Chapter 47 Hexagon

Trigon cringed as he examined his double, lying unconscious in the street. There… was there any real way to revive him? That ship that had hit him hit him pretty well; he wasn't even groaning. And honestly, the sight of his big, powerful counterpart lying unconscious and helpless made Trigon panic a little bit. Seriously, after all the effort he had put in to ensure that Trigon was at maximum power so that they could destroy the multiverse together… this was like some sort of sick joke. There was no way this could be reality; there was just no way.

And yet, here they were, and Trigon couldn't be less thrilled.

"Come on, Big Triggy!" He jostled his arm, but the only response that Trigon gave to that action was a low groan. He didn't open his eyes or move, which just served to make Trigon feel even worse. Biting his lip, he flew over to Trigon's face.

"TRIGON, WAKE UP!" He slapped him multiple times, so hard and so quickly that a red mark would've appeared on his face if he wasn't red already. Trigon didn't halt at any point, instead speeding up and doubling the intensity the longer he slapped. He was so preoccupied with this (quite frankly frivolous) practice that he didn't even notice both versions of the reunited Teen Titans coming up to him.

"Woah!" He heard his daughter's voice call out. "See guys? Trigon is knocked out, so there is nothing to worry about!" She laughed as Trigon continued with the slapping.

"I wouldn't let my guard down just yet," Robin said with a hint of apprehension in his voice.

"COME ON!" Now that the Titans were all present, Trigon needed to wake up his double ASAP. Unfortunately, nothing he did was working. Trigon lay as dormant as a doornail, ensuring that Trigon's own emotions reached levels that they never should've reached. "WHY WON'T YOU…?" Suddenly, he got an idea. Backing up, he snapped his fingers, and a humongous pitcher of water appeared above Trigon's face. Trigon snapped his fingers, pouring the water over Trigon's face. The demon gasped, instantly rising to a sitting position. Trigon couldn't remember the last time he had felt this relieved as his double coughed and attempted to gather his bearings.

"There's the Big Triggy I know and love!" Trigon sent a glare his way, but Trigon decided to not pay it any mind as he floated up to his double's face. "I'm so glad you're awake! The plan of two Trigons taking over the multiverse wouldn't work if there's only one Trigon!"

Trigon gave him a look and sniffed. "Especially considering that Trigon would be you."

Trigon blinked. Did… did his double just… make fun of him? No, no, that probably wasn't what was happening. He was just a little grumpy from being woken up in such an abrupt manner. Yeah, that was it; Trigon shouldn't take his words personally.

"So…" Trigon chuckled and gestured toward the Titans. "Both Titans are here."

"WHAT!" Trigon turned toward them, and the sight of them made him growl. He rose to his feet, gritting his teeth and glaring in a way more threatening than Trigon would've expected. "HOW IN THE WORLD DID THEY GET HERE?"

Beast Boy hesitated. "Uh… well, we found this warlogog thingy from the Santas of our universe…"

"Beast Boy, not now!" Robin said.

Unfortunately, he was too late. Trigon directed his wicked gaze toward Trigon, looking ready to stomp on him. "You're telling me that they managed to unlock the secrets of interdimensional travel? How could you let this happen?"

Trigon blinked. "Wait, you're blaming me?" He floated up so that he was about level with his counterpart. "I wasn't even in the same dimension as them!"

"Still, you have made mistake after mistake after mistake!" Steam shot out of Trigon's nostrils, making Trigon worry if he was going to breathe fire on him. He didn't, thankfully, but still, the mere possibility terrified him. "You are one of the most pathetic excuses for a demon that there ever was! I cannot even fathom how you are the Trigon the Terrible of your universe when all you do is screw up!"

Oof. Ouch. Trigon cringed when he heard that. He looked down at the Titans, on some level resenting them for putting him in this position. He could barely look at his double, for the sheer amount of hatred he displayed was so strong that Trigon was surprised he was still alive.

"Look…" Trigon put on a smile, hoping that the expression would serve as the perfect mask for the nerves he felt. "This isn't a big deal!" He chuckled. "Sure, the Titans are here, but that doesn't mean anything! You're at full power, and so am I! We can defeat them together and they work together to conquer the multiverse!" He chuckled, scratching the back of his head as he did. "We can just put these silly grudges behind us! This really isn't…"

Before Trigon could even finish, Trigon reached out and plucked him out of the air. Trigon gasped, finding the sensation of Trigon's hand gripping his body to be one of the most uncomfortable sensations he had ever experienced. On top of which, the fact that he was doing this made Trigon's goal to appease him and see the two of them as equals much more difficult to accomplish.

