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HUGELY IMPORTANT NOTE:
This fanfiction, and this chapter specifically, have prompted a BIG CHANGE in the warnings within the summary. It is no longer pseudo-bestiality only (as of this chapter). If that's not your thing, best skip the final scene. It doesn't happen again, however (at least not on screen). But it is pretty important to the plot.
Chap. 13
Ravens cawed and cried, the only living sound aside from the distant screams of the damned. Even that sound, the listener knew was false. An illusion, just like everything he saw. His own body, perfect, whole, tall and strong, handsome, was just as false. He was as much machine, now, as Cyborg. Only Cyborg's own enhancements and replacement parts caused him no pain.
The listener, the viewer, experienced nothing but pain from his own alterations. There was nothing but pain in his existence, after all, so why should that be different? Since his daughter's death, nothing in the world had been anything else. He knew there was more out there. A universe teeming with life in infinite variety and numbers. He had seen evidence enough to believe it. Had spoken with alien beings of dozens of types. Had fought against some, allied with others temporarily.
More honestly, he had used them for his own ends.
Ends that were fast approaching, just as his end was.
Hopefully, and it was his last, dismal, dark hope, he would live to see the very end. Beyond that? He wanted nothing.
Nothing, like his daughter, his precious, dear daughter, had been reduced to.
Nothing for him. Nothing for his enemies. Nothing for his erstwhile allies. Just... nothing. For anyone. Ever again.
In the vast cosmology even his own genius intellect could scarcely begin to comprehend, he knew there was more out there beyond even the boundaries of the infinite universe. But those, to the listener, mattered little. They were beyond his scope.
His daughter's worth, before her annihilation, had been limitless in his eyes, but even he could not bring about the demise of all of the myriad planes of existence just to satisfy his own desires for the end of all things. Could not. He absolutely would, if he could.
But his benefactor, the one who had kept him alive when all else had failed, even his massive cybernetic reconstruction, alive beyond all hope or despair, could, conceivably, see it done. So he would put his vague, twisted hope in that one thing.
He would sacrifice his entire universe, in the hope that doing so would pave the way for the eventual sacrifice of all universes.
A mad goal, a fool's goal. He did not consider himself a fool. But he did consider himself a father with no hope left except pain, and revenge.
His benefactor, after all, had made him unkillable. He could not die while the universe lived. He would never see his daughter's soul, should that somehow have survived what had been described as utter annihilation. He, after all, was doomed to hell if that place existed.
Slade Wilson, Deathstroke, was not a good man, and never had been.
His daughter? She was perfect, at least in his eyes. Kind, caring, loving, everything he was not. At lesat, not to anyone but her.
If her soul survived, it would have gone on to some place better than he would ever see, while he was doomed to an eternity of darkness and despair. But Slade Wilson did not care about that part. He had done it for her, after all, in his own twisted brand of love.
He did care that Rose, his dear daughter, would never experience the afterlife she should have learned. And if she couldn't experience that, well... then no one could.
So Slade had happily agreed to whatever terms his benefactor had set forth, with the promise that when it was all done, nothing would be left. Nothing at all.
He currently stared out over a blasted landscape, the sky twisted and yellow, black flames roaring in pillars high into the sky, scorching the heavens themselves. Below, the landscape was a scorched ruin not with fire (mostly), not even the black flame pillars, but in the acidic blood of men and women and children turned into demonic entities straight out of the worst sort of nightmare... only more ghastly still. Some fought on.
Humanity, that is, and elsewhere in the universe other beings waged their own wars against what had come.
What he had brought about.
What his benefactor had wrought, with his meager help.
And my help was meager, Slade Wilson acknowledged. The best he could do. A mighty mercenary and assassin, feared around the world. Superman himself might tremble if Slade had ever been sent his way. Many more nearly the Man of Steel's equal had, in fact, died at Slade's hand. But next to what he had brought into the universe, he was less than a bacterium.
As it should be.
Slade smiled, as he listened to the tortured screams of what was left of humanity being killed, raped, mutilated, in whatever order those happened to be occurring in.
He knew his Daughter, Rose, would not approve. He did not care. She was a sweet, kind soul.
Slade Wilson was not. He would happily watch every universe burn for what that foolish man had done to his daughter.
