Fan Fiction ❯ Releasing Her Demons ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Releasing Her Demons

By: Jedi_Zea

Summary: Raven finally decides to join the other Titans in a game, but it's not a video game. She wants them to play Dungeons & Dragons and decides to share something about herself while doing so. PG-13

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, Dungeons and Dragons, any of the places I got my music from, or any other real things I may make reference to while writing this story. I do, however, own all the other characters except Natora and Saorise, although you don't get to know Saorise's name in this chapter.

(Author Notes) I will be adding OC's to the story and if you want one, send me an email describing him/her/it. I'll have to look it over and send you a reply. I am making most of my characters follow the rules so if I can't do what you want because of the rules I'm sorry. I need a few evil characters, the general of the evil demon army, and the demon king's mistress.

The Titan's Characters

Robin Vincent, human Wizard

Cyborg Rurik, Dwarven fighter

BB Ivellos, Elven Druid

Terra Sapphire, Halfling rouge

Starfire T'klora, Half-Elven bard

Raven primarily Arachne, half-demon sorceress; but she controls everyone else too

This chapter is from the perspectives of the Titan's Characters not the Titans themselves. I'm only doing it this way so I don't have to deal with explaining all the dice rolls.

Chapter 7

The first dretch lumbered slowly closer to the group of adventurers as fast as it could. However it was too slow to get to the close very close. Vincent reacted quickly and canted “Va'duel S'leno Samat'ska.” A bolt of white magic shot forth from his right hand, hitting the ugly demon squarely in the chest. The creature stumbled from the force of the magical attack, but it quickly regained composure and poised itself to charge.

As this was happening the third Quasit shrieked loudly and hovered above the six adventurers. As it screamed loudly the adventurers felt a wave of fear overcome them. Arachne saw this and muttered the same words Vincent did, “Va'duel S'leno Samat'ska.” A bolt of magic shot forth from her right hand as well. Her black bolt intercepted the demon square in the chest, causing it to fall to the ground from the force of the magical attack.

Ivellos was still recovering from the fear as the two other dretches circled around the back of the adventurers and growled fiercely. They stood for a moment surveying their prey, deciding how to best attack. Rurik seeing this charged up to the injured demon directly in front of him and swung his axe fiercely. The powerful attack managed to slice off one of the demon's hideous arms, and make his black blood spill all over the wet ground.

T'klora, saw the chaos around her, started singing an epic ballad in an attempt to bolster her comrades. Her sweet voice invigorated all of her companions within hearing range of her, which in pitched battle was about 30 feet.

Without warning came, from the shadows, an arrow, piercing the winged demons that had flown behind the adventurers. The arrow went flew directly into the creature's head causing it to fall to the ground immobilized. The wound wasn't able to regenerate from the arrow and it lay on the ground bleeding. As this happened a figure ran forth from the fray in the city.

The figure was a plate-clad female, entirely encased in armor, and she brandished a large two-handed sword. She shouted a tribute to her god before bringing the sword down into the flesh of one of the humanoid demons that appeared to be approaching T'klora. The demon turned immediately to the armored female and tried to bring his claws down onto her head, but with a quick sidestep the woman moved away and the demon's claws instead hitting the air and overbalanced the creature; causing it to fall face first into the dirt at the woman's feet. Without missing a beat the woman took up her sword and stabbed the creature in the head finishing it off with her magical sword.

With the confusion Sapphire decided to slink away from her group, and drew another arrow from her quiver. She looked around the battlefield and saw that one of the uninjured quasit was preparing to dive bomb Vincent and Arachne. She let lose her arrow, but it was a split second late. The demon had already swooped under her arrow's trajectory and bared its teeth at Vincent. He wasn't able to react in time and the demon's teeth sunk into his right arm, causing a gush of blood. Drips of a green venom mingled with the blood on Vincent's arm as he clutched the injury. The Quasit saw that the battle was lost however, and decided not to be as stupid as its brethren. It instantly shot off above the heads of the adventurers and flew back towards the fray in the city where he could find easier prey.

The dretch in front of Rurik finally managed to regain composure enough to strike. It lunged at Rurik with its remaining claw, but Rurik saw the attack coming before it could be launched and swung his axe up lopping off the demon's remaining claw before it could come into contact with his armor. This appeared to be the last bit of injury the creature could take, because after his arm was severed he fell to the ground bleeding to death.

The other Dretch also saw that the battle had been lost, and ran off away from the city. He didn't run fast enough though because another arrow shot out of the shadows and drove directly into his back, entering his ribs and piercing his heart. The creature instantly fell to the ground dead.

“Hail and well met,” came a gruff female voice from the woman clad in plate. “Thank you for your help against the foul demons. I believe this is the last of them. All that's left is for the town guard to wipe the last few demons out of the city.” The woman took her helmet off to reveal a tanned face, with soft beautiful features, very long black hair, and aqua colored eyes. She stuck her sword in the ground and wiped the purplish demon blood off of it, “I'm Natora, Paladin of Tyr. Sorry about the mess, the damn wizards can't ever seem to get anything right. I don't trust their magic; they dabble too much into what they shouldn't. Well for all its worth, “ she continued and bowed respectfully to the group of adventurers, “Welcome to Nibelheim.” She surveyed the group suspiciously, but lead them into town.

