Disclaimer: Welcome fellow Titan fans. As I had mentioned in my other fiction "Mistress of the Moonlight" that I was going to be taking over this fiction for my friend Necro Chronicler Scorpius. As i'm sure he has mentioned to others as well. Several things have been changed, but the story will remain the same. Teen Titans ae the copyright of D.C comics and Cartoon Network. Enjoy the show.
Chapter one: Reaper's Blood
Theese memories haunt my mind. Here I have been left and here I shall remain in this cell of my own sins, forevermore. Broken thoughts, and incoherentces, pain and anguish through out the ages. I did to the people what I thought they deserved, but no evils are looked at as right, only the justice of the heveans. Not my kind of self righteousness and for my transactions I was punished. Banished from my home, from my mother to thy father, thy father of hell. For my acts against the Christ and the people of his love.
A man in his mid thirties slowly walked the road from his home on a mission to spread his word once again, to again speak of the one true creator, to speak of thy God. From the shadows of a dune a figure cloaked in the dessert night stepped out in front of the messiah, a look of hate, fear, and determination sculpted on his face.
"Are you the one they call Christ?" The man asked his voice twisted into a snarl.
"I am, what can I do for you my child?" The King of the Jews inquired, hopping that the man in front of him was a follower.
"It's what you can't do for me savoir boy!" The other man snapped the cloak he wore slipped of revealing two wings protruding off his shoulder blades. Yet these were not the wings of a heavenly being, this wings where only the skeletal remains of an angel of Lucifer.
"By what hell bent creatures are you?" The messiah cried out, the moon light illuminating the fear in his eyes.
"I am thy brother!" the fallen angel spat angrily and advanced toward the now kneeling man. Christ looked up at the demon as he lifted him by his hair and brought to face his brother.
"How did ye come to exist, how cannot thou have no knowledge of another child of the lord?" he whimpered.
"Your God works in mysterious ways, your God lies, your God is cruel", the demon laughed." And now you will know why, its time to meet your creator Christ the savior!" The demon shouted raising his hand ready to ram it through the Son of God's heart.
The demon let out a cry of surprise as a flaming sword sliced through the hand holding the savoir of all mankind, and wedging its self into the ground, causing him to drop his brother.
"Loki you bastard show your self!" The demon roared.
"Leave this place Julian unless you bring forth the wrath of God," a voice echoed across the desert. The demon known as Julian stood and pulled the flaming sword of the angel of death from the ground.
"You have no jurisdiction over me Loki!" Julian hissed turning around trying to find the angel who had attacked him.
"No he doesn't, but I do," someone said appearing in front of Julian like a willow out of the wisp.
"Michael!" the demon hissed. "Did my mother send you to bring me home?" Julian snarled, utter, loathing heavily laminated in his voice.
"No, actually she's sending you to your father," Michael answered, and with that Loki appeared behind Julian, raising his hand and summing the flaming sword of destruction back to his hand.
"You'll have to catch me first you rejects of God!" Julian shouted taking off, into the desert.
"Should we follow him Michael?" Loki asked, re-sheathing his heavenly weapon of destruction.
"There is no need to Loki, Serendipity has something planned for him, and if she succeeds the broken one shall be mended, I have a feeling we will see him again in time," the older angel replied. "Now to the matter at hand." The two turned to the Savoir of all mankind who was still sitting on the ground where Julian had dropped him.
"You are to come with us now Christ, your creator wants you to return home," The angel said extending his hand to the Son of God who took it without question, and from there the three disappeared in the blinding light of the holy ah.
Because of those medalling angels I was deviated from executing the wicked and sent to find my destiny in some other form, the form of a muse, Serendipity.
Into the night, did the fallen one run. Though no pursuers followed, but that would change and Julian knew it. And as if to confirm his suspicions, she came, from the night's stale air and the wiping desert sands, she came.
"You!" Julian growled venom dripping heavily from his voice. "What do you want whore!"
"The woman frowned slightly, but spoke in a kind tone. "Temper, Temper, young one, don't want to upset the dead do we?" Julian gritted his teeth, rage building up inside him. Then he smirked, "maybe I do." The demon began moving his hands in an arch while chanting in an eerie tongue, as unearthly moans began emanating from the ground and hands of dead souls reached out for the female angel. Serendipity smiled an icy smile "you disappoint us all Julian, you have brought sacrilege to your mother and her kingdom and for that you must suffer the judgement passed."
Julian's chanting was cut short as an arrow from Serendipity's bow pierced his throat, blood spraying from his wounded neck and poured out his mouth in streams. The reaching hands of the dead ceased and returned to their rest as their master collapsed on the ground.
Serendipity stood over Julian, who looked up at her, his eyes held hurt and sorrow, but these emotions were hid by the rage he now displayed.
"You will pay for this!" he growled, a wounded animal on its deathbed.
