'Italics' are thoughts

This Prison

Chapter Four

Slip of the Tongue

After the first minute of their kissing, the two lovers broke apart due to a red flashing light. This light was called the alert. It told them of any crimes going on in the city. Being the "Teen Titans", the city's well being rested on their hands. They sprinted down the stairs and out the door with the others.

I did not bother to see what the danger was. I did not care. I was too busy mulling over my thoughts. I knew I was in love with the lady Raven, but why? She was a mere child opposed to me…I was a thousand twenty-one years old (nineteen if you don't count the years in the book). She was only sixteen! On top of that, she was attempting to hide from her destiny and overthrow the great Trigon. I couldn't fall for her! She would never trust me, even if I were to confess my feelings for her. I had tricked her once with a romance; it was highly unlikely she'd fall for me again…

'Damned be this book!' I shouted in my mind…what you could call my mind…Why did I have to be imprisoned here? Why did that buffoon Rorek lock me away? Death would have been a gift- that is why. He wanted me to suffer, and my kind could not die. Not forever, anyway. We would be reincarnated or remain in the place of our domain with others such as ourselves.

For what seemed like hours, I pondered what to do over this little situation. Should I attempt courting her again, sincerely? 'Do not mix with a traitor like her…' Should I attempt to wreck her more than friendly relation with the 'Boy Wonder'? 'She'll burn you…' But could I be burned? In this state, I could not even protect myself…

My spells! Surly one could work. I had memorized and perfected at least a thousand spells in my early years. And, if I needed aid, I only had to read the pages of text at my finger tips…figuratively speaking, of course. But could I still cast spells in my state?

"Mercanata." I chanted (A/N: I made up the spells, okay!). To my surprise, my voice echoed through my chest. It seemed I could do this with spells. Intriguing. A small wave of emerald energy swirled about the trunk, dying down only once I muttered a counter-curse. "Casanata." The energy was sucked into the pages of my prison faster than a moth found a flame. And then came the challenging part: finding a spell. I found several lock-picking charms while scouring pages. I saved it in my mind for later use.

An hour passed. Then two. Then three. I barely noticed the inhabitants of the tower had arrived home. I scarcely paid them any mind until blinding light poured into my container. Gray fingers came down to retrieve my prison of a book. Their violet-eyed owner flipped to my illustration, eyes reading that of determination. Beside her sat an equally (if not more) determined boy. His masked eyes were narrowed and his mouth was turned in a slight frown.

"How are you seeing the tower?" Robin got straight to the point.

"So lady Raven told you, did she?"

"Whose mind have you entered?" Robin tried again, only to have a less conspicuous answer. It was now clear to the lovebirds I was toying with him.

"Whose mind have I not entered?"

"Stop answering questions with questions!" Raven spoke up.

"Very well, but only for your sake. This mortal does not deserve to know." I said menacingly. I cleared my throat and went on. "I have told you before- I do not know why I can see into your home. Perhaps it is a side affect of your powers mixed with ancient enchantments. And as for the empathy, I have entered all minds but your own, dear Raven."

"What have you seen?" Robin cut in, not being phased by the fact I'd read his thoughts.

"Lots of things, child. How the green-eyed girl flies about, flirting and dressing in rather revealing attire. I have seen the ebony-skinned one polish his armor and vehicle and play games on a screen of a sort. The green elf is similar; he joins in the games and I have seen ridiculous amounts of "Stank Ball" played over the years. I have witnessed you, Robin, wake up with unmentionable dreams of the women. I have seen you train. I have seen you talk to the one you call 'Batman' and heard you mention something about being adopted. Oh, and lady Raven, the elf did not take your toothbrush. That was the redhead's doing." I saw both of their mouths drop with each of their own information.

"I threw him down the stairs for that!" lady Raven said, exasperated. I let out a chuckle.

"A leg broken in two places, a concussion, and a rather severe case of whimpering." I rattled off, remembering Beast Boy's state of injury.

"What did you read from our minds?" Robin plowed on.

"The elf is constantly thinking of something called 'tofu' or a girl named Terra. In my visions, I have only seen him as a small child attempting to control his abilities. The redhead is frequently thinking of her home and of Robin. She has had vivid wedding scenes play out in her mind…" Robin visibly shuttered with further thought of my words. "The armored man is always going on about meat or waffles or yams. I would rather not speak of the visions in his head. They are quite gory. And you, Robin…"

Robin stared on. If looks were capable of killing someone, I was a dead book. Raven switched her position on pure nerve.

"You are worried about being the best. You rarely think of yourself. Quite noble, you are. But you are cocky and rude when it comes to courting. I-"

"Courting?" Robin was at a loss of understanding.

"Asking girls out." Raven supplied.

"I believe you to be rather…disrespectful to kiss someone while they aren't looking."

"Don't talk to me about disrespect! You tricked Raven and broke her heart!" Robin said loudly.

"Very well." I paused and looked at Raven. It was a pointless gesture, as my eyes did not move. "Lady Raven, I am deeply sorry for seducing you. I hope you will accept my apology, though the wounds might never heal." Surprised violet eyes stared at me. Robin's pierced through my pages with intense anger. 'What the hell is wrong with this book?' Robin thought.

"I do not understand your question, boy." I said to him tauntingly.

"Don't do that!" he growled.

"Malchior." I turned my attention to the dark girl who was staring at me. Her eyes seemed to bore into me; it seemed she could read my very soul. "What did you mean by referring to Robin as "mortal"?"

"I do not understand your question, fair maiden."

"You said "This mortal does not deserve to know." You're acting as if you are immortal yourself."

"Alright." I replied.

"Are you?"

"I'm like you, lady Raven. I am half mortal. The other half is demon."

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