Lighting a cigarette in the cold night, cynical blue eyes study the crime scene before them. Lifting the police tape, they walk in. Yeah, this place was charred badly.

Heaven's Cafe.

News reporters still around trying to get more on what happened here a couple of hours ago. Such dogs, wanting a wet bone. They scuff. Of course they would be feed their treat on false information. Then again maybe false information is a good thing, Lord knows they couldn't handle the actual truth behind these fire. For one, it wasn't a stove left on or a gas leak. But those where the words used, by the police and reporters. Making their way into the charred building, being careful with each step. They stop in the center and could feel it. They could see what happened.

The truth.

Holding out a hand, a yellow magical ruin appears before them. Briefly waving their hand, they see the scene before them. It was in the afternoon, they where sitting right there, across from their green male friend. Both of them clearly not human appearance. The other body had long white wild hair. Strange black markings along their body, even though their clothes did conceal some of it. Their violet eyes, they knew those eyes anywhere. She had inherited her mother's eyes. Yes, she was the source. They could feel their parentage radiating off of them. Their demonic parentage, leaked and oozed out. And this girl didn't even know it.

Watching her talking to her friend, when this interference came. Something took possession of her, the change in her eyes conformed it. Whatever it was, caused her to implode and unleash black of Hell, just as another comes through a portal to stop her. Trying to stop her, to be hit with the blast of fire point blank range. After that everything around burst into flames.

These flames that held darkness in them, and power the tormented and vile. The flames of Hell itself. Their blue eyes could see the souls of dead, screaming and being unleashed. Their malicious hunger being fed, by all around the. It was shocking as it was amazing. The hollows of the screams, screeched everywhere. Of course those with normal eyes could not see this nor many others. But they could. That wasn't all they noticed.

They noticed this girl was feeding off those around her. Like a vampire of some sort. She seem to be doing it unconsciously, he watched the energy of others fill her. She didn't seem to notice. Looking deeper, studying what he saw before their eyes. Taking a few smokes. Stop the scene before them, the girl in the center of her flames. Walking closer they see upon her forehead, what was caused her to erupt the flames.

An enchantment. Twisting her mind and no doubt soul, to see what they wanted them too. They couldn't help but to pity her, while at the same time hold to obligation. It was her they sensed, that unbalance. It was sad, so young and already tainted by her linage. Knowing well the limited amount of time they had before all of this went down.

Dismissing the scene before them, back to charred cafe, they take a closer look around. Finding some burnt menus and broken cups. Outlines of bodies. Heading behind the counter. Nothing really. Nothing so far. Reaching to the kitchen, heavily damaged and melted. To some extent. They walk down the aisle with the food. Stopping in front of one of the shelves. Reaching up, they take out a dark red cylinder canister of tea. Nearly destroyed but still could somewhat read the label. Opening the lid, to quickly close it. From the gagging smell. Wishing they didn't have to come across this substance, for its strong potency. Never would they imagine to find this in a centuries. This stuff was to be band or at least solid on the magical black market. How it made its way to humans, was shocking.

They went to such great length to get this, opening the top again. Holding back their gag reflexes, pour a bit out into the palm of their hand. Grounded up into powder, quite cleaver and disusing the name too. Yes, this would really have a huge effect upon certain...people. There was no telling how much, she had of this. How much was in her system already. For them to do this to their own. It was sick. Then again, not surprised really. As holy as they would seem, they where just as dark. If not worse. Thinking they would not tangle with them again, was not going to happen. Clearly the seal wasn't strong enough. Or they just found other means.

It didn't matter, all that mattered right now was the end game. Tucking the canister in their trench coat, finishing up their cigarette. Hearing others coming, they slip out in the back, stopping noticing a white feather in the ally. Picking it up, looking around. This wasn't good. Tucking the feather away, they form their ruin.

"Find me, find me the girl." An image of Violet Grayson came up.

"Raven?"you call to her, looking up from your book. Across at her. Her eyes glance up from her reading to you. Giving you her attention.

"Yes?"

Turning the book around to show her what it was you where reading. Pointing to it, she looks at it."Right here. What Azar put, about control. I know its important. I just would like to know how banishing evil works?"

"...It works when one doesn't give into it. I've told you this before."she sounded rather annoyed, but you knew she wasn't."The books on which Azar wrote that was able to recover. Help to find peace in ourselves. You know well enough, what it's about. What is really on your mind?"

She saw through you again."It's just well...These teachings..."you sit back and look at the reading.

Sensing your uncertainty."Violet, these teachings and lessons I am giving you are beneficial for us both. We can't afford to really have doubt. If you are wondering about your progress you're doing rather well."

"Thank you, but that's not it."you confess."What I mean is...though these teachings are about peace and sincerity. I feel, that I cannot connect to them. You know my soul is forever to be plagued with-"

"What are you saying?"She was confused from your words.

"...What if...What if well..."

