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: My groveling at the end of last chapter was just plain sad. Really- just ignore it and shake your head dear friends- shake your head in deep despair at the seemingly low and shameful begging and pleading you all know I would not dare to bring myself to, though amusing as it might have been. It was appalling, not humorous- so stop laughing.

Anyway- hopefully I can finish this story in less than 6 chapters, that's my aim. I'm not sure if this will end up being a happy ending story, though I'm not sure I want it to be a tragedy either. Perhaps I will end it somewhere in the middle. The reviews ultimately decide.

Nevertheless, I'm hoping this next chapter will suffice for all of you who seem to be complaining about how this story doesn't have the "Raven and Slade Romance" I promised. I can't promise Romance as of yet- but certainly some lustful images.

The New Title of the Story has changed to Asmodeus, which in Hebrew demonology is the chief of the demons, occasionally identified with the prince of demons, Beelzebub. He figures largely in later Hebrew tradition, appearing in the Book of Tobit in the Old Testament apocrypha as an evil spirit possessed of great lust. Thus, his name goes very well in this story.

Without further a due, I present to you, Chapter 3 of "Asmodeus";

((Chapter 3))
"A Heart Is Not For Finding"

"Maybe there is a Beast…maybe it's only us…"
-Sir William Golding-
"Lord Of The Flies"

Perhaps what some say is true, man is but a complex animal, a beast only separated from the rest because of his intelligence. Like animals, we desire and lust for what we cannot have, and we feel the need and hunger to devour whatever we please. Our natural instincts make us beasts. Our animal impulses make us creatures like the rest.

But our intelligence reigns high. It is what so many have come to say makes us superior beings. But what if this intelligence was taken away? What if it was denied to us and given to others? Would we still be humans?

Others argue our emotions are what make us unique. It is what we feel what makes us different. Because if it is, then I myself must have been the animal. I myself must have been the beast.

I felt nothing. No resounding emotions filled me. Not even hate, anger, fury, and enjoyment. Pleasure only came from others misery. Perhaps I was the beast.

I had been called an animal for what I had done for so long, it was hard to remember when I actually truly felt as if I wasn't. Not that I cared. No- I paid no attention to such trivial things.

As I stared into the glass orb that floated in front of me, agitation set in. I was annoyed- and quite irritated. My plans had to be delayed. Apparently, as some of the psychics had told Cadmus, the Titan Raven had accidentally taken a strange potion they were analyzing. Three days had gone by, and she still hadn't woken up.

Accidental or not, she was delaying my plans. I clenched my right fist on the arm of my chair, as I looked intently into the misty images the glass projected. There, Raven lay in the small dark dungeon cell Cadmus had insisted she be put in, only because it was surrounded by mystical binding spells. After learning of her misfortune, I had been sent to break into the Titans Tower, and retrieve her sleeping vessel. Believe you me; it was NOT a simple task.

Along with my agitation, worry set in. What if perhaps she did not wake from her slumber? What if the binding ceremony could not take place on the night of the full moon? Raven had only four days left to awake, if she did not, we would have to wait for yet another full moon. Who knew if Trigon's presence would disappear then? 'Wake up damnit…' I thought annoyed, my eyes slanting into thin slits.

At that time, I knew not of why I was so worried, but dismissed it as my eagerness to obtain the power she possessed. I had no feelings for her at all; that sorceress was worthless to me. That was- of course, except for that remarkable magic.

But still- my emotions betrayed me. 'My God it's only temporary… It's not like she's dead…' I argued to myself, thinking that even if she were, it wouldn't matter to me at all.

Yet. It wasn't like she was dead….yet. Soon I knew that that would in fact be the case, as both Cadmus and I drained her of all of her powers. Soon I knew she would be dead.

At that moment, an indescribable feeling took hold of me, one I was strangely unfamiliar with. I could not identify it, nor could I suppress it. A warm tepid sensation went throughout my body as I watched the sleeping Raven, my eyes moving across her face feverishly.

'Wake up damnit…' I cursed, yet a second time. I wanted the power she held- I wanted what she kept hidden from all. But most of all, for some unknown reason, I wanted her to wake up…


The severed head that lay close to me on the cold worn-out granite floor was not disturbing, though bloody and deformed as it was. The eyelid of the left eye, half closed and badly bruised, was colored a deep dark purple, that of which reminded me of a black plum. The tissue, badly peeled and crusted with dried blood seemed almost un-life like. Strangely enough, it reminded me of a wax sculpture.

