In the dark and treacherous realm of Trigon, a realm teeming with demonic forces and malevolent energy, Raven made a fateful announcement. Her resolve was unwavering as she declared that she will only battle the brother that proved himself to be the strongest, and only if said brother defeated her she will give up the crown she had earned after defeating her father Trigon. With this proclamation, a cataclysmic chain of events was set into motion, forever altering the delicate balance of power within the real, after the death of the previous king.

Raven's siblings, drawn by the allure of ultimate power and dominance, heeded her call. Their armies clashed in brutal and merciless battles, their dark magic ripping through the very fabric of reality. The shrieks of demons echoed through the fiery landscape as brother turned against brother, each vying for supremacy over the others.

The realm trembled under the weight of their conflicts, its foundations cracking as the forces of chaos waged war. Raven, with her uncanny abilities and unyielding determination, observed the carnage unfold with a mix of sorrow and purpose. She knew that to protect humanity from the potential devastation her siblings posed, she had to weaken the realm itself, shattering their combined strength.

As the battles raged on, Raven strategically maneuvered through the chaos, utilizing her powers of darkness and manipulation to exploit weaknesses and sow dissent among her brethren. With calculated precision, she struck at opportune moments, leaving no room for mercy or hesitation. Her siblings fell one by one, their lives extinguished by her hand or by the blades of their own allies, each death further draining the realm's vitality.

Amidst the bloodshed and destruction, Raven emerged as the lone figure standing, her form radiating with an aura of both triumph and melancholy. The once-proud realm of Trigon now lay in ruins, its twisted landscapes scarred by the bitter conflicts that had consumed it. With her siblings defeated and their forces decimated, she had achieved her objective — to weaken their influence and protect the human realm from their nefarious machinations.

Taking a deep breath, Raven surveyed the ravaged realm with a mix of sadness and determination. The chaos and instability that had plagued Trigon's domain were now replaced by an eerie calmness, as if the very essence of the realm had been reshaped by her actions. The demons, once wild and uncontrollable, now stood before her, subdued and obedient, their malevolence channeled into serving her as their new queen.

As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, Raven ascended the throne, her dark cloak billowing around her. With a mixture of newfound authority and responsibility, she began to consolidate her power and control over the regions and the demons that remained. Though the scars of the recent conflict remained etched upon the landscape, there was a newfound stability. The demons, now loyal subjects, bowed before their queen, recognizing her strength and the necessity of her rule. With a firm hand and an unwavering resolve, she ensured that her siblings' remnants would never again pose a significant threat to the human realm.

Raven's ascension as the queen of Trigon's realm represented a culmination of her inner struggles and the sacrifices she had made to protect the innocent. In assuming the crown, she bore the weight of her actions, aware of the darkness within her own soul. Yet, with her newfound power and control, she vowed to wield it wisely and judiciously, a shield against the terrors that lurked in the shadows and a guardian of humanity's fragile existence.

Under Raven's reign, Trigon's realm will undergo a transformation. She is preparing to set forth laws and boundaries, establishing herself as a formidable ruler whose dominion would bring order to the chaos that once threatened to spill over into the human world. She knew that this will take years to happen and it will keep her away from her beloveds, but this needed to happen. She knew that the demons could be used for more than destruction, that they just needed a second chance and guidance. Guidance she will give, until they do not need her anymore. Until then, she will remain as queen.

For now though, she will be paying a visit to Earth. There's something she had to do before leaving for Trigon's Realm.

Raven, now the reigning queen of Trigon's realm, made her way to Earth, seeking out the enigmatic dark warlock, John Constantine. Constantine had initially been wary of Raven, suspicious of her intentions and the potential threats she represented.

The meeting between Raven and John took place in a dimly lit, smoke-filled room within Constantine's sanctuary. Occult artifacts lined the shelves, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air crackled with an undercurrent of tension as they prepared for the exchange that would restore John's memories.

John leaned against a table, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Right then, Raven. Let's get this bloody show on the road. You've come all this way, and now you're tellin' me you can give me back my memories? Memories I do not even recall missing! Don't bollocks it up, love."

"I assure you, John, I am fully capable of restoring your memories," Raven was calm and composed like always, her eyes glowing with a hint of otherworldly energy. "As I said, there were four of us left. Every other hero gone and dead. We decided to come back, to not create a time paradox we decided to send our souls with our memories back. However, there was a catch. Due to the nature of your humanity, your soul would not survive the journey back."

"Which is why I did not bloody travel back with you," John huffed, raising his beer to take a drink. "But you can give me back my memories?"

"My beloveds and I can choose only one person whose memories we wish to reclaim," Raven replied. "You are mine."

John paused for a moment, his brows furrowed in contemplation. "Bloody hell, you're have to pick just one and you choose me? Well, that's a proper kick in the arse, innit?"

"You are family to us," Raven simply said, gaining a dumbfounded expression from the brit.

"Let's get this bloody show on the road, love," John finally said.

Raven nodded, understanding the weight of John's decision. She reached into the folds of her dark cloak, withdrawing a small vial containing a swirling, ethereal substance. With deliberate care, she handed it to John. "This essence will restore your memories. Once you take it, the process will be irreversible. Are you sure you are ready for this, John?"

John with a mix of determination and sadness in his eyes. "Yeah, love, I'm bloody sure. Just make sure it's done right, no bollocksing it up."

With a solemn nod, Raven watched as John took the essence, a sense of closure permeating the room. She understood the sacrifices that had to be made, the choices that came with great consequence. John and her were similar in that area, two survivors that will raise up to anything the world throws at them.

John exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Bloody hell! Raven! Bollocks! That was quite the ride! Shit! Wow… we made it back. It bloody worked…"

"We did and it worked," Raven assured him.

"Shit, I am stuck here in this sodding human existence, again!" John whined jokingly, relief clear on his expression as he looked at Raven fondly. His family was back, they might be all over the universe at the moment, but that did not mean they were not united. "I'll just have to keep on bloody fighting, won't I?"

"Indeed, John. Your resilience is what makes you remarkable," Raven said with a gentle smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Let's embrace the challenges that lie ahead, for our journey is far from over. I will have to return to Trigon's Realm to keep it under control. You… well, I am sure you will surprise us all with your choices. You always do."

As Raven prepared to depart, the room seemed to grow still, an unspoken understanding between the two. A silent understanding of family. They had forged a connection, a bond born from shared experiences and the desire to protect the realms they held dear.

With a final nod, Raven vanished into the shadows, leaving John alone with his thoughts and the weight of his decisions.


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