Fan Fiction ❯ Releasing Her Demons ❯ Chapter 22 ( Chapter 22 )

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

Kinsha: Thanks for the advice. I'll be sure to try and add other things in the chapters, but this is primarily a Robin/Raven story so it will still be primarily them.

Saint Raven: Yeah, I like keeping my characters in the dark about what's happening. Even Raven can't know everything that goes on in her head; I know I can't keep track of all the voices in mine so why should she be able to? Sorry it was so short and I know this chapter isn't that long either, but I'll try to make them longer in the future. I wanted to get this one up on time though.

Hobbitfancier77: Sorry the chapters are so short. I've been getting complaints so I'm going to try and work to make them longer after this one. I'm glad you like the story so much, and to be honest if I hadn't started letting people read the story would have died in my head so I'm glad people are reading it.

nekuyasha: I wouldn't call Raven herself dumb-ass, but definitely a little out of touch. Hopefully it takes long enough for something to happen when he's painting, and I'm sure trouble will rear it's head if not in this chapter soon.

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. Also the only characters I own are Vincent, Rurik, Ivellos, T'klora, Sapphire, Arachne, Naryldor, and a few others so don't steal any of the characters, especially the ones people let me use but aren't mine.

 

Chapter 22

 

“It's my father,” Raven said. She was leaning on a blue tarp that covered most of her bookshelves and watching Robin paint. “He's the one that sent Slade.”

 

“And who is your Father, some super-villain like Lex Luthor?” Robin asked while putting the starting to paint a crescent moon over Raven's bed. “You're going to have to explain a little more if you want me to let up.”

 

Raven took a deep breath and started again, “I know Dick, but you're going to have to let me explain everything without interruption, and if I stop push me to keep going no matter what I say or do.” Robin took his gaze from painting for a minute and stared directly into Raven's dead serious eyes. He slowly nodded and turned back to his painting. “My father is a powerful demon named Trigon. Arachne's heritage is the same as mine, a human sorceress raped by a powerful demon.”

 

Raven stopped for a minute and focused her energy before continuing. She expected Robin to speak up and say something, but he didn't. `Come on Dick, aren't you going to make me talk soon?' she wondered impatiently. After a moment of she started up again, “My emotions have always been dangerous, even as a child. My mother was bent on killing herself when she found out she was pregnant, but a disciple of the Temple of Azarath found her. Members of the temple brought her to the planet Azarath, and I was born there. There I was trained to control my emotions before I could even walk. I've never really known what it's like to be emotionally free since if I felt anything I could destroy buildings and kill people. I almost never saw my mother. She hid herself away, and refused to see me.”

 

Raven stopped again and watched Robin paint for a while longer. Robin was blocking most of the scenery, so she couldn't tell what he was painting, but she trusted that it would be something she'd like. Still she was curious, “So what will the room look like after you're done Dick?”

 

Robin winced Raven's use of his name, but tried his best not to show it. “And I suppose you've figured out who Batman is too, right?” he remarked bitterly. Raven opened her mouth to say yes, but before she had a chance to speak he added, “Yes it's him. But you're probably not going to get a chance to meet him unless you go to the ball with me.”

 

“Don't we spend enough time together already Dick?”

 

Robin chuckled softly, “Raven I can never spend enough time with you.” Robin paused and looked down to the jars at his feet. “And you might want to calm down unless you want to buy me some new paints I suggest you calm down.”

 

“Oops sorry,” Raven whispered while blushing. Another long silence passed between them before Raven finally broke it, “I've been a little concerned about Terra lately, she was conspicuously absent when Slade reappeared.”

 

“I know, I told Beast Boy to talk to her about it a while ago. I think he's finally going to approach her about it today,” Robin said with a smile. He let another few seconds pass between them before he urged Raven to continue her story, “Raven, you were talking about your mother…”

 

“Her name was Arella, she was a member of a mystical cult and was chosen to become the bride of Trigon. He abandoned her shortly after mating with her, and that's what caused her to become suicidal. I was never told how the Temple of Azarath found her, or if she found them. The magistrate of the Temple threw me into Limbo for fear that I was to bring evil to the planet. He feared the evil because when I was born it was seen that on my 18th birthday something bad would happen; something that eventually cause the destruction of the planet I was on. I turned 18 this year.

 

Raven hesitated again, and stared at the beautiful nighttime sky that Robin was painting on her wall. He had finished with the moon and was working on getting swirling purple-black hue of the sky. “How did you get out of Limbo?” Robin pressed lightly.

 

“Azar, the leader of the temple saved me, and banished the magistrate for what he did to me. Then Azar took me under her wing and taught me how to control my powers. It took me several years to get enough control so that I didn't break several precious objects a day, but Azar was patient and taught me several ways to control my powers. The ones I took to the most were meditation and, believe it or not music. I can sing, and play the electric guitar as well as a traditional Azarathian string instrument that's name translates roughly to Twilight's Grace.”