The right eye of the head however, was void of the face completely. Where it had once been, only a deep hole remained, the blood gushing out and pooling onto the floor. Yet still, I did not move away. The wound was fresh, I could tell that much, the smell of the rotting flesh in the room came not from the head, but from the body across from me on the other side of the dungeon.

Of course, I could only speculate that it was a dungeon at all, since my wakening was only recent.

Looking back at the head, I brought my hand to my face and pulled back my violet hair behind my ears. My stomach quaked; as yet another smell reached my nose: Burnt flesh. Apparently, a brand had been put upon the heads forehead, an eight-pointed star the result. It was mostly likely done before the man had died, a painful torture technique. I silently pitied the man.

Around me, dark damp walls were my surround, only broken by a small metal door with bars inside of a small window. My only light was provided by that small hole within that door, its white light barely illuminating the room. My mind was hazy, confused and disoriented.

How had I come here…? How had I been put here…? My only memories were that of my last waking moment, drinking the potion of dreamless slumber, trying to escape my own twisted nightmares. Had something gone wrong?

I searched my mind for possibilities, until finally, a startlingly frightening realization came to me: I had drank the wrong potion. But how? Hadn't I been certain?

My own grave mistake had cost me dearly, for now I awoke in a strange and unfamiliar place, bewildered and perplexed. How had I made such an error?

Wordlessly, I lifted my tired and worn body from the ground, and with great effort used my weak limbs to walk over to the door. With certainty, I knew I had to get out of there. Hopefully, I prayed a simple teleportation spell would do the trick. But even when I tried, I was blocked and thrown back to the ground. Violently, I hit the hard stone floor, my limbs in excruciating pain.

As I used what energy I had left, I rolled over and found myself face to face yet again with the severed head. Ironic as it was, I let out a held in sigh. Apparently, The whole cell was covered with strong spells that where meant to keep me in. Spells, that I in my current state was in no condition capable of breaking. Anger began to boil within me.

Though my body protested, I floated to the middle of the cell above the severed head with my legs folded and my eyes closed. I needed to relax, meditation would help me concentrate my energies so that I could heal myself, and eventually find a way out of that hellhole. Whatever or whomever wanted me to be kept in would not succeed, I was going to make sure of that.

But minutes later, I found myself opening my previously closed eyes to the sound of approaching footsteps, my senses alert. "Open the door guard, I wish to speak to the prisoner." I heard a deep dark voice say, with a slight rasp. It came from an older man, perhaps a sorcerer of some sorts. I could tell he used an enchanting spell upon the guard, one that was effortless to the mature mage.

With a near silent click, the key to the door was inserted, turned, and the previously locked entry was opened. In stepped a white-cloaked man, older just as I had expected, whose robes where covered in ancient golden lettering.

"You deserve not to wear the color of purity." I commented, as he stepped in and crossed his arms. Pure evil emitted from him, such that I had to restrain my self from the urge to vomit. His presence in the room to me was revolting, a constant reminder of the sin he was wholly made of.

"You have no place to say such things with such an authority that you do not have. It is wisest for a you Raven to keep your mouth shut- your days are numbered."

"You have no say in my days." I responded with a slightly acidic tone present in my voice. This comment however received a sharp slap to my face from the sorcerer. The embarrassment, shame, and sheer anger washed over me, as I brought my hand to my face. "Do…Not…Touch….Me…." I warned, my breath coming in rasps.

"I have every say on what happens to you Raven, though you may detest that fact, and I CAN touch you wherever I please." He said bringing his hand down to my thigh. Instantly I reacted, slapping it away and stepping back from him. But in an instant, despite my actions, he was there, pressing me against the wall with a force insurmountable. I struggled there against his grasp, my disgust present that he was even near me at all. How dare he even try to touch me…

But in that room, that cursed room, my powers were useless. I could not fight against him- my body was already weak. "You have been sleeping for three days Raven, your body is frail and needs food. Keep this up and you'll get none at all."

"Three days…." I whispered, as I stopped fighting against him. With a stunning comprehension, I realized it was not even his physical body that was holding me to that wall; it was his powers. For the last three days, I had been asleep; my body and powers unnourished. Obviously, I had taken the potion of three days rest- not the dreamless slumber potion.

I woke suddenly from my deep thought to the sorcerer bringing his mouth dangerously close to my neck. Repulsed, I tried to struggle free. "LET ME GO!" I screamed, suddenly fighting against him once more. That sick perverted bastard…the sorcerer tried to kiss me now on the lips, even as I struggled to get free. And when he did succeed, he continued to stick his tongue into my mouth. Revulsion took hold of my whole body, as I used all of my might to bite that disgusting tongue within my mouth.

