Hello everyone. I got a second installment for you, I hope you like it.

But before you read though I would just like to inform you that there is a little poll at the end of this chapter.

I really can't wait to see who you all pick! Anyways, enjoy.

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"What are you doing?" a soft squeaky voice asks from a little ways away.

"What I do all the time. Nothing." I turned my head to look at my only companion from my laying position on the rocks.

"What are you doing?" I ask, she shrugs her little shoulders and pushes the dark curly tresses from her round chubby face.

"I'm bored." I scoff at her childish response. But could I blame her? There wasn't anything to do in this desolate world, where it was just the two of us.

"Why don't you go look for something to do?" I ask as I close my eyes. She let out an exaggerated moan as she stomped the remaining distance towards me and plops down near my head.

"There is nothing to do. You already know that!"

"Alright sorry, but I don't know why you're yelling at me,"

"Cause it's your fault!" my eyes shoot open as I look up at her angry face that's glaring down at me. Big cheeks red and blotchy.

"You don't mean that." there's hurt evident in my voice as I pull myself up in a sitting position in front of her.

"Yes I do. It's your fault we're here!"

"... You'd be here still if I wasn't here anyway. But you'd be alone."

"No. I wouldn't be here in the first place if it wasn't for you!"

"... I don't-"

"And you're not even fun to have around. You never play with me." I admit I probably shouldn't have gotten so mad. But when you hear something like that from the only person that you've been around, it kind of hurts. Even if it's coming from a little girl, who I should have more patience for. Considering our situation.

"Oh I'm sorry princess. Did you wanna play dress-up, or how bout hide and seek? Go hide behind some brimstone over there, just make sure you stay away from the fucking river of molten lava. Wouldn't want you falling in!"

"You don't care what happens to me! You never did! Nobody cared when I was out there, and you don't care now that I'm in here!" the anger vanishes from the both of us as her cat shaped eyes fill with tears.

"That's not true." my voice is quiet, almost a whisper.

"Yes it is. You don't even want to talk to me, when I'm the only one here. You don't want to be around me." she was rubbing hard into her eyes, probably upset with herself for crying. Me even more upset with myself for making her this way.

We were the only ones here. Stuck in this fiery world that held so many confusing and painful memories for me. And her aswell. Although she had these memories only through me. Being too young to have lived through them herself.

But she holds all of them nevertheless. All of my past, my mistakes, my choices. Her choices.

When I first saw her in this world, all alone until me, I was flooded with so much regret and pity. Not for myself, but for her. She didn't deserve to be in here, not like I did. She was too young, too bright. But never pure, we never had the chance to be.

The only wrong doing that held tight to her soul was the making of someone else. Hers, mine. Our making. Our creation.

I didn't want to interact with her, I could barely look at her. But when she caught sight of me, her big cat like eyes so bright and sad. It was always the way my eyes were, before.

I took her into my arms the moment I said her name. My name.

I don't know how long I've been here, there was never any sun to tell the passing hours. Days, weeks. Maybe months, I wasn't sure anymore. It's not like it mattered anyway.

She spoke most of the time, telling stories and asking questions. I tried my best to avoid answering them. The bad ones anyway. The ones I didn't like talking about.

But there were times that she got a few out of me. Like just recently, she got an answer to something I really didn't want to divulge back on. Which led me to taking some time away from her.

I know she didn't mean any harm, she never could. But those damn memories! I didn't want them, I couldn't have them. Especially not down here.

But as I looked down at her reddened face and watery eyes, I felt ashamed. They weren't just with me anymore. The fucking memories. And I was all she had, and she me.

"I'm the only one here too." Moving so I was kneeling directly in front of her, I held her small wet face in my hands. Holding back my own tears and tremors.

"I'm sorry Lula." I say softly, she sniffles and and brings her arms around me as she locks her fingers together behind my back. Burrowing her face in my chest I hear her muffled words as I bring my arms around her shoulders. Squeezing her tight.

"I'm sorry too Lula."

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Me and little Lou were sleeping when it happened. It was a sudden climate change. I could feel it in my bones. The air surrounding us turned into a sudden cold.

