Hello all! This is Grey Rain with yet another fic. I hope you enjoy it and can forgive my incredible lame-ness. Please review with suggestionss and stuff... Thanks...

Disclaimer: I own the Teen Titans no more than I own your soul. Darn!

Trigon stood over the small child with hate in his eyes. In his demon form, he was over seven feet tall with four burning yellow eyes, red scales, white hair, and tattoos of thorns covering his muscular arms. Out of his demon form, he was six feet and four inches with pale skin; long, black hair; cold, ice blue eyes; and sharp, handsome features. The latter form was weaker for magical purposes and less comfortable, so he found it more convenient to perform this magic in a demonic skin. He raised his arms above the screaming infant and summoned his yellow, demonic magic into existence. Evil golden tendrils snaked across the infant's body and settled deep within her violet chakra, turning it a deep ruby color. The chakra flashed with a blinding light, making Trigon smirk with satisfaction; the curse was set.

Click-click-clack; a red checkers piece went sailing over a criss-crossed board and into a pile with six others.

"Your move," Raven said, smirking slightly. Raven sighed and moved a small black circle a space to the right. Raven smirked again and moved her red piece in a perfect spot for an attack. Raven sighed loudly and rolled her eyes.

"Look, we both know that you're smarter than I am, can we just leave it at that?" Raven asked, her blue cloak hanging over the edge of a padded wooden stool. Raven's intellectual side sighed just as loudly as her truly-real counterpart hard and flicked her left wrist, her right holding her chin as its elbow rested on a polished wooden table. The entire checkers-set was encased in a black aura and vanished into nothingness.

"Raven, do you realize that you always divest me of my sole form of amusement?" Knowledge asked, not waiting for an answer. A light shone in her violet eyes as she shifted around on the stool, her yellow cloak rustling about her ankles. "Let's go through your history, shall we?" she asked hopefully. Raven groaned inwardly. Revisiting her past was definitely not something she wanted to do, but she couldn't stand to crush poor, lonely, brainy Knowledge. She faked a half-smile and stood up, allowing herself to be led away by her more intelligent image. Knowledge led Raven through a series of various bookcases and stopped in front of the very last one. It stood about 12 feet high and contained well over 200 books, all of them numbered with silver figures. Behind it, the walls of Knowledge's ice-cavern glittered as they reflected the light of several thousands of stars that decorated the floor under their feet. Knowledge lived in a cave of ice that had the very universe under a solid sheet of ice that she used as a floor, on which several thousand bookcases rested, their pages never gather dust. The girl levitated up to the top shelf on the very end on the right and grabbed the very first book. It was labeled "1."

"Let's take a look at your past, shall we?" she asked, not waiting for a response. "This is a book of events that happened to you during those times that you were too young to remember. It's one of my favorites because it's untainted by your emotions," she said, adjusting her thick glasses so that they rested on the bridge of her nose. She opened the leather-bound book to the first page. Unbelievably, Raven was fascinated. The first few lines were about the time spent in her mother's womb, unable to think and, therefore, unable to remember. The next paragraph pertained to her birth. She skipped over that, not really wanting to know. She skimmed the next few pages, reading bits and pieces that caught her eye. It was on the third page that one such piece attracted her attention. It read:

"And Trigon laid the Soul-Lock Curse upon week-old Raven, thus rendering her emotionless."

"Knowledge! Get over here!" Raven barked at her companion. The yellow-clad girl sauntered over to her living self and stared at the passage she was pointing at. "What's the Soul-Lock Curse and why didn't I know about it?" Raven demanded. The nerdy girl's eyes sparkled with fascination as she zoomed away from Raven toward a section labeled "Dictionaries, almanacs, encyclopedias, thesauruses, and other informatory books." She was back in under a minute with a black book labeled "Everything One Must Know About Demonic Curses and Their Natures," and opened it to exactly the middle page. In big, bold letters was the following heading:

"The Soul-Lock Curse

The Soul-Lock curse is one that affects only those who have even traces of demon blood. This curse causes its victim to be unable to feel emotion without such emotion, positive or negative, having highly destructive results. The only escape from this curse is to wed the one person that has been pre-ordained to love us for what we truly are. This curse, like so many others, was brought into being by the Creatrix. It has been preformed only once, by Trigon, Emperor of Azarath."

Raven felt sick and dropped to her knees. She'd never understood why she couldn't feel without destroying things, and now, at 21, she knew. Knowledge walked calmly over to her, knelt down beside her, & put her arm around her shoulder.

"Now, Raven, I know what you must be feeling… even though I can't feel it…. This isn't going in the direction I'd like it to…" Knowledge said awkwardly as she readjusted her glasses. She sighed heavily before continuing. "I couldn't tell you, Raven, because you had to find out for yourself. But, if you think on it, there is a bright side: if you do what the book said, you'll be able to feel!" Knowledge shivered with joy at the prospect. "You wouldn't need us anymore; we'd be a part of you!" Raven looked up at her in disbelief.

"It said I had to get married smarty-pants! I have to marry somebody! Not only that, but the one person who loves me. How am I supposed to find him!" Raven wailed, knowing that somewhere Timid would be sobbing uncontrollably. She expected to see Knowledge give her minuscule frown and gnaw on her lower lip, deep in thought. But, instead, Knowledge was smirking at her, an arrogant gleam in her eyes.

"You won't have to; you already know him," she said, definitely feeling superior. Raven's mouth dropped open… and stayed that way. "Of course, you don't know that he loves you, but we do. And, of course, Love knows," she added, grinning at Raven's confusion. A large, silver watch materialized on her wrist out of nowhere, and she stared down at it, feigning shock. "Oh, my, look at the time," she said, her right hand over her mouth. "It's best that you'd be going now, considering that I'm so busy. But please," she added, shoving a stunned Raven towards a large archway, "don't hesitate to come back… after you've visited your other emotions… particularly the ones who would Love to see you." With that, Raven was shoved out of the archway & back into the barren no-man's-land that was her mind. She got up, grumbling, and set out towards a crystal dome: Love's lair. Her more intelligent side's implication was not lost on her…


Next chappie: You meet a few of Raven's side, known and otherwise. I apolgize for my poor grammar, attroticious spelling, over-used plot, slow story line, and incomprehensible stupidity. Please forgive me and keep reading my fics... if you can stand them...