The Accounts of The New Teen Titans - Vol. 1 - Book 1: The Chronicles of Raven - Chapter 2: Of Azarath and Arella's Giving Birth

The Chronicles of Raven - Chapter 2 - Of Azarath and Arella's Giving Birth
Heavy her footsteps land
On Gotham's side walks
Heavy with Trigon the Terrible's son, is she -
The young woman: Angela Roth.
Distraught has she much become
Over this horrifying pregnancy
More than once
Does she walk to the bridge
More than once
Does she peer down at the abyss
Yet every time
The cry of a child in her ears
Stops her slipping grip
A jump is out of the question
Next does she try the pills
Whilst hard was it not
To obtain the devices,
Twas it an enternity
To force them down her throat
With the poisons inside her,
Does she find an alley abandoned
Tis here does she lay down to die
To free herself from the clutches
Of Trigon
But the medicine
Did it not work straight away
And so, Angela lay weeping
On the edge of using the blade
When suddenly, a golden light
Within its glow is she bathed
At first, does she think
Tis it merely an illusion
That in time will pass
But out of the glow
Appears an outstretched hand
Beckoned, is Angela, to Azarath
Soon, she realizes
That not working are the pills at all -
Twas this no vision
Yet, hesitant, is she, to join
This other dimension
Whose citizens, her, doth they beseech
Bred for the purpose of peace
Azarath, passitivity dimension
The hand stays outstretched in the light,
Waiting patiently
Young Angela now knows
Her actions breed consequences
And the wounds! Can they cut so deep!
She looks down at her pregnant skin,
Four-eyed mark, like the urn, burnt in
Wait! What was that she felt? Was it? It was! A kick!
"Come to us," called the owner of the outstretched hand,
"In Azarath will your child be more safe!"
"Here do we not covet violence, or war,"
"Thy people of Azarath, doth they knoweth only peace."
Still unsure, did young Angela hesitate,
The feeling she was getting was the same she had
When the members of the Church of Blood
Met, did she
But then her baby makes Angela's final decision,
The hand in the glow doth she now clasp
Twixt dimensions do the two beings travel,
Down the shining, golden path
And soon, her feet,
Touched ground, have they-
The ground within the land: Azarath.
Awestruck, is Angela,
At the beauty of the land-
The spires! The buildings! The sky!
Such beautiful hues of blue and green!
And the blossoms - O! O, the trees!
The citizens of the land,
Donned in cloaks, are they all,
Gorgeous cloaks, did Angela notice -
Hoods ending in shape of a bird's beak
But soon would this beauty
Be greatly upset
Another kick does she feel-
Angela, within in her chest
Engorged much, hath her womb become,
Greatly has it grown in short while
The time
The time, does it draw near,
Soon Angela does realize in her gut;
But ere the birthing
Of her half-demon child,
Did they bestow anew upon her
A name most befitting -
Arella - "Messnger Angel,"
And thus was it so,
Angela Roth existed no more
And Arella, was she quickly accepted
Into Azarath's society
By all save but one -
Juris - Magistrate, Overseer
of Food Production
To the High Magistrate Coman
Did he reveal his feeling
That Arella's presence in the city
Bode ill.
"We fled Earth to escape violence," did Juris plead,
"You know her child to be the spawn of Trigon, The Demon,"
"I beseech thee, Coman - I beseech thee, why?"
"Why hath you brought this new serpent to our Eden?"
"Juris, what would you do, my friend?"
Came Coman's reply,
"Would you have us slay her, Juris? No, that is not our way."
"Kill her? No, Coman, of that would I never dream,"
"But can we not cast the child out The Great Door,"
"And to the Limbo Beyond?"
"Tis there, Trigon's spawn will not cause our destruction!"
"Juris!" Coman bellowed,
"Juris, no!"
"The High Council hath already decided the matter,"
"Out The Great Door shall she not go!"
"Listen to me, Juris - and engage both your ears,"
"We can teach Arella's daughter,"
To so submerge her Demonic ways,"
"But, in order to do so, Juris,"
"In Azarath must she stay!"
And thus did Coman finish,
And as away he sped,
Juris, to himself, spoke these words:
"The High Council hath made their decision,"
"And all of us, shall we perish because of it."
Soon after their conversation,
Did Arella go into labor, screaming in agonizing pain
Many months later, was the babe fully expunged
In that moment, when Raven was finally exposed to the world,
Did Azarath's sky turn black
Lightning crashed, thunder rumbled,
And the ground beneath their feet quaked
As buildings crumbled all around them,
Off with baby Raven did Juris steal!
Twas it Gayla, the baby's feeder,
Who did discover the girl missing
Away did Coman speed to The Great Door
When the news, did it reach his ear
Twas there, did they find Juris
Ready to plunge with the baby girl
Into the Limbo Beyond
But then, as The Great Door opened,
A light the color of blood shot through
And all twas left of Juris was dust.
Yet Raven survived,
And thus was it decided
That Azar,
Most revered figure in Azarath,
Would be the one to raise the girl.