Chap. 9

Alpha and Omega

(Lyrics still by Buckley)

There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya

With a pure rage, he threw them across the landscape. The Knights skidded across it, side by side, flying at least ten feet. When they finally stopped, they rolled over and attempted to get back up, but Trigon was already there. Angrily, he began to pound his fists into their backs. "Did you really think you could save her!" he cried, as he continued the attack. "No spawn of mine would allow themselves to be swayed by such pathetic ideas as the ones you believe in. She is mine, body and soul. And with her I shall cut a swath through this pathetic world my creators have built. And she will be my right hand, as she was always meant to be."

But as Trigon spoke those words, he noticed something. Despite his pounding, the Knights were beginning to get up. Angered, he re-doubled his attack, screaming, "She is MY daughter!" That proved his fatal mistake. As he pulled back both fists and drove them forward, the Knights whirled around and each one caught a fist. Try as he might, Trigon could not break free. But as he struggled, two faces painted with a rage that even frightened him said in one voice, "Not anymore." There was a dual crunch, as both of Trigon's hands were reduced to powder. He screeched in pain, just as they threw him back across the plain. He landed by the book-pile, and as he looked up, he saw them standing before him, wounds healed, weapons in hands. Wordlessly, they turned their power on him. He screamed again, as the shadowfire and lightbeams seared his flesh. He managed to bring his own power to bear and turned it on the Knights. It struck them full on and left gaping wounds, but those healed in an instant. The Knights returned his blast with double the power. Again, Trigon was hurled across the land, barely stopping at the edge.

"Hey look!" Neuron yelled out, pointing to the figure of Trigon. Robin and the others turned in amazement, to see huge wounds appear on Trigon's body. As they continued to watch, blood began to pour out of his mouth. "Master!" Slade cried out in horror. Bartman quickly turned to the bodies of the Knights. Their wounds were completely healed, and they were glowing black and gold. "They're winning!" he yelled in joyful tones.

Trigon pulled himself up from the edge. Slowly he turned and looked at the figures approaching him. Their power was glowing around them in auras of black and gold. "You damned an innocent girl before she was even born." The Nightstalker proclaimed. "You denied her any chance of happiness." The Lightweaver echoed. "You made her feel ashamed of feeling love for others." Nightstalker continued. "You made her become an outcast." Lightweaver added.

But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

But as they continued Trigon saw something else. Their auras were changing color. Nightstalker's was turning gold, and Lightweaver's was turning black. The demon did not understand. They were each other's polar opposite; for this to happen would kill them. But they walked on, with no sign of pain. Then the changing finished. There was a flash, and they became two orbs of energy; light surrounded by darkness and darkness surrounded by light. They began to merge, and a strange 'un-light' radiated forth. It blinded Trigon, but when he could see again, he felt a greater fear then he had ever felt before.

A being stood before him, standing seven feet tall. On its left side, it was dressed in white robes, white armor covering its arm and leg. In its slender, feminine, hand, it held a staff, topped with the image of a dove, wings outstretched, light spewing down from it. Its upper face was covered by a mask; only its lower face, that of a human woman, was visible. Honey-blond hair flowed down its back, and a huge, feathery wing stretched out from its back.

But the right side was completely different. It wore black robes, and pieces of black armor. It's hand and foot were three appendaged, covered in dark blue scales. It held a huge sword in its hand, a sword that blazed with shadowfire. A mask covered its lower face; a blazing red eye gleamed forth from a mass of scales on it's upper. Black hair flowed down its back, and a huge bat wing stretched out from it's back. As Trigon stared in horror, it spoke, in a voice that was a man and a woman speaking at once. "We are the Alamagan." It said. "All that is, and all that shall be. We are light and dark, male and female, angel and demon." Slowly it began to walk towards Trigon. The demon attacked, blasting it with his death stare. But the Alamagan felt nothing. It walked on, headless of Trigon's attacks. Then it stood before him. Trigon tried to move, but it brought its staff down upon him, denting his skull as it did so. Before he could rise again, it took its sword and rammed through the demon's exposed neck. As Trigon kneeled, blood pouring from his mouth, the Alamagan whispered to him, "As it was before, so it is again. Go to Hell, and take your monsters with you. This is for OUR daughter." Grasping the sword, the living contradiction spun it 360 degrees, neatly slicing off Trigon's head. The demon's body slumped forward, and collapsed on the ground, as his head rolled to the side. The Almagan stood silent, and then it began to remove itself from this mind…..

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Blood poured from Trigon's mouth in a flow. Suddenly, his head was consumed by flameand the rest of his body followed. A huge black whirlwind erupted from the hole, and drew the flaming body into it. The demons struggled against the winds, but they were sucked in as well. Slade tried to hold on, but he followed. But the Titans and BRATS felt nothing from the winds. As they watched, the whirlwind sucked up the clouds in the sky and then retreated into the hole. Once it had vanished the hole sealed itself up. As the sun shone down upon them, the heroes looked around in wonder, as the people of Jump City began to appear once again. They left the buildings, unsure of what had happened, only knowing that they should be grateful to be alive

Well, maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya

"I can't believe it's ov…" began Heatstrike, but then Beast Boy, finally conscious, slapped a hand across his mouth. "Don't say anything." He warned. "How did they do it?" Neuron wondered, as he looked around. "He was unstoppable." "Maybe we should ask them." Cyborg commented, pointing to the Knights, finally waking up. As the milky film vanished from their eyes, the couple looked at one another with pure wonder on their faces. Together, they had united the two opposing ends of the universe, through the power of love and justice. For a moment, they wanted to ponder what that meant. But then, they saw the sunlight, and their friends coming towards them. They had an eternity for such mysteries. Let them celebrate now. And they did, embracing their friends with a love unparalleled by anything they had ever felt before.
"You did it! You did it!" Starfire yelled gleefully, as she embraced Sara. "All right, all right, give them some room." Bartman asked, shooing the others away. Of course then he turned and hugged them both himself. But the celebration didn't last long. Suddenly, cries for help were heard. Everyone turned to see the citizens digging someone out of the rubble. As the heroes looked on, they saw a blue cape, and a trace of gray skin. "NO!" Brett screamed, as they ran towards the scene.

It's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

But as always, Neuron reached her first. Pulling Raven away from the rubble, he pulled his glove off and checked for a pulse. But as his friends reached him, the speedster only gave a weary shake of his head. "No it can't be." Brett whispered. "Not after all this." Grabbing her away from Neuron, he and Sara laid Raven on the ground, and used their healing magics. They held their hands over the girl, waiting for a sign, for anything. But after ten minutes, nothing happened. After another ten, Brett pulled his hands away. Sara kept going, but he gently pulled her away as well. "She's past the limit, honey." He said to her teary face. "Past what limit?" Beast Boy demanded, his voice a mournful howl. "We can't…. heal the dead." Brett responded, as he slowly rose to his feet. Behind him, faces took on mournful looks. Starfire began to cry, as Robin gently offered his shoulder. Bart pulled off his mask and stared at her, as his own eyes began to water. Beast Boy fell to his knees as a grief that surprised even him overwhelmed. But Brett stood there, silent. The only reaction he gave was his shaking fists. Suddenly, the bat threw his head to the sky and let out a howl that was part human and part animal, and gave the grief of both races. He fell to his knees and collapsed over Raven's body. Then the Nightstalker, a being who had faced beings of unimaginable evil, betrayed friends for the greater good, lived through five hundred years of seeing pain and suffering that no human could stand, saved the world from Trigon through tremendous injury, and yet never once shed a tear from any of it, sobbed like a child. His wife gently put her arms around him and cried with him.
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...