Setting her book down, giving her full attention now. Sensing disturbance within you."What's been plaguing you?"Quickly you put the book up covering your face. But she uses her power and removes it, giving you a rather stern and serious glare."What is it? What's been bothering you?"

Twiddling with your fingers, messaging your temples."I'm not quite sure, what it is...I can feel something inside me..creeping and festering inside. Screaming to be let out. I mediate and keep my mind clear. But...it doesn't seem to be working. I do my best to suppress, but it keeps fighting back."

"That's normal."she tells you."It's Trigon trying to influence you. Though he is imprisoned in the gem. His essence still flows through us and at any given moment. He use us to set him free. Don't worry, I went through the same thing. Back on Azarath I could feel his essence in me. Back then I didn't know what it was. Until well...you know. I called upon it, to see him. Even now his essence is trying to claim me. It is screaming at you, to weaken you. But we must not let it. We must be stronger and better than him. You will get there soon."She holds out her hands."Give me your hands."

You do as she says, she sits down in front of you crisscross."Close your eyes."She tells you, you do."Clear your mind and relax."You grip her hands a bit."By the power of Azar, I beseech the dwelling of evil. Connect the our souls together and banish the darkness. Give us strength to preserver above the essence of Trigon."She then says something else in another language you couldn't understand. And after that she was done."There. How do you feel?"

Looking and feeling yourself, you felt a bit better."Better."You smile relieved."Thank you."She gives you a small nod and smile.

"Good. Now then, let's get back to studying. Because we will be instrumenting this in your training."She gives you back your book."

It was all on the news, broadcast across no doubt the nation. People in fear and panic you could feel it spiking like crazy no matter what you did. Your body absorbed it like a sponge. Feeling their hate and skepticism. With their flamed negative emotions came insight on their true motives. But what was worse and followed you back to the Tower, haunting you like Death. The souls of those who lost their lives. Their unrest souls, lost and screaming in pain for their unfair death. Pulling at you, it was horrible. Feeling their presence and wicked thoughts clawing at you, for the sin you committed. You never meant to take their lives, you didn't mean too. You thought he was coming...you thought Trigon was there. You saw him. You where back in Hell again. He nearly had you in grasp. Everyone thing around you, part of his domain.

Launching out to you, trying to drag you down. You didn't want to go back. Not to that soulless place. Fear overtook you, it gripped you. And now guilt took hold. It held you tightly, forcing you to see what you did. What you did, to everyone and most importantly.

Raven.

She took the blast full force, luckily she managed to just barely shield herself, with her soul self. Before sending it to you. Bringing you back to your senses. But, by that time it was all too late. It was already done. Your eyes saw their souls and all you had done. Rattled and horrified, with the last of her strength. Raven had her soul self teleport, herself, you and Gar out of there. Making it back to the Tower. Raven was quickly whisked away to the Emergency Room. You didn't know how to wrap your mind around this. What to say about it. Starfire wanted answers on what happened. But you where a state of shock. That you just didn't know what to say. Gar had to fill her in.

Everything you broke, never would you have attacked Raven like that. Never did you want to her hurt her, that was far from it. You wanted to protect her, for it to back fire. Lost and ashamed, you retreat to your room away from everyone. Locking yourself in, afraid of you might do to them. Though not before going to Raven's and forming an enchanted circle around preventing anyone from entering. You could feel it, your powers something wasn't right. Richie nearly transformed so you put him out of your room too. Keeping to yourself, secluded. The flames, the flames wanted to come out. With your mind frazzled like this, you could barely keep them under control. Thankful for the circle, that kept them at bay. This was what you where trying to tell Raven. This was it right here, you knew it. You could feel it. And looked what happen. Feeling yourself slipping away, you cry tears of hate and fear.

You hated yourself, you tired to find the goodness inside. But there was clearly none. None when you nothing but darkness was all you felt. All this was just too much, Raven had years of training to understand her powers and live in a way, peace with them. Control them. While you on the other hand didn't. Sure the two of you shared the same paternal parentage, but not the maternal. Which was where the gap was. How could the two of you share the same powers? Abilities? What she was teaching you, wasn't even working. You tired so hard, but in the end it was all for nothing. She didn't understand this sensation building up inside of you. She didn't have absorb and feed upon the negative emotions and their souls like you. Making a true demon on this Earthy plane. Looking at your hands, the hands of Trigon. Though he was locked up, you could feel yourself doing his bidding regardless.

Why didn't you leave? You had a chance to leave the team, but chose to stay. Now thinking about it, you regret that choice. Your tears begin to burn with heated anger and confusion. The screaming souls of murders swarmed you. Crushing you in a sea of damnation. Barely able to breath. You try to search for something, anything to bring you out. Desperately trying. There was nothing around. No one around. Like before, years ago on that cold dark night. Your infant cries pierced the cold Winter night sky. No one came. Left in the darkness.

Just like now. This world was evil and cruel as it was to you, years ago. Yes, you remember well. That night. The chill of the cold winds. Silence of the night. Cold blanket of solace. The welcoming of Death. Your lungs and throat cried and screamed.

