Fan Fiction ❯ Releasing Her Demons ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

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, Saorise, Adrian, and Ivan Balthazar.

(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.

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 mostly from the perspectives of the Titan's Characters not the Titans themselves. A line of asterisks ******(to: )****** will signify the change from the Titans to the Characters.

Chapter 12

“Rae, you... that...” Cyborg stuttered, staring at Raven's outfit. Everyone else tried to collect his or her thoughts.

As soon as she was able to speak again Starfire shrieked, “Friend Raven, you look very, what is the word? Paralyzing!”

Robin chuckles softly at Starfire's comment, “The word is stunning Star.”

“Is paralyzed not a form of stun?” She asked, confused. Raven blushed slightly at the compliments she was getting.

Beast Boy eyed Raven for while everyone else was talking, finally he felt a sharp jab into his side. “Is that all it takes to get your attention?” Terra insisted quietly while giving him a glare that would make Medusa stop in her tracks. “Do I need to wear something like that to get your attention? Tell me, how low cut and tight should my outfit be?” She asked Beast Boy sharply.

“Terra it's not, I mean, it's nothing like that. This is just weird for Raven. I can still admire other women can't I?” Beast Boy asked, trying to back away from his angry girlfriend.

“Don't even think about it!” She snapped. “Looking leads to touching, and that's never ok! Unless you want to see other people...” She added slyly.

Beast Boy's eyes instantly went back to Terra, and he frowned apologetically, “No way! But I can't help noticing once and a while,” he protested.

“We'll talk,” Terra sighed deciding this was an argument for another time. Finally speaking up she said, “You look just like a witch now, all you need is the cauldron.”

Terra's smirk disappeared when a candle exploded right next to her. The splattering hot wax nearly landed right on her skin, but instead fell on the carpet right behind her. “Thanks,” Raven growled while straightening her dress.

“Go on man, tell her what you think,” Cyborg insisted quietly while elbowing Robin. “You know one candle already exploded a compliment from you will probably make the entire room blow up,” he chuckled.

Robin sighed and rolled his eyes. “Are we going to get back to the game sometime this century?” he asked.

Raven turned away slightly, she was disappointed that Robin hadn't said anything about her outfit. “Yes, we shouldn't have gotten sidetracked like that. Arachne entered the room...”

(To the characters except Vincent)

“Your friend will be fine,” she said with a smile. “I'm sorry for the trouble I may have caused you, but thank you very much for your help.” Arachne curtsied politely to the group, and glared at Adrian. “Stop pestering the guests,” she hissed. “Aren't you supposed to be helping the guard clean up the streets anyway?” the demoness insisted. Adrian cursed the guards under his breath but trudged out the front door to do his duty.

“So, how do you know Vincent'll be ok?” Rurik asked. “That's some pretty strong poison and I doubt a puny human like him can handle it too well.” Rurik walked over to Arachne and gave her a skeptical look. “Can we see him?” he asked cautiously.

“He's still unconscious, when he wakes up I'll have him brought here.” Arachne said firmly. When the glares didn't relent she explained, “Moving him before he wakes up will just slow down his recovery, and he's in a private area right now. I probably shouldn't have brought him there, but it's the most comfortable place I can think of and thus will be the quickest to help him recover.” She looked around the room to see who was still there, and upon spying the ranger she sighed. “Saorise,” Arachne spat venomously, “you know you won't be able to succeed with an attack on me here so why haven't you left yet?”

Saorise, the ranger, chose to ignore the hint and smiled. “And why did you let your father's minions lose on the city?” she accused the demoness. “Who, besides his loving daughter, would summon him up from the pits of the abyss?” Saorise said bitterly. “Well I can promise you one thing, I'll never be his damn slave again!”

The adventurers stared confused at the scene, not sure what to make of it. Finally Ivellos spoke up, “I'm sure she doesn't want you to be a slave again.”

Saorise stood in the corner shaking with terror the memories started to resurface. “You don't know!” she yelled to the adventurers. “You don't know what it's like being slave to a demon! Especially one like her father!”

Arachne slunk over to a chair near the fireplace and dropped into the seat. “I'm sorry,” she said. “My mother escaped him before I was born, I wouldn't know about that. But I can...” she started to say before being cut off again.

“And yet you brought him here!” Saorise snapped. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Why? What could have possibly possessed you to call him?” She broke into tears, from the horror of her experiences. Her body seemed on fire as she remembered the pain and torture she was forced to endure while serving Arachne's father.

“Friends,” T'klora insisted, “please friends stop with the loud yelling and mean words!” she yelled while walking over to comfort Saorise. “I am sure Friend Arachne had nothing to do with your enslavement,” She was shrugged off by the bitter ranger.

“I've seen his bastard half-breeds before,” Saorise said, still crying softly. “All his bastard children serve him faithfully in mind and body, why should this bitch be special?”

“I'm different because...” the dejected half-demon tried to say, but again was cut off.

“I knew we shouldn't have trusted her, she's probably been working against us this whole time,” Rurik growled. He turned to walk out the door and said to anyone that cared, “Come on y'all Vincent's probably already dead.” Arachne buried her head into her arms and started to cry as quietly as possible when Rurik turned to leave.

Just as he was about to leave the doors opened inward forcing him to step back to prevent being knocked flat on his ass. In strode Natora, sword brandished and followed by all the remaining town guard. “I demand to see Xilosant!” She yelled. “He brought this upon us he must face justice.”

