A/N: You know, I spoil you guys with these fast updates. Not that you would mind, lol!
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Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
Doubtless,' said I, what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe.
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"It's dead." Raven sighed, putting up the now-useless communicator. "I just hope Robin got the message. Are you sure you can't contact Malchior?" She asked Rorek.
"What do you think I've been trying to do this entire time? And these blokes are no help." Rorek grumbled, jerking his thumb to the three would-be attackers, two of them crying their eyes out and begging whatever god they thought would listen that they wouldn't die, while the other kept going over stuff in his life that he regretted. The next moment they would be rocking back and forth, sucking their thumbs, and begging their mommies to come and save them. Though Raven knew she shouldn't be too hard on them, they were only a trio of completely ignorant human beings that were merely in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the graphic scenes all over the walls probably wasn't helping much either.
One wall featured the mural she knew so well. The one of her wearing a black dress, her hair black, all four eyes open, and flanked at either side with Brother Blood and the Apocalypse, with the whole prophecy written on it. Another wall featured a very detailed, very lifelike hangman, which seemed familiar somehow, but right now she didn't want to think about it. The last two walls, well, they were probably the worst. One depicted a very grotesque and detailed transition of the Ritual which created members of the Blood Clan, complete with instructions and pictures of the virgin woman required being cut open and her heart, still beating, taken for it. And on the last wall, was the ritual which created a Tainted. Very detailed, and the worst of all. A pregnant woman was being cut open for her unborn baby, 7 months old. Three men, one pure, one evil, and one of repentance, being hung on crosses for three days until their chests were cut open and blood extracted. And then there was the hangman again, only this time he was being skinned to obtain the required flesh. And on with smaller horrors it went, until at last there was a picture of a demon, red skin, glowing yellow eyes, bat-like wings, horns, and a arrow-tip tail descending upon the one who preformed the ritual. Ripping open their back so that it could fit itself into their body.
If Raven hadn't been all-too familiar with this, she'd probably loose it too.
"What's Judora waiting for, though?" Asked Rorek. "Is she toying with us?"
"Either that, or hoping to get a hold of Malchior. Let's just pray Robin was able to get the part where they're not suppose to come after us." Raven answered.
"Raven these…this place…where is it?" He asked.
Raven looked down and sighed. The circle, complete with pentagon and demonic characters, still oozed with the blood that was used. She didn't dare try to touch it, likely no one else would either. Besides, the empty space in the middle was big enough to fit ten people comfortably, so as of yet there was no need to try their luck. "I don't know." She answered Rorek finally. "It just looks to me like Judora's idea of a proper prison. And whatever she was trying for is working quite well on those three." She said, jerking her thumb back over to the men.
At the mention of them, the three looked up, and then leapt up just to throw themselves at Raven's feet. "WE'RE SORRY! WE'RE SORRY!" One cried.
"Please save us, we didn't mean any of it! Honest, it was all a big joke, hahahaha!"
"I'll be a good guy from now on, I promise!"
Raven sighed, but was feeling a lump of pity form inside of her. These three probably weren't going to make it out of here alive. Heck, they probably weren't going to make it out of here alive. "Alright, alright, calm down. There's no point panicking." She told them. "Listen, I can't promise anything, in fact I doubt any of us are going to live through this, but I will promise to do all I can to save you. However, you have to do everything I tell you." She instructed.
"We will!" They gasped.
"Alright, well, first thing's first. Get out of this." Raven said, frowning at the dress she'd worn. She wrapped her magic around her body and summoned her white battle uniform to it. Rorek did the same, slipping the scarf securely over his nose.
"I don't want to chance that paint, but something tells me we'd be far better off outside the circle." Rorek told her.
"Rorek, let's be realistic, that's not paint. And I agree. But the thing is, does whatever spell it have reach upward as well?" Raven questioned.
"If that's not paint, what is it?" Asked one of the gangsters nervously. They'd gotten to their feet, but were still huddled close together in a pack, lingering near Raven and Rorek.
"Blood." Raven said flatly. She then walked over to the nearest line and bent down, careful not to touch it. Slowly, she moved a hand over it. The next moment it was like an arrow had shot down, two actually, one going right through the center, and the other making a deep cut into the bridge between her thumb and forefinger. She snapped it back the next moment as all four men cried out in surprise (Rorek rushing to her side of course), knowing that keeping it their would cause more invisible rays to pierce her skin. "That's not going to work." She said, holding her hand.
