A/N: AND NOW FOR THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR SINCE CHAPTER 13, CHAPTER 14! Wow,talk about stating the obvious…

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Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
Wretch,' I cried, thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, Nevermore.'

The Raven, By Edgar Allan Poe

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"At first, Mom kept trying to tell me that my father had died before I was born. She told people I had an eye disease that was incurable, and she kept dying my hair. I believed her, everyone did, who'd suspect the truth after all?

"I think my first clue was when I had a pet bunny that was killed by a fox. I remember having it's bloody heap in my hands and crying after chasing the fox away with a stick, when suddenly it just seemed to start filling itself back out again and started nibbling my thumb like it always did. I was so happy, but when I told Mom, she looked so frightened. She took the bunny and chopped his head off and told me to never do it again. But it kept happening. I would find dead animals and they'd just come back to life when I picked them up, I couldn't help it.

"The last straw was when I was playing with this boy, he was a friend of mine but I can't remember his name anymore. Well, we were playing somewhere that was really dangerous, it was a cliff I think. Well, he fell off. So I ran down the safe way to reach him, but I knew he was dead, he was a bloody mess, practically all his limbs were askew and his head had been cracked open on a rock. I picked him up in my arms and cried without even thinking, and the next thing I know he's just fine, looking at me strangely and asking what had happened. I told Mom of course, I had to, and she completely freaked.

"We left that town and began traveling, by then my wings were starting to sprout and they were really hurting. Mom made me put on huge sweaters and bound them tightly to my back, but eventually it was no use. Thankfully, when I was discovered, it was by none other than Azar herself.

"I was probably a lot younger than Raven, but then she grew up slower than humans, and I was growing up faster. This January I'll be 13 years old in human years if that gives you an idea.

"When Mom finally broke down and told Azar what I really was, I was immediately brought into priestess-hood. I remember everyone always gave me furtive looks, whispering behind my back about me, thinking that I should be destroyed."

"What! Why!" Beast Boy interrupted, "You're half angel, what's with all that!"

"It's forbidden." Raven answered. "An angel indulging themselves in worldly sins, such a thing probably killed Zira's father."

"Yes. He didn't die before I was born, he died because I was born. There's a difference." Zacroma added.

"But Azar, and the Council, believed that Zira had been spared for a reason, that it was God's will she live. Such a thing has never happened before, and when it did the Angels had fallen, and the child born never lived long, but their wings were always black. Zira, however, had pure white wings made from, what can only be described as, crystallized light." Arella came in. "Then one day, when Raven was still learning to suppress her powers, she lost control. Zira had been there for only two months, and she'd been the third to see what went wrong. The other two died, but when she entered the room, Raven instantly regained control. It was a long time ago," She said, turning to Raven, "You wouldn't have remembered." Raven nodded her understanding.

"So they decided that I was to be the other half of Raven, a yin-yang sort of thing, though not at all like Malchior and Rorek, obviously. But, it was actually more than once, my presence had been able to null the disastrous effects of Raven's unchecked power. A half demon, and a half angel, together we could cancel each other's unfavorable power. Because after I touched Raven, I no longer began doing things without meaning to. Dead animals I happen to touch stay dead, and…other things began to go away as well.

"As an angel, I'm unable to use any magic, but as half-human, I can still use some. But my initial powers, the ability to manipulate metal, that's only part of it. I only chose that, because metal is the element I have the most affinity with, it was the easiest for me to learn by myself. I can use just about every earthly element, though. But just because I can, doesn't mean I'm able to. I've still yet to so much as light a match without using magic, I can make water move a little, but that's it, and as for earth, I can barely cause any degree of a tremor. I can, however, make my own light quite easily, I can even craft my own rosary from thin air, and turn regular water into holy water." She explained.

"So, what's so bad about you coming to Earth and helping us out?" Robin asked.

"It wasn't that, so much. We'd planned on having her join Raven as soon as it was possible." Arella answered. "But there were a few difficulties, things changed. Raven left on her own and Zira wasn't ready yet. And then it was discovered that the Blood Clan was congregating on Earth. And while we knew this could only mean the worst, especially for Raven, the Council decided that having Zira anywhere near there was practically asking for the Apocalypse to come."

"But how? Why would having Zacroma here do anything but help Raven keep herself from going demonic!" Demanded Beast Boy, pulling on his hair in frustration as no one seemed to be giving them the right answer.