Like a huge gust of wind blew out all the warmth from our fire world.

I woke up first, but little Lou quickly followed. Something odd was happening, but I wasn't too concerned until she stood up, dragging me along as she climbed down the rocks.

"What are you doing Lula?" she turned to me as she continued on through the red landscape.

"You don't hear it? Come on, hurry! It's coming from over there." I couldn't hear anything, but she seemed so certain, I followed along right behind her.

We reached the bottom of the Red Fire Obsidian Mountain. The insidious summit with its rigid, hooked peak, easily being the biggest terrain on this plain. She kneeled down placing her hands on the jagged glass-rock. I went down besides her, watching her face closely.

"What do you hear Lou?" she stood quiet for a moment, staring deep into the reddish black stones, with her voice low she said what I was really hoping she wouldn't

"Voices."

"Voices?" My voice full of weary. "Lou, what did I say about that." she wasn't paying any attention to me as she tried moving the rocks around. "We never listen to the voices Lula!"

My voice became loud and urgent, but she carried on moving the rocks.

"These aren't those voices Lou. They aren't from my head, they're out here. I think from in there, they're new." she tried convincing me as she continued to move the rocks.

"New." I repeated quietly. She lifted a large rock from the bottom of the mountain, and I heard it. Voices I don't think I recognized. Muffled, like they were coming through water.

"I hear it!" With my affirmation little Lou started working faster, and I began pulling rocks from the mountain as well.

The more rocks we removed from this area the louder the voices became, but no more clear. It got to a point when the voices became loud as thunder, making me cringe and falter in removing the rocks.

But little Lou didn't seem to be bothered at all, as she seemed to only work harder. Before she stopped altogether.

She turned to me, trying to get my hands away from my ears as she spoke.

"Look Lula." turning from her I turned to the mountain. There was one big rock that was under all the stones we've already moved. And the sound seemed to be coming from directly behind it.

"Help me move it." we both grabbed on to the sizable piece of glass-stone and started to pull.

Even with our combined efforts, getting the blasted thing to give just a little was difficult. We started rocking it back and forth, then putting my back to the jagged mountain I pushed forward.

The rock gave a dusty crack, then rolled down the rest of the way, leaving in its wake a cloud of obsidian dust.

When the shiny particles disappeared, where the rock once laid, was a deep and small tunnel. Just big enough to crawl through. The air was much colder in there, where whistled winds blew through, carrying the voices with it.

They weren't thunderous anymore, they became echoed and slightly more clear. I was transfixed on the deep dark tunnel, that I barely had time to notice little Lou going in.

"Lou what are you doing!? Get out of there right now!" she stopped her crawling to look back at me.

"Come on Lou, we're supposed to go down it."

"How do you know that!" my voice cracking considerably.

"My body is telling me it's okay."

"We don't listen to that stuff, you know we're not supposed to! Bad things happen when we do." my voice was laced with hysteria, staying at the mouth of the tunnel trying to get her to come out.

She stopped her crawling again, but this time turned around so she was on her hands and knees facing me.

"It's different this time, I can feel it. I know you're scared Lula, but I know it's gonna be okay. You have to come with me."

I was crying now, there was no hiding it, because she was right. I was scared. More terrified than I've been in a very long time. All my life my gut feelings and intuition never brought me anything but pain. Why would this time be any different.

"I… I can't. I can't Lou. Please come back out. Please." I shook my head fiercely as she crawled closer to me, but not the full way.

"You don't have to be afraid." she lifted her little hand out towards me. "I'll be here the whole time. We'll do it together, okay?" it saddened me. That she was the one trying to comfort me when I didn't deserve it.

The moments felt like hours. Trying to fight myself was always so hard, and I was tired. So I took her hand, she squeezed it once, then started in front of me. I followed right behind her. Staying close.

The voices were becoming more and more clear, but the clearer they sounded, the harder it became for me to breath. My heart pounding in my chest and in my ears. And all the while, the next breath came with more difficulty.

Like I've been swimming toward the surface for days, and the closer I got, the more I realized I had no more air left to make it.

