Arella Trigon

AurelisXsoul is the one who mentioned this. I figured this would be fun and challenging. At the same time! This isn't actually one of the ones assigned, but I figured 'what the hell?' and went with it. If you're wondering, I've been busy with other things (Shadows into Nights, my Legendverse fanfiction).

I think Trigon is a little OOC in this. Overall, it's not that great, I think... Especially with the mood-spoiler. Bah. I don't care.

Now, on with the one-shot!

Earth...

She had had it with her zealously religious father. Finally, she fled Gotham, from all the abuse. Fortunately for her escape, they didn't know or didn't care. Her name was Angela Roth. This was her story.

A 17 year old girl stumbled through the rain, exhausted and starving. She had been like this for several days, digging for scraps in the dumpsters all about the city. Now, she was wraught with pain as she staggered. She fell to her knees and looked up to see a building. The lights were on, and a person was at the door.

"Hello miss. Let me help you," the person said, picking up the woman.

"Th-thank you," the woman said, putting an arm around the person's shoulder for balance.

"It's no trouble. I am Lenore, what is your name?" the person, Lenore, asked.

"I am Angela," the woman replied.

"Well, Angela, let me show you my world and the world of many others like myself," Lenore said, opening the door to the building.

The place was beautiful, sacred, and yet, disturbing. But Angela barely noticed the odd aura the place gave off, for the beauty it held. This would not be the last time beauty disguised something insidious to fool Angela.

Angela soon learned off this cult. It was a cult dedicated to bring their lord and master to Earth. Their master was Satan. Angela, however, was not aware of their master's name. Not for a long time. She was the first of the cult to truly know him, however.

It was a ritual, to which she was given the highest honor of perfoming. Lord Trigon had finally chosen his bride, Angela.

"You may kiss the bride," the priest said, closing his book.

Angela looked up into the golden eyes of the gorgeous man, leaned up and kissed her husband, Trigon. All the passion she could muster was in that case, which caught the groom off guard... temporarily. They soon found themselves in bed. Angela made love to her husband, truly believing what she felt was love. And it may very well have been love. From her side of the marriage, anyways.

Immediately afterwards, Trigon transformed from the gorgeous, golden-eyed man that Angela loved to a hideous, red demon. Angela shrieked in terror.

"What is it, deary? Don't you love me for who I am?" Trigon asked, cruelly laughing.

Angela almost fell off the bed from trying to get away from the monstrosity. Trigon laughed that cruel laugh again.

"Guess not. We'll get an annullment, I suppose. It's not you, it's me," Trigon remarked, a devilish grin on his face, "By the way, I've had better."

Trigon disappeared as Angela covered her face with one of the pillows and cried.

Azarath...

Angela knew she could not stay. She had discovered the purpose of the cult and knew she couldn't let Earth be destroyed because of her stupidity. She travelled to Azarath and told them of her plight. They took her in, nursed her to full health and helped with the child, which was taken care of by Azar. Raven was raised away from her mother, however much it pained her.

Angela Roth cast aside her name when the messenger of Azarath came to her. She was "The Messenger Angel". Angela Roth became Arella. And no matter how much it hurt her, Trigon's betrayal, no matter how much pain he caused, she still loved the man with the gold-flecked eyes.

And I thought waking up in a tub of ice missing a kidney was bad. (I'm such a sick bastard.)