Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITANS! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW! looks around shiftily… Hey Jasmine, are the lawyers gone?

Jasmine: Oh, they left a long time ago, actually….

Me: Excellent… I OWN THE BLOODY TEEN TITANS! I OWN EVERYONE IN IT EVEN RAVEN! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!

Jasmine: Take him away boys!

Me: gets dragged away by police NOOOOOOOO! Can't you take a joke! Gets tossed into the back of a police cruiser NOOOOOO! I DON'T OWN THE TEEN TITANS! is driven to jail NOOOOOOO!

Jasmine: Yes, he is finally gone! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! lightning crackles behind her

Jasmine: On with the fanfic! Does the Paul-is-gone-dance


Raven appeared deep within Nevermore, in a place Beast Boy and Cyborg had thankfully avoided seeing. Instead of the broken stones and dark pathways of rock that were found throughout the rest of Nevermore, the path here was not even visible. The darkness that surrounded her was deeper than the blackest night, and much colder. This darkness would inspire no sonnets of love, or tales of midnight meetings of lovers, unlike the night. This darkness would terrify the most powerful of beings, yet she remained calm. She took a single step forward into the bleak darkness, and orbs of black flame illuminated the path forward. She smiled thoughtfully to herself, and willed herself to move forward, her cloak fluttering behind her as she moved silently through the dark path.

She walked along the path until she came to the center of her mind, of Nevermore. There, slightly glowing in the light of the magical flames lighting the path, was a temple made of the blackest jet. Steps made from cold obsidian led up to the entrance. The grand entrance was lined with columns of onyx, which were accented at the top by shining black ravens with eyes the color of blood. The door into the temple was made of thick ash wood and lacquered to a shine. Raven took a few steps toward the temple, and black flames burst forth from black braziers next to the entrance. The rest if the temple lit up and the rafters came into sight, showing the entire temple in all its glory. High above the temple, four-eyed ravens, statuesque in their glory, were peering at Raven, vaguely interested in what she was doing. They watched as Raven made her way up the obsidian steps, and walk up to the lacquered door.

Raven walked up to the door and pushed the thick door open and stepped forward. She was at the top of shimmering steps made of gold and jet twisted together. As she took the first step down, torches suddenly burst into flame, further lighting the way down. As she gracefully glided down the step, more and more of these torches lit, until she was facing yet another door. This door, unlike the other, was blood red mixed with black, and in the center a white raven with black eyes was engraved into it. Raven went into shock! 'This door is… different from the last time I was here. What does this mean! It used to be as black as the others,' she screamed against her mind, thinking of a reason for it. When she could find no possible answer, she composed herself, and walked closer to the door. The door had no knob, to prevent entry from trespassers within her mind, namely Cyborg and Beast Boy. She phased through the door, and once again found herself within darkness. This darkness was in no way similar to the bleak dank black she had been in before she entered the temple. This darkness was… peaceful… even serene. She stepped forward and a bright light violently shine forth from the center of the dark room, illuminating the chamber. The bright light lit every corner of the shining room, and the violent light settled in the center of the room.

There was only one way to describe the room and that word was beautiful. The large room was circular-shaped, with walls painted red. Rows of benches made of black jet were situated around the large room. On the walls, painted, almost-life-like roses circled around the walls, leading up to the dome ceiling. There, a blue crystalline raven, with wings spread proudly apart stared down at her. There, the roses became real, and surrounded the raven as a cage. She smiled to herself, those thorns and roses she knew represented temptation, and the faintly glowing bird in the middle was her, and the wings of the raven represented defiance. I am trapped within a world of temptation, a world that I will ultimately destroy with my own hands. Below the caged raven, there was a black pedestal, lined with stone roses, and in front of that, three black podiums rose above it. Raven walked up to the pedestal, and stood upon it. The pedestal rose up until it was just below the bird hanging above. As soon as it had risen, cloaked figures began to influx into the chamber. Figures with cloaks of all different colors, each representing one emotion, each one she repressed with all of her ability. She could see Anger, with her bright red cloak, and Happiness with her pink cloak, and Wisdoms periwinkle. Every one of her emotions was gathered into the seats, except for three. These three emotions glided over to the podiums, their cloaks billowing out behind them, even though there was no wind blowing. These three were not only emotions; they were the only aspects that she could truly let out to a degree. There was Judgment, her most used emotion that let her use her powers as she saw fit, wearing her golden cloak. There was Restraint, donning a dull brown cloak, who controlled her emotions. Lastly, there was her most powerful emotion. Death was not like the others. She alone could test her will to no end, and always come out at points of weakness. Her black cloak symbolized her own power and her demise. She could kill with her, but she would eventually be destroyed by her. Raven stared dismally at Death; she knew there would be no fighting with her today. Judgment raised her hand to silence the rapidly speaking crowd of emotions, and immediately they were silenced. She calmly turned her gaze to Raven and began to speak.

"Raven," she whispered out with a mix of malice and ice. "We both know why we are here today, do we not?"

"Of course," Raven spoke out clearly. "We are here to discuss why you and Restraint allow Death to run rampant in my body!" She spoke out, straining under her restrained anger.

"We have had this discussion before, Raven. I have neither the power nor the will to oppose her," said restraint softly.

"You foolish weakling, you expect me to believe that! You can control every other emotion within me, except her," she yelled out, her eyes glowing bright red! Judgment turned to her to speak.

"Raven, we cannot control her, you must want to stop her, or we can't do anything about her! You use her as a way to escape what you feel is fatal temptation! We are not the weaklings here, you are!"

"You are a part of me! So, if I am weakling, you must be too!" Her eyes split into four separate blood red eyes, the room began to shake with power, yet all the emotions remained calm. Death raised her hand, and the room stopped shaking. Raven looked up at her through her now normal amethyst eyes in shock!

"How? Why? How? How did you do…?"

"Not important." Deaths cold and empty voice rang out across the room. "If you do not wish to oppose me, why should I stop?"

"I DO OPPOSE YOU!"

"No, you don't… ever since you fell in love with Malchior, you have embraced me."

Ravens eyes glowed red again. "I was never in love with that bastard." Her voice resounded with controlled rage, yet Death was unfazed.

"Like it or not, you did love him… and since the moment he betrayed you, I was there. You became suicidal, and thus created me. You wished for a release from your pain, and I give it too you. It has just recently changed with your wish to have Robin be yours, and not Starfire's…"

"…Shut up." Her meek voice was barely audible even in the silence.

"I will not! Your use of me, this cutting, is just a way to slowly kill away yourself, and eventually I will kill you with it. It is one of your many weaknesses… and now Robin knows!"

Ravens Eyes went wide! Her eyes turned blood red once more and she screamed, "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" She screamed it over and over again, and sunk to her knees, and burst into tears. When she rose, she found herself back in her room, where even objects had been thrown about in her emotional tantrum. She tried to rise up, but something sharp dug into her through her leotard. She slowly got up, and gasped!

"No…"

Lying there on the floor was her mirror, smashed into pieces.


Me: I am so not proud of myself for this one… It sucks royally.

Jasmine: How the hell did you get back!

Me: Mom bailed me out. Anyway, I hope that you like this one. I took all of your suggestions of a longer story into consideration and got this… I am gonna get flamed.

Jasmine: YAY! I can have marshmallows, and make fun of you!

ME: Please read and Review!

Oh, and I need a beta-reader, if you wish to be one, e-mail me… my e-mail address is in my profile… just tell me your account name and I will tell you if I want you to be or not…