Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, Raven, Robin, or Slade. If I did- why would I be wasting my time writing this, only to be able to make the show into what I wanted to? Logic my dear friend…Logic.
Summery: With Chapter One out- I didn't expect a lot of reviews. It's amazing I even got one. Thanks to my reviewers- I owe a lot to you guys. (Though your numbers did dwindle.)
Also- another subject I have to discuss here at hand: Chaotic Sympathy's story they wrote with inspiration from "Forbidden Fruit."
My Review: First off, I'd like to say, I feel honored to even have my stories do anything other than cure my readers boredom. What a surprise! I inspired someone:Smiles: I feel so very proud… Anyway- I'd like to say, at first I thought the story was kind of shaky, but then, as I read on- I grew to like the plot. Very well carried out CS, though you do have a certain amount of spelling errors in the chapters. (But all can be fixed with a simple go-over and spell check.) (If your computer is messed up like you say, and the spacebar sometimes just freezes, I can cut, copy, and paste the story onto my word docs, edit it, and then send it to you via e-mail. I seem to find myself doing corrections in my mind anyway- it'd be no problem, even with 6 chapters. ) Anyways- my overall review: It was a good story, and enjoyable to read. I wait faithfully for the next chapter.
Okay Dokay :shocked I actually typed that, I'm done with that. I've been reshaping my idea for my pilot for a Tarot based FanFic, and so far, I've decided the Title is going to be: "It's In the Cards My Dear". Overall I think that it fits well. Look for that Fic to come out soon, around October, or maybe even sooner.
At any rate, I have the feeling you really didn't bother to read through any of that. Yep. I'm sure you just skipped through my summery and went straight for the writing itself. Damn you all- you impatient readers! I boycott your cause! (Though I still write for you surprisingly.)
Here it is, At Long last, the time-consuming Chapter 2 of "Asmodeus";
((Chapter 2))
"I Fought The Darkness, Only to Lose"
"DELIVER, me O Lord, from the evil man:
Preserve me from the violent man:
Which imagine mischief's in their heart:
Continually are they gathered together for War.
They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent;
Adder's poison is under their lips.
Sē-ĺäh!
Keep Me O Lord, From the hands of the wicked;
Preserve me from the violent man;
Who have purposed to overthrow my goings.
Sē-ĺäh!"
-Psalm 140-
"The Holy Book Of The Lord"
Darkness had a hold of me- all of my life. And I had spent all of my years, fighting it to the very end. With all my might, I had fought off what I knew would ultimately destroy me; my dark and dangerous side.
Half Human, half demon; Half good, half evil. Just as the sun and the moon differed, the two halves I was composed of were as different as night and day. All of my life I had been taught this- all of my life I had known this.
People had told me many times; I was meant for nothing but evil. I was made for nothing but to carry out evil. I was only on this earth to be the portal for my father; Trigon the Terrible. My mother was raped and forced to carry Trigon's child. Thus- I came into being. I came into this world as a curse.
I was a curse. I was a plague. Yet knowing this- the monks of Azarath raised me, even with the knowledge of my unavoidable destiny. For some reason, so unattainable reason, they all believed in the good I had within myself.
That tiny light, that insignificant beacon and flare of good I had deep within me, gave them all hope that the universe could be saved. But I believed not of what they had all told me. I didn't even believe what one of my closet friends, had told me. He had hope. Why didn't I?
When my time came- I knew I was to be the portal for Trigon to come and end the world. I knew of his plot to dominate the universe. But what was expected to happen was changed. My destiny was changed. I was changed.
Trigon had come to the earth, he had almost entirely destroyed it, and still; someone had hope. Robin. He still had faith in me. Even in the end of the world, he still knew I had something within me that would destroy Trigon. I was made of half good- my mother gave me that white billowing light that emitted from my soul. She was what helped me defeat my greatest enemy.
Robin was right in the end. I was able to fight off what I had thought all of my life I could not. I was able to fight off my greatest darkness; myself.
But still- even after I won that fight, I couldn't believe I was completely free of my father. I couldn't believe I was finally liberated. I couldn't believe it all was real.
However untrue it sounded, it all was reality. Trigon was gone. I was free.