"Isn't it obvious!" Malchior snapped. "Alright, let me spell it out for you. Everything about the Blood Clan revolves around dodged attempts at trying to control the entity known as Blood. It's like an element, but a lot more advanced. Every living thing has its own form of blood. The fabric of reality is given color by blood if you want to speak in metaphors. Every dark ritual, every spell, every single solitary bit of power that they use revolves around blood. Get it? Blood Clan, they use magic formed from Blood, they make members by putting demon blood into their system, they draw pentegrams with blood!" He explained.

"So?" Beast Boy asked.

"Angel blood, you idiot!" The dark dragon hissed.

"If Judora found out, if they got Zira, they wouldn't need Malchior and Rorek to resurrect Trigon, they wouldn't need you all in order to revert me back to the way I was. Just a drop, and Judora could twist reality, time and space wouldn't matter, she could go far beyond the vague limits of magic, and tap into the very powers of God. The apocalypse isn't the worst she could do. The only thing that might hamper her, is that Zira is still half human as well. But since this sort of thing has only happened once, we have no idea what to expect. Judora probably couldn't go as far as the whole God's powers thing, but who's to say that's entirely true?" Raven explained.

Everyone stared, gawking. Beast Boy, however, still seemed convinced that Raven and Arella were taking things a little too far and stayed protectively next to Zacroma, who was hiding her face in her hands. "I thought," She whispered, "That if no one knew, if I changed my name, if I put an illusion over my eyes and kept dying my hair different colors, it wouldn't even come up. How could the Blood Clan find out if no one knows about me? I mean, if not even Raven recognized me, I must have been kept a deadly secret of some sort." She said, her voice shaking with suppressed sobs.

"But why, Zira, why did you feel so strongly that you had to defy the Council and come, even though the risk was so great?" Arella asked kindly.

"I had a vision!" Zacroma wailed, almost in defiance, "But no one would listen! They all thought I just wanted to leave, to find Raven because I was foolish in thinking I was ready. I tried to tell them, I tried to tell anyone who would listen! But no one would listen to me, and the council brushed it off as another of my acts. But it was true! It happened! And I know that if I wasn't there, I mean, I know I didn't have everything to do with it, but if I hadn't been there, if I wasn't around, Raven might have stayed demonic. Trigon would have been so much more powerful and, and I'm not bragging either! It was real! Just because I was there, I didn't even do much but save the Titans and give Raven the rings. But, but I was able to change it! I was in the right! And, and I think I'm in the right now too!" She said, standing up defiantly even though there were tears still streaming down her eyes. She stared at both Raven and Arella. "I'm staying here, I'm going to fulfill the role I was meant to. You can't make me go back, neither of you can! Because I know this is where I'm suppose to be! This is where I'm needed, risk or no risk." She told them all.

No one said anything, most of them probably felt this was really a problem between Zacroma, Raven, and the Azarath Council. So they didn't have much say in the matter. Beast Boy, however, had an expression of furious agreement, and was glaring at them all, especially Raven.

But Raven wasn't looking at Zacroma, she had her eyes closed and was bent over, her hands clasped up to her face, propped up on her knees. She looked like she was thinking really hard, and Arella was watching her, waiting for her response. Finally, Raven opened her eyes. "She's right, Mother. Thinking back now, she's right. I remember her hovering near me as I released the Blackfire Butterflies on Trigon, I remember that, many of the attacks the Titans made on him, even Rorek and Malchior's combined force, were doing much more harm than they really should have. I never really sensed it, I never thought about it, but I realize that she's right. And she's the reason, the real reason, I was purified as well." Raven turned her eyes to Arella, "You'll have to tell the Council that she isn't coming back, due to the fact that she belongs here and if they disagree they can shove it up their high and mighty a—"

"I will do that then." Arella interrupted loudly.

A sudden round of cheering broke out, lead, of course, by Beast Boy, who had his arms around Zacroma's shoulders and was singing, "She's staying, she's staying!" over and over in a very 'so there!' tone of voice. In fact, soon everyone was gathering around her, hugging her and patting her, even Malchior ruffled her hair with a smirk. Zacroma looked like she was about to start crying again, though for quite a different reason.

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"This is, basically, where I work. But I also like to just hang around here and relax." Raven said.

"I love the music that's playing." Arella commented.

