Fan Fiction ❯ Releasing Her Demons ❯ Chapter 13 ( Chapter 13 )

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 rogue

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 (they don't seem to work on FF.net) ******(to: )****** will signify the change from the Titans to the Characters.

Chapter 13

After several minutes of arguing between the fierce dwarven fighter and the vocal elven druid Naryldor finally had to interrupt. “Gentlemen, and I use that term as loosely as possible, can you shut up for a minute! We discuss how we're going to destroy the demons that have escaped from the Abyss.”

Both Rurik and Ivellos stopped and glared at Nary. “And who let the demons out?!” Rurik insisted. “Besides we aren't going to help you with your little mess! You let them out you get them back.”

“Dude, this is your problem, you deal with it,” Ivellos agreed, while giving Rurik a high-five.

Naryldor shook his head in despair as he watched the two friends agree so quickly after their argument, “Will you please let me finish?” After a moment of silence he decided it was finally time for him to continue. “Thank you. Now as I was saying I need your help return the demons to kill the demons or recapture them,” Nary saw a swell of imminent protests. To quell these issues he quickly added, “You will be rewarded for your help. I have access to a great deal of resources and I am not against paying to get a job as important as this done.”

“Alright, you've got my help,” Sapphire said rubbing her hands together eagerly. “Just as long as you pay very well.”

Nary sighed softly and muttered under his breath, “Is wealth all they ever think about? Back when I was an adventure it was different.” He quickly spoke up though to take attention away from his mutterings, “Of course, I'll discuss payment with each of you individually. After you agree to give your assistance, of course. Do we have a deal?” he asked calmly.

“I don't know. How do we know we can trust you?” Rurik asked suspiciously. “We would probably be better off if we just went on our way...” he trailed off, while running his hands through his beard thoughtfully.

“You have my assistance also New Friend Naryldor,” T'klora declared happily. She smiled warmly, looked to Rurik and said, “Please Friend Rurik; join Friend Sapphire and myself with the extermination of the demons. It could conceivably be fun, could it not?”

Ivellos looked over at Natora, he saw that she had a resigned look of acceptance. He decided that this was because she had already come to terms with the fact that she was going. Ivellos shot her a suave smile, “I'd be more then happy to help Natora.” He looked over at Naryldor and said with all the benevolence he could muster, “No reward needed.” Ivellos glanced over at Natora to see her reaction, and was sorely disappointed when she rolled her eyes and turned away.

“And you sir dwarf? Have you decided yet?” Naryldor asked Rurik politely. Nary walked over to the dwarf and gave him a confident smile. “You do know these demons will wreak havoc on anything in their path, and I can't do this alone.”

Rurik was about to reply when the door on the back wall opened. Through it walked Vincent in his tattered robe. He was leaning heavily on Arachne, but they both made it through the door without stumbling. The adventurers rushed over to Vincent and Arachne. Natora, Saorise and Naryldor, however, stayed back from the excitement.

“Friend Vincent!” T'klora shouted. “I am very glad you are still alive,” she turned and looked at Arachne. “He will remain well right?” she asked seriously. “I would not like it if one of our friends died.”

Arachne smiled softly, “Yes he'll be fine, T'klora wasn't it?” she said trying to remember everyone's names. “He will need another day or two of rest though before he has fully recovered. One of the servants is preparing a room for him as we speak.”

Vincent took in his surroundings for a moment. Instantly he noticed the Elven wizard in the middle of the room was the one in charge, and he had a very potent magical aura flowing about him. “You must be Naryldor,” Vincent said to the elf and bowed respectfully. “I have heard rumors of your great power, and it is an honor to be in your presence.”

Naryldor lightly laughed, “Thank you Vincent, but many of those rumors are greatly exaggerated. My power is not as great as many would believe. Please everyone be seated.”

Vincent smiled and nodded, looking at everyone else in the room with a firm glare that demanded respect. He walked over to a chair, turned it to face the center of the room and sat down in it. After a moment of hesitation everyone but the Arachne did. She went over and whispered something to Naryldor. He shook his head and motioned for her to go and sit as well. Reluctantly she walked pulled a chair up away from everyone else and sat down.

