I'd first like to thank BlackShield. Big help. Thanks. And Raventhedarkgoddess, if she's still called that, I'm not sure.

I don't own the Titans. Never will. But everything else is mine. Except the chapter title.

Chapter One: Resurrection of Evil

/Somewhere/

A figure steps back from the circle and surveys his accomplishment. A colossus obelisk looms across from him, like a sentinel from a long gone religion.

"Hurry up maggots! Or you'll suffer the wrath of Him!" He says, his eyes flaring.

"It is done master!" One of them replies.

"Back away then! I am the only one who can chant this!" He snaps. He spreads a book to the proper page, clears his throat, and reads for a moment. Then he begins to chant: "Esthine! Morevir! Gesh! Shulra! Yanis!"

He covers his eyes as a pillar of fire rises from the various bones and consumes the obelisk. A figure even greater than the obelisk rises and blinks. Upon his blink, they scream out in pain.

"My master! You are once again free!" The first figure yells, bowing down.

"I am. Who are you to command such a curse?"

"Don't you remember? I am your loyal servant, Menorath!" He states.

"Yes, I do remember. I trust my plan is going according as planned long ago?"

"You trust correctly my lord."

"Good. I knew I could trust you Menorath. You will be greatly rewarded if this pulls through."

"I thank you my lord." He backs away into the shadow.

"This universe will once again learn to fear me. They will fear General Gore!"

/Titans Tower, afternoon/

Raven's P.O.V.

I woke with a start. My breathing came hard. What was that dream? Never mind, it's not important right now. Why are my covers drenched? Really bad dream…

I threw the covers off, and went to stand up… only, a dizzy spell slammed me back down. Maybe I should catch a quick catnap. I lay down across the bed, and was soon asleep.

Black… emptiness… like space… or is it blinding light? I… who is that? It's… Malice. He's… what's he chanting? It's like… I can't… think….

He's so close now… fingers up… look… claws… through… eyes….

"Blasphemers… purged from… Earth…" Was all I could make out from his words.

And then I woke up. Again.

That was definitely not a normal nightmare. Malice was never in my nightmares… only in my thoughts and heart….

However, it would probably do me a world of good to get a good cup of herbal tea to help me sort this out. So I fought off another dizzy spell and went to the kitchen. Making the tea didn't take long, and so I took a cup in unsteady hands and sat down on the couch. I couldn't sit, however, because Malice was sleeping here. I tried to shake him awake.

"Jus… 5 more minutes…." He mumbled.

"Wake up." I said. "Now." He turned over, so that he was lying on his back. I went to tap his left shoulder, and his eyes snapped open. Pain shot through my wrist as he glanced at it.

"Please remove your hand from my shoulder. Including the air near it." I took my hand away. He slowly sat up and then stood up.

"What a weird dream." He murmured.

"You too?"

"Yeah. I felt like… I was in Hell…" He trailed off, looking away.

"You were in mine… and you gouged my eyes," I said, uncomfortably.

"I say anything?"

"I couldn't hear all of it, but I heard 'Blasphemers purged from Earth'"

"It may mean something, it may not. However, we shouldn't dwell on it." He said, his voice not holding its normal edge. There was… softness there.

My heart did a flip, and then plunged into my stomach. Before anything else happened, Robin called us all to the computer.

"We've just received word from the S.S. Paranormal Division that they're sending in troops."

"The S.S.? Weren't they during World War II, for Hitler?" Malice asked.

"They were recreated to help in situations specifically such as these."

"So what's going on?"

"A blood-red mist has enveloped part of the city. We haven't heard from anyone who was in that area."

"We have Commander Hausmann on the line." Cyborg informed us.

"Hallo Titans." He said, his German accent very thick. "We are sending in a battalion. We will then go from there."

"We'll contact you with any news they have." Robin said. "Cyborg, patch them through."

"Done."

At first it was a lot of static, but then they came in. And what we heard were the most unholy things I have ever heard.

"What the hell is that? Oh god…!" Someone screamed, and we heard him continue to scream. And then a demonic laughing filled the speakers… followed by more screaming, sounds of unholy butchery, and the horrid laughing…

"Listen well, Titans," A deep, demonic voice began. "You are only just beginning to learn the true meaning of fear…"

/End/

Must I say anything?