Fan Fiction ❯ TeenTitans; Road To Ruin ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Daggon_dora 
Slade finds his new apprentice.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.20.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 387 | Status: Completed
Slade finds his new apprentice.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.20.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 387 | Status: Completed
Prologue, Devoted Apprentice.
This place. Five miles below the Sahara desert, yet somehow not a speck of sand or dust to be seen. It had a dank, burnt smell, like the steam from a piece of wood when you put it out. Because of the constantly shifting sands and the lack of a map, this place could only be reached by dark magical forces, and the entire room pulsated with it.
Along the walls were depictions of great catastrophies through out history, some famous, others unknown. The most recent was that of an army, each soldier rotting at the seems. The warriors ripped at voth enemy and the soil itself, leaving it completely barren in thier wake. At the head of this army, stood a shadow with eyes. Just looking at it struck fear into the heart of any that knew the legends, but they had all passed centuries ago into the darkness of forgotten empires.
In the center of the room lay a perfect semi sphere, dug three feet down and six foot across. Along the sides of the indent was a row of candles seperated by arcane symbols scratched sharply into the granite floor. Five iron shackles lay limp in the center, connected to the walls by chains. It didn't take a genius to figure out that this room was used to either summon and/or banish any number of entities. To the two standing together beside the row of candles, it was only a question of what it would bring forth.
The shorter, female person grimaced at the smell devouring even her sense of taste. Her pink hair pulled into an odd pig tail like shape, she didn't look like the type of being that would even be able to find a way to enter this place. Her pink eyes moved over the floor once more, then returned to the man who had hired her. Jinx didn't like being here, and she was going to make her oppinion known. ''Are you sure about this? I mean why not find someone from Hive, or off the streets. I can't believe it's that hard to find a decent apprentice. You are offering so much after all.'' Her comment was rewarded with a slap that sent her flying across the room.
''Child, I will not explain my actions to someone who couldn't comprehend them anyway. Now hurry and fetch my book.'' The man was tall, muscular and definately skilled in the art of fighting. His voice was condicending no matter his mood, and the one eyed mask he wore only sealed his dominant appearance completely. He resumed his stance, feet spread, head tilted slightly up and both hands folded behind his back. His eye trained in the distance, Slade remained unmoving for several moments.
Jinx was still recovering from the blow to her ego. Sure he had hit her in the face, but before that no one had ever struck her, not like that. It was the hit of someone who had no use for the person they were hitting. Struggling to her feet, she quickly ran to retrieve the ancient tome that sat beside the far West wall. Returning, she held the book out with two hands, as if the artifact might at any second leap from her hands so as not to be touched by Slade.
It did not try to flee however, settling into the man's hand as the other flipped through to a premarked page. Slowly he looked into the center of the circle, his voice deepening unnaturally by the magic that surrounded them. ''Agrathas, Selos, Nargadar.'' Each word was said with slow and deliberate precision, allowing them to sink into the very foundation of the place.
For several minutes nothing happened. Slade stood with arms spread as if to welcome a newcomer, while Jinx simply stared with curriousity finally winning her over. Even anticipating anything, niether expected an enourmous gust of wind to move in a clockwise rotation around the edge of the indent. The lit candles dimmed signifigantly, while the speed of the air picked up enough to threaten taking either of them along for a ride. Wind still blowing, a voice could be heard booming from a distance that was unspeakable, not one of miles, but of dimensions. ''I have heard your summons, but you have failed to specify what being you wish to convers with. This error should result in your banishment from existance, but I feel it is my responsibility for writing that damnable book to begin with. Now choose your curse, lest I change my mind.''
Slade flipped through the book as fast as his fingers would move, he had thought a creature would simply come. How was he to know he had to name the beast. Finally he came upon a name that was on countless pages, if not all of them. He wasn't sure if it was a creature or not, but it was worth a try at this point.
''I SAID CHOOSE MORTAL!!!! MY PATIENCE GROWS SHORT.'' The room shook with emphassis on the words 'mortal' and 'short' , leaving both living beings in concern.
''I wish to summon.....'' Slade hated being unsure, so why was that emotion baring it's ugly head now? ''Hex.''
