A.N. Woo, chapter 8! This is an all Raven chapter, and the next one (or possible next two) will be all Slade. Wrote this all in one night at my grandma's house, just like old times. Hope you like it, but I won't know if you don't review! So please R & R!

Disclaimer: I am sorely afraid I shall never own Teen Titans. The new Brother Blood is pretty much mine, but loosely based off of Sebastian Blood from the comics.

Raven

The were all hovering in a circle with legs crossed and eyes closed: meditation position. So normal. When she stepped in the middle, all eyes flew open. Some gasped, including the real Raven. All the versions of herself that surrounded her were so healthy looking compared to her, even though she had only been locked up for a few days at most. It was hard to tell how long she had hung from the ceiling in chains. The dark, windowless dungeon was the same morning, noon, and night.

"Hi," began Raven, but was quickly cut off.

"We've already decided," said Brave.

"W-what?"

"We're getting out of here today. We know how, you know how," continued the green-clad girl. The Ravens nodded and stood. They each walked a few steps closer to Raven, making her feel uncharacteristically claustrophobic.

"Listen to me. There is no way out," Raven said. She closed her eyes so as not to see the faces that were identical to hers. Except they're beautiful, she thought. The normal me looks great compared to the disgusting, stupid concubine I've become. I make even ugly demon spawn look beautiful...

"Stop it, stop it, stop it!" yelled Happy. "Don't think that way! Don't talk that way! And this escape plan is terrible!"

"It has its pros and cons," interjected Knowledge.

"I don't..." started Timid, but she trailed off and shrank back from the group.

"Who came up with this?" Raven demanded. "And what's this plan?"

"Brave and Rage mostly came up with the idea," Knowledge admitted. "Though I reviewed it, of course."

The other Ravens parted for the red cloaked, red eyed figure of Rage. Raven almost growled at her, but caught herself. If Rage could infect her that easily she must have power through the support of the others.

"The plan is simple," Rage said. "When those two guards bumped the loudspeaker button earlier we heard that Father Blood will be gone for a while, leaving his son in charge. Since Brother Blood has less training and no powers that we know of, this will be easier."

"Just get to the point."

"We don't entirely need that gem to channel and balance our power. There's always backup in our DNA. We are half demon, and no one can take that away from us. Call upon every vengeful, bloodthirsty, angry feeling inside you and use Trigon's legacy to destroy the Church of Blood."

Raven stood shocked for a second, but quickly got over it. "No. No! How could you-we- How could I think of something like that? Trigon will take me over the second I tap into his power!"

Knowledge shook her head. "Our physical body is too weak. It would not be able to contain him or serve as a portal in this state."

"How are you all siding with Rage?! She's with Trigon! She's the inner daddy's-little-girl! She doesn't care about us, just him!" Raven shouted. If her powers had been functioning any surrounding landscape would have been in danger of spontaneous combustion.

"Raven," said Brave. "This could be our only chance of escape. We have to risk it. It's not just our safety. It's the world's future."

"What about Slade?" ventured Timid. When the group turned toward her the small, teary girl cowered, but continued. "I mean, he's still out there. Maybe he'll..."

"He'll what? Rescue us?" demanded Rage. "Of all the-"

"We can take care of ourselves," said Brave stubbornly.

"Just because he kissed us doesn't mean he actually cares about us," Knowledge said more gently. "We had just saved his flesh and blood. It was an illogical reaction."

Love spoke up. "Come on, we're an empath. We know there's more to him than we thought before. I think Slade could pull through."

"Don't you get into this," snarled Rage.

"What's it going to be, Rae?" said Brave.

Raven took a deep breath. She had thought over the decision while the others were bickering. She wanted to believe in Slade, for some completely unfounded reason, but he was a super villain for Azar's sake. She would rather depend on her own weakness to keep Trigon out of her for the time being than to place all hope on a man she so many reasons to hate and distrust. "We're breaking out."