So he smiled, as he watched that very thing happen, and the ravens continued to caw. Harbingers of doom, the doom of an entire universe. Hopefully, after he was gone, the doom of all the rest, too.
That was, after all, what Ravens meant, wasn't it?
Raven sighed as she stepped out of the shower. Her skin was raw, nearly chapped despite the wrinkles present on her fingertips and toes. Even with a strange pinkish cast, almost human-like as opposed to her normal grayish tint.
It hadn't helped, she still felt filthy.
Dirty.
Used.
She dressed in a robotic fashion, wearing her usual uniform though there would be no missions today. The City had asked, and the Justice League had answered. Today, the Watchtower was keeping a close eye on Jump City, coordinated by Jean, the Martian Manhunter above, and none other the the Dark Knight, Batman himself, from the Titan's own Tower. It was almost reassuring having him there, she felt.
Bruce Wayne was a complicated figure, especially to one of her best friends, but he was also someone they trusted to look after their team and their city while they recovered. If nothing else, while a bit overconfident, he was smart enough to ask for help when it was needed in unfamiliar terrain.
She ate cereal without tasting it. That was probably good, as her breakfast was some disgusting concoction suitable mostly for five-year-olds that Cyborg and Starfire adored for whatever reason. Well, Starfire's reasoning was simple: She processed sugar into positive emotions, and would never suffer from diabetes or any other human ailment associated with too much of the stuff. Raven's own demonic side would process the sugar in a different way, removing any of the toxic elements and leaving only fuel. If she cared.
She didn't.
It had been three days since...
Everything.
She'd mostly spent the time in her room, trying, mostly unsuccessfully, to salvage what was left of her emotions into a balance. She wanted to help.
She couldn't, if her powers were not safe to access.
Cyborg rebuilt himself. Better, stronger, faster, more resilient.
Starfire trained, fucked Robin senseless, and trained some more.
Beast Boy? She didn't know where he was, but Robin had said he was training, too. Somewhere outside of the tower.
Which was kind of a shame, she thought idly, as he might have been able to help. Maybe.
When had he become so important to her? Raven didn't know.
But he was.
His goofy, stupid, annoying, childish antics were a grounding force Raven desperately needed...
And he wasn't there.
He hurt. She knew it. Even from however many miles separated them, Raven could feel his pain burning across their bonds of friendship and whatever else they were to each other. Something he wanted desperately for himself had been taken, along with her virginity. Perhaps he wanted that too, though Raven didn't know if he cared all that much about it. Maybe he thought she'd lost it to Jericho, or Malchior, or even Aqualad, so finding out it had just been lost the other day might not have meant that much to him. It had to her, but they were, ultimately, different people.
Maybe he hurt because she hurt, or had been hurt.
That would be a nice thought, if Raven could stand to contemplate it. She didn't want him to hurt. She didn't want to hurt either, of course, but he didn't deserve it.
He certainly didn't deserve to feel guilty, which was the next most powerful emotion streaming from the changeling.
If he were there, Raven would give him a hug. Even instigate it herself.
But he wasn't, so she didn't. Instead, she sat down on the couch in the living room, alone, while Robin either trained, or talked with Batman, trying to form some kind of plan.
Could the Justice League, together, stop Trigon? Unlikely... but she'd been wrong before.
Logic dictated not, however. Superman was extraordinarily dangerous. The Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, equally so. The Flash could, in theory, stop anything with enough forewarning and know-how.
But Raven doubted they could stop everything from ending. Not from Trigon.
They might kill or stop his followers by the million... but it wouldn't even be a dent in a single drop in a very large ocean.
She wanted Beast Boy.
But he wasn't there.
Raven sighed, and stood up.
Damned demonic side, always wanting.
With a thought, a portal opened before her, into endless black. She stepped through without hesitation, without noticing that despite her powers being haywire thanks to the lack of emotional stability, this particular portal was anything but wavering or out of control.
"Something doesn't add up," Beast Boy growled, dodging the fifth and sixth strikes.
His sparring partner, Bumblebee, span in a cartwheel through the air, giving him a brief (and only somewhat distracting) view of her panties as her legs moved past his vision. Then bolts of yellow-gold light flew toward him, and he lunged left.