''HIM? YOU WANT TO SUMMON HIM?'' This time the great sound that would shatter most peoples eardrums was that of laughter. Whatever deal had just been offered, this unseen being thought it funny. ''Very well,'' It's voice calmed quickly, leaving a drole tone. ''You must have alot of time, patience, and power on your hands to make such a request. You humans never cease to amaze and dissappoint me.'' With that the wind and the voice were gone.
For almost a minute neither Jinx, nor Slade moved. Both simply gazed at the center of the sphere which was now occupied. For a second it appeared to be nothing more then a large black cloud, but with each instant afterward it shrunk slowly and expanded again. It looked like it was breathing, each breath making it smaller, until it was almost man sized. Then it began to take on a shape.
The first thing to come visible were it's wings, easily a ten foot wingspan if unfurled, they looked like a cros between a bats and what a dragons might be like. Webbing covered the undetside, while hard scales of a red so deep there is no name for the color, covered the backs. The next seeable appendage was a prehensile tail, thick at the base and wrapping into an arrow head shape at the tip. Halfway down the tail was trapped tightly in one of the shackles, every so often a jerking motion tested it's strength.
As arms and legs were revealed from the blackness, muscular limbs tore almost relentlessly at the manackles that now held each outcrop of his body. And Jinx told quickly that this was indeed a male, her eyes glimpsing the first manhood she ever had, and it wasn't even a man's. Her eyes trailed up to look over his chest, the powerfull crimson body infront of her was mesmerising.
Silver hair seemed to erupt from the cloud that now covered only the head, trailing briskly down the back to slightly past the shoulders. Raising a clawed hand to his face, he clenched and unclenched, once again trying to break free. The shadow finally receading until it covered the majority of his facial features, staying there. Two silver eyes, matching perfectly with the hair, gleamed lightly from thier possition behind the shadows and bangs. A strong jaw was set firm as the creature looked up, a twin pronged tongue snaking out to lick centuries old dried lips. At it's full hieght, he easily stood head and shoulders, not to mention wings, over Slade. ''You summoned me human?'' His voice, unlike the one that had apparently brought him here, was unassuming and soft. It was the voice of both a wiseman and a fool. Which he was would be proven later.
''Yes, I am the one who brought you here. You are to be my new apprentice. i will teach you everything I know of fighting, and ruling. How does that sound?'' Slade paused for emphasis before continueing. ''Or would you rather I send you back to where you came from?'' The look he was recieving was one of curriousity, but was quickly changed to amusement at the last comment.
''Well, as interesting as that sounds, you don't seem to realize something. They won't take me back, therefore it is do as you say, or sit here bored as hell for all eternity. I suppose that makes up my mind for me then doesn't it? How do I become your apprentice oh mysterious masked man.'' The smile he gave Slade was enough to make even his skin crawl, but not enough to deture him.
''Simple, I will find a way that you can prove your loyalty, then you will proform it. I think we should start with......'' He was quickly cut off by his female companion, standing on her tiptoes so as to whisper in his ear.
''Boss, i don't think there is anything we can have him do if he has to stay imprisoned. How can he prove his loyalty if he can't leave?'' As she finished, she looked down at the creature in the pit's smiling face and swore she was it widen as he looked at her.
''Don't be so surprised that I can hear you dearest sorceress. Your very words interlace magic into the air, and if there is one thing I know, it's magic.'' Turning from a surprised Jinx, the blood red being looked at Slade. ''If it is a symbol of devotion you want, that can be arranged.'' Without another word, he reached back and slammed his right claw into the flesh just inside his left wing. The combined sound of tearing scale and skin, the roar of agony from it's lips, the look of pain and the solicity that the muscles in his arms took on left no doubt as to his intentions. A second later a small pool of black blood formed at his feet, while a final jerk of his hand sent the dismemebered wing flying toward Slade and Jinx. Breathing heavily, he fell to one knee, his bloody hand clasped onto his other knee and his clean claw digging lightly into the ground.
The sorceress edged forward, unaware that her foot knocked over one of the candles until it was too late.