"That's a band called Nightwish, Alabaster's plays it all the time. This one's called The Riddler." Raven told her. She then looked at the cash redgister and saw Auron there, messing with something in the desk so his head was down. "That's Auron, just Auron. He runs this place, and though he's rather superficial about the whole 'goth look' thing, he does a good job. So far he's managed with just one employee working full time, and me at nights. I don't think he leaves the store himself though." She explained.

"I see. Hm, excuse me." Arella said, walking over to Auron, who, when he looked up, jumped about ten feet in the air.

"R-Raven! Raven what tha—alright this is too much. The hair, I can understand, but how did you just, get older! And why!" Auron exclaimed, flabbergasted.

Arella bit her lip, obviously trying with all her might to keep from bursting into a fit of helpless laughter. Raven side-stepped around her mother and drew Auron's attention to her, "Ahem, I'm right here, Auron." She said.

Auron let out a deep sigh of relief. "So sorry miss! I thought, well, are you two sisters or something?" He asked.

Arella's eyes widened, and the two of them looked at each other. "I think that's one of the most flattering things someone has ever asked me." She said.

"Well, you do look barely a day older than 20." Raven pointed out. "No, Auron, this is my mother." She said.

Auron's jaw dropped, "Y-you can't be serious!" He exclaimed, starring at Arella transfixed.

But she smiled, "Quite serious. Though where I live, the magic in the air probably reacted with my body chemistry in such a way that it's slowed my aging process to a crawl. It happens to a lot of people, so we don't think it abnormal to be around 40 or so and still look like, well, this." She answered, gesturing to herself.

"You're 40?" Auron asked blankly.

"Oh heavens no! I have to be 60 at least." Arella said considering.

"Mother." Raven grumbled, "She's joking." She told Auron's stunned face.

"Oh! W-well, um, would you like some coffee?" He asked, gesturing to the automatic coffee makers (which required money to work of course).

"No thanks, I never could stand the stuff." Arella said with a grimace. "I'm Arella by the way, Mr. Auron." She said, extending her hand to him.

"A-a pleasure." Auron stammered. "I guess Raven's told you about me," He said.

"Yes, she works for you correct?"

"Yes, and may I say she is my best employee, for more reasons than one. It's obvious where she gets her good looks and—"

"Auron, if you don't stop this pathetic excuse for flirting, with my mother, I will kill you." Raven said.

Auron froze, let go of Arella's hand, and then turned, "Uh, right, well, I should be getting to…something. Nice to meet you!" He said, looking for a liable 'something'.

Arella was biting her lip so hard Raven was worried she might draw blood the next moment, so she took her mother over to an empty table so she could collapse onto it in a fit of helpless giggles.

"So," She began when she had calmed herself down, "Why don't you tell me a little more about this dragon problem, as I am quite certain you must have a lot of stress built up over it."

"Oh boy." Raven said with a huge sigh, "You have no idea. Having one boyfriend is bad enough, though I wouldn't know quite yet, I've never been in this sort of relationship before. But having two? It's a nightmare! And I'm pretty sure I'm the only girl who's ever gone through this particular situation. It isn't that I don't want to pick one, it's that I can't. I don't exactly have a choice in the matter either. The frustrating part is that they know this, but they still can't help but fight over the whole thing. You wouldn't believe how much they squabble, most of it being through their mental link. I don't catch any words, but do know that it happens. The only reason it hasn't progressed past a few fist-fights here and there is out of respect for me and the other titans."

"Can't say I've had any experience in that area. Well, I think there were actually a few times in high school that some guys began to fight over me, but I only noticed because one of my friends pointed it out and told me that an actual brawl had started. But that eventually died. I think it was only because I had just transferred and a lot of guys had recently been dumped by preppy cheerleader girlfriends and wanted to try something new. Well, I was definitely new, dark and mysterious with a bit of henna drawn around my eyes in eyeliner, pentacle around my neck and everything. But after a while it became, well, creepy. So I can't really give you advice from personal experiences, I did marry Satan after all. The best 'motherly advice' I can give you is to keep your head until they merge. Then you'll have enough experience with two relationships that one will be a breeze." Arella explained.

"You married Satan!" Exclaimed a goth who just happened to hear that part of the conversation.

"She's joking!" Raven snapped. The girl, looking a little put out, slumped on over to the table that had been her initial destination. "Wishful thinking." She muttered.

"Hers, or yours?"

"Both." Raven rubbed a hand over her eyes a moment as her mother snickered. "I guess we could go visit the museum Rorek and I went to next and—" She blinked, her eyes fixed on something odd on the far wall behind her mother.