The leader of Titans East kept up the attack, not particularly worried about the trees and rocks of the mountain pass as they were blasted to smithereens by the kinetic bolts of her Stingers. "What? You're distracted, Beast Boy, and it's slowing you down!"
"I know!" he suddenly roared, and stopped moving at once.
Taken by surprise, three bolts smashed into his chest, but he didn't react or care despite the pain they must have caused as he was thrown, tumbling, to the ground.
"Shit, good thing I had the training setting on, BB," the older teen sighed as she flew toward him and alighted on her long legs, then reached down to help him up with one hand. "That might'a killed you, you know?"
"I knew you did," Beast Boy sighed, but waved off her hand. Instead, he tucked his knees up to his chin and threw his arms around them, staring down the valley toward the distant city she and her team watched over.
Bee sighed too, then turned and dropped onto her rump next to him, her own posture a looser version of the same position. "What's on your mind, Gar? This isn't like you."
Beast Boy was silent for a long time, then asked, "Cy's my best friend. If- If I tell you, I need you to keep it a secret from him."
Her eyes narrowed, "You know I don't like doing that."
"I know," Garfield replied quietly, "but it's... personal. I don't want him to..."
"Give ya shit?"
He nodded, and the tall black girl leaned over to nudge his shoulder with her own. "I got yah. I'll keep it on the down-low. Unless it compromises security, or somethin'."
"No, it... it shouldn't. But it's connected to... well, everything going on," Beast Boy explained quietly.
"The... end of the world... thing? Or the Stukov thing?"
"Both," Garfield shrugged, "But... more the second. Or the first? Fuck. It's all so messed up."
"Alright, well, start at the beginning, then," Bumblebee advised, throwing her arm around the smaller Titan. "No use worrying about the big stuff yet, we gotta have the whole picture first. Come on, Cy told me some stuff. Something happened to Rae. He didn't say what, but... I know it's bad."
"She was raped," Garfield said, bluntly, softly, "by Stukov."
The sharp intake of breath and sudden tightness of the woman's arm around his shoulders nearly caused Garfield, used to ripping his body to pieces, actual pain before she forced herself to relax. "Well, he's a dead man walkin' then. I don't hold with that, not at all."
"None of us do," Beast Boy said. "If I ever find him again... he'd better hope he really is as invincible as he says. Fucking bastard. Her first time... ruined. By him."
Bumblebee proved her leadership, but also her friendship, with a quiet question, "That's why you want him so personally. Because it wasn't you."
"No," Beast Boy snarled, slashing a hand through the air. Then, a moment later as it circled his knees again, "No. Maybe. Sort of. I just... she shouldn't have had to... to have that happen."
"No one deserves that," Bee agreed, glad she hadn't flinched at his sudden shout. She didn't know Garfield Logan as well as she wanted, it was part of the danger of working on opposite sides of the country. But she knew one thing about him. All the Titans knew it, even Mas y Menos, and they were idiots, bless their sweet little hearts. "But it's more personal for you, because you love her as more than just a friend, or a teammate. Right? Tell me if I'm off-base."
She knew she wasn't, Bee had been around far too long for that, and had always been the sort to keep an ear to the pulse of her friends' lives. Garfield Logan had been in love with Raven for years, before she ever even met the kid, though he wouldn't have known it at the time for what it was.
Now?
Now it was obvious enough even for him, she hoped.
Garfield sighed once more, but didn't deny it. Instead, he lifted his head skyward, ignoring the slowly-shrinking pastel of the sunset as it began to fade into true twilight, "Of course I do. I have for... as long as I can remember. Most of the time, it seems like there's life before Raven, and life after. And the first one just didn't matter."
"Well, just admittin' that makes you more mature in some ways than Cy," Bee tried to joke, even if it was true. He still couldn't say the L-word, at least in regards to her instead of pizza, though they'd been together (if in a somewhat open relationship) for nearly two years now.
He snorted, but didn't comment on it. "It's bullshit. I hate that it happened to her. Yes... I wanted it to be me, yeah. But I'm not. I wasn't. Terra. She- knew. I told her a bit ago, and she seemed fine with it. We... I was gonna do something this weekend. Take her out, dancing, a poetry reading- I hate poetry, but she's Raven, so... you know, just have a real date."
"That's nice, wish I could," Bee added, this time without a hint of joke. Sometimes dating someone across the country sucked, too. It was why their relationship was partially open. That, and both of them liked sex and didn't necessarily want to travel thousands of miles to get it.
