all be over soon"
"Father help me, save me a place by your side!"
"There is no god Our creed is but for ourselves"

He screamed, he tried so hard not to, but it came out and he couldn't stop it. "Stop..." Raven tried again.

"Not a hero unless you die Our species eat the wounded ones"

"Drunk with the blood of your victims
I do feel your pity-wanting pain,
Lust for fame, a deadly game"

Tears were flowing freely and shamelessly from her face. Her head pounded behind her eyes with every second, with every image entering her mind. She felt his pain in herself. Why? Why couldn't it be her there instead of him? He had nothing to do with this! Nothing...

"Run away with your impeccable kin!"

"- Good wombs hath borne bad sons..."
- Cursing, God, why?
Falling for every lie
Survivors' guilt
In us forevermore

"STOP IT!!!" She suddenly cried in a voice that was not her own. The chains that bound her to the chair seemed to shatter around her as she lunged for Balegor. She grabbed him before he could do anything, Rorek's screams intensifying her rage and she flung him across the room. He hit the wall and fell to the ground. But she was there the next instant. She grabbed him by the neck and hit him against the wall again, pinning him there. She could hardly see, everything seemed to be consumed in red, but she knew where Balegor was.

"Make them stop!" A foreign voice ordered from her mouth, "Or I swear you will regret the day you were born!" She hissed.

But he smiled, he smiled. Rorek gave out one last scream, and then it stopped, it just...stopped. He was...they...no...

15 candles
Redeemers of this world
Dwell in hypocrisy:
"How were we supposed to know"

Balegor dropped to the floor without her ever realizing she'd let him go. Faintly she felt something solid hit her back. She could see nothing, hear nothing. Her mind was breaking, as her heart had already been crushed. Tears continued to flow from her eyes, and then everything seemed to shatter.

Zacroma was guarding her cage, but she had her back turned to them, seems she didn't want to miss the show.

Rorek's screams rang in their ears, Starfire was curled up in a ball in the corner, sobbing uncontrollably. Beast Boy was with her, trying to act the part of the protecting male since Robin wasn't doing it, but he looked like he needed someone to hold him as well. Cyborg was still trying to bust through the cage, but no matter what he did the metal didn't bend, nor did it seem inclined to give way at all. It must have been the magic those mages had put upon it. But Robin was glaring at Zacroma.

Okay, she was a bad guy, he could deal with that. She had fought against them with H.I.V.E., she's not gonna like them too much after making a failure out of her. So she switched from one evil to an even greater evil, not the most uncommon of actions. But to just stand by and watch them do those things to Rorek as if it were some sort of amusing past time, what kind of a monster was she?!

Suddenly, it appeared they had stopped, as Rorek was no longer crying out. Robin looked over, and saw, to his surprise, that the priests who were currently doing the torture were now removing all implements. They had let Rorek pass out, and were actually treating the wounds that they had created. They sewed his skin back up and rubbed salves and soothers upon his flesh. One of them put his hand over one eye, and when he removed it the eye looked whole again. He put his hand over the other eye and did the same.

Suddenly Robin's attention was averted by Zacroma leaning against the cage, if he could get his arm through the bars he could...

But then she did something that caused all of them to stare, even Starfire and Beast boy. She pulled out four sets of...beads, beaded necklaces, from out of seemingly nowhere and held them through the bars. She jingled them slightly, indicating that they were suppose to take them. "Put them on." She whispered through the corner of her mouth.

Dumbfounded, Robin took the strings of beads. Then Zacroma scooted over to where she had put the door of the cage, and grabbed the small box that locked the door to the cage in her hand. It came off easily, and she let it melt to the floor. She then began to walk up to where the priests were fixing Rorek, her posture and air playful, but they saw her make two blade-guard daggers behind her back.

"Awww, done already?" She asked with a pout.

"We have done what was needed, but we must keep him alive in case there is a cause for him. The others, however, we can dispose of." Said one of them.

"Well, you know what I think?" She asked, getting close to the ear of the same preist in a seductive manner, "I think, we should keep them all alive." She said, she then drove a dagger into the back of his neck and, before any of the others realized what she had just done, the Titans were on them.

