Chapter 8: A Rose with Any Other Name Would Smell as Sweet
Author's Note: It's been months since I've updated, and I'd like to thank the ever helpful RavenEmpressOfAzarath for pushing me onward! And no this is NOT the final chapter!
The Titans did as Raven commanded, and ducked for safety. The beams grew larger in width till the area above the Titans heads was filled with red light. It lasted longer than Raven expected, but the light finally dimmed out, and a screech of anger erupted from Opera. She threw the now dead rose to the ground and walked to Raven, holding the cloth of her cape.
"You, YOU ruined this!" Opera yelled in spite, "All my chances to stay immortal-gone! Because this little-witch knew what I was to do!"
Raven gritted through her teeth, "Immortality does not belong in the hands of someone like you. That rose, if it were to reach any of us, it would've sucked our lives right from us. Immortality is not worth another's life-Opera" Spat Raven.
Opera glared, "I am tired of hearing that tone of voice!" she snapped, throwing Raven back to the ground, and pointed a finger at her. From the tip of her finger was a fast shooting black light. Raven screamed. Her already pale skin looked white as paper-and she looked near death. Death.
Robin stood in disbelief, "You held the same power as at rose! What is the difference?"
The villainess sneered, "Nothing, does a rose with any other name smell as sweet? Dear Raven called it immortality. For me-yes this gives me life. But do you really want to know what that magic is called?"
Robin gave no response, so Opera said it anyway.
"Death."