"We've done stuff, but not... all the way. I want to go at her pace. Now... I don't know."
"Are you... mad at her? Upset at her?"
"No!" Garfield shouted, this time startling several birds that had just landed after the tumult had started to die down. "I'm not mad at her."
"Good. Because sometimes a man can't stand to look at his girl after she's been attacked like that. It's bullshit."
"No," he repeated, this time quieter, "I... I don't know how she can stand to look at me, though. It's my fault. I wasn't... strong enough. I got caught."
"You all got caught," Bee reminded him, "and from what it sounds like, if we'd been there, we would have too. This Stukov guy had a plan, and he had some big-ass backup. Slade's no joke. That was a bad situation all around, and you all did the best you could. I've seen the tapes from your cameras and comms. I... I didn't show the others what you saw, or what she saw, so don't worry about that. Speedy had a few guesses, but I didn't confirm anything."
"Thanks," Garfield whispered. "I mean... if Rae wants them to know, it's up to her."
"Right. So, if it's not that, what're you feeling guilty for?"
"Honestly? I don't know. I know, with my head, it's not my fault. I don't feel like it's not my fault."
Titan East's leader nodded a few times, then turned to pull him into a hug, pulling the green-skinned young man into her chest for several seconds. "She loves you, too. Don't gotta be some half-demon empath to know that. Be there for her. It's hard, but she's a tough girl. You're a tough guy. Together, you can get through this."
"If we live long enough for it to matter," he muttered as she let go.
"There's that," Bee agreed. Her voice resumed a more conversational tone, "Okay, so the end of the world. Some ultra-demon or whatever, who's Raven's dad?"
Garfield nodded, and the sky drew into full on night as he continued to explain. Once he was finished telling Bee all he knew, she had a few thoughts, at least, worth commenting on.
"Alright, so her different parts, or emotions, or whatever. She mentioned Lust a few times. Says it acts like a demon-slut most of the time, some sort of Succubus or whatever?"
Garfield nodded, "I didn't say it like that, but I guess? She normally keeps it on a pretty tight leash. At least, until lately."
"But her Anger- the one she should be feeling in this situation- isn't acting up, from what you've seen or heard?"
Garfield shook his head. "No. She's been sort of moping in her room a lot, but that's not that weird. After Malchior, she did it for like a month and a half almost straight."
"You gotta talk to her, then. Tell her you still love her, still care."
"I know," he replied quietly, "I haven't had a chance. I've been training, or she's been hiding, or both. Soon."
"Tonight. Or tomorrow, when you get back. Promise me, for your sake and hers. She needs a reason to be happy."
The shape-shifter nodded twice, "Alright. I... I can do that. Even if it's gonna break my heart again if she can't look at me."
"She isn't that type of girl," Bee scolded gently, "and if she was, you wouldn't have fallen for her, and you know it. Give her a hug, even if she resists. Fuck, even if she hits you. It's not okay, that shit's not right, but she's got reason to be upset and out of control a bit, and like I said, you're a tough kid. You can take it."
"Damn right I can. For her? I'd fucking take on Supes."
"You'd lose," she said with a grin, "but that's good. Look Garfield... I don't know what's going on any more than you do. Robin sent the tapes, told me the basics, but I wasn't there. I don't know all that went down. But you're right, based on what you've said, something doesn't add up. For three days, we've all been on high alert. The JL, all the Titans, everyone on the good guys' side has been on high alert, wondering if we're gonna be the next one taken down because our gifts or whatever are taken away. But nothing. Not a whisper. Stukov's gone to ground. His companies are moving, but nothing unusual. Speedy's working with Bats and Robin, keeping an eye: Nothing as much as an updated shipping container moving off-schedule. It'd be weird, but... it's just business as usual."
"Which is really weird, if you know the world's ending."
"There's that," Bee agreed, "but why hasn't he sold the info? He threatened you all with it, right? Made sure you knew you were each vulnerable, now, and then... nothing. Luthor would love to get his hands on that shit, and so would a thousand other people. Hell, even the Doom Patrol would, 'cause you know your old man wouldn't hesitate to use it against a few people too."