"ROSARY! ROSARY!" They screamed when they tried to inflict damage. Robin had decided to make everyone put on the necklaces, and now he realized why they were needed. For some reason the magic of these people was repelled by the beads and sent right back to them. Physical contact, also, caused their skin to burn.

Zacroma's air had suddenly changed from haughty and preppy, to serious and competent. She came out with moves using those daggers in complex ways that none of the titans had ever seen before. But they weren't going to argue.

Starfire ripped off all the things that kept Rorek on it with such fury she destroyed the thing before actually being able to grab the humanoid dragon from his place.

When all of the 5 priests were down everyone just sort of stared at Zacroma. She pulled out the beads that she herself was wearing, "Rosary, repells evil beings like demons. The Blood Clan members have all gone through a ritual that requires they inject demon blood into their systems. And if they live they're Blood Clan material. So rosary repels their spells and any harm they try to do. Works really well too. Now come on, we don't have much time." She said, jerking her head to where the door use to be, but still she ran towards it.

"Hey wait a moment! How do we know we can tru—"

"Hm, what could I have planned that would be worse that torture till death?" She asked, giving Cyborg a look, "You're not exactly in a position to be choosy about who helps you." She said.

"But, but, since when were you on our side?!" Beast Boy exclaimed.

Zacroma gave the wall a good kick, and then it began to rise back into the ceiling, revealing the other passage once more. "I've always been on your 'side', I just couldn't let anyone know that, not even you." She answered. "Now, are you coming? Or do I leave you here for when the next batch of priests come to check up on what's going on?" She asked.

"But what about him?" Cyborg asked, gesturing to Rorek, who was being supported by Starfire.

"Oh, he's fine, conscious even. He's just been paralyzed, it'll wear off in a few minutes." She pulled out another string of beads, "Here, put this on him." She said, tossing it to Robin.

"Alright, we're going to trust you for now. So what's the plan?" Robin asked.

"We find you're friend Raven and snap her out of her current demonic state, then we battle Trigon and pray to any god who will listen that we either survive, or at least take him down with us." She answered.

"I don't like this plan." Beast Boy said.

Rorek grunted, "We don't have much choice." He wheezed out.

"Rorek! Hey, you alright buddy?" Cyborg asked.

"I'll live, let's just find Raven." He answered.

"Right, walk this way please." Zacroma instructed.

"Master! We have done it! You are free!" Balegor cried in triumph. A gigantic, red-skinned arm with long yellow nails came out of the enormous jewel upon the wall. It grabbed the edge of the wall, and then the mirror of the same arm came out to grab the other side. Then a leg, and another leg, and finally the head. Long, pointed teeth lined the jaw, long black hair fell from the forehead, and two bull-like horns crowned both sides of the skull. Four yellow eyes, one set below the brow, and the other above, looked down at their owner's high priest. The humanoid was no taller than the length of his hand, and the ceiling, though it was very high by normal standards, still made him have to stoop.

"Well done, Brother Blood." The creature's raspy, yet booming voice echoed. Then his eyes fell upon the sprawled form of his daughter. He opened his mouth and let red ribbons of light emit from it, surrounding his being in their blood-like embrace. Trigon began to shrink, slowly becoming smaller while his horns shortened, his fangs turned into teeth, his skin changed from red to sheet white. When the spell finished. He looked less like the devil, and more like a large, muscular man. His horns gone, his facial features smoothed, and his teeth having a more vampiric look than demonic, he looked almost completely different.

"Master, your robes?" Brother Blood asked. He bowed low before Trigon and lifted the lavish clothing up to his master.

"Yes, these will do." He answered, putting them on himself. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Without the horns to hold it back, his long hair had come forward and was framing his face to give it an even more humanoid, as well as handsome, look. He then turned his attention to his daughter.

Brother Blood was about to pick her up and bring her to him, but Trigon waved him away and knelt before the girl himself. "Ah, my lovely Raven." He pushed the hair obscuring her features away from her face so he could caress her cheek, "How do you feel?" He asked.