As if on cue Naryldor walked confidently into the room. “Natora,” he smiled warmly, “how nice to see you again. Please have a seat, you and all your friends. Can I get you something to drink, a fine elven wine perhaps?”

“Whoa, wait just a minute! I'm totally lost here what's going on?” Ivellos asked anyone who might have been listening. “Who is this dude?”

“You must be the rest of Arachne's guests. Please, forgive me for not introducing myself,” the elven wizard said. “I'm Naryldor Xilosant, master of this tower. At your service,” the elf said as he bowed respectfully to everyone in the room with one grand gesture.

“And what the hell is going on here?” Rurik asked insistently. “All we do is come to town looking for an inn for the night and we get attacked by hordes of demons. And now we're swept into a huge tower by the daughter of the demons' leader?!”

Arachne was still crying, but was able to compose herself enough to glare harshly at Rurik for a moment. Naryldor saw this and moved in between the two. “The demons,” he stated, “are my fault, in a manner. The protective circle which I use to summon demons was altered, somehow, allowing the demons to exit the circle and teleport into the city.”

While the argument was ensuing Natora and her cohorts spread throughout the room, blocking every exit. They drew their weapons as Natora gave an ultimatum, “Naryldor, you and all of your lackeys are officially under arrest, you're responsible for the demons that have attacked our town. Do not resist or we will be forced to attack.”

Naryldor scoffed, “You're in my tower, full of my apprentices and assistants and you expect me to surrender to you?! Natora you would have a chance to survive an attack, but your solders wouldn't last half a second if I decided to resist.” To emphasize his point he waved his hands, a glow came over the room and five large stone golems walked out of the walls. “I'll repay the damages, and send people to exterminate the demons. Now, you can have your solders leave, or risk them being attacked. It's your choice.”

The Paladin sighed softly, “Men fan out and search the city, help any survivors and kill any of the last demons you find.” She stopped when they looked at her like she was an escape mental patient. “THAT”S AN ORDER!” she shouted as loudly as she could. “MOVE OUT!” Instantly the solders filed out the front door, followed by the golems. “What are you doing?!” she insisted.

“Don't worry, they're going to help your solders.” Naryldor assured the worried Paladin. “But please, Natora stay here we have business to discuss,” Naryldor said as he again motioned for her to take a seat. “Arachne, would you go see how our wizard friend is doing? The rest of our friends here will introduce themselves and get acquainted with Natora before we send them off to eradicate the demons.”

Arachne got up from her chair and walked back through the door she came in through. As Rurik jumped in front of Naryldor and exclaimed, “Hold up! No way we're doing your grunt work for you. That just ain't happening.” He waved his axe Naryldor with moving to his flanks for reinforcement Ivellos and Sapphire in step.

T'klora stood alone confused by her friends' actions. “Why do we not wish to help? It would be the right thing to do, would it not?” She asked in a voice just loud enough to be heard.

“Dude, no way!” Ivellos said. “I could be killed or worse, mangled so I don't have my awesome looks anymore.” He motioned to his face, while Rurik stifled a laugh. “Hey, I'm better looking then any dwarf though,” he said smirking at Rurik.

“You wish,” the flustered dwarf countered. “You ugly elves don't even have beards, how can you look good without a beard?” he asked while running his hands through his braided beard tails.

Naryldor sighed, “This could take a while Natora, you had best get comfortable.”

(To: Vincent and Arachne)

Arachne quietly entered her room. `I don't want to wake him up,' she thought. `He's got enough trouble fighting off the poison, he doesn't have nearly enough to deal with a clumsy half-demon,' she refused to look at Vincent fearing her gaze alone would wake him. After several minutes she finally walked over to the edge of her bed and sat next to the unconscious wizard.

A few seconds later, Vincent groaned softly and turned over. His eyes flittered open and looked right onto Arachne. “Great,” he said quietly, “well at least I know I didn't get sent to the abyss when I died.”

Arachne blushed slightly, “You're not dead. You managed to survive the poison. And if I did die, I would go straight to the abyss being half-demon and all.”

He shook his head and stared blankly for a few minutes. “What happened?” the confused human asked. “Last thing I remember is being outside some inn and a ranger jumped down at us...” he trailed off. There was a long uncomfortable silence, “Wait, was she right? Are you are a half-demon?” he asked cautiously.

Arachne looked away from him instantly, “Yes I'm a half-demon.” Her voice shrank to a barely audible whisper, “I, I will understand if don't wish to speak with me anymore.” She started to cry softly, “I was given no choice in my birth though, and I know many believe it would be better if I had never existed at all.”

“Hey, you've saved my life. That makes you a good person in my book,” he said gently while sitting up and positioning himself right next to her. “Half-demon or not I would be honored to call you a friend,” he whispered as put his arms around her and turned the crying beauty so her head was resting on his shoulder.

Arachne's crying stopped slowly and looked up at Vincent with a vulnerable smile, “Really?” she asked.

“Really, really” Vincent said. He stood slowly, keeping her in his arms since she wasn't making any moves to escape him.

“You're friends are waiting for you in the entrance chamber,” she said. “I'll show you to them.”

“Thank you m'lady” Vincent said. He took one of his arms from around the demoness and grabbed her hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it softly, causing Arachne to turn bright crimson. Arachne stepped back, but stumbled slightly. Vincent quickly caught her causing her blush even more. She murmured something unintelligible, took his right hand with her left and led him out the door.