Teen Titans Presents; The End – Part Omni – Armageddon

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Chapter 6: The Forewarned Prophetess

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Raven will not be doing much in this chapter until later, and no slash. She's actually "attracting" her warriors to fend off threats by another ability (but that won't be revealed yet.)

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They scaled the rocky surface as lava pooled and bubbled to their left sides. Raven was sure the cloak was too much so she stuck with the tarp being given to Slade to carry – when he refused, Constantine being that kind of guy, placed the item inside of a time – dimensional pocket to retrieve for later. Slade was a lobster with claws in the background after he'd missed his chance to do something right for a change.

Let alone, good.

The two anti – heroes did not squabble; they got along for Raven to not slice and dice them on the grill that was Trigon's old hidey hole. "How long is this tunnel, DS?" John grunted as Slade did the same, not answering a moment as he peered over the other man's shoulder. "Should be close. We have to jump to that ledge. It's broken off."

"I can try to levit –

"Alerting the demons of our presence." Slade sighed. " Again, there is no way until that gets to you, my dear. You're as human as the rest of us."

"Metas sure can talk." John huffed. " I'm a magi, mate. We don't work on bloody batteries."

The mage pointed at the rocks as the bridge of broken shards had Slade growling under his bandages.

"Cocky."

"Of the walk, which we'll be doing if you keep scowling a hole into my poor heart." Snickered the wizarding soul. Raven moved along as John went first to test his handy work. "See? Piece of –

The bridge was not only together, but large enough to form a rocky raft as the three fell. Raven gripping the sides as the lava below would have gotten her to use her powers. Slade moved in and dragged his arm to block the burns from both. His hissing worse as she moved to try and heal him. He glared at her as they fell into the lava pool and drifted towards a large stone doorway. "There." Slade grunted and sat up, Raven staring harshly at John as he rubbed his neck and sighed roughly. "Fine, lov. I've got the damned bloke, sah…you are….packing."

Up they scaled and to the door as one palm from Raven had the walls shudder. "Open, sesame?" John cocked his head at the phenomenon. "She's connected to him, what else is new." Groaned the now healing merc. "Shite, mate! That was, fast –

"It wasn't ten degrees too late." Slade shoved the magi's arm from his healing one. "I'm fine, and yet this is more important anyways."

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Raven had been the key to the door, which had John wonder if the mercenary was hiding his real motives for taking Raven to this place as he tagged along. "Hotter, just like you said, Sladie." John pulled at his coat and moved his trench to the same pocket as Raven's makeshift robe. "This place…it's a temple. Why did this end up in our world?"

"It was not the original sin, child." The boat of rock hit the alter as Raven got up, John not moving fast enough to help her out as Slade took that role from his hands. "Careful."

"I'm alright. How are your wounds."

"Better." Slade flexed his right arm as if it were only a minor scratch. John frowned as Slade tipped the boat by getting out of it. His weight had balanced it, so the splash had been for John as payback. "There is more you don't know; Trigon and Azar were once familiar allies. That was until his quest for power sent the demon to leave his god hood and steal worlds. Turning its inhabitants to stone."

"He's a forest giant?" John scratched his head. "Loki has a similar backstory."

"Most do in myth. He was, no different." Slade moved to show them the great carving of a featured relic. The real prophecy. The one Trigon had manipulated to have his way. "Raven couldn't see it before, yet she is the descendent of Azar. Azar was not just a seer; she was the mother of Trigon the Terrible before his turning. And she, holds the power to saving our world."

"I, didn't awaken it in time."

"That's fine, because it wasn't time to."

Slade's least favorite mate put a hand on his shoulder and wasn't sure what to believe at this point. "So, the reason he wanted Raven to open the gates was to take, but he didn't find a way to destroy his…this is baloney!"

"Like the rest of your misadventures, Constantine?" Slade's masked face quirked up a smirk as Raven looked at Azar's message set in stone before the alter, currently underground. "Why was this even here? Was I supposed to learn about my heritage? My destiny?"

"As a Demi – god and eventually deity of space and time, maybe."