"Obviously." Rorek muttered, pulling a cloth from out of nowhere (likely his sub-space pocket) to wrap around her hand.
"No wait, stand back a minute." She said, dodging the cloth and moving away from him. She focused on the blood dripping down from her palm over her arm, soaking her white cloth.
"Raven wait!" Rorek exclaimed, seeming to realize what she was thinking. "That could be what Judora wants!" He yelled.
"What could? What's going on? Come on, we're dying over here!" Exclaimed the redhead.
Raven stopped herself, blinking. She looked down at the blood that was dripping down her hand, and then at the circle. She swore. "You're right. She probably wants me to transform and absorb all the blood on the floor to destroy the circle. It's probably…" Raven blinked and tried hard to think. "Maybe…" She cupped her hand so that her blood began to well up in it, clutching the other to the back so no more could go out that way. And then she tossed what she had in her hand over the markings. They seared and distorted, but only a little. Soon they seemed to heal themselves, though there were dark marks where her blood had sprinkled. She then gave her hand to Rorek so he could wrap it up.
"What are you thinking? You can't possibly have enough blood to make a path out of here." Rorek said.
"No, I don't, but they do." She answered, jerking her head to the three still grouped in the center, eyeing the blood nervously. They jumped when they realized what she'd just said. "Human blood, what is lining the floor is cursed human blood, blood of a Clan member. Pure, clean human blood, no matter how soiled with evil thoughts and deeds, is still pure unless it is mixed with demon blood. Therefore, human blood would distort the power put into these markings." She nodded to the circle on the ground. "As I am only half human, and have real demon blood flowing through me, it didn't work very well. But those marking's won't be able to heal themselves back up if they contributed." She said, then turning to the three.
The gangster's looked at each other, then at her. But it seemed they understood well enough, and were tough enough that loosing some blood didn't bother them. They all three pulled out blades and walked over to where they were. "What do we do?" The one with long unruly black hair asked.
"You need to cut your hands, just enough that a lot of blood starts to run out, and make sure it stays in your hand. Then you need to toss it as far as you can over those markings, and make a path out of this circle. Once broken, the circle's magic will be destroyed and we can get out of here without fearing it." She instructed. "Do it one at a time, if my assumption is correct, one spray will give you a bloodless path, and then the next can walk up and lengthen it. If we do this right, you won't need to give too much." She told them.
"Impressive, very impressive. But then, I would expect nothing less from you." Raven spun around. There, coming into the room through a cleverly placed black hole (which had been apart of Raven's dress on the mural), was the unmistakable outline of Judora. Her hair moved very little as she walked, still kept up in its thick ponytail, her long ears supporting a pair of clever double-earrings which reached from her lobe to the tip, and her snake, most of it wrapped around her waist, the end making a loop around her thigh, and the rest of it coming up across her chest and then around her neck, where the head was hovering over her shoulder. She was smirking, apparently reveling in her success, but Raven could tell she was on the verge of gloating over something that Raven probably had absolutely no memory of.
Raven and Rorek glared menacingly at her, while the three men stood, probably wondering whether to cower and cry for their mommies somewhere, or start drooling. "I probably shouldn't have transported the humans as well, but you see, that sort of spell is hard to execute, especially when I can only locate you if you use your power. What luck that dear Rorek was there as well!" She cooed.
"Who, exactly, are you?" Raven hissed, "And what makes you so certain that I'm Avelona?" She asked.
Judora's smirk seemed to broaden, as though she were savoring the taste of some secret that Raven wanted, "I? I am the Black Magus Judora, High Priestess of Trigon, and your faithful servant, my lady." She said, dipping into a mock bow, her eyes alight with sardonic enjoyment.
"You're insane." Raven snapped.
"Hmhmhm, well, I won't deny that. It's quite impossible to be as heavily tainted as I am and still retain all previous sanity." She said. "But now that you not only saw through my little trick, and might also be able to dispel the circle due to my miscalculation, I can't exactly allow this to go on any longer." She then turned to Rorek, "I've got a special place set out just for you, dear Rorek. I hope you find it more comfortable than that cage you were in last time though." She said.
Instinctively, Raven moved to grab hold of Rorek, but it seemed Judora had been somehow casting the spell even as she spoke, which, was impossible. A spell as complicated as external teleportation, it should have required every bit of her concentration. Still, this didn't change the fact that Rorek was gone. Again, Raven used a few words she'd unintentionally picked up from Malchior, most of which were directed at Judora.