 

“Really, I never would have guessed you could sing,” Robin remarked quietly. “I hope I get the chance to hear you sometime,” he smiled.

 

“A few years after I had gained rudimentary control Azar died of natural causes. After her death I started to have dreams of,” Raven stopped took a deep breath, “dreams of my true father. I hadn't known about my heritage until I was 14, nor had I been told about what had been seen in my future. The dreams were, disconcerting, to say the least. I became obsessed with stopping the dreams, and eventually went into Limbo against the advice of my teachers. My father nearly killed me in the battle that ensued, but my mother followed me. She held off Trigon until I could escape. I haven't seen her since.

 

“Two years later I left Azarath. I couldn't bear the memory of my mother's death, and I believed I had learned everything I could from my teachers. I knew what the Earth was like, but it was so different from Azarath I still had a bit of culture shock. Shortly thereafter I joined the Titans.”

 

“But why is Trigon after you now?” Robin insisted. He stopped painting and went over to face Raven directly. “And why is he using Slade?”

 

“I don't know why he's using Slade against us. Maybe to scare us with an enemy we thought long dead.” Raven focused her energy and closed her eyes. She knew why Trigon was here, but she wasn't sure she was ready to tell anyone yet. `I guess I don't have a choice though,” she decided. “He is after me because after I destroy the planet, and after his power completely possesses me I'll be able to spread the seed of his evil throughout this universe and several others. But most importantly he wants me to produce a child. According to the seers my first child will be, if produced when I'm possessed by Trigon's evil, the ultimate demonic servant for Trigon.”

 

“Thank you Rae, I appreciate that you've come clean with me.” Robin smiled warmly at the demoness standing in front of him. Raven took a step closer and grabbed onto Robin. She held him tight, but didn't say a word. She didn't need to. Robin wrapped his arms around her protectively and tried understood how hard it was for her to explain her entire past, but he knew that even with his tragic history the pain he felt couldn't compare to that of the dark woman in his arms.

 

(Elsewhere in the Tower)

 

Beast Boy was walking down the hallway. Robin had finally forced him to confront Terra with their concerns. She hadn't been present on Raven's birthday, and Slade had reappeared. Everyone was worried about that, well everyone but him. “I don't see why I have to talk to her about it,” he muttered as he walked into the living room.

 

“Talk to who about what?” Terra asked from the couch. She was lying around in her uniform, just flipping through the channels. There was nothing interesting on, but she decided to feign interest in whatever cheesy sitcom was on.

 

“Actually I need to talk to you Terra,” he began hesitantly. BB slowly walked across the room, and sat next to his girlfriend on the couch. He noticed she was nursing a strangely shaped red mark on her wrists. “Heh, sorry about that babe. It was your idea though,” he said.

 

“Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?” Terra asked gently. “Like you said it was my idea, and as I recall I had to convince you it was ok.” She smiled warmly to him and winked, “It was worth it though.”

 

They both laughed nervously recalling what had happened earlier. “If you say so,” the green Titan remarked. “That's not what we need to talk about though. Remember when you left for `personal reasons' about a month ago?” he asked slowly. She silently nodded and bade him continue. “Well Slade kind of came back.”

 

For a split second neither Titan spoke, although the silence seemed to continue forever. “He did?” Terra asked in a frightened whisper.

 

“Yeah,” Beast Boy nodded, “he did. Everyone else was worried that-”

 

Terra cut him off with a soft sob, and she flung herself into his arms. “Don't let him get near me again! Last time I almost…” Beast Boy wrapped his arms around her and held her shaking body. He was convinced that she couldn't be involved with Slade this time. It was her voice, he decided. Her voice was so genuinely scared that Beast Boy decided not to continue with the inquisition. “Don't let him touch me again Beast Boy, please,” she cried into his shoulder.

 

“It'll be ok Terra, I promise. He can't control you anymore. And hey you have me here to protect you, so you'll be fine.”

 

“Thanks BB,” Terra sighed. “I know you'll protect me, but I want you to promise me one thing.” Beast Boy looked at her, he was a little confused but he nodded slightly anyway. “I want you to promise that no matter what happens you'll forgive yourself.”

 

“Huh? What do you mean?” the green Titan asked. “I don't get it, why would I need to forgive myself?”

 

“I mean, even if something does happen to me that I want you to move on after a while. I don't want you to beat yourself if something happens to me,” Terra whispered through her tears. “I couldn't deal with it if I died and you got depressed and followed me into the grave thanks to despair.”

 

“Ok Terra, but only if you promise me the same thing,” he replied gently. He lifted her face from his shoulder with a soft caring and looked her directly in the eyes.

 

“I promise,” she said. Then she leaned forward slightly and kissed Beast Boy. “Now we both have to, we sealed the promise with a kiss.”