Of course, at that time I thought I was. I was convinced he was gone finally and I was able to no longer constantly worry about his presence in my life. But Slade's words in our last battle resonated deeply within me.
Echoing in my mind, over and over, like a broken tape- I heard them constantly.
"Trigon Still lives; Within You…" I shook my head and tried desperately to clear my mind of him, but I could not. His voice was embedded within me. Constantly playing over and over, his words like a never-ending song
"He lives Raven… He Lives… You are the Evil…. You are Trigon…" I couldn't believe him. I couldn't fall for his tricks and his lies. Slade was only trying to taunt me over had previously happened. Somehow, he knew I was being bothered by the black energy my body still contained.
Floating silently above the ground, I shut my eyes tightly, my meditation session already in it's first hour. In one way or another, Slade had learned that even after my after my fathers demise, I was still haunted by him in my dreams. I was still bothered with the questions that floated in my mind, waiting to be answered.
I hadn't told my teammates, but I still felt as if Trigon was still within me. But he wasn't. He couldn't be. I had cleansed myself of him- hadn't I? Having my powers still did prove as quite a conundrum, considering I only had them because of him. But then again- weren't they now powered by the white light of my mother?
The answers to my questions were never clear. I knew not of why I still had my black powers, nor of why Slade's words haunted me so. I should have just brushed him off, and not let him get to me- but surprisingly, I found myself beginning to analyze them even further.
I brushed my lilac hair back from my face, a result of it's current growth. How I loathed its length then. Even after I had cut it, it grew. Soon- I promised myself- I would cut it once again. In the hallway outside of my room, the voices of the other Titans could be heard. I could tell and argument was in full swing.
"She hasn't come out of her room since the fight with Slade!" I heard the voice of Robin say, in a worried tone, as I strained to listen in.
"Perhaps we should check up on her you know…" Cyborg trailed off, his voice sounding concerned and anxious as well. I raised one of my eyebrows in annoyance at their alarm. I could take care of myself thank you very much.
"There is NO WAY I'm going in there…" Beast Boy squabbled, louder than all of them. My anger rose, as I stood up and stared heatedly at my metal door. True- they were my friends and teammates, but they had no right to intrude on my privacy. Least of think something was "definitely wrong with me", as I had heard Robin say earlier in the conversation. Must something always be so flawed within me? Must I always be the subject of worry?
Furiously I turned, making my way to my massive shelves of books. I would find my own answers, and leave them to their own dispute. Then- perhaps- I would finally show them I didn't need them to worry about me so. I could take care of my own personal problems.
Underneath my anger, I knew- I wished not to drag them into yet another of my pits of problems like I had done before. When I was the portal for Trigon they all were almost killed. What would happen now if this situation was worse? I couldn't risk their lives once more, or even bare to have them risk them once again.
I levitated several books off of the shelf to my right, and floated over to the middle of my room, the books in pursuit. Candles glided over and where arranged in a circle around me, all lit to provide better light.
I would find my answers here- in these volumes of knowledge, even if it took hours. A red leather bound book hovered to my hands, and as I opened to it's first page I sighed. Could there really be a possibility I would find the answers I sought in these volumes of forgotten lore? I knew not the real answer.
So I dove into the book, it's musty pages the result of its years of use and ages of existence. I knew not of what I would find- only the hopes I could resolve my own haunting nightmares and thoughts myself.
She was desperately out of control. I could tell well enough from our last battle, even though she herself was so sadly unaware. The way her eyes turned so pure white, slanted and full of fury. She knew not of her own desperate struggle she would soon undergo.
Inside, a battle was brewing- pure evil and darkness against all that was good and wholesome within her own soul. Soon- I knew the struggle would begin. Tapping my fingers rhythmically against the arm of my massive metal chair, I sat in the darkness of my new lair, the only light a simple beam that illuminated my form.
"She will begin her fight soon." I affirmed to the two figures that stood before me, both with their heads bowed.
"Then shall we begin the preparations?" The mage in the blue cloak questioned, as she raised her head and pulled down her hood. I smiled as she did, her long blue hair falling down her back.
"Yes- Antigone, that would be wise wouldn't it?" I agreed. "In the meantime, Jocasta, keep the spells for her dreams going, and haunt her further. If She must learn the truth herself, perhaps we can assist her in some way…."