"He's not my dad," Garfield grumbled, but Bee only shrugged. "Still, you aren't wrong. It's weird, but that's not even what I was thinking. If Stukov is working for Slade, then why? Slade's been a thorn in our side for a long time. If he wanted to get to us, he could, there's no reason to go through Stukov. Blackfire? Why was she involved? Luthor and Stukov have been enemies forever, but apparently they're holding off on business deals at each other's expense, according to Batman. That's really unusual, but we can't figure out why. Still not what I'm getting at, though."
"That is weird," Bee agreed, "I'll point Speedy in that direction when we get back. What's up, though?"
"It's... it's Raven. Fuck. I don't know how to say this, so I'm just gonna say it. Don't fucking judge."
"Hey, I'm sleeping with six guys and two girls on the regular who aren't my boyfriend," Bumblebee told him, "I don't give a shit about your personal life, Gar. I mean, I care, you're my friend, but I ain't gonna judge you unless you did the same shit that Stukov guy did."
"No, not... that," Garfield whispered, "But... all the stuff Rae and I have done? We kissed like, four times... as myself. Every other time, it's been... when I've been, you know, different."
Bumblebee blinked, her eyes almost shining in the reflected, distant light of the stars above and city below, far more visible than her skin in the gathering gloam. "You mean... you've been shifted? Like..."
"An animal, yeah," he admitted quietly. "Dogs... a tiger a few times. Stuff... like that. Rae... just sort of seems into it, I guess?"
Bee let out a long breath, then, "Alright. Well, it's not... normal, but I know it's a kink some folks have. There's porn out there, anyway. Not my thing, but hey, I don't judge, like I said. You... not into it, or something? 'Cause I kind of figured you of all people would be, but I don't wanna assume."
Garfield snorted, "No, I... I'm not not into it. It's great no matter what I look like. It's just... she doesn't ever seem to want... me. As me. Like this."
His gesture down at his body was completely unnecessary, Bee thought, but she let it slide without comment. "Alright, so it sounds like a full on kink. So what? Is it a fetish? Can she not get off if you're you, o something?"
"She can get off fine," Garfield muttered, "Easier than I can, most of the time. I think its' her demon or whatever. She just really, really likes sex and stuff. I'm not complaining, these last couple of weeks have been a lot of fun, but... I want more than just... you know, to finish and walk away."
"Aww, you want to cuddle? That's sweet," she teased, but pulled him into another hug, "You're a good guy, Garfield. And she knows it. Give her some time, especially after... this. Robin said she was waiting to stay pure or whatever. Now it's done... maybe she'll change her mind."
"Time's something we might not have," he reminded her, "but that's not the point. There's something crawling around inside my head, and it won't let go. There's something missing. Something that should be obvious, but I can't figure out what it is. Something about Raven... that isn't what we think it is. Isn't what she thinks it is."
"Sorry, pal, I got nothin'. At least, not yet," Bee told him. "Unless she's letting out that Lust side somewhere else- and she doesn't seem type- then she must have it under lock and key, except with you. Maybe if you were bonin' regularly, like as yourself or whatever, then her demon side wouldn't want that kind of kink as much, I don't know. Might all be fucking academic, though, if we're all dead in five and a half weeks."
Garfield grunted.
Then his eyes widened. "Lust. The Stigmata. Fuck. Fuck. I gotta go. Sorry, Bee, good talk, I gotta go! Bye! Tell Speedy about the deal with Luthor, but I gotta get back. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Then he was gone, a gigantic green owl swooping silently down the valley as as he could dive while avoiding the trees.
Bumblebee sighed, and stood up, patting the dust and leaves from her outfit. "Might've been faster to take the Scouter, but whatever... fly back on your own, BB. Have fun with that. And good talk."
As she climbed into the pilot's seat of her one-Titan aerial vehicle, what their team at least usually just called Scouters, Bee grinned.
It was a good talk, and if they lived through the next few weeks, she definitely had a conversation that needed to be had with her boyfriend. If his immature, goofy best friend could be that mature about being in love, then it was high time he fessed up himself.
Sure, the world might end. But if it didn't, things might be looking up.
Raven Roth might as well not have existed, not just then.
Her body was stll as it had been, though all semblance of clothing was gone, lost to the wind of a blustery New Mexico night.
