Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans and those characters that don't seem like they belong in the series are mine. Like Benu, Isamu, Christian, Sis and so on and so forth. Oh and by the way the song from the other chapter I forgot to list I don't own it as well … nope, it's called "Nobody puts baby in the corner"by "Fall out Boy", yeah had to clear that up.
A/N: Oh? You didn't read the Author's Note raerob4ever? Well, I asked all my lovely reviewers if it was okay that I could delete a few parts of this story so that I can give it a proper ending, because I was starting to … well … the story seemed confusing to me. And to many others that were reading it.
SO … I go a lot of reviews telling me that it was okay for me to delete and restart on chapter 10 and on, so I hope that explains that. Sorry for the mix up if you didn't read the author's note.
Anyway … here's chapter 11, enjoy, I hope.
(blah: Rorek
blah: Malchior
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Dr. Dre: "Alright stop."
Eddy: "Huh?"
Dr. Dre: "Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store and try to get money out the draw you better think of the consequence."
Eddy: "Who are you?"
Dr. Dre: "I'm your mother-fuckin' conscience."
- Eminem feat. Dr. Dre "Guilty Conscience"
Guilty Conscience
"WHAT!"
You heard him, he is the cocky little wizard Rorek … well at least, his spirit form that is. That voice … I knew that voice, "Malchior?"
How you say? " In the flesh?" Well as much of the flesh as I'll get to be giving the chance of exploring your rather twisted mind. Interesting … so … you've been studying my magics after all. I can't say that I'm not flattered. Besides all that sweet little Raven, it is a pleasure to finally get the chance to speak with you once again. Not that I like the circumstance at all.
Malchior! Silence yourself this instant! Can you not see this is becoming too much for her to understand? You are unbelievable.
Look Sir Wizard I could give less of a care if she dropped in a faint at the moment, because right now I resent being assigned her consequence. And by the way you know nothing of her, so why don't you go scurry onto over that comfy little corner and let me handle this. Pathetic little pestilence, Lady Raven, I say you go and confront this Benu character and see if he's worthy enough to deal with once more. And if not, slaughter him on sight.
You over grown lizard! Hold your tongue! Lady Raven do NOT whatever it is that you do go to that meeting. You yourself is unsure of the whole thing, I may not know the full understanding of your world at the current moment, but I assure you this – even to me – does not seem, safe.
Safe? Still the same coward you were over a thousand years ago aren't you?
What did you say?
I do not stutter, clean your ears out human and listen, wait … why am I conversing with YOU I am here for the sole purpose to advise this half-breed demon on what she should do when situations as such come about.
YOU be the adviser? I think not, I was sent from the archangels themselves to help guide lady Raven to the right path. You are just a side affect of using the spell.
Yes and I'll remind you that the spell is of MY on making, and the archangels? Please, like that's anything to be proud of! I could careless about ANY archangel of ANY level of the hierarchy even if they should send Azeal the Angel of Death himself to meddle in Earthly affairs.
Disrespectful cur! I should have killed you when I had the chance!
Yeah? Well you did and you didn't and I must thank you for that, but right now you're getting in the way so leave!
"EVERYONE JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!" I screamed at the top of lungs already getting the point that they were arguing in my MIND! How did this happen? WHAT happen to cause this atrocity? Rorek and Malchior in my head? Arguing over my predicament – among other things?
I never knew what happened, but I guess I found myself on the floor kneeling with my hands over my head trying to shut them out but couldn't. Their arguing was just as loud as if they were right in between me and I was the only thing that was stopping an all out fight. Tears had come out my eyes; I guess out of frustration or worse yet the pain in my ears from the loud shouts and a splitting headache forming. But I got a hold of myself.
With out much effort I stood up and used the wall as support to stand up and lean against, gasping I glared art the wall trying to create an image of the two components in my head. All the while huffing and growling, "Alright! Let's try this again! What?"
My lady, please try to understand that we are in much awe –
I'm not.
- as you are about the whole situation. My being here is the result of the angels above giving me an assignment to advise you down the gray path you've taken. I am your conscience.
"My … my conscience?" I blinked and gathered up enough strength to stand on my own and look down to the book and cell phone on the floor. Looking around to get a feel if there was any one in the halls I sighed with relief when there were none. Going to pick them up Malchior continued.
Yes, Raven, your conscience. But don't listen to him; he's only saying that to get you to do something must be done. Go to the meeting, you have to; you have to know what in all 7 hells Benu wants.
Malchior … it sounded funning hearing his voice – in my head no less, but advising me? I don't know that was sketchy all itself especially since our last encounter, not very trust worthy character, but the point he was making was … making sense. However … "Alright then Malchior, tell me what you are doing here advising me to do differently? What's your edge? Cause I'll tell you this right now I'm not gonna take anymore of you bullshit."