"Hm? And what?" Arella asked.

"Is that—?" Raven got up and moved, walking through the tables to get a better look.

The mask was plane, rather dull, but almost a perfect replica of a face, though it wasn't at all human. It was hard to tell whether it was male or female, there was no hair, the eyes were closed, and it was expressionless. But it had long, pointed ears on it. What made it interesting was the web of different colors that made the skin. Something that could be done quite easily with a lot of different paints, but somehow it seemed…different.

"Raven? What is it?" Asked Arella.

"This mask, what do you make of it?" she responded, "There's something…off, something, I'm not sure."

"Hm…" Arella peered at it. "Just looks like the mold of an elf's face, but a color happy painter got a hold of it." She said shrugging. "I might have more of an extra sense, but I can't pick up everything."

Raven tapped her lips in thought, then turned, "Auron?" She asked, her eyes directly on the spot where Auron had ever-so-descretely been lingering with books in his hands.

He jumped a bit when she addressed him, "Er, yes?" He asked, trying to look as if he'd just noticed them.

"Is this mask for sale?" She questioned.

"What?"

"This mask, is it for sail?" Raven repeated, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"Oh, um, yes!" He answered quickly, his eyes flickering over to Arella, who was expertly schooling her features now and pretended not to notice. "But it's, ah, that was really hard to get. It's very old, a collectors item I think. It was really expensive." He told her.

"How much did you pay for it?" Raven asked.

Auron bit his lip, "A little over 5,000 dolars, not including taxes so—"

"I'll give you 7,000." Raven told him firmly.

Auron jumped and stared at her in shock, "Just how much am I paying you!" He exclaimed.

"Definitely not enough to afford it, but recently a 11,000 dollar check was forced into my hand after I rescued a boy who'd been kidnapped from an extremely wealthy family. I just cashed it a few moments ago, so I just need to summon a check from the Tower and write it out." She answered.

"O-kay. I'll…go get the proof-of-ownership…" Auron said, deciding, wisely, not to question further. Arella broke down into a fit of suppressed giggles when he was far enough away not to notice.

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"YOU SPENT 7,000 DOLLARS ON A FRIGG'N MASK!" Beast Boy yelled. "OF ALL THE THINGS YOU COULD HAVE—"

"Wow, I'm impressed. This could have sold for over 100,000 if my estimation of modern currency is correct." Rorek marveled, feeling the mask with his hands. Beast Boy facefaulted.

"So you can sense something too?" Raven asked.

"Duh." Came in Malchior, craning his head around Rorek to look at it. "It's hard to make out, but there's definitely some extremely powerful magic going on in there. Have you tried putting it on yet?" He asked.

"No."

"Good. Don't." Rorek said, putting the mask back into the cushioning of its box with much care. "In one land I was in, a magic-user of the ancient tribes, called shamanists, used masks like this to cast their spells and perform odd rituals. Their magic dealt with the dead, so the slightest thing we do could summon some spirit or ghost or something. Which would either be bad, or good, but I don't think we want to risk it." he said.

"Somehow, I doubt that's what it is." Raven said.

"Yeah, from what I've seen, all those masks had a sort of animalistic theme to them, this one doesn't look anything like a witchdoctor or shaman mask." Robin commented.

"True, but still." Rorek persisted.

"I understand. I think once I do a bit of studying and a few simple spells, I'll be able to figure it out." Raven said.

"Do you have a hunch?" Asked Malchior.

"Actually, I think I—"

BOOOM!

There was a pause, in which everyone in the room stared at each other, wide eyed, and then they all scrambled into the kitchen at the same time.

Zacroma was there, completely covered in ash, with oven the oven opened up in front of her, smoking profusely. The sprinklers kicked on the next moment, showering everyone needlessly. "WAAAAAAA!" Zacroma bawled, "MY CAKE'S RUINED, AGAIN!"

"Alright, Zacroma, I didn't want to do this but I am going to have to make an official rule now that you've managed to set off the fire alarm twice. You are no longer allowed to cook, at all. Just stick with the instant meals, alright?" Robin told her.

Zacroma sighed, "Oh okay." She wined miserably.

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"If you could have one wish granted, what would it be?"

"That we would be together forever."

"Seriously."

"I am being serious."

"No, you're saying that because you think I want to hear it. Tell me honestly, if there was something in your life you could change, what would it be? If it could be anything."