"I can't do it. I won't make it Lou!"

"You're almost there Lula, come on." the harder it got for me to take in air is when I just let myself be guided by Lula's voice. The sound was a small and solitary comfort.

I think she could feel that, that I needed her to keep speaking just to keep up.

"So many times out there, I've watched a happy pair, of lovers walking in the night." my hyperventilating became heavier, my cries faster. Her little singing voice pushing me forward.

"They had a kind of glow around them, it almost looked like Heavens light."

"I knew I'd never know, that warm and loving glow, though I might wish with all my might."

"No face as hideous as my face, was ever meant for heaven's light. But suddenly an angel has smiled at me, and kissed my cheek without a trace of fright."

"I dare to dream that she, might even care for me, and as I ring these bells tonight"

"My cold dark tower seems so bright, I swear it must be Heaven's light."

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Rick was rooted to the floor. Watching as the demon took in long gasping breaths. Chest heaving deeply, like she was unable to take a breath for all this time. Until now.

Her heaving stopped suddenly. Like she realized something. And all was silent again, until it wasn't.

She started mumbling incoherently, things neither man could understand. A deep, blunt sounding dialect that came out of her lips in a slow, melting pace.

Flagg didn't like the way the sound of the language made him feel. Tired and unguarded. It was an uneasy feeling for him, and he wanted to shut her up.

"Hey, none of that now." for the first time since her reanimation she seemed aware of her surroundings as she looked directly at him from the top of the table.

He held his firearm a step below aiming. Making sure to be ready if the demon tried anything. But all she seemed to be doing was staring at him. Then she slowly started to lift herself from the pod.

"Don't do anything stupid. Alright?" now standing upright she started speaking in the deep language again, keeping her sight on Flagg.

"Miss Haven." her head glitched to the left, sharp yellow eyes engulfing the doctor that spoke.

Her four eyes didn't lose a shred of edge, but her stare turned to one of curios recognition.

"...Strange." the voice that came out now had a softer, smoother sound. And Strange seemed very excited for the turn of events.

"Yes darling, do you remember me?" he began walking closer when she stopped him in his tracks with a carnal hiss, revealing all of her teeth. Rick was able to see that her top canines were quite large and sharp as well, but nowhere near as long as her lower ones.

Strange lifted his arms in surrender, showing her he meant no harm as he tried to soothe and calm her.

"There there, it's alright. You are feeling confused, and disoriented from being under for so long. It'll pass my child."

"I'm not your child!" she shouted in anger and hysteria. Strange stopped directly behind Flagg. At her outburst, slightly frightened to go to her.

"It is only a figure of speech,"

"I'm no one's child." she interrupted again, quietly this time, as if only speaking to herself. A look of pain on her red face.

"Oh, darling-" feeling the situation leaving his control, Rick tried getting its attention back to him and the situation at hand.

"Hey, hey!" she turned all four eyes to him in a curious way. Waiting for him to speak again. "We're all just gonna take a step back, okay. Don't move from there."

She made no affirmative response to his command, but she didn't move a muscle as he unstrapped a tablet from his gear. Fiddling with it for a moment before he turned it, screen to her.

Her head tipped to the side like a curious animal as she stared at the black screen. It was a strange predicament for Flagg but before he could think more into it the tablet's screen lit up as it showed Amanda's stern face.

The light curiosity that previously resided on the demon's face was quickly replaced by her baring her teeth in a savage hiss as she stepped back from the electronic device.

"Hey! Take it down!" Rick raised his gun up ready to unload when he was interrupted by Waller's voice coming from the tablet.

"Stand down Colonel." as he reluctantly holstered his gun Flagg made sure to keep his guard sharp.

"Hello Miss Haven, it's been some time."

"How much time?" she was no longer in defence mode but she clearly wasn't happy with her unwanted visitor. Even if she wasn't really directly in front of her.

"A little over 14 months." it was Strange that gave her the answer, though he quickly regretted letting himself be known to Waller.

"Thank you Doctor for your assistance. Now if you could excuse us."