"Are you right in the head, DS? Is she –

"A goddess. If she claims her rites before Trigon discovers a flaw to his conquest of this plane." Slade told them both. "She's the only one, the one who broke the world and must fix it to become her truest self. Trigon hid that fact, yet I found more than those rings." Slade turned to look at a rather shocked empath.

"I found, Hope."

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They found blessedly, a way to the surface via John's magic and his compass from another universe of child – faced explorers. (A joke on Dora.) "Well, what comes next, mates?"

He had to ask, as Raven looked to the side. Embarrassed to say this was somewhat bothering her, and Slade…he just didn't like magical heroes, period.

"Something tells me we'll be going separate ways." John rubbed he neck and leaned to see if Raven would squawk the reason. Yet. Slade seemed determined to keep tabs. "How will you complete your new mission, lov?"

"We'll manage, and I…we, thank you for taking the time to pal around. This mission is too big for a mortal and a –

"You just won't stop it, will you??" Huffed the magi. "This world turned to shite; you think YOU'RE the only anti– hero's that's laid a bloody finger on the red ogre?? I'm appalled that this poor child has no one else to trust but a blinded…..selfish…man – child of a washed up warrior! You're a true idiot if you think –

"I'd never leave her life to a damned joke like you, whelp." Slade stood up to the man, Raven trying to collect her magic. "This is pointless, you both should stay."

"You'll get us all killed if we trust this…this….mad dog to a JLA operative's business, lov. You shouldn't trust what he's after. He'll kill you off once this is all said and lost to time's web." Scoffed the sneering magi. "Raven, I want you to look at this man and tell me he's not up to his old tricks. How did he bloody know about Azar so quickly?"

"He helped Trigon, must have learned how to counter his demonic powers somehow."

"I'd say that sounds within reason, and I'll only work with him on one condition." Slade crossed his arms as the demon's seat felt a tad cooler than before. "If he doesn't stay third wheel, you're both on your own from here."

"Damned gorilla…have you gone completely mad?"

"I'm serious, John." Slade warned in his own lower voice; the one he'd spoken to Robin in before they had found Raven in the underground of Trigon's "coming."

"Raven is not supposed to use her demon powers, but in the same light she may have to use that light which could be a risk in attracting the worst this new plane has to offer."

"And what do you suppose would happen if you two didn't get along? Could I turn back into a demon? Isn't that why you don't want me to lose control?" Raven frowned up at Slade as he went silent at her valid point. "You sound like my daughter. Fine. I'll make peace with the magician."

She sighed, John doing the same only after his glare had gotten to tell Deathstroke that he wouldn't let him break another promise. "If a hair is left out of place on her head or mine, you'll be sent to sub zero cold without a bit of flesh left to keep you toasty." Constantine stated in warning, rather darkly. If any of the JLA is alive, I think it best to try and reach back out. How bout it?"

"My friends…" Raven looked at the seat her father had once watched over her world on. "They're all destroyed. The blast didn't leave anyone to survive. And, how can I come to my full potential when the world –

"I've seen in before." John smiled back to her, Slade moving to see if his grapple was still useful for anything. "You'll do brilliant, lov. I'm sure you'll see them again when we push back the dial."

"We can?"

"Time is a construct, so of course." Snickered the magi as DS's eyes squinted at his partner's attitude.

"Time still never sleeps, nor does is stand still for any living being in the galaxy." The merc grumbled before retrieving the roped portion of his line. "We'll be walking towards the next city. Star is about twenty miles in the opposite direction as this one. Any rate, food would be a nice change of pace."

John shook his head. "Oh, cause you're a glutton on steroids, we all must fall in line? How about it?" He asked Raven as she shrugged off the odd tension of Slade's cold eye on them both. "I think, if we can find anything, I wish it could be a still functioning kettle."

"That's the spirit." Smiled the magi as Slade made sure to be certain that nothing was listening in. Bodyguard, healer, and ….what was John but some useless entertainment for the road?

"Then, it's settled." Hopping down from the large rock structure that had once cushioned Trigon's large red derier (typo,) the three made haste to locate a way to contact maybe a single soul besides themselves that was still alive, still here at the end of existence. Of this nearly forever, Armageddon caused by a teenaged casualty.

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