“I'm going to get right to the point,” Naryldor said as soon as everyone sat down. “The demon that escaped is tremendously powerful. I would have a difficult time defeating him by myself, and that is if I could even find him. He's had over 24 hours to run rampant, and with that much time he could be anywhere.” Naryldor paused for a moment to let everyone take in the information. “I am going to need help from everyone here. I would like you to track down his minions and see what information you can extract from them. I will be trying to find the demon directly. Everyone that desires will be rewarded lavishly for your efforts,” Nary motioned with his hands and the door leading outside opened up. “If any of you aren't willing to help, this is your chance to leave.” He paused for a moment. Rurik stood up to walk out the door but was promptly pulled back by T'klora. Naryldor nodded, “I'll have rooms made ready for you, until then you're free to explore the tower as you wish. Just stay out of any rooms with locked doors. Now if you will excuse me I have work that demands my attention.” He bowed to the adventurers, turned and exited the room swiftly, but unhurriedly.

Arachne slinked out of her chair and quietly tried to make her way for the nearest door. Saorise grabbed her arm though, and prevented her from escaping. “How do we know we can trust you half-breed?” the ranger hissed.

Rurik rumbled over and joined in on Saorise's accusation. “She's not coming with us though, right? I hate to think what she would do if she came.”

Vincent cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. “Well I think Arachne would be a huge help. She's the knows more about the demons then any of us.”

Saorise leered over shoulder at Vincent, but Arachne prevented an argument before it could start. “No M'lord, I probably don't. My mother escaped before I was born and died when I was very young. Naryldor has cared for me ever since my mother died. I know only what he has taught me.”

“And I was a slave of her SoB father for 18 years,” yelled Saorise. Her body was seething with anger. Her hands instantly grabbed the swords at her hips, and it obviously took all her control to keep from drawing them. “I know too much about them! But if I go the half-breed doesn't!”

“Friends, please let us retire for the night. Perhaps we will be able to solve our problems after a rest,” suggested T'klora.

Everyone looked around the room; it was obvious that the entire group was exhausted. They all reluctantly nodded their heads and sat in silence until a servant came and escorted them to their rooms, everyone except Vincent. He was taken to the Naryldor's laboratory.

Vincent looked around the room, he stood in awe at all the equipment and materials scattered throughout the room. There were various vials of colored liquid, parts from various rare animals, minerals, and gemstones. Old parchments and spell books covered most of the tables and most of the floors. The only empty totally empty space in the entire room was the summoning circle in the middle of the room. Naryldor was kneeling beside it and examining the symbols carved in the floor.

“Vincent, would you help me examine this. Someone altered my circle, and I can't seem to find where the change is,” the Elf motioned for Vincent to come over and take a look.

Vincent hesitantly walked over. “I doubt I can find anything you haven't found, you're far more powerful and experienced then I am. I barely have experience summoning minor elementals.” He reluctantly kneeled down and started going over all the complex symbols. He had no idea what most of them were for, and he knew how to make even fewer.

“Back when I was young, around your age probably a very experienced wizard, named Steve, tried to make a summoning “circle” with sawdust. It was big news, very revolutionary.” Naryldor paused to go over a symbol three times. He finally took his finger off it and decided there weren't any problems with the symbol. “He called it Grant's Ear, and made it in the shape of a square. He even tried to change the name from summoning to, gallomphing. Almost everyone agreed with him, even though no one had seen his research. Well he tried it and the demon broke free instantly.”

Vincent sighed, but listened to the story as well as he could while examining the circle. He was still totally confused as to the meaning of the symbols, but he could finally see a little bit of a. odd pattern in the arcane marks. He followed the pattern slowly, trying to look for anything that seemed out of place. “What does the story have to do with anything?” Vincent asked politely.

“I'm just telling a story if you find a point in it so be it.” Naryldor again looked over a mark very carefully several times and left it alone after a few minutes of inspection. “Well no one heard anything from Grant, but they still tried his summoning method. Everyone that tried it died because they followed something they didn't understand, or even have any idea how it worked.” Vincent was quickly getting irritated with what he thought of as ramblings, but was quickly distracted by something he thought was missing in the pattern. He kept quiet while Naryldor continued, “My great-grandfather, a friend of Grant, knew the idea wouldn't work. He didn't follow Grant because he knew Grant was wrong. You have to do what you think is right, even if it goes against everyone you trust.

Vincent took a second to think, keeping a finger on the symbol he thought was faulty. “You're saying that I should bring Arachne along even though everyone else doesn't think she'll help, right?”

“I'm just telling you a story about my childhood, if that's how you want to take it that's your choice.” Naryldor smiled. He looked over at Vincent's finger and saw the symbol under it. “That's it!” he exclaimed. “You found the alteration, thank you Vincent. I have to fix it right away. There's a servant waiting outside for you, if you'll be kind enough to leave me to my work he'll show you to your room.” Naryldor stood and walked over to the biggest workbench and picked up several items.

Vincent wanted to say something, but decided against it. He left the room and followed the servant to the chamber that was prepared for him.