The girl's hands, once pale, but now sheet white like her father's, came up to hold the demon's muscular arm. "Good, Father, better than good." She said, her eyes opened, glowing red, to look up at him. And then a second set of red eyes opened from above her brow.

Trigon helped his daughter stand up, and she smiled at him, exposing her own set of fangs. Her hair was darkening with each passing breath, and was also becoming longer. "Father," She began, holding his hand to her cheek.

"Yes Raven?"

"I really don't like who you chose to be Brother Blood." She said.

Balegor's eyes widened as his master and his supposed 'bride' turned to look at him, smirking. His heart seemed to stop, he was frozen in fear.

Malchior kicked over the already decaying priestess, feeling irritated now. Yes, he enjoyed a good fight, best if it was long and challenged his abilities, but this was becoming monotonous. Not only were these small battles short, but these humans were so pathetic that after his 100th kill it was all becoming extremely boring. And where was Rorek and his little friends? Surely they'd caught up with him by now! It's not like he left any obstacles in their wake. Malchior scratched his arm, and then grabbed it. he looked down at it, no blood, but he felt something. In fact, now that he stopped to pay attention, he felt the same in different parts of his body. What was that suppose to mean?

He brushed it off as being rusty from so many decades in that book. He cracked his neck and then kicked down the door.

"But, this can't be, you must be joking, I have spent my life making myself worthy of being your betrothed, I have preformed countless rituals, studied to become the highest priest, and have done nothing but what the master has ordered me! Lady Raven, it is our destiny to be together, you are the daughter of Trigon, and I am Brother Blood—" A voice was saying.

"Oh really? Well this seems to be my lucky day as I was just looking for you." Malchior said, stepping into the grand hall, or rather throne room to be exact. Upon a large black crystal throne sat Raven. Only she was different. Her skin was sheet white, what he could see of it anyway, and her hair had turned black, and was covering her face as she was slumped over in a position that made it seem as though she had passed out sitting up.

Brother Blood, or rather Balegor, jumped upon seeing him enter. "Y-you! How did you ge-why are you—what in Lucifer's name!?" He stammered. "Heathen! You dare enter the Throne Room?! You shall be cursed!!!" He cried.

Malchior was on him the next second. He held Balegor up with one arm and pinned him to the wall, the sword being held in a dangerous position in his other hand. Fear crossed Balegor's features. "And just who are you to tell me where I can and can't enter? Hm? I am here to take Raven back, and you just happen to be in the way, so what exactly do you think I'm going to do with you?" He asked tauntingly.

"Y-you, you're the darkness of that dragon, aren't you?" Balegor asked, looking desperate.

"And what of it? That's only going to make your death a lot more painful you realize."

"No wait! You can, you can become a part of the Blood Clan, you already have dark blood in you, and, the master would grant you power." He gasped.

Malchior raised an eyebrow and let the man drop to the ground, "Alright, tell me more." He said.

Balegor gasped, then stood up, now feeling more confident he gave Malchior a small smile, "Yes, if you joined us, you would be rewarded. You are very powerful, and you're darkness will allow you the ability to use spells from the Book of Blood." He tilted his head towards the sword, "The master, can give you things even greater than that sword."

Malchior gave him an unimpressed smirk, "I don't much care for all of that," He said, Balegor's face lost its silvery color. "All I want is Raven, and you are in my way, so," He raised the sword.

"No! No wait! You can have her too!" Balegor exclaimed. Malchior raised an eyebrow, indicating that he should continue, but he didn't lower the sword quite yet. "Well, it's more that she can have you. But you could still be with her. It is written that she and I must be wed, but that does not mean she cannot have another as well." He said. "And Trigon would be most pleased." He added, seeing how Malchior looked like he was really considering it.

"Hmmmm, no." The dark dragon said abruptly. He then brought his other fist around and knocked Balegor to the floor. "I don't like to share." He added, resting the sword on his shoulder.