"Trigon…" Trigon winced. "This isn't a big deal…"

"Of course it's a big deal!" He sighed and facepalmed with his free hand. "Do you honestly think you can just brush this under the rug?" The glare couldn't get more concentrated if he actively tried. "Do you think this is funny? That all of your monumental screw ups don't matter in the end?"

Trigon once again tried to not take those words too personally, but… well, how could he not take them personally? "Trigon…"

"I keep saying that you are the most pathetic excuse for a demon, but you know what? I don't think that statement is accurate." The hate in his face builded and builded, causing Trigon to sweat. "You are the most pathetic excuse for ANY being, even those half-witted humans that are watching us right now! How in the world can you be so unfathomably stupid? Oh. I know why." He paused, bringing Trigon closer to his face. "It's because you come from the joke universe. Everything in your universe is a bobbleheaded joke."

"HEY!" Robin yelled.

"And because of that, that extends to even you. No, not 'even' you; ESPECIALLY you! You are just an inferior being in every single way! Nothing about you is impressive! Nothing about you is strong! 'Trigon the Terrible…' you are an insult to that name! You give it a whole new meaning because you are, in fact, terrible! You are terrible in every single way!" He sneered at him. "Every wrong way."

"Oh snap!" Cyborg said.

Trigon stared into his double's eyes. This… this is what he thought of him? These were the views and opinions he held toward him?

Before he knew it, Trigon sniffled. With a tear in his eye, he glared at his double. "I think I've had enough of you!" He opened his mouth, and…

"WHAT?" Every one of the Titans yelled.

He ate him. He ate Trigon whole, all fifty feet of him. As Trigon swallowed his double, a new type of emotion filled him. It built up in his heart, and it made him feel resentment. Wicked resentment paired with some of the strongest hatred he had ever felt. His eyes glowed red, and his rage reached levels higher than the highest heavens.

"IS NO ONE ON MY SIDE?"

Then, Trigon started to grow. The eyes of all the Titans were wide when they saw this, but that wasn't the only trick Trigon had up his sleeve. He began to morph too. His legs grew and shaped themselves, and his abdomen extended. His face changed into a new shape, a new gruesome shape that had eight eyes instead of four. He also started extra arms, a sight that made half of the Titans look ready to throw up.

"Uh… what's happening?" Cyborg asked as he put on a nervous smile. "Why are we sprouting extra limbs all of a sudden?"

"Her Trigon not only ate my Trigon," Raven said, her eyes filled with a fear that was so unconventional for her. "He also absorbed his powers!"

"He's leveling up…" Robin said, for once not looking smug or confident.

Trigon only chuckled at their responses to this turn of events. "Yes. Heed me, Titans." His horns extended, curling upward the longer they grew. "I am just so sick of everyone turning away from me!" He gritted his teeth. "First. I try to take over the universe, but that plan falls through! Then, I try to take over the multiverse with Big Triggy, but he wants nothing to do with me!" He sneered. "Well, the time for all these bitter developments is officially over!" His back turned into the back of a horse, and a new helmet appeared on his head. "I will not be ridiculed, nor will I be put down! I am taking over the multiverse all by myself this time! For I am no longer Trigon. I am… HEXAGON!"

The Titans stared at Hexagon's completed form. None of them moved. Even Raven looked dumbfounded and horror-stricken. Hexagon chuckled at the sight of them, reveling in the joy of seeing them like this. The Teen Titans, the one thorn in his side that he could never seem to remove. The Teen Titans, the absolute bane of his immortal, eternal existence. The Teen Titans, the team that brought him some of the worst emotions that he had ever felt. They were all standing perfectly still, not moving at all. Did Hexagon even need to say this was a satisfying sight? Did he even need to express how good it felt to see this?

Well, he was going to do it anyway. "That's right, Teen Titans," he said, his voice taking on a deeper bass than his already deep original voice had. "I am a new being. I have al the power that anyone in the multiverse could ever ask for. I am the supreme being. I am the ruler of all realms of existence!" He chuckled, still finding immense and unmeasurable pleasure at seeing the Titans in this state. "And as my first order of business…." Hexagon extended his four arms, holding them out in front of him. A ball of red energy formed in front of him, building and building and building. It illuminated the streets, bathing the entirety of Jump City in a wicked red light. The Titans were all too shocked to even think about moving.

"GUYS!" Robin shouted a little too late. "WE NEED TO…"

Before he could even finish his sentence, Hexagon shot the ball of energy toward the Titans. They screamed at the top of their lungs as they got hit, a sight that brought Hexagon only the most giddy type of relief.

Heed my warning, multiverse, he thought. It is now time for Hexagon's reign.