Oh really? Well even if you wish me to leave it is impossible, especially since you've used the Draco Chronicles, which in any case I must ask. What in all the hells possessed you to even use a spell from the Draco Chronicles? This position you put me in is of your own doing! And to be quite frank I resent you for it!
"But Jinx used the same spell!" I argued, "Why torment me?"
Because you lead the spell, Rorek answered smoothly and Malchior scoffed gruffly growling.
That's only scratching the surface. You were the one who choose the book from my archives, the moment you touched it you sealed your fate to me.
And me.
You know you don't always have to include yourself with everything. In fact make like Merlin and disappear.
Merlin? He is a myth.
So you say.
"Enough!" god this arguing was getting me a damn big ass headache and I didn't need it, "Alright you both are my conscience, fine I can deal with that … I think … but since you're both in my head and the closest section to my damned ears, first rule. Both of you NO MORE SHOUTING! Understand?"
Not entirely, I could feel it, Malchior and his snickering smirk, the arrogant bastard, why if he was out in the open to hit I'd so smash that damned smirk from his dragon face! If it was one thing I hated was when others thought that they'd get away with everything just because they spoke to you in their head.
Entirely my lady, Rorek … he was different, more dignified and being more of a gentlemen I could feel him bowing low and acknowledging my rule.
Malchior snorted, Suck up.
"Malchior special rule for you, don't open your mouth unless you absolutely have to," I growled myself finding it all so silly to be talking allowed and no one was in front of next to me in any way. Somehow I get the strange feeling Malchior would be the one to use that to his great – and oh so sick twisted pleasured amusement, "Now. I have no idea what the hell is really going on, but I'm just gonna wing it for now considering I can't deal with this ridiculous notion. So for as best as the both of you can, don't run your mouths!"
Understood my lady, but you must understand yet again that I have no choice but to speak in some cases to help you make the right decisions in your life for as long as the archangels deem necessary. You have reached a peak in your life where the path you take will affect not only you, but also the whole of the people around you. Right now the gray line you stand on is much too dangerous especially when it grows even more so narrow then before. One way or the other you must choose a side.
Why? Came Malchior's "smart" reply and I felt Rorek's emotions shift to that of annoyance, the feeling was mutual with me.
Because it is as written, Rorek grunted.
Malchior rolled his eyes – don't ask how I know, I could just feel it, Written huh, written where in the stall of a public bathroom? That's all just nonsense! Choosing sides? Who said she had to? Raven, ignore this excuse of a marshmallow smear and listen, you can chose either side you wish. Remember when I said Darkness can be misunderstood, well you are the perfect example of it. All this, all that you're going through, you should not be limited by some angel-wanna-be telling you to "do good" you tried to do that for the past years with the Titans. The darkness is where you belong; it's who you are. Am I not wrong?
Do pray for death dragon? Open your mouth one more time and I swear to the heavens I'll do all I can to see to it that you burn in the seventh hell!
Oh, I'd love to see you try; you couldn't take me a thousand years ago, what makes you think you can take me now?
"Hey! What the hell did I just say? Both of you shut the fuck up," harsh I know, but with the headache I was getting it was hard NOT to curse them both for their incompetence, "god, if I had the ability I'd force the both of you out of my mind, but for now. For the sake of sanity, let me go in peace."
Of course, but I shall leave on a note of reminder: Do not go to that meeting.
Relief I felt a weight of my right shoulder suddenly life and I sighed, but I still had Malchior to deal with, "Well? Aren't you leaving?"
Technically it is impossible, I am bound to you just as well as Rorek – which I'm still trying to figure out how or even WHY he's the one spitting ridiculous words into your gullible ears. However by my own will I shall leave, with a note as well to keep you thinking: Go to the meeting, you must find out what's going, plus the Red X will be there, are you not a bit fancied my his presences?
I growled, the bastard! "Go to hell Malchior."
Oh but sweet Raven, I am already there. Choa.
This is going to be hard … very hard. Not to mention very confusing, why the hell was Malchior even giving me advice after I resealed him in that book. I can image how he's in my head because of the spell, but giving me advice? That was just as creepy as all hell. There's gotta' be a better explanation for that … however the point was:
Should I go to the meeting?
That's what they were arguing about any way.
So … should I?
I had Rorek – the good guy – telling me that I should go and I really should listen to him, but what he said about the choosing sides part? That didn't sit well with me … in fact I was so tempted to side with Malchior when he started to tell him off. However when he said I "belonged to the darkness" I was sketchy about that statement. True, I couldn't get over the fact that my blood begged for the darkness and the mystery that called to me. Daring me to submerge in the dark black abyss … but still … submitting to the "dark side" wasn't something that I could do.
In fact … submitting period wasn't something I was fond of.
