I will give a description of Malice, for those who are not familiar with him.

He is only an inch taller than Raven, has black hair, similar in style and color to Robin's, but his is longer. His eyes are red. He has a scar under his left eye and beside his right eye, which runs horizontal down his face. He has a full black body suit that covers him completely, except for his face. His cape is also black, so as to allow him to blend into the shadows better. His powers are over the shadows, but use of his power drains him tremendously. So he prefers melee combat. Last, but not least, he is half vampire, and half demon.

Note: Unless otherwise specified, Raven's P.O.V.

Chapter Two: Blind Eyes

"Commander!" Robin yelled.

"Yes… I… heard it too…"

"How do we stop it?"

"You don't…" Malice interrupted. "It's a sign. Hell is coming."

"What…?" Robin started, but then stopped. "I don't have time for superstition."

"I'm not lying Robin. Hell is coming."

"Malice, we need proof. You can't get proof with superstition."

"Look out there!" Malice said, flinging his hand to point at the window. "There's all the proof you need!"

"It's not enough. I'm sorry, but until I know for sure, I can't believe you." Robin stated calmly, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Robin, don't be so hasty. He may have something. After all, we don't have anything better."

Robin sighed, took a deep breath, and then began, "Raven, maybe after we've explored all possibilities, then we can go on his. Until then, we're not."

"Then lead the way oh, great one." Malice stated, grumbling.

"We're going to wait this out."

"Then I'm going to look up all I can on this."

"I'll come with you." I said, following him to his room. He opened the door, and then proceeded over to his bookshelf.

"It's here somewhere… I know it is…"

"Maybe I can help."

"No… you can't read it…" He stated, not even looking up. "Here we go…"

"What is it?" I asked, looking at a book with a title I couldn't read. It looked to be bound in blood. I couldn't tell though.

"It's a book called 'Chronicles of Hell'. It gives details on the coming of Hell. The signs, everything. The first is a flesh eating mist over the part of the earth destined to be the entrance from Hell. The second are the occurrences of hellish laughter everywhere. The third, crucified bodies everywhere. The fourth are earthquakes with Hellfire rising from the cracks in the earth. The fifth, and final, is the coming of Hell's 7 Generals."

"Hell's Generals…?" I asked. I cringed as his eyes flashed at me.

"Hell's Generals, the 7 Fel. Pain, Agony, Torment, Torture, Rage, Despair, and Destruction."

"Oh."

"They are coming. I can feel it… just… something's blocking me from knowing very much."

"I've only heard of General Gore."

"General Gore… he's the worst. Next to the Dark Prince, he's the most powerful being in Hell. Well he is more powerful than the Dark Prince, but the Dark Prince is ruler, and thus has control over Gore."

"I know… I just thought those stories were told to keep me in line."

"They're not. They're true. All of them. We're running out of time."

"Azarath has books on that. Perhaps there?"

"No, we can't. They wouldn't accept me there."

"They will if you're with me…" I trailed off, uncomfortable as to what that entail.

"No… if they've got books on that, then they know me too well…"

"Please. It will give us a place to think."

"I can't…"

"Please. For me." His resolve weakened and gave.

"Alright. Let's go then."

"We need to let the others know."

"I'll tell them." He went and informed the others we were leaving for Azarath to get more information on the subject.

"I'm ready when you are." I nodded, and held him close to me. Chanted the words, and we were off. A blinding flash of light surrounded us and we were in Azarath.

"You've returned." Arella /Did I get that right/ said to me. She hugged me and I hugged her back. "And so have you." She said to Malice, darkly.

"He's with me, mom." I said.

"He's still going to a holding cell until we can check him out completely." A guard said, having appeared out of nowhere. Malice looked into my eyes, accusingly. Mine implored him to cooperate, something he was not known to do.

"One condition: After you're done, you don't interfere with me in any way." Malice said, as he was being led away.

"That's the idea." The guard said.

/End/

I still don't think I need to say anything.