The Burns of Wrath

Okay, this might be my worst fic I've ever written. In fact, why don't you go and compare my other stories to this one after your done reading this? Because I am DESPERATE for reviews! This is rated R for a reason! If you haven't seen Constantine, then you may want to look it up, because I'm adding him in here. He knows all this stuff about demons and….yeah. Contains language, suicidal thoughts, and in general shouldn't be read unless you have the stomach for it. I've never even written—no, thought of writing something this mature. Please, if you can't handle the first chapter, then don't read the next one. And don't flame because you think it's gory or…whatever you think it is, because if you can't deal with it, then don't read it. The official pairing is Rob/Rae because I say so. It starts in the first chapter, people. You should be able to tell which episode this follows…..

Disclaimer: You Starfire/Robin shippers are so lucky I don't own that damn show.


Chapter-One

Unforgivable Original Sin


The night brightness shone through the windows of Titans Tower. The sun had said its good-nights long ago, and switched shifts with the moon. It illuminated the city below with the sliver of light that reflected from around the world.

All the Titans were in their rooms, going to bed after a long night of partying and celebrating someone's birthday. The hallways were filled to the brim with silence, drowning any creature who decided to go for a stroll.

Only one light was left on. A bathroom light. You could tell by the florescence of it that it wasn't a reading light or an overhead. It was used normally to wake you up in the morning quickly and greet the lucky person who flipped the switch. The birthday girl, Raven, was in this bathroom, retching her guts out.

She threw up in the toilet again. Her skin felt like it was on fire. Her red-hot scars throbbed on her ash colored skin.

'I can't do this anymore,' she thought, vomiting again. She finished and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling the scars on her palm contract and sting. Her petite, thin, gray, and cotton T-shirt clung to her frail back with sweat. She gasped for breath.

'This burden was never asked for. I never wanted this. So why is it mine? I've known this forever. I've tried to stop it, but it can't be changed.' She threw up again, releasing the contents of her stomach; the birthday cake, the ice-cream, the seven cans of soda, all of it. Her shaking, sweaty hands flushed the toilet when she was done. But she lay in front of it, small frame clinging onto the seat, knowing there would be more, that it wouldn't stop. Her breath came in deep, fresh and without sin. But, it was cursed when it entered her body, and it was damned when it left.

'That's how everything is,' she thought, 'Why was I ever allowed to be born? Why were you so god-damned stupid mother? How could you ever keep me inside you?'

She shook with dread, nerves and shock overtaking her. The once amethyst eyes were now clouded with the pain of knowing what's to come. Her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, cheeks and neck, the bird-like style gone. It was now a mess on her head. She felt the cold ceramic base of the toilet against her cheek as she gripped the seat tighter. The demon side swelled inside her and she heaved into the bowl again.

'Jesus Christ, what is happening to me?' she wondered, eyes opening to the blinding light, breath coming in rasps, 'I can't cause the end of the world. I can't be my father's right-hand man. I have to…..die,' she thought, knowing it was the only way to save the world from the fate she would bring upon it.

Fear overtook her as she realized what she had to do.

'Not today, tonight…' she thought desperately, thinking of her teammates. 'I have to explain to them why. They have to know. Robin has to know,' she thought, surprised that she would think that now. She hurled one last time in the toilet, letting out a cry of anguish as she felt the acid burn in her esophagus, and flushed it, getting up from the tile on her shaking knees.

The light from the inscriptions on her skin burned through her clothes, clearly visible through the cotton shirt. She could almost feel herself steaming from them.

"Skies will burn….Flesh will become stone….the sun will set on your world, never to rise again!"

"I won't let it happen!" she yelled so that Slade could hear. His voice still echoed in her head, the first part of the message being stabbed into her.

"Drink it in….."

"I WON'T!" she screamed, her voice cracking.

"Behold the world you are destined to create….."

She got up and frantically searched through her drawers, throwing aside anything that got in her way.

"No," she said, "No. No. No."

"It's written….all over….your face…."

"NO!"

She found it. The black handled, double-sided, polished knife gleamed in her hand.

"I can't do this anymore!" she cried, falling to her knees. The knife fell from her limp hands, the hands that burned her skin raw with fire.

"I can't do it…." she whispered weakly.

'He's trying to make me kill myself. He knows I can't. He knows I won't do it,' she thought.

"It's more than that. I can tell…"

"Robin…." she whispered. A shining tear ran down her cheek.

"You've been inside my mind…."

"We have a bond, remember?"

"Yes, I do."

"Now let me inside yours…."

She sobbed, chest heaving. She looked at her hands. The inscriptions on them smoldered with anger. Her tears fell on the wounds left by Slade and died, hissing and steaming.

"After all those years of waiting, Raven. Doesn't relief swell inside you? You finally know its going to happen…"

"Fuck you, Slade." She fell on the floor, fatigue and exhaustion overtaking her conscious and singing her to sleep. "Judgment Day…." She whispered, falling into another world.

Four sharp knocks resounded from her door.


Titan009- So, tell me what you think? And please, if you have time, go and read my other stories…….and review them. Thanks! Next chapter should be up soon.