Hell taking orders from Robin sometimes irritated the hell out of me, but I went with it all just for the sake of keeping the peace.
Shoulder angels … I come to a sudden realization. Both Rorek and Malchior were my shoulder angels! One good one bad! Or at least the one's that tell the person with a conscience arguing with their shoulder angel, good or evil and it was up to the character to choose what he – or she – wanted to do.
Then for the sake of morality the good would always come out in triumph so if I were to follow the movies, cartoons, comics so on so forth ect, ect …than I would naturally listen to Rorek … but … this wasn't a movie or a cartoon or a comic. Besides, it was more of an order, not a decision for me to go. I had to. Benu was an iffy person; I needed to get a better feel of him, especially since my powers were back.
That familiarity was eating at my soul and I was going to get to bottom of it.
Sorry, but it looks like this round would have to go to – I can't believe I'm saying this – Malchior wins. BUT only because it has to be done! I refuse to believe that I'm on his side; the damned dragon can cheer all he wants, his hellfire words can spit all they want, but I was doing this for my own purpose. Not to spite Rorek. After all he was the good-guy and everyone knows the good-guys ALWAYS wins.
((--Office Building, Down Town Jump--))
"Daddy," a little girl tugged at his pants leg, holding a stuffed teddy bear close to her chest and wearing an oh so adorable jump skirt uniform that consisted of the colors that were dark crimson red and white. Her long sandy/dirty blonde hair pulled up in two separate pigtails with red ribbons, her bright blue eyes shined with curiosity and knowledge. Glazing over as the light reflected off the cute frameless eyeglasses as she looked up at the older male she called her father.
"Sasha sweetie, daddy's working, what is it?"
Shyly she looked to the ground never paying much attention to the other males that huffed and grunted at the distraction of the child. Biting on her lower lip she looked back up at her father and sighed, "I – can I talk to mommy? I … I, uh … miss her."
"…" silence on her father's part, but then a tired sigh and a sweep of his hand, "fine, go to Krysta – you remember Krysta? –" she nodded, " – okay than go to Krysta and tell her I said you can use the office phone, but be brief about it, understood?"
Sasha's face brightened and she smiled lovingly and gratefully nodding vigorously she dashed for the door, "Thank you daddy, I love you!"
"You to, Love," with that she pulled on the heavy door and was out with once last smile, her father gave the others around the room a warning glare and they all immediately changed their disgusted scowls to nervous fidgets. Especially with his blue eyes boring into their souls promising their emanate death if they were to speak a word of his precious daughter, "now … where were we?"
"The protection against your enemies … the spying."
"Ah, yes, thank you Isamu, lately something has gone amiss with my … belongings … it would seem that someone else is trying to cash in on my things. I want to know who it is and if any of you gentlemen in this very room aren't lying through your teeth at the current time I ask you this simple question: are you against me?"
Everyone stayed quiet, nervously looking among each other growing paler and paler as the seconds passed. Their boss glaring at everyone that didn't say anything and glanced at Isamu that was standing off to the side looking all sorts of calm, back at the other older males he cleared his throat. Blue eyes taking a final swipe of the room as he turned and faced the window behind him, "No one has anything to say? No one at all?"
"…"
"Fine then … you're all excused … for now."
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In Krysta's office, the nervous secretary shuffled in her seat and practially held her breath when the door to the main off of her boss opened and every one in the "meeting" was escorted out. Glancing down at the little girl who was sitting on the floor up against her desk, having finished talking to her mother was now just waiting for her father to come out. A thought of pity and worry crossed the female's face, but was replaced with slight fear when her boss stopped in front of her office.
The little girl jumping up and skipping to him she smiled at him and giggled, "Are you finished daddy?"
Blue eyes looked down and his hard calculating gaze faded to a fringing sweetness, to Krysta, it scared her for the child to be standing so close to him. Hell it scared her that she child was calling him "daddy"! Who would even consider being in a relationship with him, it was frightening. Bending down to little Sasha's eye level he smiled and winked, "I am for now busy-bee, what did mommy say?"
Sasha shrugged and grabbed onto her father's hands and started to swing them as she fidget shyly, "She says that she wants me home before night fall."
Her father mocked sadness, "Aw, too bad, because I thought it would be fun if you could come meet a few friends of mind tonight."
She brightened, "New friends? Who are they?"
He chuckled, "Like I said I wish you could come … but, what mommy says goes. Wanna' get some ice cream?"
Sasha sighed and shrugged, "Okay. But can you at least tell me their names?"
"Some other time. Isamu."
From behind Isamu stepped up and his boss stood up facing him he whispered another order and Isamu nodded in understanding, walking down the hall. Sasha's father picked her up and carried her down the hall, leaving Krysta she sigh and shake her head. Wounding to herself how she could possibly get herself into these messes.