"Language, Avelona, language. Words can hold a lot of power, you of all people should know that." The woman tisked. "Allow me to demonstrate. Sylsra uv druub, damb hu ni zyrr, bu ec e sunnemb," she chanted, her words began to wash over Raven, flowing through her ears, through her mind, unlocking something deep inside of her, until she realized that she could understand what was being said. "Flesh of the hangman, seven loops in the rope, a dying gasp before the midnight bell, to toll till time's end, to time's beginning."
Raven rounded on the three huddling behind her. "If there is anyone, anyone you love, anyone worth living for, I want you all to think really, really hard on that person. I want you to concentrate on your love for this person and how much you care about them." She instructed swiftly.
"Well, there's my mom…" Said redhead.
"Good! But don't tell me, just concentrate on them really hard, and then cut yourselves in the middle of your palm and clasp my hand." She said, unraveling the cloth, now soaked with blood, so that her own hand could be seen. Redhead screwed up his face in concentration, while the others were obviously trying to rack their brains for this person. Redhead pierced his hand and held it out to her, Judora's chanting could still be heard in the background. But though Raven knew she'd closed her eyes to focus, the words were getting swifter in coming. Somehow Judora knew what she was about to try, in spit of the fact that Raven had no earthly clue where she'd learned to do this.
Raven took his hand and pressed her still open wound to it. Their blood began to mingle a bit, and she heard him hiss in pain, telling her that it was starting to work. She then removed her hand and then smeared all over her face like makeup.
The other two seemed to have succeeded, they were holding out their hands to Raven. Her heart beating, she did the same, only this time she put the blood on either leg, then she smeared whatever part of her battle outfit that was still clean of blood with what was still coming out of her hand, and picked up Rorek's cloth. The chant was almost complete, the blood on the ground was beginning to bubble and ooze, streams of darkly colored light were shooting out of the demonic symbols. She had only seconds to act. Raven threw the cloth at the nearest symbol, causing it to hiss and distort, and then she ran.
One hit in her arm, one on her leg, her face was cut, her other arm got two. But that was it, she was out of the circle, and Judora, still caught up in the spell, was helpless to do anything about it. "Azarath, Metriom, Zynthos!" Raven cried, a dark blast, mixed and empowered with the blood covering her from head to foot, shot straight at Judora.
But the blast did nothing whatsoever, deflected by a barrier Judora certainly couldn't have pulled up in time. And suddenly, Raven remembered, the snake could cast spells. It was like another sorcerer entirely, using its own magic, and doing everything that Judora couldn't at the time without audible words being used. How could she have been so stupid to forget about that!
The snake's barrier gave Judora enough time to cancel the spell she had begun, and turn to her. Not for the first time Raven would have liked to see a look of furry and resentment on her enemy's face instead of a smile. "Indeed I have underestimated you again, Avelona. And here I was thinking you had no memories of your former self. Oh well, but I'd prefer it this way. No fancy tricks, no unnatural boosts of power. You at your height once again, and me, so that I can finally prove to you that I am, and have always been, greater than you! Unfortunately, though, it appears I will have to wait for that." She said.
"Why! What do you have to prove! And what makes you so sure that I'm Avelona! And even if that were true, didn't you kill me in that past life!" Raven demanded.
"Kill you? Oh no, that wasn't me. Though I did try a hundred times. It was, well, I think I'll let you figure that out on your own." She said. Raven was about to shout something else at her, but the next moment she was gone, and the circle was as well.
Good thing too, as a wave of dizziness suddenly caught up with her, and she fell to her knees. The next moment she found herself surrounded with the three men who'd given her their blood.
"Hey, you okay?" They asked, helping her to stand back up.
"Not really, but I'll live, for now anyway." She answered.
"We should get out of here, through that place Snakewoman came from." The black haired one said.
"No, that's not a good idea, wait." She told them, staggering a few feet away from them. "Stand back, and brace yourselves. I'm about to change, but I won't hurt you." She instructed, looking down at her still bleeding hand, and all the other wounds she got.
It was easy to transform. The blood that was completely soaking her filled her with power and strength. Every wound closed, but not until all the blood had been sucked back into them, even the human blood she'd taken from the men had been drawn back in. Her second set of eyes opened up, and she looked down to see her black uniform, silver belt, paper white skin, and black hair. She could feel her fangs with her teeth, but that didn't matter.