"Yes my liege." The mage in the Red cape said, bowing as she took off her hood as well. Her short black hair was accented by the many piercings that adorned her ears and face, along with the black paint that was applied in a mystical pattern. I smiled at both of them, from under my mask, as they bowed once more and turned, retreating to another sector of the building.
"Oh- Jocasta," I said, making the girl in the red cape pause and turn around.
"Yes my liege?" She asked, as her counterpart Antigone kept walking.
"I need you to find Cronus and tell him to go to the libraries and gather a certain list of books I require." I ordered. "Tell him that these books shall be delivered to my private quarters."
"Your wish is my command master." Jocasta acknowledged, as she bowed once more and finally turned to walk away, her figure disappearing into the darkness. When both had completely gone I stood, and walked from my massive chair throughout my new base.
Little did the Titans know, I was far beyond those sad mechanical devices I used to rely so heavily on. To fight Raven, and any other the other new comers to jump city, I knew I had to turn to the mystical, though surprising it may sound.
Real power was in what others knew not of- I had figured that out after my servitude with Trigon. Servitude I wished not to relive. A certain amount of protection would have to be reached, if I could ever have hopes of conquering this city.
The Rutherfordium was a complete waste of time, and a failure. Cadmus had shown me that. After my run in with Raven, He had broken into my base and almost stolen everything- that was of course, until I made a bargain with him.
He wanted Raven. The Sorcerer wanted only her, and if I were to get her, I would be greatly rewarded. But I refused to work under anyone, not after Trigon. I also had my own reasons to want Raven's power as well. So eventually, a partnership was proposed….
Walking into yet another chamber, I entered, knowing full well Cadmus was inside. I didn't bother to knock, nor did I ask to be allowed in. I simply waltzed in, watching the Sorcerer as he continued to read the scroll on his desk.
"May I help you with something?" he asked, not looking up from his scrolls as he jotted something down.
"I came only to tell you that Raven hasn't been sleeping as well as she used to be." I commented, as I crossed my arms. A smirk played across his lips, as the mage raised his head and looked at me.
"Worse than before?" he began, as he dropped his pen and stood, walking from his desk.
"Much worse. Trigon's essence is within her like I first thought; he was already haunting her dreams. By using the spells to suppress her own already weakened defenses, our observations are correct- the dreams are keeping her awake."
"Good." Cadmus nodded, clapping his hands together. From out of his long white robes, he pulled out yet another scroll. "Objective Two completed. Soon enough we will be able to lure her here with more questions, and finally be able to perform the spell of Mortize, making the effects of her own battle with Trigon permanent."
"Your part is half done." I agreed, smiling form beneath my mask. "It will be no challenge for me to lure her here- her mind already wonders. After the ceremony, you may have half of her powers, and I draw out the other half. Have the orbs been made?"
"Antigone is supposed to be done with one- the other still needs binding spells." Cadmus confirmed, turning from me. On the bed next to his desk, he sat down, his smile still present. "Soon we both will have the power we desire, and you shall be able to destroy the Teen Titans."
"And Raven?" I asked, not being able to control my curiosity.
"Her cold carcass is all that will be left." His answer startled me, though that may be hard to believe. I had not expected her to die from the energy drain, though it did leave me with less of the Titans to deal with afterward.
Yes. I cared not what happened to her. I felt nothing for her.
At least…. that was the lie I told myself.
All around me, fire burned. My skin- my hair- my soul. I couldn't breathe; the billows of black smoke that rose from the fire ring seeped into my lungs, causing me to choke. I gasped for breath, on my hands and knees, trying to scream for help- but I could not. My friends were not there.
Red and yellow flames climbed around me, forming a prison- as chants filled my ears. I couldn't tell who was speaking, nor could I see them, my canopy of fire blocking my view. "Please…Help me…Please…" I gasped out, my words and pleas too soft to hear. The agony my body felt was too strong, as I tried to fight off the pain. Why wouldn't they help me? Didn't they hear my cries?
Iron shackles engraved with millions of red symbols held me firm to the ground, the red hot metal singing my skin. I prayed someone would come save me, yet I knew it was foolish to wish for such an unlikely fortune.
