Chapter 7: Ravens Remorse
Raven sat in her room, the night had come quickly to her, time seemed to be flying by with nothing to stop it, her blanket was wet with tears, as was her pillow, she had been witness too so many horrible things, but that day was by far the worst of them all, they slaughter of all those people, if he was one, she was partially responsible in her own mind for the destruction of a people. Her dreams that night were filled with horrible nightmares, visions of the slaughtering of a people dance in her head, sadness and pain coursed through her body as the telenconic felt the suffering souls within her memories, she sat up as the dawn broke in a cold sweat, little light filtered into the Dark Raven's room, but it was enough to stir her, she had too know, she had to find out if he was one of those creatures, if he was one of those demons that her father slaughtered. She rose quietly and opened her door, none of the titans were awake yet, all of them stayed awake late and slept late, she quietly floated over too Dallas's room and knocked on the door, for a moment there was no answer, then the door opened, and a disheavled Dallas opened the door, apparently he wasent a morning person either. She sighed, she was afraid, for the second time in the past two days raven felt a deep fear within her belly, an overwhelming fear of what was too come.
"May..I come in?" she asked quietly, Dallas shrugged, and pushed to door open further.
"Yeah sure, Why not" he said yawning. Raven stepped into the basically empty room, and sighed softly.
"I need too talk to you...it is about your origins.." dallas seemed to get a serious face.
"So Robin told you I was a demon then....." She shook her head no.
"No, I knew that from your battle with that rock monster, I could feel it in your aura..." Dallas nodded, he understood Aura quite well.
"Please sit..." Dallas sat down and raven sat Indian style and began to float.
"There is something I need to tell you," She said softly, she then began to talk in a slow, sorrow filled tone, she told him of her father, of how he looked and acted, she told him of the day so many years ago, when she witnessed the slaughtering of an entire demonic kind. Then there was silence, Tears flowed down Ravens face slowly, as Dallas seemed to be contemplating something.
"I don't see why you are crying...." He said softly, Raven looked up at him in shock.
"You did nothing wrong, you're father was the one at fault...it's not like you took up a sword or anything..." His voice was soft, tender, and almost understanding, but was it possible for a demon to be understanding? She wasn't sure, perhaps deep in his mind he was plotting something.
"But I could have, I should have helped your kind..." Dallas shook his head no.
"I don't remember much about that day, but your fathers power was blinding, you would not have done any good, and probably knowing your father gotten yourself killed, and you would not be here, doing the good that you do now." Ravens eyes widened, this demon, this creature of the under world like her father, held no anger toward her, she felt none from his aura, only sorrow, not for himself, but for her.
"Please, leave me too my thoughts "she nodded slowly and floated from his room too hers, curious as too why he managed to remain so calm, and wondering why she could feel true, caring emotions coming from a creature of the underworld. This questions plagued her as she floated into her room, to try and get more sleep.
Coming Soon: Chapter 8 - Denied by Both heaven and Hell
Raven sat in her room, the night had come quickly to her, time seemed to be flying by with nothing to stop it, her blanket was wet with tears, as was her pillow, she had been witness too so many horrible things, but that day was by far the worst of them all, they slaughter of all those people, if he was one, she was partially responsible in her own mind for the destruction of a people. Her dreams that night were filled with horrible nightmares, visions of the slaughtering of a people dance in her head, sadness and pain coursed through her body as the telenconic felt the suffering souls within her memories, she sat up as the dawn broke in a cold sweat, little light filtered into the Dark Raven's room, but it was enough to stir her, she had too know, she had to find out if he was one of those creatures, if he was one of those demons that her father slaughtered. She rose quietly and opened her door, none of the titans were awake yet, all of them stayed awake late and slept late, she quietly floated over too Dallas's room and knocked on the door, for a moment there was no answer, then the door opened, and a disheavled Dallas opened the door, apparently he wasent a morning person either. She sighed, she was afraid, for the second time in the past two days raven felt a deep fear within her belly, an overwhelming fear of what was too come.
"May..I come in?" she asked quietly, Dallas shrugged, and pushed to door open further.
"Yeah sure, Why not" he said yawning. Raven stepped into the basically empty room, and sighed softly.
"I need too talk to you...it is about your origins.." dallas seemed to get a serious face.
"So Robin told you I was a demon then....." She shook her head no.
"No, I knew that from your battle with that rock monster, I could feel it in your aura..." Dallas nodded, he understood Aura quite well.
"Please sit..." Dallas sat down and raven sat Indian style and began to float.
"There is something I need to tell you," She said softly, she then began to talk in a slow, sorrow filled tone, she told him of her father, of how he looked and acted, she told him of the day so many years ago, when she witnessed the slaughtering of an entire demonic kind. Then there was silence, Tears flowed down Ravens face slowly, as Dallas seemed to be contemplating something.
"I don't see why you are crying...." He said softly, Raven looked up at him in shock.
"You did nothing wrong, you're father was the one at fault...it's not like you took up a sword or anything..." His voice was soft, tender, and almost understanding, but was it possible for a demon to be understanding? She wasn't sure, perhaps deep in his mind he was plotting something.
"But I could have, I should have helped your kind..." Dallas shook his head no.
"I don't remember much about that day, but your fathers power was blinding, you would not have done any good, and probably knowing your father gotten yourself killed, and you would not be here, doing the good that you do now." Ravens eyes widened, this demon, this creature of the under world like her father, held no anger toward her, she felt none from his aura, only sorrow, not for himself, but for her.
"Please, leave me too my thoughts "she nodded slowly and floated from his room too hers, curious as too why he managed to remain so calm, and wondering why she could feel true, caring emotions coming from a creature of the underworld. This questions plagued her as she floated into her room, to try and get more sleep.
Coming Soon: Chapter 8 - Denied by Both heaven and Hell