"Hm, well, if I was to be selfish, I'd say, that I'd never have to be separated from you."

"Malorek Rechior, you know what I mean!"

"Ouch, full name! But I am being serious, Love. What was my life like before I met you, hm? I'll tell you what it was, boring, mundane. Time after time of trying to find some sweet little someone to fill the void in my chest, and then I find the most beautiful woman in the cosmos. What could I possibly want to change? Save seeing you smile maybe."

"There's nothing else you want? What about your mother, wouldn't you have wanted to be raised by her instead of your father? What if you had sisters or brothers, wouldn't you want to meet them?"

"Love, what do you wish for?"

"…I wish my sister would love me."

"You have a sister?"

"….No."

"RAAAAVEEEEEEEN! GUESS WHAAAAAAAAAT!" Cried a voice, coming from out of nowhere.

"AAAHH!" Raven screamed, jerking awake with such a jolt, that she actually sent a jolt across the room to the fool who opened her door.

Zacroma, fried to a crisp, fell to the ground as Raven assessed the rest of the damage she had done. The hangman tapestry over the door of her secret room had been ripped in half, books had flown out of one of her shelves but no harm really done to them, and it looked like she would be needing some new bedcovers.

"Maybe that wasn't such a good idea." Beast Boy said over Zacroma, who merely whimpered in response.

"Sorry, Zacroma. But you should know better than to do that." Raven sighed, coming over to her so she could fix the damage she'd done. "What!" She demanded, seeing that Beast Boy was gawking at her.

"Raven, you do look good in a dress!" He exclaimed.

Raven, suddenly realizing that she was in her nightgown, blushed and sent Beast Boy heading straight for the wall on the farthest end of the hallway. She then changed into her usual outfit and bent over Zacroma to begin healing.

"Ahem, anyway!" Zacroma said, perking back up the moment she was all healed. "Sorry to wake you up but it's, you know, noon. Though you did stay up late bonding with your mother before she left so I guess I should have waited until you came downstairs. But, past is past, and I have this really cool idea that Robin's agreed to because he's male and therefore cannot resist Starfire's puppy-dog eyes! And the fact that they're dating helps too. Anyway! We are going to go to this hot new dance-club tonight yo! It's got sweet music, dance floor, and even some places where you can just sit down and order some food. It's even got a bar, which probably sells illegal drugs to underage teens but we'll just overlook that part." She said excitedly.

Raven stared at her for a moment, the girl seemed really hyped up about the whole thing. The last person to get them to go to a dance club was Starfire's evil older sister Blackfire, but she had to admit it wasn't a complete waste of time. But still. "Why?"

"Because, well, we need a little bit of a break after the whole Judora thing, you know, get our systems cleared out and stuff! Last time you guys went to one I hear Starfire didn't have that great of a time, seeing as how she was attacked, but this should be different because now she has been adequately schooled in teenage social lingo and stuff. Also, this time I will make sure that you, especially, enjoy yourself." Zacroma declared.

Raven suddenly recognized the mischievous glint in Zacroma's eyes, and paled. "Um, you're not going to—"

"Of course I am!" Zacroma cried, practically dragging an extremely reluctant Raven along behind her as she ran down the hall. "We'll be at the mall Beast Boy!" She told the green blob that was stuck to the wall.

"Wait! Wait Zacroma I've got to write something down!" Raven exclaimed, struggling.

Zacroma stopped, "What, did you have another dream?" She asked, suddenly serious.

"Yes." Raven answered, summoning her notepad from her room. "So will you calm down for a few minutes and let me think over it?" She asked.

"Oh! I'm so sorry Raven, I didn't think…well, I guess being wakened from a dream like that would be an unnecessary shock, but…do you have them every time you fall asleep?" Zacroma questioned.

"Pretty much, though most just feel like normal dreams, yet the same as the others. But some, like this one, I get something new, something very vivid." Raven answered as she scribbled the words she could remember down swiftly. "But this one, it was strange…confusing."

"How so?"

"Well, Judora was the one who always wanted Avelona to see her as a sister, and Avelona hated her because she was already possessed by demons. But in this dream…I don't know. We think that Judora wove a spell to make Malorek fall in love with—"

"Who?"

"Malorek, oh! Yeah, I heard his name in this dream too. Malorek Rechior." Raven answered. "Anyway, it sounded like he was really in love with her, so at first it was like she was Avelona, but then at the end she said something about wishing her sister would love her, which leads me to think she was Judora." She said.