Like a mirage in the desert, he was gone. It was only a moment later that he reappeared behind Slade, holding the 'S' from his insignia before his face. Without so much as a word, he held it over the flame of one of the remaining candles, watching as it quickly glowed with heat and magic. When he looked at the two before him, he smiled. ''A show of devotion, of loyalty. If my wing doesn't do it, this will.'' Taking the enflamed metal, he pressed and held it firmly over his left eye. The smell of burnt flesh quickly overtook the room, leaving no question that what he was doing was real.
When he pulled it away, the imprint flared defiantly back at all who looked at it, a glowing blue-silver in comparison to his dark red skin. Looking directly into the smaller man's eye, he frowned, taking on an almost military posture. ''Is that loyal enough for you sir?'' His voice, though still soft, was almost demanding to be told no so that it could incite some untold torture for repayment of his disfigurements.
It was not. ''Much more then I imagined. You will do well, and learn quickly under me.'' Slade turned, opening the book once more and began reciting a portal spell to get them back to the surface.
''Think I could get some decent clothing, Unless I get to fuck the pink haired chick, I refuse to walk around naked.'' His voice was childlike and immature for only an instant, then he looked at the girl who had been staring at him for some time in silence. ''What is it?''
''How is it you know how to speak english, let alone the slang and cussing. I would think that you would speak some ancient language that has been dead almost as long as you.'' Her voice didn't shake, though Jinx's mind kept focusing on his earlier comment about fucking her. Did he plan on forcing himself on her? Would she really resist that much?
''I have been trying to return here for some time, I love this place. I cam only close enough to recieve radio and television waves. I particularly like the Alien movies, the thought of humans actually winning is a hilarious prospect, don't you agree. Wait, of coarse not. You're human, for now, too bad.'' With that, he simply turned and walked away, leaving Jinx to ponder him over.
''And what am I supposed to call that freak? I refused to call him boss or master.'' Her eyes never left his form, the way he moved slowly being imprinted into her mind.
A bright green doorway formed from nothingness, thier exit had arrived. Slade stepped in first, and Jinx expected his new apprentice to fallow in tow. To her surprise he stepped backward, bowing and gesturing for her to enter first. With a suspicious eye she passed. His breath hung in the air above her neck as he leaned close while she walked by. ''You may call me Hex for now. But if I have my way, you will moan for me as Master.''
He didn't need to see her face to know her reaction, this could prove to be entertaining yet. The stub of his already healed over wing jerked unconsciencely as he moved through the portal. Ah the sacrifices for freedom. He would have to drink to that later. That, and the foolishness of mankind.
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Ok, this was all done on a spur of the moment idea. I was trying for a new writing style with more description. Also I have this inscesant need to create a good villian. So if anyone wants to tell me what they think of Hex, I would appreciate it. Anyway, still looking for a beta reader, if anyone is interested email me at child_of_the_drow@hotmail.com.
Hope you enjoyed it
Latta
This place. Five miles below the Sahara desert, yet somehow not a speck of sand or dust to be seen. It had a dank, burnt smell, like the steam from a piece of wood when you put it out. Because of the constantly shifting sands and the lack of a map, this place could only be reached by dark magical forces, and the entire room pulsated with it.
Along the walls were depictions of great catastrophies through out history, some famous, others unknown. The most recent was that of an army, each soldier rotting at the seems. The warriors ripped at voth enemy and the soil itself, leaving it completely barren in thier wake. At the head of this army, stood a shadow with eyes. Just looking at it struck fear into the heart of any that knew the legends, but they had all passed centuries ago into the darkness of forgotten empires.
In the center of the room lay a perfect semi sphere, dug three feet down and six foot across. Along the sides of the indent was a row of candles seperated by arcane symbols scratched sharply into the granite floor. Five iron shackles lay limp in the center, connected to the walls by chains. It didn't take a genius to figure out that this room was used to either summon and/or banish any number of entities. To the two standing together beside the row of candles, it was only a question of what it would bring forth.