"Uh, yes. Of course. I'll just be at the top of the lift when you all are finished." Flagg and Waller didn't pay him an extra glance but with a quick look and nod from the half demon, Strange left the three with a small grin.

"Why am I awake?" the demon asked with obvious distaste, Waller cleared her throat as she responded.

"Straight to businesses, like always Miss Haven. You are awake to pay for your previous and rather extensive crimes on humanity."

"What are you talking about?" her multiple eyes furrowed in confusion.

"A mission Miss Haven, that you are being assigned to."

"No, that wasn't apart of the deal. I give myself over, you keep me under. There was no extensions. No loopholes."

"Well I made one. And you will go along and complete this mission. And we both understand why you will." there was a drawn out silence as Rick looked down at the demon whose face was a mixture of defeat and agony.

"She's not like me. She's on your side."

"And that'll just make it easier for me to hold her under suspicion of terrorism. Like a fish in a barrel. No fight, she'd probably come straight to me."

The demon let out an aggressive snarl as she cursed in her demon language.

"What do you want from me?" the submission clear in her voice, disdain on her face.

"Meet Colonel Rick Flagg." her eyes went up to meet his, they held the stare for a short moment before she turned back to Waller.

"He is leading this mission into Midway City. You will obey his commands like they come from God himself, and you will stick to his side throughout the entirety of this mission. Disobey any of these rules and it's lockup time, for you and your sister."

"That's it?" the suspicion was hard to hide.

"I assume it would be unnecessary for me to explain the severity of your consequences if you should try to run." the demon's response was a grim nod.

"Good. Good luck to you Miss Haven, I surely hope you don't make anymore mistakes." the tablet went blank with Waller's goodbye.

Talulah stared at the dark screen for a moment even after Flagg held it down at his side she didn't look away from where it was. Right at eye level with Rick's abdomen.

Four eyes boring into his stomach. It was only when she slowly closed her eyes that Rick felt inclined to break whatever trance she was in.

"Hey." her yellow eyes snapped open and up to him. "We're moving out."

He didn't wait for a response as Flagg made his way to the lift. She walked in just behind him.

It was a long way up. When Rick noticed that his assumptions about her height were spot on. She couldn't be taller than 5'3, which just made her hair that reached her lower thighs seem that much more ridiculously long.

But now that his attention was on that, Rick realized that she was nearly naked standing next to him. Two white pieces of cloth, one that wrapped around her chest, the other that hugged her lower regions, barley ending at the tops of her thighs.

Just when the ride up seemed never ending the lift came to a jolted stop, once opened revealing Dr. Strange.

Rick walked past Strange, to one of his men as he handed him the tablet and started going over the flight plan.

"How are you feeling Talulah?" Strange asked with a look of mild concern, pulling her off to the side and out of the way of any military personnel.

"Like I want to go back to sleep." frowning Strange shook his head, placing a hand to the back of her shoulder slowly leading her passed all the guards

"Well perhaps a hot shower will liven you up. Hm? Make you feel better?"

"Where the hell are you goin'?" Rick only noticed that Strange was leading the demon somewhere when he checked to see if she was up to anything, to find her not where he left her.

"I am taking Miss Haven to the facility showers."

"The hell you are. We need to be in the air as soon as possible. I ain't waitin' for her to condition her goddamn hair."

"Well I'm sorry to inform you that you, indeed must wait. Not only has she not bathed in 15 months, but the warm water is mandatory for the reanimation process." Flagg seemed about ready to argue.

"I'm afraid there is no other way Colonel. She may not recover to her full self otherwise." Rick's jaw ticked in annoyance.

"You get 5 minutes Strange. If she ain't done by then, I'ma drag her back out here by her goddamn horns."

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Talulah stood under the steaming water of the prison showers, staring into the murky tiled wall in front of her. She couldn't hear her younger self anymore.

The moment she got to the end of the tunnel, she was gone. Leaving her alone with the rest of the voices in her soul. Alone, and awake in a world that couldn't protect her, or protect itself from her.

But she hoped it didn't matter. If she did what they wanted she'd be able to go back to sleep again. And if God held any mercy, she'd be alone this time.