She was infused with power now, the power she'd experienced far too long ago. How could she have forgotten what it was like to be a being that could crush human bones to powder with her bear hands?
"Whoa, that's cool." Raven turned to the three, who were staring at her in amazement.
"Oh right, I have a babysitting job to deal with as well." She muttered irritably. "Come here, humans. You can't fight against the Blood Clan as you are, and I'm not going to waist my effort protecting you the entire time." She ordered. They looked at each other, and then nervously approached her. She snatched Redhead's still bleeding hand first and looked him straight in the eye. "What is your name?" She asked.
"D-Dan, Daniel." He answered, sweating.
"Alright Daniel, as my blood flows in you, so does yours flow in me. With this, I grant you power you were never meant to have. If you knowingly use this gift to harm the innocent, it will come back to you ten-fold." She said. Daniel was halfway through a gulp, when suddenly he cried out in pain, snatching his hand back and stumbling over himself. Raven waited until he stopped writhing on the floor and was able to gather himself up, panting and looking at his hands in wonderment. Apparently feeling the power she'd granted him working itself into a form that suited him the most. "You next." She nodded to the one with the long black hair, who had been the second to grant her his blood.
He swallowed hard, but seeing that Daniel was alright, stepped forward. "My name is Zent—"
"You're real name please. The one your parents gave to you when you were born." She said, rolling her eyes at him.
"I…I don't know it." He answered, shifting nervously beneath her blazing red gaze.
Raven frowned. But then she took his hand and licked the blood that was still coming out of it. "It's Shade. Now tell me your name again." She instructed.
Shade blinked, but said, "My name is Shade."
"Then Shade, as my blood flows in you, so does yours flow in me. With this, I grant you power you were never meant to have. If you knowingly use this gift to harm the innocent, it will come back to you ten-fold." She recited. The next moment Shade screamed and fell to the ground, writhing in the agony of this. But it didn't take as long for him to gather himself back up as it had Daniel.
Then it was the brown mop headed one's turn. He swallowed as well and held out his hand. "My name is Michael." He said.
"Then Michael, as my blood flows in you, so does yours flow in me. With this, I grant you power you were never meant to have. If you knowingly use this gift to harm the innocent, it will come back to you ten-fold." She told him. Having braced himself, Michael was able to let out a single scream and then set himself down gently to the ground, curling up in a ball and shaking with the pain, and suppressed screams.
"Alright, not surprising, you have the power to create and control fire, Daniel. Shade, your namesake has granted you the power to become like a shadow, you can move through objects and become invisible in places where there is little light. And Michael, your actions have granted you both the ability to see three seconds into the future, and a swiftly healing body. Now, if everyone is clear, we will begin training by having you three jump straight into what is probably one of the most dangerous situations you will possibly ever face. If you're not ready, too bad, follow me." She instructed.
About halfway to the exit, Raven turned around upon hearing some irregular breathing, and found that Daniel was doing his best to suppress his snickers, while the other two were just staring at her, as though unable to believe what she'd just said. "You are allowed to laugh, by the way. If you're going to die, it might as well be with a light mood." She told them, smiling herself, even though all she wanted to do was break down and start sobbing uncontrollably.
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"Alright, let me get this straight. Raven's been having these weird dreams for a while, several of them being extremely vivid and obvious that they meant something, you think Judora use to be the White Magus that separated you and Rorek, and that she thinks Raven's the reincarnation of her rival Avelona. Right?" Robin recounted. "So is this true, or not?" He asked.
"For the millionth time, I DON'T KNOW!" Malchior roared, pulling on his hair. "What, you think my memory's perfect! I hardly remember anything from when we were one that hadn't been cut off in the middle, then begun again at the end so that it's all a bubble of nonsense. And I barely remember much from after we were separated. The merging's doing a job of distorting that as well. All we have are clues from Raven's dreams, and the little that Rorek and I jointly remember, which is not much. I have told you everything you need to know at this point so you can be prepared for what we're about to face, which is the bulk of everything that I know. Now, for the millionth time, are we there yet!" He demanded angrily.
"No, Raven's signal was a little farther down the road. We're almost there." Robin answered. "But why didn't you three tell us about these dreams in the first place?" He asked.
"Because you didn't need to know at the time and it wasn't like you'd be able to help us out at all." Malchior snorted.