She wasn't aware of what town her naked body walked through, clothed only in magic and shadow. It was late, nearly two in the morning here, but it didn't matter.
Everywhere she went, for almost a mile in any direction, people woke up, found their nearest available partner, and enjoyed a good time. If there wasn't such a partner, their hands or toys would do. No one was immune, if they were old enough to care about such things at all.
She was getting closer to her target, but he was still a long way off. It would take dozens more portals, as far as her demonic magic could stretch, to reach him.
She wouldn't make it. Her body was coming undone, the human form too frail to hold her power.
It had to be released. It was already leaking out, making the weak humans around her fuck each other silly.
And she had nothing. Enough of Raven still maintained control that she wasn't just breaking into some random guy's house and mounting him. No, that wasn't what she wanted.
Her demonic self would not be satisfied with somebody she forced to be willing. Not tonight.
Tonight it wanted more. An adventure, something thrilling, like the tantalizing things that had made Lust so powerful of late.
Powerful enough to smash down Anger, unleash Pride, and even shackle Reason... for now.
Reason was their leader for, well, a reason, and that was primarily because Reason was Raven's go-to solution for most things.
Least used, perhaps, was Lust... but that did not mean Lust was powerless. Not now. Not when she had been unleashed in her full glory.
Stukov had done it. Opened the door of her cage.
The weak fumblings of her mortal side with the changeling were good, glorious, great, and not enough. It had been receiving the poisoned first bite of a feast, and then being made to watch as the healthy portions were held back.
How depraved was she? Lust didn't care. Lust wanted to be depraved.
Then she saw it. Nothing special, really, but it would do. A male. Malamute, perhaps, or Husky, or perhaps some hybrid breed. Her gaze transfixed with the canine's, and she watched pink extend between its hind legs. Yes... it would do nicely.
When she hovered over the suburban fence and into the owner's yard, the dog began to strain on its leash. Raven didn't make it wait, but walked toward it eagerly the moment she touched down. Her aura flared wide, ensuring that no one would care if they saw her. The worst anyone would want to do was join in, and she could be fine with that. Most, including the owner and his wife, were already too busy with each other.
Her shadow-cloak faded away, and Raven moved to her hands and knees. She felt liquid running down her leg, and smiled, with rows of sharp, demonic teeth visible.
Pheromones shifted under her unconscious control, and the hints implanted in the dog's mind became full-on instinctual overload.
The paws scraped and scratched at the tender, unprotected flesh of her back, and Lust wailed in ecstasy. Then, more, as he pushed inside.
Pain, delicious, tearing at her just-healed body, ruining her again, as the dog did what it always would to a bitch in heat.
That was all Lust wanted to be. Come dawn, she might be shackled once more. But for now, her target was too far away, on the other side of the country. For now, she would be satisfied with this meager beast.
Soon, though... soon she would be shackled. She would allow it, after being satisfied.
The dog humped wildly, and Lust loved it. She loved the bleeding welts as it tried to balance on her, and the thickness of its shaft as it plundered her.
Soon, shackles...
But the next night? She would undo the locks on her cage once more, no matter how many Reason applied. She had the Key, now. It was open, along with the channel between her legs. She would never, ever be bound again, without her will.
Tomorrow, she would find The Beast, and tame him with the siren song only she knew.
Yes... for now, this lesser beast would do. Tomorrow, The Beast was going to be hers.
Raven panted, as she neared the first of many climaxes. As the dog knotted, she experienced a height of pleasure she could not have dreamed as only Raven.
Lust smiled inside her, using Raven's mouth, as she stepped back to let the girl herself, her totality, her true self with all parts included, experience what she had been missing.
What Stukov had shown her, by opening the gate in her cunt. Raven, not Lust, howled in pleasure, her empathic powers out of control, blessing, or cursing, all those around her with the same things she felt, if a bit muted.
Emboldened, guided and enhanced by her will, her demonic pheromones, and the thoughts she had put into the dog's head, the first series was not enough. After she had fucked it to near exhaustion, there was another dog, further east. Then one north. And a fourth, before the sun began to rise, and Lust felt the time was right to withdraw. The busy sections of town, after all, might have more security cameras than she could safely disable.
Yes... time to go home. For now.
Tomorrow, after all, was a whole new day. They may only have six weeks to live, but Lust would enjoy every single one of them.