Raven opened her eyes to darkness and began immediately searching inward. She could faintly hear the twilight chants of the Church of Blood as they readied their dark souls for the night.

Cruor, incendia, nex, palma

Raven forced herself to look at the end of the world, and see its beauty. She looked on the burning city, housing Trigon in all his majesty.

O, duodeviginti diabolus pluo nos per vestri bona

She felt her father's legacy in her blood, and drank in her hatred of it, her deeply buried hatred of herself. It fed the black void growing within.

Permissum nos impleo vestri cupido pro vox

It began to seep out of her.

Permissum nos nutritor vestri ieiunium pro malum

Permissum nos operor vestri vota pro umquam quod umquam

At first the pain was unbearable. For some reason Raven found herself calling, "Daddy!"

Diligo nos, abbas

Ut vestri filia, vestri properitas

As if he of all people would make her feel better, as his power consumed her.

Diligo nos, vinco

Ut vestri mancipium, vestri meretricis

A moan escaped her lips as a dark wave caressed her skin, but though she was terrified it was not a sound of fear. While her heart was racing and her mind told her to fight the evil coming on, she was already using all her energy to keep from writhing in ecstasy. All she wanted was more of this power's horrible sensation. Oh gods, nothing could be better than this unexplainable pleasure.

But too soon is was over. The familiar red haze filled her vision and dark energy snapped Raven's chains and blasted the cell door off its hinges. She landed lightly on the ground and walked out of the metal box that had been her home. The cell door was set lightly on the ground. The congregation had scurried off to bed after the early evening chants. Raven walked down the halls toward the sleeping quarters, toward her prey, while the walls curdled silently around her.

There was an ornate set of doors close down the hall. They must lead to the room of one of the Bloods. Raven sneered in satisfaction. Soon the bloodbath would begin, and the orchestrators of her capture would be the first to die.

Suddenly the doors she had been but a few steps away from seemed to spin. Her body was far too heavy to support itself and the red film faded from her eyes. All the power, the darkness, was gone. What...? Raven's knees buckled. She sank to the cold sandstone floor, fighting to remain conscious. Raven could not have gotten up if she somehow wanted to more desperately than she did at that moment.

It clicked. Rage. She knew Raven's physical body was too weak at this point to hold all the power of a demon. Rage had always belonged to Trigon, and the surest way to get Trigon to this world was through Father Blood's plan.

The doors opened and Brother Blood appeared. He appeared surprised at first, then smiled and bent down next to Raven. Her eyes widened (the most motion she was capable of) and she wanted to scream, but could not. Brother Blood lifted her thin form up and carried her into his huge room, placing her gently on the bed. He then walked back to the doors and locked them. This time Raven managed to let out a hoarse "No..."

Brother Blood sat next to her on the bed and smiled disarmingly. The bedspread was a light gold, and the walls were a creamy white color with gold and silver trim. The domed ceilings and large light fixtures made the room look open and with the padded furniture it rather resembled an old private library. Without books.

"I've been waiting for you for a while now, Raven," said Blood. He was dressed in modern clothes: khakis and a light yellow polo shirt. "It must be so amazing to be the daughter of the eighth devil himself. You don't appreciate how blessed you are, my little gem."

Slade had called her that when he was Trigon's Messenger. Raven had been frightened at first, then tried to act annoyed. The nickname had made her feel slightly shivery and odd inside, but Raven secretly liked it. This caused her to worry about her mental health.

When Brother Blood called her his little gem, Raven wanted to gouge his eyes out.

Blood stroked her hair, then rolled her over onto her back, still kind of smiling. Sheer horror brought Raven some semblance of strength in her muscles and she tried to push him off as he moved her more to the middle of the unnecessarily large bed. He chuckled and used one arm to cease her pathetic struggle, while the other hand began to remove her tattered clothes. Then he was everywhere she didn't want him to be.

A.N. Need feedback. The chant is in Latin. Please review. I'm sure some of you hate me right now, but the story's not over yet!