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With the final word of the incantation, the entire pentagram let loose a blast of golden light. Once the blinding glare faded to manageable levels, Raven looked into the glowing shape. She was shocked to see a figure within the pentagram. "It worked!" she shouted.

"Of course it worked. It would be rude of me not to let it work." replied a rather sarcastic voice.

"Huh?" Raven looked into the shining light, which had faded further, allowing her to clearly see the being within. It was a humanoid figure, 7 feet tall, seemingly made of pure, living gold. However, the awe-inspiring effect was somewhat ruined by the sunglasses, flip-flops, Hawaiian shirt, Jams, and rather silly sombrero. "Wait a second, you are the embodiment of the five magics?"

"Obviously. That wasn't a ritual for summoning fifteen pounds of shrimp cocktail you just used. What did you expect?"

Raven frowned, and explained, "I don't know, something impressive, like a pillar of energy, or some giant animal surrounded by flames..."

"or some non-Euclidean construct of tentacles, fleshy pads, and eyeballs that would give you an excuse to use the word 'eldritch'?" the being concluded. Raven nodded, and the festively clothed being sighed. "Every time I incarnate, I always get the same thing. 'I that you'd look weirder', 'I thought you'd have seventeen eyes', 'I thought yogurt would ooze from your pores.'"

"Did you make that last one up?" asked the skeptical half-demon.

"Sadly, no. Funny one, that guy. Spoke to cheese and got responses." The entity shook its head. "Anyway, that isn't important. I am indeed Pentagram, master and embodiment of the five magics. The fact that I was enjoying a snooze on a tropical beach doesn't change that. Now then: Where, when and why am I?"

"Uh, you're on Earth..."

The being sighed again, and removed the sunglasses. His eyes were golden as well. "My dear, there are more Earths out there than witty comments I have to make about them, and believe me, that's a lot. If you could please be more specific?"

Raven was stunned for a moment. First what looks like some tourist from the Bahamas comes in response to the ritual, and now he's saying there are almost infinite Earths? "Well, you're in Titans Tower, in Jump City, does that help?"

He tapped his lower lip in thought (A/N: Anyone else do that?) and said "Titans Tower, Titans Tower...hmm. Ah, yes! Quick question: which former sidekick with a mask, Batman's or Green Arrow's?"

"Uh, Batman."

"Good. World end yet?"

"Does it look like the world ended?"

"Don't be glib." he scolded, "Looks can be deceiving, especially when demons are involved."

Raven frowned. "Yes, the portal was opened. And don't treat me like a child."

"Fair enough. OK then, place and time established, so you would be..." his eyes flashed blue momentarily, "Raven, correct?"

"Yes." She paused "Wait, what were the eyes for?"

"Hmm? Oh, just a quick peek into your mind," he said nonchalantly.

"WHAT?" she exclaimed, and one of her bookshelves fell over, scattering ancient tomes across the floor. How had he bypassed her mental defenses so easily? "How dare you read my mind without my permission? Who do you think you are?"

Pentagram ignored her and examined the bookshelf. "Interesting, emotionally driven telekinetic powers, still somewhat beyond your control," He turned to look at her face, "Yet you are clearly of mortal lineage as well. You are a half-demon, correct?"

Once again, Raven was astonished. He recognized the origin of her powers? "How did you figure that out so fast?"

He waved his hand dismissively, as if determining Raven's ancestry less than five minutes after meeting her was something a child could do. "I've seen that sort of thing before. You tend to see everything eventually in my line of work. So, I'm guessing you want better control over your powers? Not being able to express emotion has to be quite irritating."

Raven was starting to get annoyed. Irritating? How dare this insolent being dismiss the very essence of her life like it was a muscle cramp? "Listen, I'll just dismiss you if you aren't going to take this seriously!"

"Hit the nail on the head, I see," he chuckled. "Okay, no need to get huffy about it. I'll have you set up in a jiffy." With that, he changed his garb into a long, flowing golden robe, pulled up the sleeves thereof, and pointed his open palms at her. They suddenly glowed with magical energy, and trails of white, blue and red began to stream outward and encircle Raven.

