A/N: I'm back, thank you all for being patient. I just felt uninspired, for quite a while but I finally found inspiration after reading a few pages someone scaned from the Judas Contract. My god Terra was a little sociopath.

Chapter 11: Clay Phoenix

"I see you have returned empty handed," Sebastian said with his back toward the door. He was hunched studiously over his sacred tome, the Book of Blood. "My patience grows thin Mother Mayhem. Do not force me to take this into my own hands." Sebastian's voice had an effect on people's ability to make decisions on their own; it forced an impression that if you didn't yield to it, you wouldn't be making any decisions anymore.

"I'm sorry Brother," her voice trembled as she spoke. "Markovia has cut all ties to us, I'm sorry," she apologized again. "Nothing short of an act of war could possibly accomplish what you ask, I'm sorry." Brother Blood turned to his lieutenant and looked at her wrathfully.

His eyes were like rapiers slicing through her soul as if it were nothing. They brought all of her fear to the surface, like blood on a fresh wound. If one stared long enough into those infernal eyes, one would swear the pupil arced with flame, but that would be impossible; wouldn't it?

"I did not ask for your excuses," he said in the duel voice. A voice which could, by itself, tear flesh from bone. He picked her up by the throat, "I don't care if you must slaughter every man, woman, and child in the rat hole! I! WANT! MY! ATHAME!" Between gasps for air, she noticed something. Something just above his alabaster eyebrows. Something staring back at her.

Blood threw her into a wall twenty feet away. "Now go," he commanded in his normal voice. She quickly and eagerly complied. Just as she reached the doorway he spoke again: "And do not return with out it."

'She will fail you Sebastian,' the darker half of his duel voice thought.

"I know," he told his god. "I want her to. She has served her usefulness, but I still find it fun scare her."

'You will soon tire of her,' Trigon spoke again.

"Yes, I agree," he said not taking his eyes off of the tome. "I have someone else in mind. She will not fail us." His eyes danced over the image in the book. It was a depiction of him and Raven engaged in carnal union. He noted that, aside the antlers and four eyes, the image was a perfect likeness of him.

Garfield sat cross-legged in the center of the warehouse; his eyes were closed and he appeared to be sleeping. "What the bloody hell is he doing?" asked Constantine as he, Slade, and Rose, watched the sleeping Changeling.

"How should we know?" Slade answered after a long pause. Slade had been polishing adouble barrel sawed-off shotgun and didn't really care what was going on. He had been promised a shot at Sebastian; that was all he cared about. Rose was playing mubblypeg with a particularly deadly looking blade. John found her fascination with blades frightening enough to make him cross his legs at the mere thought.

John decided to see if Gar would be willing to wake up, and give him something to do. Considering they were on a crusade against the most powerful daemon in existence, he was bored out of his mind. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Rose told him without breaking concentration in her game. He was about to ask why when she explained. "He grew a scorpion's stinger while you were walking over to him." John looked down to see the tail; the chitin made a rattling noise as it twiched. He looked back at her, her blind side faced Gar. John walked back to the crate he had been sitting on.

"Morning, sunshine," Rose said seconds before Gar opened his eyes.

"Never call me that again," he scolded.

"Sorry Change, only daddy tells me what to do." Gar found the fact that she was his age, yet she referred to Slade as her daddy, rather disturbing.

"John," he said changing the subject. "What do you know about something called the 'Obsidian Athame?' I think Sebastian wants it for something."

"Not much, just that once used to interlace souls with other objects or people.(A/N: for once I'm pulling this out of my ass)I'll see what I can dig up."

"Thank you," he told him. "Deathstroke, Ravager," he called to other two, " I think it's time to go hunting." Rose and Slade grinned.

Sebastian walked into the cave; he was alone. He saw the statue in the center. It was a statue of a young girl no older than him. "Hello," he said to the statue. It did not answer. "My name is Sebastian what is yours?"

It answered with silence.

"That's a nice name. Tell me, Tara, is it lonely here?"

Silence.

"Really? They promised that? How long ago was that?"

Silence.

"Four years! You mean they haven't so much as visited you since?"

Silence.

"And I'll bet you're pretty pissed?"

Silence.

"If you were to be healed, would take revenge on them?"

Silence.

"Then I shall free you, and once you're freed, what are you going to do?"

"I'M GOING TO KILL THE TITANS!"

The adobe cracked and peeled, re-exposing flesh to the open air for the first time in years. The broken pieces flew off with unholy force, many lodging them selves deep into the walls. As her mouth was uncovered, she took a deep breath and fainted. Her limp body fell peacefully into Sebastian's hands.

"Why are you back?" Sebastian asked. He was laying sideways on his throne with one leg dangling over the arm, for once he actually gave off the impression of youth. "I told you not to come back without the athame."

"The soldiers wouldn't listen to me," she said in a tone that sounded a lot like tattling. "They told me I wasn't in charge anymore." Her voice was paniced.

"Oh," he sad casually, "didn't I tell you?" He paused for effect. "You've been replaced." Only as he said this did he turn his head to face her. He had a calm and cold expression on his face.

"By who?" she tried her best to sound outraged but her voice cracked and showed her fear. "Nobody else could possible know the workings of the church like I do, I'm inexpendable." She was more trying to convince herself rather than Sebastian.

"No one is inexpendable, not you, not my father, no one," he told her calmly, sadism only skimming his voice. "...No one but me and my Raven. I have wonderous plans for her... no for us. We will wipe clean this world and begin anew; cleanse the world of the unfaithful in preparation of our new Eden." By this time she had tears streaming down her face.

"Are you going to kill me, now?" she asked more to confirm her fear than to really know the answer.

"Who, me? Of course not," he told her with a jovile tone. Her face raised and for a moment even smiled. She rushed to Sebastians throne and kneeled down to kiss his hand. She knew her god would not forsake her so easily, after all, she had faith. She was so releived that she didn't even notice the high pitched whir that was steadily geting louder. "I told her to do that." She quickly looked up and with horror in her eyes, saw the sadistic grin of the anti-christ. It was the last thing she ever saw. An obsidian chakram sliced straight through her neck and stuck in the base of the throne.

Sebastian wipped his cheek and proceeded to lick the blood from his hand. "That was fun," his new luetenant said. The chakram pulled back, seemingly of its own accord and flew to hover behind her head. It was like a halo, a black bloodstained halo, but a halo none the less.

"I don't know I was kind of hoping her head would roll a bit more," he said in a disapointed tone. "There is one more thing I want you to do before you can be called Mother Mayhem, Tara," he told her in a rather sultry tone as he stood from his throne, kicking the decapitated body over. He walked over to her, his movements slow and seductive. The halo flew out of his way as he grabed her shoulder and swung himself around her slowly so that his arm wraped around her chest and waist. He forcefully cocked her head to the side and licked the blood from her neck.

"What ever you say," she said in an equally seductive tone. "All hail Brother Blood."

A/N: Yes unlike Gar and Raven, I am actually implying something.

FYI, the phrase "sleeping together" in chapter 4 meant just that, they were SLEEPING. For those of you who thought otherwise, would just like to remind you of the nature of Raven's powers, if she blows things up when she blushes, image the exposions she would produce mid-coitus.

Oh yes and one more thing, athame is pronounced ah-the-may. It's a knife used in occult/wiccan/pagan ceramonies, it's function is similar to a wand.