“So, how did a babe like you get such a rotten profession as this?” Ivellos slyly asked Natora on the way into town.

Natora sighed softly, ignoring the fact that the elf was obviously hitting on her. “I was called into duty when I was young. One day while I was playing in the woods a pack of wolves surrounded me, I screamed for help. Luckily a man heard and rushed to my rescue, he was also a Paladin of Tyr. I asked him what I could do to repay him for his help, but he just said that I had to be a good little girl and more careful. When I got back to town I asked my parents what the symbol on his shield was, and they told me it was the symbol of Tyr. I begged them to let me be like that brave man, but they wouldn't for several years. When I turned 15 they finally saw there wasn't anything they could do to stop me from leaving, so they gave me their blessing and sent me off to the nearest temple where I could study to be come a Paladin. I've been serving Tyr ever since.”

About an hour, and several demons later, “Um, Natora,” Arachne said. “Thank you for your help but I believe we can find our way from here.”

“Aren't you new to this town?” she queried while eyeing the hooded girl suspiciously. “Never mind, I have business to attend to anyway. Be careful there might still be some demons around.” With that Natora walked out the door and went to reorganize what was left of the town guard.

After inspecting the empty inn they decided there wasn't anything useful in it. Upon exiting the inn a figure dropped from the rooftop and pointed an arrow right between Arachne's eyes from so close it was almost touching her skin. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now, demon bitch,” The female voice demanded fiercely. The woman was a half-elf, dressed in a brown tunic, dark brown leather pants, and a pair of short swords gleamed at her hips. She stared down Arachne with her cold gray eyes. The half-elf quickly glanced to the Arachne's companions and hissed, “None of you move or she gets it!”

“What do you want with our new friend?” T'klora insisted. “She has done nothing to you has she?”

“Done nothing?! She is the reason the demons attacked the town! She's the reason I was a slave for the first 18 years of my life!” The woman yelled furiously. All the while her grip on the arrow tightened and she prepared to shoot the arrow right into Arachne's head. “The demon that lead attack the village was her father,” the voice persisted. “She's an evil half-demon bastard, and shouldn't even be allowed to live. She's an abomination to her human mother, and just a toy to her father.”

Arachne sighed softly and started to cry from the painful words, “Kill me if you must then. It's probably better if I'm dead anyway.”

“Hold up!” Rurik shouted. “I don't trust her one bit, but isn't there some other way to solve this then by killing her? She did help kill the demons that attacked us after all.”

The woman scoffed at Rurik, “And who do you think shot those arrows that saved all your lives? Then again you were probably so busy trying to fight you didn't even realize I saved you.”

“Drop the bow,” Vincent's voice insisted from Arachne's side. With the words of protection Arachne took a quivering breath and stopped crying. “She said she didn't summon the demons! You should at least hear her out.”

As Vincent was speaking Sapphire decided to take matters into her own hands. She quietly disappeared into the shadows and snuck up behind the half-elven woman. Quietly and swiftly she took the short swords from their sheaths and pressed them into the half-elf's back. “Put down the bow, or you'll die before you get the arrow off,” the halfling insisted. “Now!”

Slowly the woman took the arrow from her bow and put it back into her quiver. “Don't you understand?” she insisted. “This woman is a half-demon, she's responsible for the attack on the town. It's her father's minions that attacked.”

“Is this true?” Rurik asked. “Are the demons servants of your father?”

Arachne shied back at the question, stepping behind Vincent again. “We-well they are my father's minions,” She said. “But I never wanted them to come here. I didn't summon them I swear,” Arachne added quickly. She started to cry again softly, “I didn't mean for this to happen any of it. It, it was an accident, my, my father somehow was able to jump into the summoning portal instead of the demon he was trying to summon. He...”

“Who?” Ivellos asked forcefully. “Who did the summoning? If you didn't who did?” He said as he was walking up menacingly to Vincent and the half-demon girl who was desperately trying to hide behind him.

“He's and elven wizard, Naryldor Xilosant. He was trying to summon one of my father's lieutenant's, but somehow my father managed to enter the portal instead.” She sobbed softly. “I didn't know he could do that. I just want to know how to get rid of my father for good. Please don't kill me, please,” Arachne begged, while falling to her knees continued to cry.

“Don't worry,” Vincent said. “Everything will be fine, just bring us to see Naryldor and we'll straighten this all out. Ok everyone?” He asked while trying to help Arachne up. “Oh, and before I forget,” he said turning to the half-elf while still helping Arachne. “I'm Vincent, these are Sapphire, T'klora, Rurik, and Ivellos. It's a pleasure to meet you.” Vincent said while pointing with his free arm to the others when he said their name. When Arachne finally stood up Vincent started to take a step, but as soon as his foot came off the ground he weakened and collapsed forward.

“Vincent...” Everyone shouted, but it was too late the poison had gotten to him.