"I could have!" Zacroma injected with an indignant voice. "I was trained as an Azarath Priestess! I may not be particularly good at magic, fact of the matter I completely suck, but I know a lot about it! And I'll bet I know more about Raven's psyche than you would! Especially since when a demon dreams about a prophecy, it isn't always filled with symbols like you and Rorek seemed to think was happening." She huffed at him.
"We're here!" Robin called, stopping his bike in front of an ominous gate made out of black metal bars that had sharp points at the tops. Everyone stared.
"Alright, first, it was a church, which was creepy already. Then it was a playground, which I had no problem with at first, but now, it's a frigg'n graveyard. I'M NOT GOING IN THERE!" Beast Boy exclaimed.
"Fine, you can just stay here. You'd only get in the way, besides." Malchior said, kicking the gate so that it swung open in spit of all the rust that would have made it hard to open, if it had not been a dragon to kick it.
"Well, it's just, I'm only saying. You know the places usually seem to reflect the danger. At the church we had to handle Trigon himself, at the playground it was just Balegor again, while all Judora did was get you two, but after that we never saw her. A graveyard, well…I mean, what if, what if it's some ominous sign that we're all gonna die?" He asked.
"Well if you're so afraid then STAY HERE! I'd rather die than see Raven hurt and I could care less about whether you feel the same way or not!" Malchior told him. And then without another word, he marched into the darkness of the graveyard.
"Alright, I'm coming!" Beast Boy said, being the first to follow after him. Zacroma came next. And then the last three, nodding to each other, followed them as well.
Malchior pulled down his scarf, letting his nostrils flair. He picked up the scent of some who'd been buried in less-than-proper caskets, and also some of the fresh-turned soil. But most of all, he could smell humans, a very specific type of human. He smirked, lifted himself a little of the ground so he wouldn't make any nose, and glided towards them.
They were all gathered around the small abandoned church, some were outside, some were inside. Malchior counted roughly 10 in all, and his ears could pick up a few jeers and snickers. As he approached, he understood why. There was the smell of a freshly killed human, more than likely the single pastor who lived there and tended to the place. Killing holy men for spells had a few merits in dark magic, but it was extremely difficult to harm them with demonic spells. Apparently they were gloating about their accomplishment, fools.
Malchior hid in the shadows of the church, just around the corner, and waited for one of them to wonder near him. When they did, he snatched them so swiftly, they didn't have time to utter any sort of cry before he had his hand over their mouth and his other arm holding them down so they could barely move. He only let the fact that he was holding down a very female form faze him for a second before he regained himself. He waited to make sure no one heard, and then whispered into the priestess's ear, "I'll make this brief, and you'd better answer me, quietly, because the moment you try to alert your little friends I'll rip your vocal cords right out of your throat." He said. "Where is Judora, your Tainted friend, and, more importantly, Raven. Also, how do we get to them?" He hissed, he then let his hand slack from her mouth.
"You must be Malchior," Whispered the smooth female voice, who didn't seem at all afraid of him for some reason.
"And you must have a death wish because you are not answering my question quickly enough." He hissed, his free hand coming to rest on her neck threateningly.
"I'll admit I'm not that fond of living, but right now I'd rather it not happen. This wasn't exactly the situation I imagined myself in when we finally met, but fate has always had a twisted sense of humor. Nice to finally meet you, Malchior, I'm Arella, Raven's mother." The woman said.
"Liar." Malchior hissed, growing hot with furry at the audacity of this woman¸ "don't try that trick with me b, I can smell the demon blood coursing in you." He informed, his hand itching to tack off her head that very moment.
"That's because I use to be apart of the Church of Blood. Did Raven tell you nothing?" She said irritably.
"Alright, if you're really her mother, prove it." He hissed.
"You were once trapped in a book, and your other half Rorek in a jewel. You tricked Raven into thinking you loved her at first and that you were really a good magician who looked like Rorek, but then you revealed yourself to be a dragon and betrayed her. Later you clamed you fell in love with her, after Rorek appeared, who was the real good magician in the story, and he fell in love with her as well. Rorek tried to make it seem as though he was the good magician, and then later, when Raven discovered something revealing, tried to pass off as being a crystal dragon who tried to better himself, but the evil he removed from his being became you. This was another lie as you were both once a gray dragon but split up by a powerful mystic. That's about all I've gotten in the way of letters, so if all that was another lie, I don't know the truth quite yet." She said. Her voice was in a whisper, but she was somehow able to convey a sense of resentment, especially in her last sentence. "Also, I sent Raven a baru crystal." She added thoughtfully.