"Please…" I begged, hearing the chants once more. I knew there were people outside of the flames, even if I could not see them. I tried to use my powers to break free of the chains, but when I did, they only glowed and held to me more.
Suddenly, with a slight rumble, the ground shook, and the chanting stopped. Through the blaze, I could see something in the distant horizon coming closer. "Help me…" I beseeched the figure, hoping it was someone there to help. But as the figure came closer, I trembled in fear.
No….It couldn't be….My body shook as I tried to look away.
"Hail mere mortals, I come to merge with my daughter…" A demonic voice bellowed, as it came closer to flame circle I was in.
"No…" I let out, still weary from the smoke. "I killed you…" In response, I heard only a hurtful laugh.
"Kill me? You were made from me…" he responded, picking me up from the ground, pulling the chains that held me straight from the ground. Closer to his open mouth I came…. His sharp teeth glistening from the light the bright white moon emitted. His laugh continued as he brought me closer…
"No!" I screamed, jerking awake, causing one of my piles of books to fall over. The candles still flickered in the darkness, though the light they gave off was faint. Almost burned down to the wicks, I hesitantly blew them out; rising from the circle I had fallen asleep within.
The mounds of books I had pulled from my shelves sat in massive piles, towering in my room. Cursing myself for falling asleep once more, I made my way for another one of my other shelves, pulling off of it a bottle of pre-prepared potion. Though I knew I might regret its effects in the morning, I pulled out it's cork, and hesitantly drank.
The blue liquid quickly disappeared down my throat, the glass bottle now empty... I closed my eyes briefly, waiting for the potion to take its effect, and before I knew it, my body fell to the floor. The glass bottle fell from my hand, and rolled onto the floor not far from my head.
A dreamless sleep hit me, as I drifted off into a deep slumber. The round hourglass shaped bottle next to my head had a gold label I had not noticed, which read in cursive letters, "Epirus, Notrum Eilpilies." If only I had read those words. The potion I had thought I had drank was not a sleepless slumber concoction.
"Epirus, Notrum Eilpilies" means simply this; "To stop the heart for Rest." I had not taken the right potion. I would not sleep for one night, my heart would stop, and I would sleep for three.
Author's Note:
Um Kay. Recently, I've gotten about 12 reviews, quite sad really, compared to the 108 I received for "Forbidden Fruit." But then again- this is a Slade/Raven story, not a Robin/Raven, so of course there are fewer reviews.
In the last Chapter, People complained about how they didn't see how this was Raven/Slade Romance, and this is what I have to say to that:
1.) Why would I start the story out like that? Randomly having those two fucking would be so damn weird don't you think? It's called Plot development my friend. Plot development…
2.) Later in the story I'm going to have the romance, having it in the beginning would be senseless, stupid, and pointless. Slade isn't the type of guy who would randomly turn all good and love someone. Emotions like that aren't his forte. Did any of you notice however, Slade's last line in this story? Read it again.
Special Note: Now that Chapter 2 is out, I hope to get more reviews in- it would really be appreciated. I accept all reviews, even anonymous. That's right- :Points to you: Even you- slim Jim Joe, can review if you can't sign in or aren't a member of Fan fiction. Click the purple button.
ALSO: I had another question from someone, as to how Raven became a full demon. :Appears in a professor's outfit, and pushes glasses on nose: It is quite elementary My Dear:
Killing her father, his essence was sucked into his heir, Raven.
However, because she was half human, this does raise the question as to where her half human part went. Answer: It was repressed.
But in order to make this change permanent, and for Raven not to appear human any longer, the ceremony Slade is talking about must be preformed. Thus Raven's true form will become evident, no longer masked, and her human side will be permanently killed, not repressed.
:Hits you on the head with ruler: Understand:You nod like a good little pupil: Now review minion. Review.
Ultra Special Note: These Authors notes have gotten quite long. How un-fun. :Frowns: I wish I were a pirate. Then I could run around and say "Swap the deck you scally wags!" or "Walk the plank!" or maybe even…"Yo Hoe and a bottle of Rum." But I'm not a pirate sadly, so when I do say that stuff:sniffles: People just look at me weird.
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