As the energy closed around her, however, a barrier suddenly appeared between the magical force and Raven. As the magic touched the barrier, it sent tendrils of black surging through the glowing field surrounding the half-demon. Recoiling from the sudden assault, the magic dissipated, evaporating into the air, and momentarily leaving behind several instances of a familiar symbol. Raven saw them as they evaporated. "The Mark of Scath!" she whispered, terrified that her father's symbol still lingered on her.

"Ow" muttered an annoyed Pentagram. "You could've mentioned Trigon was your father, that tends to make a difference in these things."

"What, didn't you see it in my mind?" Raven hissed. That massive intrusion of mental privacy still rankled her.

"Oh, let it go, will you?" He rolled his eyes. "I only saw your name and that of some guy named Garfield." Raven looked shocked. Pentagram continued, "What? The information was pretty much impossible to avoid, there was practically a shrine devoted to the schmendric."

"I see," she murmured, blushing a little. "So, what does my father have to do with giving me control?"

"Quite a bit, I'm afraid. Demons as powerful as Trigon are quite resistant to most magic. That tends to be passed down. Judging from the symbols that my magic left behind, both Trigon's genetics and will are preventing me from granting you control. I'll need to be fully incarnated to pierce his shield on you."

"Fully incarnated?" she asked, "But you're standing right here."

"Ah, but not all of me is. The strength of the offerings determines how much of my power and being are brought to the site of the ritual. More power, more me. To penetrate the barrier your father placed around you, I'll need to fully incarnate here, and there's only one way to do that."

"What is it?" She had to have control, otherwise...

"You'll need the Moxen."

"The what?"

He continued, "The Moxen are five exceptionally powerful jewels, solid magic, the source of each magic on a plane. In fact, you're wearing one."

"What?" Raven was shocked. She had a jewel of solid magic and never knew it?

"Yup, the gem on your chakra is none other than the Mox Ruby of Azarath. It is rather small, but then Azarath was never known for it's chaotic nature."

"So, I could use it to fully incarnate you?"

"Unforunately, no. The Moxen weaken greatly when removed from their home plane, and that particular gem is the lynchpin to what control you have now. Giving it up wouldn't help either of us. You'll need to use all five of Earth's Moxen in my summoning ritual, and then I'll be able to fully incarnate and I can help you."

Raven raised an eyebrow; "You could help me by bringing them here. I don't want to go on some clichéd quest if I can get some all-powerful entity to bring the stuff to me."

Pentagram smiled, "Very clever. I love it when people think, it's so rare. Unfortunately, that fiasco earlier drained most of the energy from the offerings you used. I don't have the power necessary to call the Moxen forth anymore, but I have good news."

"Let me guess," Raven deadpanned, "you just saved a bunch of money on your car insurance."

"Surprisingly, no." Pentagram smiled. "Geico doesn't give policies for vehicles in other dimensions. No, the good news is that I can tell you where the Moxen are." He held out his hand, and magic energy coalesced into his palm to form a rolled scroll, which he handed to Raven. "That scroll will show where each Mox is currently, and what it looks like. Once you retrieve a Mox, the location and appearance of the next one will appear on the scroll. Once you have all five, a pentagram and a more powerful incantation will appear on the back of the scroll. Perform the ritual, I'll show up, and everybody's happy. It already has the location of one revealed."

Raven opened the scroll. It was largely blank, but on the far left of the strange material there was something written in a strange opalescent ink, as well as a drawing of a teardrop-shaped gemstone. She recognized the language immediately. "This is..."

"Yes, Azarathi. Each entry will be in a different language, I just hope you're multilingual." Pentagram's image began to flicker, like a television with bad vertical hold. "Oh dear, I'm running out of energy. I have to go. Good luck. See you soon!" With that, he gave a peace sign and dissipated, transforming into millions of colored sparks that faded a second later. The summoning materials were all corroded, drained, or otherwise sapped of energy.

Raven realized she was kneeling, and stood up. She was ready. She would go forth and retrieve the jewels, then get her wish. And then...she blushed again, and something rattled ominously. It was time to begin her quest.

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Well, that's it for now. Don't worry, Raven isn't going it alone for this quest. I won't let her. Thanks to the forty-nine (or fewer) people who checked out my ficcy's triumphant return. See you next chapter! Now review, or Pentagram will slow-roast your liver.

Pentagram: I will, you know. He has me in a binding contract.

Thank you, Pentagram. Bye now!