Malchior let go of the woman and stared as she stepped away, and then faced him. "How…why…" He whispered.
"If you want more proof, then here." She said, pulling down her hood. Malchior gaped, open-mouthed. She was almost exactly like an older version of Raven! The frame of her face, the way her hair fell about her shoulders, the only notable difference was that her hair was black. But her eyes, they were exactly the same, and they were fixed at him in a rather cold stare that he knew so well. Just, usually he wasn't at the other end of it unless he did something to make her really angry. "Like I said," She began after a moment of his shock, "Fate has a twisted sense of humor. But I think I'll leave the two-hour-long lecture I had planed out just for you until all of this is over with."
"Hey, Trissa, where'd you go?" Called a voice.
Arella replied in a rather pompous voice, "I'm over here you snip! What, do I have to tell you when I go to the bathroom too!" She demanded irritably. "Are the other titans here too?" She whispered to him.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"Alright, alright, just checking, sheesh. Bite my head off why don't you?" Grumbled the same voice.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She called back. She then turned to Malchior again. "Where are they?" She asked him.
"Not sure, they should be coming soon." He answered. "Do you know how to get in?" He asked.
"Yes. I was waiting for you to show up. Where's your other half?" She asked.
"He was taken too, probably not in the initial plan, but I can tell you he's still alive, mostly because I am still alive." He answered. "Do you know if Raven's alright?" He asked.
"Sssh, I have to go back now, we're taking too long." She said, pulling the hood back over her head so that her face was shaded from view again. "Go find the others and have them circle around the back of the church, don't be seen. I've left a stone at the very edge on the right side. Zacroma will know what to do." She said, and then she walked out of his view, he heard her mutter something darkly, which was questioned loudly by the same priest.
Malchior shook his head. What in the world was Raven's mother doing there! He didn't have time to wonder. As easily as he sneaked into his hiding place, he snuck back out to find the others. Likely they were on the other side of the graveyard still looking for him.
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A/N: Honestly, at first I was not planning to make those three into super heroes, but there you have it, just one of the many proofs that I do not have complete control over this story and the characters. Nor did I expect Arella to show up, she just did. It was weird ..
Anysway…
Crimsonsun-rk: I think this chapter answered your question, but I'll answer it for you. No he doesn't, Raven just contacted his communicator and the reception was fuzzy so he left the room to try and make out the message.
Demonafirit: Gethsemane is in the Oceanborn CD, as for which CD is the best, it's hard to choose, but I'd have to say Once is really good. If you want, you can go to their website ( and check out their stuff. As for my other faves, Sleepwalker is a definite! And The Riddler, Deep Silent Complete, The Kinslayer, Sleeping Sun, Passion and the Opera, She is My Sin, 10th Man Down, Bless the Child, Asteral Romance (2001), Nemo (DEFINITLY), I Wish I Had an Angel, Dead Gardens, and Ghost Love Score. But really, they're all good. NIGHWISH SHALL RULE THE WORLD!
Jemerik: Wow, thanks a bunch! I really appreciate hearing that from a reader, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy! Lol, yeah, um, btw, if you need a place to hide, my horde is in a secret room beneath my basement, don't touch or take anything and you can hang out there for a bit. Us asylum escapees have to watch out for each other y'know!
Fire and Ice equals Slush: Um, those aren't birthmarks. Remember I started this series long before Birthright came out, those scars are from Spellbinder. Remember Raven was cutting herself at one point (not during the fic but yeah)? That's where they're from. The stuff in Birthright probably isn't gonna show up here, besides, you'd think that they wouldn't matter anymore once Trigon was dead. So yeah, just pointing that out to you. Hope you enjoyed the chappy!
Kage no ni yoru: 1/3 dragon 1/3 vampire…is that even possible? I mean, stranger things have happened, but a dragon dating a vampire? Okay, so I guess it's not all that strange concidering we have two halves of a dragon dating a half demon at the same time…but still. Yeah, okay, maybe I would go out with a vampire so I guess that isn't too bad. Though I know a dragon couldn't be turned into a vampire with a bite because vampires can only drink human blood and dragon blood would probably kill them because of all the magic and…okay I'll shut up now…
Pandora Kattalikis: I wouldn't mind getting Malchior himself either, heheh :D.
Well, that's about it. Ja ne!