"...M-Malchior?" A voice whispered. The next instant Malchior was at the throne. Raven's face was just barely visible through her hair, but her blue eyes were pleading, and her arms were shakily reaching out for him.

He tossed the sword out of the way and gathered her up in his arms. She buried her face in his chest and held on to him, as if for dear life. "Don't worry now, Love, I promised I would come for you." He whispered.

She lifted her head to look at him, her eyes were so pleading, what had they done to her?! She raised her hands to caress the back of his head, running her hands into his hair and bringing it down to her. She'd never kissed him before, it had always been him, and only once had she not fought against it. It had been rather unlike her to even let him that one time, and this was just flat out of character.

Not that he was complaining.

It was passionate, but full of lust and hunger, which would have been alright, had it been mostly on his part. As it was, she pushed herself closer to him, deepening the kiss. Then she started to kiss his chin, licking it as well, and she continued on down his neck. He groaned with pleasure, that is until an all-too-familiar pare of teeth pierced his skin.

Again he became helpless, unable to fight, barely able to even breath. "Raven..." He got out in a raspy whisper. His vision was beginning to cloud, now she was holding him up as she continued to feed. When she released him, he fell to the floor, unconscious.

"Feeling better, Raven?" Came a voice, immerging from a room behind the throne.

"Much better, Father." The girl answered, using her fingers to help her lick up the blood from her chin. "His blood gives me a lot of power, and it tastes much better than Balegor's." She said.

Trigon turned to Brother Blood, who had regained consciousness by then and was scrambling to his feet. "M-master!" He exclaimed.

"You are a bungling idiot, Balegor." Trigon suddenly said, causing the man to stop short of his tracks. "I saw that from the beginning. The only thing you were good for was rituals. You continuously failed in all combat, having to call upon my strength, when I already had so little that I could use through the barrier. You are not fit to be Brother Blood. Yes, perhaps your body is, but you are hardly worthy." He said.

"B-but, I'm, I'm the only one you have!" He exclaimed.

Trigon leered at him, "Really? Well, you said so yourself, the dragon is quite fit to become part of the Blood Clan, and he is far more worthy to be Brother Blood than you are." He said.

"B-b-but, y-you can't!" He gasped out.

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CANNOT DO!!!" Trigon roared, the force sending Balegor flying back into the wall. "It will take but a simple ritual for him to become suitable. But, I suppose I can still give you a roll of high honor in this prophecy." He said with consideration.

"Y-yes master! P-please, let me serve you still!" Balegor gasped out.

"You can become the food for my daughter's child." Trigon said. The doors then burst open with several priests, there upon Trigon's bidding.

Balegor's eyes widened in fear. "NO! No master please!!!" He begged as he was dragged away. "Anything else!!! Please Master! I beg you!!!" He yelled. But Trigon only laughed cruelly as he was carried away.

"Father..." Raven sighed, holding Malchior closely to her.

"Yes, my Raven?" Trigon asked.

"I want them both, Father. I want Malchior and Rorek." She said.

"Then you will have them both, but only Malchior can become Brother Blood." Trigon said.

"I don't care. Just make them bring Rorek to me too." She told him.

"Very well."

"Looks like Malchior was having fun." Beast Boy observed.

Zacroma sweatdropped, "Uuuuuh, who? Did you find another Titan already?" She asked.

"No, he's uh..." Robin trailed off.

"He's my 'evil twin'." Rorek answered. "Only recently was he able to escape from his prison, and so he came here because he sensed Raven was in trouble."

"Alright, alright, but if he is your evil twin, shouldn't he hate Raven because you—?" She began.

"Quite the opposite." He said.

Suddenly there was a gasp, and a squeal, "I knew it! Rorek you are in love with Raven, are you not?!" Starfire exclaimed.

"Uh, Star? This isn't exactly the time." Robin pointed out.

"Oh forgive me..." Starfire said, blushing slightly.

"You say Malchior did this?" Asked Zacroma, her voice sounded concerned as she examined the wound of one of the corpses.

"Uh, yeah, that's Malchior's doing." Answered Beast Boy.

"Did he have a, a weapon?" She asked.