The tissue within my mouth was warm, releasing from it an overpowering metallic iron-tasting liquid that swirled through the cracks of my teeth. Hot pulsations of this fiery liquid caused me to lurch, spitting both it, and the soft tissue onto the ground. There, covered in blood was a large pink piece of flesh that had once belonged to the sorcerer.

I didn't care then if I didn't receive food for the next two days. I wanted the smell and taste of him off of me, and I wanted him to be in pain.

A scream pierced the silence then, one so horrific that even I brought my hands to my ears. The old disgusting sorcerer was feet away from me, holding his hands to his mouth. Blood was dripping down his chin, as suddenly I realized, I had bitten his tongue half off….


Alone in that cell she sat, staring at that severed head. Next to it, half of Cadmus's tongue was present, a trophy of her rejection and recent battle she had won. How she smiled then, as she sat net to that pink piece of flesh. From what I had been told by the guards, Cadmus had tried kissing her.

'The stupid fool…' I muttered under my breath as I nodded to the guard in front of the door. I had warned the idiotic old man to keep his distance, but as usual, he heeded not my warning. The large metal door groaned as it was closed behind me, the result of its ages of use. Rusty and worn, a loud clang was heard as it finally closed.

She was sitting there upon the ground, that very cold granite floor, her hair a mess and her clothes wrinkled. Her cape, once so carefully placed, looked as though it had been pushed back from her body, showing that skintight leotard she wore so often. Her eyes caught mine, as I looked away at the floor. Once more, my eyes found the severed head.

"You have risked your own life by doing that Raven." I said nodding towards the tongue upon the floor. "Though amusing as it was to watch the man run through-out the halls screaming as his own blood pooled out- it was not a smart thing to do." I added.

"He went into my space, and violated me. My only regret is that I didn't bite the whole thing off." She answered, pulling her cape around her body. She must have caught my eyes looking at her legs, though subtle as the glance had been. Uncomfortably, she shifted on the floor.

To see her awake and finally not sleeping brought relief to me- though the worry had been quite senseless. I needed her only to be alive for the ceremony, so that I could drain her.

"If you had bitten it all off, you'd probably be dead now." I warned her, as I took a step closer. She slanted her eyes at this, defensive to the tee. But to her surprise, behind my back, I brought out a simple green potion, one so small the vile could have been mistaken for a pill capsule. "But we need you alive for the ceremony, so drink this," I announced as I held the vile out to her.

But in her shifty state, she moved not one finger to take the vile from my hand. "You know I'm not going to drink that." She said nodding towards the object in my hands. Undoubtedly she must have thought it was some sort of poison, though the thought couldn't have been more off.

"I can't kill you as of yet Raven- you need your strength for the ceremony of Mortize, in which we bind your body with that of your father Trigon. It will take much effort on your part, because in a sense, your repressed human side now will be killed- making you a full demon." My words brought no surprise to her eyes, though clouded as they were. That cool collected exterior stood unbroken, as that dark Raven sat in thought. Obviously, she had thought she had killed him.

A sigh escaped my lips. "Do what you wish." I let out, my agitated state still present. I bent down, and placed the vile upon the ground next to her, even as she moved away from the spot she had once been. She mistrusted me, and because of my earlier actions, I knew exactly why.

Walking away, my voice carried as I calmly told her what I knew she would not want to hear; "You have four days to live Raven- Use them well."


Author's Note:

Chapter 3 is up and Chapter 4 is slowly coming along, even though with two Chapters I received a grand total of about 30 reviews. I'm not complaining however, 30 reviews are better than none. At least I received one. I had not expected any at all. Perhaps I will continue this story after all.

You all are probably wondering what the hell was with Raven biting Cadmus's tongue, which is a logical question indeed. The answer is this; I HAD to make that happen. I just HAD to. I had this indescribable urge to amuse Slade and satisfy Raven's rage at the same time. Besides, Cadmus is a mage; he can heal himself there pretty quickly. As for his sudden lustful hopes with the younger half demon Raven- Well, you will learn later on in the story that that's just his character. He is kind of a sick bastard. Good thing this story is rated T.

Special Note: If your out in a forest, or even your back yard, I advise you to NOT roll in the three leafed unknown green shrubs that grow in the darkest part of the greenery. Poison ivy sucks man- It really does.

Ultra Special Note: I still wish I could be a pirate. And I'm still hopeful that I'll officially get accepted into the Scallywags United Association, just because I want to wear an eye patch. But I don't have a peg leg, or a parrot, so the board is reviewing my application once again. (Sigh)….Always a simple slave upon the ship of life….never a full-fledged pirate….

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-BitterSweetArtist14-