Just like your soul now. So diverged and submerged in somber thoughts, that you didn't hear someone knocking on your door. Their voice faded away, it didn't exist.

Jaime kept knocking and calling for you. But there wasn't a response. He knew no doubt how scared you felt right now and horrible. When Gar came bursting in with Raven in his arms. Seeing the condition she was in was bad. Luckily she had her healing. Though when he saw you just standing there petrified. There was literally no words that could describe the fear and frighten look in your eyes. The shame and hate too. He had tired to go after you, but you ran away. He tired to follow, to be blocked by a wall of flames produced by you. So he decided to give you space and see on his teammate.

With that taken care of, he came back to check up on you. But you hadn't respond to him. His knocking soon turned into a light banging. He tired to get the door open to find, you had melted the it shut. Clearly you where determine to yourself inside and away. There was another option. Busting down the door. Which his scrab was about to react too, but he stops them.

"Violet! Violet, it's alright. It's okay. No one's upset at with you."he tries to reach you, but received nothing. "Violet. Come on let me in. If you worried about Raven, she's doing better. Her healing kicked in so, she's alright. Cyborg said she's doing better. So come on...come out."

Still nothing. Except for a chirping from Richie. Who was outside, looking at the little robin, he noticed something. It was in pain, watching it fall over. Flopping back and forth. Now he begin to worry. Richie started to transition between his normal size to enlarging parts of himself. Now banging on the door.

"Violet! Violet! What's going on!?"he demands. Richie's chirps became louder and louder. It sounded like something was trying to suffocate it. The poor little thing, its little body contorting. Still pounding on door, having enough. He evokes his armor and throws a punch. Breaking the door down, to be blasted back by your flames. Slamming him into the wall. Luckily he shielded himself.

The fire alarms and emergency alarms went off. Quickly he gets up and rushes into your now charred and nearly destroyed room. With a gaping hole now there. The edges still lingered with your flames. He runs to the edge, looking around frantically.

He didn't see any sign of his distraught teammate in the night sky."Violet! VIOLET!"


In the Batcave, Alfred came in carrying a tray of warm tea and some sweet crackers. Along with a sandwich. Setting it down by the Bat computer."Here you are, Master Damian."he hands the tea and sandwich to the focused boy.

"Thank Pennyworth."Damian said, reaching for the tea without looking away from the images on the computer. In one of the windows, was the small sample he had found from training a few days back. Still waiting for the analysis to finish. While matching the words he remembered escaping Violet's mouth when she was possessed. It was no doubt of ancient tongue. Some of the words though did sound familiar. That wasn't all he had, he images of the strange designs he collected from in his mind "investigating". Slipping into her room, for his own reasoning. Coming across these strange symbols/designs. In her opened book. She had sketched them, it was rather odd. When he flipped through the pages. After what happened, he went back to them and felt there was sort of connection between them and this piece he found.

He had left to come back to the manor. To do his own investigation. His intuition kept telling him, something wasn't right. Noticing the troubled and tired look in Violet's eyes. Despite her trying to hide it. A few times he slipped into her room, for "research" purpose to conform this. Seeing her toss and turn in her sleep, vexed by something. Sweating and cringing. Speaking in unknown language.

From what he remembered, back when the two of them spend time at the monastery. Violet never tossed in her sleep, like she did now. Nor did she speak in another language. He would know, they shared the same room and bed. If she had trouble sleeping, she would grip the covers and ball herself up tightly. It was rather annoying, she would take the covers. But he would always know how to ease it, which would require him to wake up and turn her around. To where she was facing him, he would bring her close to him. And hold her tight enough, till it stopped. It always worked.

Now, though he couldn't do that. With the two of them in separate rooms. Even when he slipped into her room, seeing her plagued by her dreams. He couldn't do anything really. If he wanted to risk getting caught. All he could do was just watch.

"Any luck Master Damian?"Alfred asked. Looking up at the screen.

"No nothing. This search is proving to be...quite formidable than I thought."Damian said calmly, to try and hide his impatience and frustration. Pinching his temples. Alfred looks to him. He could see the troubled frustration and deep concern. Even if the young one didn't want to admit it.

It was clear to the old man, Damian's previous relationship with Violet had changed. From when they first met to now. The two of them the on either side of the same coin. Smiling to him, when a call in. Just as the analysis finished.

It was from the Titans. Damian answers it rather reluctant and annoyed."Yes? What is it?"

"Robin, you need to come back NOW!"It was Starfire. Hearing the urgency in her voice. Something wasn't right."And PLEASE bring Batman."

"Why? What's wrong?"Damian question. She wasn't telling him something."Starfire!? What is it?!"

There was silence for a couple of seconds."It's Violet. She's gone."


Elsewhere, observing through their crystal sphere at the frantic and confused girl. Who had fled her home, flying alone with her flamed wings. Into the couldn't help but smile. Waving their hands over the sphere, wickedly.

"This easier than I thought."They said with a sinister smile."Come child. Come child of Belladonna."