"Yeah, he got this sword from Raven's room, that's where the book he was sealed in was, so he—" Beast Boy answered.

"FROM RAVEN'S ROOM?!" Zacroma suddenly yelled. "Of all the, WHAT WAS HE THINKING?! If there was one thing he could have done to make Trigon unstoppable..." She yelled, pulling on her hair.

"What is it?" Asked Rorek.

"The dark sword, the one with the black crystal blade? Yeah, that's Trigon's sword! If he ever gets hold of it again...Well, I'll let you fill in the blanks. Come on, let's follow your friend's trail." She said, now going off at a swift run. The other's sprinted to catch up.

"Ah, I have indeed missed this sword." Said Trigon, performing test slashes on the air with the black crystal blade in his hand. "Raven, would you please leave your pet long enough to join me in a duel?" Asked the demon, sounding rather exasperated.

Raven still had the unconscious Malchior in her arms. Most of him was sprawled across the bed, but she held the upper part of him close so she could caress his cheek or twirl his long black hair in her fingers. And she wasn't willing to just put him down like that. "I cannot, there is no point to it. You always win, I can never come close to defeating you." She said.

"Then I might let you win. Come, Raven, he is a pet, and that is all he will be until he becomes Brother Blood. And even then. Such attention will spoil him." He said.

Raven gave her father a pout, "But he is a new pet, Father, and I am still a child who cannot let go of her newest toy so soon after she has obtained it." She said.

He sighed, "Very well then...hm, speaking of which, I wonder why it is taking so long for the other half of your new toy to get here." He said. He then waved his hand over the gigantic jewel and the darkness spread open to reveal the Teen Titans running down one of the halls, with Zacroma in the lead. "And I liked her so, pity she had to be a traitor." He sighed.

"What shall we do with her then?" Asked Raven.

"She's too valuable a component to us to slip through our fingers. We'll just taint her." He answered.

"And the others?" She asked.

Trigon snickered, "The rest, other than Rorek, will be excellent vessels for my seeds."

Malchior let out a small grunt, and he shifted slightly in her arms. She bent down and licked the edge of his cheekbone. Trigon gave a small sigh, "I suppose I will leave you alone with him. But I do promise to have Rorek for you soon, even if I have to get him myself."

"Don't trouble yourself so, Father." She said before he left.

"Mmnnn...Raven?" Malchior whispered. His eyes fluttered open and he saw Raven, only, it wasn't raven. Her eyes...her eyes were little more than glowing slits of red, and there were four of them...but...she was, beautiful. With her hair so long, her skin like porcelain, her lips so full and red, and that dress...she was beautiful, not in a very human way, but then, he wasn't exactly human either.

"Yes?" Her voice answered softly as she continued to caress his face and kiss his neck.

"You...you're..." He began.

"A demon?"

"Beautiful." He finished.

Raven stopped for a moment at these words, but only for a moment. Suddenly she was on top of him, kissing him, on the lips this time, relentlessly. He returned it, wrapping his arms around her and practically crushing her to his chest.

A/N: Sooooo, how'd ja like it? Demonic enough for your tastes? It's probably a little heavy for a cartoon fanfic, but that's what the pg-13 rating is for!

Twilight Shards: Oooooh I have something very interesting planed for this particular love triangle :D. I think you guys are gonna like it too. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

TheDarkAzar: I can? YAY!!! I always liked the moon. Even though Saturn has a lot more moons. Hey, you want Titan when I take over? It's the only moon in the solar system that has an atmosphere, perfect for alchemy practices!

KuteVirgo: Hey thanks! That means a lot to me, really.

Pixie10111: And I will certainly hold you to that! And because I have these words in writing you can't hurt me when I do! . ...4th story? ., okay maybe a 3rd story but...4th? That's a little much....Maybe if I get enough inspiration for another plotline...

Kokuryu: ALRIGHT! Well, that clears up a lot of stuff, so this story works!!! It doesn't have to be an AU, YAY!!! And thanks for the support, I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well .

Hmmm, that's all I have to say right now.