"Maybe the two were sort of merged in that dream. I mean, you wouldn't think you'd be getting Judora's memories, especially if Avelona wasn't around at the time. You'd just be getting some of her feelings I guess, even though that sounds like a kind of stretch there." Zacroma considered. "What was the dream like? Did you see shapes? Can you remember what the voices sounded like?"

"No, well, I only heard voices in my ear. One that sounded as though it belonged to me, but again it's not my voice. And the other, well, I guess it kind of sounds like Malchior or Rorek, but it's off somehow." Raven answered.

"That's probably a merging thing, you know, what it sounds like when they're one person." She offered.

"Probably, but what about the other voice? Did I just have a different voice in a past life, or am I seeing Judora's memories. I mean, what if, what if she's sending them to me, to show me what I ruined or something. What if, Malorek really loved her at one time, but then fell in love with Avelona, and she just said that she warped his mind because she's too proud to admit that she lost her lover to Avelona? This combined with the fact that Avelona hated her and yet she wanted nothing more than to be her family, no wonder she turned over to the demons!" Raven sighed, banishing the notebook back to her room.

"That could be the case, and that would also explain why Judora's not taunting you even more about the whole thing. It could be a tender spot. I'm surprised she doesn't blow up at you for the whole thing." Zacroma mused.

"She's not completely sane, but I get the feeling she doesn't exactly care about that anymore." Raven said.

"Either that, or she's still holding on to the hope that you might finally consider her family. Remember what Rorek said about that? That might be why she's desperate to make you revert back to the darkness."

"…I remember, when Judora first saw me as I am now. She was shocked at first, like the revelation just washed over her, but she wasn't at all displeased about it. She was ecstatic. I thought she was just insane at first but…well, I know she's insane, but not completely." Raven sighed. "Ugh, this is making my head hurt."

"You need to get your mind off of this whole thing for a bit, we all do! But first, WARDROBE!" Zacroma exclaimed. Raven's eyes widened and soon she found herself being drug onward. She grimanced, but sighed and decided to just let Zacroma have her fun.

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A/N: Wow, lots and lots of reviews, I'M SO HAPPY NOW! YOU GUYS ARE GREAT!

Fire and Ice equals Slush: Wow, never thought I'd have a reader complaining about my update speed, but I have to update fast to keep myself going, if that makes sense. It's like I need to keep myself focused, y'know, and getting reviews for chapters helps, so therefore if I update fast, I get more reviews quicker. Does that make sense? I hope so, I'm confusing myself, lol.

Kage no ni yoru: . cooking oil? Uuuuuh, I think I'll just happily go through life completely ignorant, thanks. Oh boy…

Pandora Kattalikis: Oh she's half human, don't worry, no more surprises in that area so yeah. And you know what, it's extremely funny because the little bit of Big O I ever watched featured the episode where you saw Angel's scars, and since that was like, I dunno, years ago, I guess it stuck with me and bled onto the fic. Strange. Ah well, we'll be getting to those three in the next chapter I think.

Mei Mei: SWEET! That's so cool, I mean I knew about Phantom of the Opera, that's kind of obvious, I wonder if The Carpenter is also one they re-did. Hm, that'd be interesting. Oh yeah, and Malchior knowing about Poe, remember he was a collectors item, rare and valuable as his book was really old and yet didn't seem to age. He could have been owned by someone who knew Poe, or Poe himself. And yes, he can read while inside the book, remember? "I've been trapped in a book for over 1,000 years, not much to do but read." So yeah. But thanks for pointing it out anyways.

Troubled-ego: Yeah, I know it was strange, I don't know where it came from but I was thinking about what to do that would be completely random and have nothing to do with the story whatsoever, and then that happened. I hope I didn't leave you in your chair for too long though!

Jemerik: LOL! You actually do that? Well, I guess updating every other day would make you suspect it could happen. And here's a tip for dodging the chests: There are a few piles of gold and jewels that are safe to burry yourself in, the way you find these is to stick your hand in one and if nothing grabs you its fine. If it does, just stick your other hand in there and slap it. If there's too much trouble down there you can always hide in the basement's broom closet…oh wait, I have yet to fix the black hole in it, okay never mind!

Alright, that's about it. Gotta go, my kitty is demanding my undivided attention now.

Ja