That place wasn't meant for anybody else, but her. Her own personal Hell.

The liquid soap Dr. Strange gave her was bubble gum pink, the oppressive scent assaulted her sensitive nose. She didn't want to put it anywhere near her body, but she didn't want to have to smell the lingering scent of her sleeping serum.

The smell still hung in her hair, and the taste still in her mouth. It was bitter and mechanical, extremely processed and artificial. So she scrubbed hard with the obnoxious pink fragrance until there wasn't a trace left.

She felt the change when she was rubbing the soap on the top of her head. The quick sweeping shift that went through her signifying the physical reconstruction. Rather not having to deal with her horns she welcomed the shift. She rinsed quickly and used multiple of the small towels to wring out her now dark hair.

Using the one that was left to pat down her body when there was a small knock at the door. She knew it wasn't the soldier, he probably would have kicked down the door if he wanted her out already.

Keeping the door as her barrier, Tallulah cracked it open to see Dr. Strange smiling at her. A look of surprise at her recovered form.

"Feeling better?" nodding her head she tried for a small grin that seemed to work for him.

"Excellent. I have these for you." he handed her a folded bundle. "I had them washed when we first received you. Now if you'll hurry along. I have some food waiting for you."

"Thank you Doctor." he grinned at her once more and inclined his head.

"Anything for you my dear." she nodded once more before closing the door behind her and unfolding the fabrics.

It was the clothing she was arrested in, her familiar clothing. Binding, black pants that allowed her fast movements, cinched at her hips with a belt. Black, stretch, sleeveless top that hugged around her neck and ended a few inches below her bust.

There were holes and slits running up and down her pants, not of her own volition. And getting new ones was always pointless. Every time she changed her skin, the runes that lay upon the red surface would burn through whatever covered it.

Lace-up steel toed boots and knee guards were her only add-ons. She never cared to wear too much, the only thing missing was her wide brimmed hooded jacket that she hadn't seen in years. And she refused to replace it with a new one.

She didn't need the cover and she wasn't hiding anymore. The memories attached to her missing coat attempted to flood her as she changed into her clothing. But she wouldn't let her emotions out while she was awake. She knew if she did the consequences would be catastrophic.

So she focused on her supportive, hugging, black clothes. Keeping herself void of feeling.

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Rick tried to keep himself occupied while he waited for the demon behind the closed door. He didn't trust it when it was sleeping, but seeing it awake, with Strange glued to its side was concerning.

He knew the doc was probably touched in the damn head but seeing him basically coddling that thing, made Flagg feel on edge.

Rick turned to Strange who was talking to his medical team down the hall, his eyes finally away from the door. Rick looked back and forth between the doc and the door a few times until he chose to make his move.

He didn't knock to avoid Strange hearing it and interrupting. Closing the door quietly behind him Rick noticed the lack of a shower running so he continued on quietly down the lockers.

From around the corner Flagg saw a pair of heavy looking boots peeking out. As he continued revealing black clad legs down on the floor. He stood there out of view for a moment just watching the unmoving limbs, then the steel toes gently started rocking back and forth.

It started to hum. The tune sounded familiar, something soft and high in pitch. It wasn't bad, but they didn't have time for it to sing show tunes. So ignoring his own curiosity, Rick continued on and around the corner.

"Alright times up. We gotta move ou-" he stopped mid step and sentence. There sitting on the floor, staring up at him was something impossible. Feline eyes and black hair. No mud or blood, no tears.

"You? You're not here…" dark chocolate pools narrowed in confusion at him. Pulling her legs up she began to stand, but she made no other move. Keeping her back on the wall behind her. Rick just stared at her. His face hard and grim as he relived the confusion and pain he felt that night he watched the girl in front of him gunned down in the deserted streets.

But it wasn't real, and neither was she.

With no thought, he moved towards her with the quickness of a soldier. Standing right infront of her before someone could blink.

The sudden movement, almost violent, made the girl flinch back. Knocking the back of her head against the wall with enough force that some of her dark trendles fell over her round face. Rick made no other move as his eyes tried to scope out all the detail in front of him.