"No Julian I'm afraid you will be the one to pay, I am sorry." With a simple wave of the hand, a ring of fire surrounded the wounded Julian encasing him in the burning embrace of his own sins. His screams echoed in the ears of Serendipity as she watched filled with regret for putting an angel in such pain, but she knew it as her duty and left the fire to its work. Leaving Julian as the fire closed in closer on him and solidifying into a burning glass prison forevermore.
There she left me, they all left me. For centuries past I have watched the world of man grow and flourish. I have realised what it was that I was doing to these people. The weak shall inherit the earth as it has been said. For my sins, every pain and grief i've caused, has eaten away at me, at my soul, what little I had to begin with. When the time comes, and the fools whom me cell has remained in posession for these past years release me, I will seek forgivnous, by hunting down those who cause pain to the peoples who i've made suffer.
"Sir, his body has been removed, the necromancer request you be present for his awakening," stated Slade's assistant, Wintergreen.
"Very well, now inform our friend the necromancer to proceed, I shall be there for the awakening," his master said from the shadows. Wintergreen bowed and left.
"All is coming to place," Slade "Death Stroke the Terminator" Wilson thought to himself pleased, he then to left and entered the chamber where the necromancer had prepared the vessel that would be the down fall of the Teen Titans, the vessel of the half demon known as Julian.
"He is ready for you master Slade, all you need do is remove the arrow from his throat," The Necromancer Known as Katanga informed Slade.
"Very well Katanga my assistant will pay you, your services are no longer required you may go," Slade replied.
"I thank you master, however, I must inform you that the vessel's will is strong and may not bend to your," Katanga paused looking for the right words. "Your methods of persuasion," he finished.
"If I had wanted your opinion necromancer, I would have asked, now be gone," Slade said coldly. "As you wish," and with that he was gone.
"Now to the matter at hand," Slade thought stepping into the pentagram where the half-demon Julian laid waiting to be reawakened. Gently Slade took hold of the arrow in Julian's throat and pulling it out. "Awaken and serve me!" Slade ordered. The wound on the half demons neck began to heal and Julian eyes shot open. A look contempt imposed its self on Slade's masked face as his new servant stood, Julian eyes immediately locked on to Slade, a quzzical expression crossed the demon's face as he spat out a congealed glob of blood. Stepping forward, Julian placed his hand on the Slade's face and what felt like an electrical shock ran through his body.
"You have brought me to life again for that I thank you," Julian stated and began to walk toward the entrance of the base. Slade clasped a firm hand on Julian's shoulder ceasing his movement. "I have set you free, you at least owe me some service in return," his tone calm and dark.
"This much is true, what is it that you require of me Slade Wilson?"
"First tell me how you know my name and how you can speak my language so fluently."
"A simple touch is all that I required from you to know all that I need for now," Julian replied, his voice a monotone of boredom. "What is it that you want me to do? I grow weary of standing around idly."
"Striaght to the point, very well, I would like you to destroy a group of people for me, childeren in fact," Slade answered, handing Julian a file folder covered in pictures.
"You wish for me to destroy childeren? Needless to say that is quite pathetic Slade."
"They are far more troublesome then you can possible think, they've been giving me grieve for quite some time, its very tiring to have you're plans ruined time after time," he replied. Julain scoffed and began to leave once more.
"I will not waste my energy on some as simple or lowly as this, when you have some task more worth my time, then you may have my services," he said as he drew closer to the entrance. Once again Slade clasped a hand on his shoulder, preventing him from leaving.
"You owe me your service, untill the task I request I have made of you, you may not leave here, you will do as I ask, it is well worth your time and the reward for doing so will be great, but if you insist on refusing, I can have you sent back to your prison for the rest of eternity, which i'm sure you do not want." Julian rounded on Slade, rage burning n his eyes. Slade let out a surprised gasp as Julian grabbed hi by the throat and lifted him off the ground.
"What do you think your doing?" he choked out as his oxygen supply was cut off.
"I'm offering you my services, a one way trip to hell, no one, man, demon, or other wise, commands me," Julian snarled and slammed Slade's body to the ground, his mask shattering. The old man's face starred up at Julian, fear in his remaining eye, his face pleading for mercy. "You are weak Slade Wilson." Julian grabbed Slades left arm and ripped it from its socked, the stumped bleeding proufusly. using it like a club, he brought it down on slade as he tried to stand up, sending him to the floor again.
"You are an evil and corrupt being, devode of heart, striving for your own desires, for this you must be punished," the demon snarled. Slade's scremas were cut off as Julian rendered his head from his body, blood spraying across the wall behind him and coating the floor. Picking up the file folder that was given to him earlier, Julain flipped through it, a small smile spread across his face as he read on. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend," he thought. Letting the folder fall to the ground, its purpose served, Julian retrieved Slade's head, disappearing as his body decomposed in to a myriad of bats, flying off into the nght.
A/N: There you have it, the first chapter of the re-vamped Crimson Darkness. Tell me what you think and review, constructive criticiscm is ecepted, flames will be used for next weeks barbecue. I'm going away for the weekend so none of my works will be updated any time soon i apologize in advance. Untill next update, so long and good night.