Splee! Another chapter!

Yorsh Passangero: YAY! Thanks for liking the story. Thanks for the suggestion, I needed it. Uhm...about the betareader thing...uh, truthfully I have no idea what a betareader is (how blonde is that?), although I'd love to find out. I probably won't be able to email you or anything, cuz my parents don't want me contacting people who I don't even know :(. Seriously...I have to use their email address. Go figure. I'M SO SORRY! I have to say, I'm honored that you wanted to make me your betareader. Thanks for that! U R so cool:)

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Angel's dragon form trotted quickly across the grounds, her senses sharp and listening for any sign of movement. 'Beast Boy came from the west,' she thought to herself. 'But he said that he had distracted Father. Interesting…'

It was interesting. Her father was more than capable of killing anyone who was brave enough (or dumb enough) to cross his path. It was amazing that Beast Boy came back alive.

"Daughter…" sneered a raspy voice. Angel whirled her head to the side, her wings tensed and her claws digging forcefully into the earth (Rule #1: If you want to fight your dragon father, don't go searching. Let him come to you. Dragons are stupid that way.)

There before her, was Malchior in all of his dragon glory, smirking at her like an over-confident school bully. His red eyes were narrowed sharply at her presence. "I see you have come to battle," he said. He grinned maliciously and bowed his head. "That is most honorable. I am most delighted."

Angel bared her teeth. "You should be delighted about nothing," she spat. "You have done horrible deeds. You nearly killed Mother and her friend. What is there to be proud of?"

Malchior cackled horribly. "Ah, dear child! You amuse me." He grinned. "Let us do battle now so I have time to finish your demon mother and her pathetic friend later."

"YOU SPEAK LIES!" Angel roared. "MY MOTHER IS NO DEMON!"

Malchior cackled again. "You know nothing, you foolish girl!" he laughed. "Your mother is half demon! Have you no sense?" Angel's jaw dropped.

Half demon?

No. It can't be.

"You are the granddaughter of Trigon the Terrible. Don't look so scared, girl," Malchior laughed. Angel bowed her head. 'That would make me a quarter demon,' she thought. 'And that means that I can use my magic to destroy him! I am a dragon and a sorceress.' "I am ready to fight you!" she shouted confidently, staring Malchior straight in the eye. He sized up to twice his size, baring his teeth to make him look more vicious. "Are you, now?" he asked challengingly. "Very well, then. Prepare to meet your doom, daughter."

Angel backed up and got into the dragon fighting stance. "We'll see," she said calmly, readying her magic abilities. This was gonna be a bumpy ride.

Back with Raven, BB, and Rorek

Raven winced noticeably. The pain was visible and excruciating. "Ugh…" she groaned. "How can one little hit hurt so much?" She gestured to the healed gash on her forehead. "You've lost too much blood," Beast Boy said simply. "It'll hurt for a while. But don't you worry; some surgery should fix you right up!" He grinned cheerfully.

He had moved Raven over to smooth-looking boulder so she could rest and be propped up at the same time.

She frowned and sent an you've-got-to-be-kidding-me look in his direction. The changeling stopped smiling. "I was joking," he said, emphasizing the word 'joking.' "Don't get me wrong, we'll get help once we get back to titans' tower, but it won't be with doctors and hospitals and stuff. It'll just be some simple Cyborg stuff."

Raven nodded slowly. "Alright," she said. "As long as he won't make me half-metal, I'll do whatever it takes to stop the throbbing." She rubbed the side of her head.

"Don't do that," the shape-shifter said suddenly, his animal reflexes commanding his hands to move forward automatically.

He caught Raven's hand in his and pulled it away from the swollen gash. "Don't do that," he repeated. His voice was layered with concern. "I don't want it...I mean YOU don't want it infected." He breathed a sigh of relief, and then noticed that he still had her hand. "Umm…" Raven's voice was enquiring. "Yeah…" Beast Boy let go of her hand. "Listen Rae, about sending Angel out to fight Malchior, I-" He noticed that she was staring at him intently. "What?" he asked. "Go on," she beckoned. "I want the entire apology."

He groaned. "Well, it was really stupid on my part."