He watched as her cat eyes flicked over him in caution, and he saw as she let out a shaky breath. The puff of warm air pushing one of her slightly damp curls out towards him. The movement caught his full attention as he brought one of his fingerless gloved hands up slowly, taking hold of the dark strand.

"What are you doing?" it was the sound of her voice, and the soft hair between his fingers that snapped Rick back to attention.

But it was when he looked back up at her face that he realized that something wasn't right. He either didn't notice it in his vision or it wasn't there. But it was there now, right in the middle of her forehead. A yellow crystal, bright and cracked.

His gun was pulled out and pushed up against the bottom or her jaw faster than even he thought was possible.

The room was engulfed with silence once again. Her breathing even, but his ragged.

"This is the second time you've pointed this gun at me." her voice was monotone, almost devoid of emotion. Almost. Rick could hear a twinge of anger. Right under the surface.

"How are you doing it? How'd you get this face?"

"Well like most people I was born with it. How'd you get yours?" with his free hand Rick took ahold of her throat. Pulling her forwards, close to him, then slamming her back against the wall harshly.

"Don't play no games with me. I promise you, you will regret it."

"I'm not the one asking stupid questions!" she sneered as both her eyes and her crystal flashed yellow.

"Do you know any witches. And I would suggest that you don't lie to me." he asked her quietly, the grip on her neck tightening slightly.

"Personally? No. Demons and witches don't tend to get along. There was a slavery issue some centuries ago. Since the uprise they like to stay clear of us."

Her eyes were back to brown, hard and glaring into his own. She was telling the truth, and he was a little disappointed that she did.

"Can I go eat now please?" he didn't want her to leave his sight. And he wanted it to be because he didn't trust her.

The niggling, sickly feeling he started getting at the sight of her. He wanted it to still mean that at the first sign of evil, he'd be able to put her down. Without a second thought. But that goddamn face.

With a shattering crack, the front of her skull bashed into the pavement.

He let go of her, stepping only slightly to the side. Making her squeeze around him to leave.

she turned her body on its side, blood and saliva running down her broken lips and sticking to the ground as she tried in pain, to get onto her elbows.

Even after he heard the door close behind her, Rick stood there. Staring down at the wall. Staring blankly at a small red smudge the back of her head left behind. Because of him.

From the ground she looked over to Rick, one eye flooded red from a popped blood vessel, both filled with pain and anguish. "Ame-" BANG!

"Shit."

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Chelsnichole12: Thank you so much for being my very first update! I hope I don't disappoint.

Noface: I've always loved the idea of Raven having a sister, she's got like hundreds of brothers lol, she needs someone to confide in. As for any face claim, I'm sorry to say for my oc's I usually never take inspiration from real life. But I would love to know who you picture. I'm always curious who people see. I truly hope that you continue to enjoy my story! And as the story goes on, maybe I'll be able to add a face for her.

Lilithnocte: Hello, thank you so much for the review! It is true that Raven and Talulah are in their early adult ages, and I understand what your concerns are. Raven is an extremely powerful entity, but she is always in control (when she isn't being possessed by her father lol) and would do what she thinks is right to protect her home, which she sees as Earth. So if the government considered her no longer safe, she would cooperate if she could. At least that is for my story. I'm sorry if you disagree. I am going to go into Talulah's past, which involves our favorite black feathered bird. I hope I can give you believable characters.

Emerentia: Thank you so much, I just hope you enjoy what's to come as well.

Fallondyson: I'm sorry for the wait, I hope it was worth it. Thank you so much for taking the time to read!

NESSAANCALIME6913: I'm so happy you enjoy it so far. Thank you for reading!

Musicluver246: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you've enjoyed my second installment.

Guests: Thank you all for the reviews, I hope you use a name next time so I can thank you personally.

There is one more thing I'd like to address. Trigon will be making a few appearances in the future, demon and human form. So I thought it would be fun to do a poll for the face claim of his human form. So let the voting begin!

Luke Evans

Jonathan Ryhs Meyers

Colin Ferrell

Michael Sheen

Idris Elba

Other

Till next time.