"Yes it was," she agreed, nodding. "Ahem," the changeling said, looking annoyed. "May I continue, your highness?"

Raven grimaced about being called 'your highness,' by gestured for him to continue anyway.

He took another breath. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry that I was such an idiot. I mean she could be dead or something, just lying somewhere in a ditch…dead…" He buried his head in his hands. "I feel awful."

"I feel your pain," Raven said, her voice suddenly strained. "But guess what? She also could be winning. She could be dominating Malchior right now, and we don't even know it." She gave him a small half-smile.

"You're optimistic," the shape-shifter said in a low voice. Raven pressed her lips together. "I'm a mom, I have to be optimistic."

The changeling looked to the ground. "Oh yeah…forgot…" he said softly. For a split second he had forgotten that Raven and Malchior were married. That she bared Malchior's daughter, and not his.

Raven looked at the ground, taking in a deep breath. "Beast Boy?" she said timidly, reaching towards him slowly. "Yeah?" he asked, taking notice to where her arm was.

Raven rolled onto her knees and crawled over to her teammate, kneeling in front of him. "I forgive you," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. Then she kissed him.

They kissed for what seemed like forever, then suddenly broke apart and asked each other the same question: "Where's Rorek?"

With Rorek

The white-haired man walked slowly across the blood splattered landscape. "They were here alright," Rorek concluded, staring pointlessly at the prints the dragons' feet had left on the ground. There were numerous trails of blood on the ground, which meant that Angel and Malchior had gone for a few rounds. He couldn't tell who won.

'They're probably still fighting,' he thought to himself. 'If one of them were dead, we would have heard it. The body would be here, too.' He sighed, walking along a trail of bright red blood.

He stooped down and ran his finger over it, feeling the cool sensation melt into his skin. "They must be close," he said to himself. "Fresh blood." He gazed up at the sky and saw a swirling mass of crimson red clouds. He could hear roars. "Very close, indeed," he mumbled, following the fresh blood trail to his destination.

With Angel and Malchior

OOF! Angel landed on the ground with a thud, dust coating her snow-white scales. Blood poured from several mild wounds cascading down her back, and ending at her hind quarters.

Malchior landed next to her, his wings still waving. "Had enough?" he growled threateningly, his hot breath burning her face.

Angel glared up at him and whipped his legs with her tail, opening her mouth and blasting a mouthful of scalding fire at him. "Not yet!" she shouted, aggression taking over.

A vain in her wings pulsed as she tried desperately to fly, a feat that she had failed to accomplish the entire battle. 'Fly,' she thought frantically. 'FLY!' She couldn't fly. She couldn't even get her wings to twitch.

Malchior put Angel's hesitation to his advantage, lashing out at her with a long, blade-like claw.

Angel lunged backward, her father's claws missing her by inches. 'Maybe if I distract him for a while, I can heal myself,' she thought. 'But how?'

She continued to dodge all of Malchior's attacks, and letting loose some of her own, and soon came to a decision.

She backed up slowly as her father crouched down to lash out again, and with great force, blew an enormous amount of steam out of her nose. The steam was humid and thick; she could hear Malchior coughing and sputtering from the inside.

Angel took the moment to seal up most of her wounds and stop the bleeding. She had gotten used to healing in such a short time…if only she could do that with flying. The dust and dirt irritated her eyes horribly, and it itched like mad.

Malchior let out a raucous roar, darting out of the steam cloud and floated momentarily above it. "YOU HAVE BEEN LUCKY SO FAR!" he bellowed, saliva spurting from his mouth. Angel gazed up fearfully at her father. He was right, she had been lucky. From the looks of it, most dragons wouldn't have even lasted five minutes fighting with Malchior.

She scanned the grounds frantically. She had to calm down. If she got all worked up, then she'd lose control.

Angel thought of those calming words that her mother always muttered to soothe her. 'Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos,'

She murmured those words to herself. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos…" She imagined herself flying. As soon as those words passed Angel's lips, she shot up into the air, her wings propelling her skyward.

Yes, I know that was a bit short, but I'm forcing my brain to work overtime to get this story started up again. Please review and tell me if you liked it or not. More suggestions would be great!

Taurus :)