The shorter, female person grimaced at the smell devouring even her sense of taste. Her pink hair pulled into an odd pig tail like shape, she didn't look like the type of being that would even be able to find a way to enter this place. Her pink eyes moved over the floor once more, then returned to the man who had hired her. Jinx didn't like being here, and she was going to make her oppinion known. ''Are you sure about this? I mean why not find someone from Hive, or off the streets. I can't believe it's that hard to find a decent apprentice. You are offering so much after all.'' Her comment was rewarded with a slap that sent her flying across the room.
''Child, I will not explain my actions to someone who couldn't comprehend them anyway. Now hurry and fetch my book.'' The man was tall, muscular and definately skilled in the art of fighting. His voice was condicending no matter his mood, and the one eyed mask he wore only sealed his dominant appearance completely. He resumed his stance, feet spread, head tilted slightly up and both hands folded behind his back. His eye trained in the distance, Slade remained unmoving for several moments.
Jinx was still recovering from the blow to her ego. Sure he had hit her in the face, but before that no one had ever struck her, not like that. It was the hit of someone who had no use for the person they were hitting. Struggling to her feet, she quickly ran to retrieve the ancient tome that sat beside the far West wall. Returning, she held the book out with two hands, as if the artifact might at any second leap from her hands so as not to be touched by Slade.
It did not try to flee however, settling into the man's hand as the other flipped through to a premarked page. Slowly he looked into the center of the circle, his voice deepening unnaturally by the magic that surrounded them. ''Agrathas, Selos, Nargadar.'' Each word was said with slow and deliberate precision, allowing them to sink into the very foundation of the place.
For several minutes nothing happened. Slade stood with arms spread as if to welcome a newcomer, while Jinx simply stared with curriousity finally winning her over. Even anticipating anything, niether expected an enourmous gust of wind to move in a clockwise rotation around the edge of the indent. The lit candles dimmed signifigantly, while the speed of the air picked up enough to threaten taking either of them along for a ride. Wind still blowing, a voice could be heard booming from a distance that was unspeakable, not one of miles, but of dimensions. ''I have heard your summons, but you have failed to specify what being you wish to convers with. This error should result in your banishment from existance, but I feel it is my responsibility for writing that damnable book to begin with. Now choose your curse, lest I change my mind.''
Slade flipped through the book as fast as his fingers would move, he had thought a creature would simply come. How was he to know he had to name the beast. Finally he came upon a name that was on countless pages, if not all of them. He wasn't sure if it was a creature or not, but it was worth a try at this point.
''I SAID CHOOSE MORTAL!!!! MY PATIENCE GROWS SHORT.'' The room shook with emphassis on the words 'mortal' and 'short' , leaving both living beings in concern.
''I wish to summon.....'' Slade hated being unsure, so why was that emotion baring it's ugly head now? ''Hex.''
''HIM? YOU WANT TO SUMMON HIM?'' This time the great sound that would shatter most peoples eardrums was that of laughter. Whatever deal had just been offered, this unseen being thought it funny. ''Very well,'' It's voice calmed quickly, leaving a drole tone. ''You must have alot of time, patience, and power on your hands to make such a request. You humans never cease to amaze and dissappoint me.'' With that the wind and the voice were gone.
For almost a minute neither Jinx, nor Slade moved. Both simply gazed at the center of the sphere which was now occupied. For a second it appeared to be nothing more then a large black cloud, but with each instant afterward it shrunk slowly and expanded again. It looked like it was breathing, each breath making it smaller, until it was almost man sized. Then it began to take on a shape.
The first thing to come visible were it's wings, easily a ten foot wingspan if unfurled, they looked like a cros between a bats and what a dragons might be like. Webbing covered the undetside, while hard scales of a red so deep there is no name for the color, covered the backs. The next seeable appendage was a prehensile tail, thick at the base and wrapping into an arrow head shape at the tip. Halfway down the tail was trapped tightly in one of the shackles, every so often a jerking motion tested it's strength.
As arms and legs were revealed from the blackness, muscular limbs tore almost relentlessly at the manackles that now held each outcrop of his body. And Jinx told quickly that this was indeed a male, her eyes glimpsing the first manhood she ever had, and it wasn't even a man's. Her eyes trailed up to look over his chest, the powerfull crimson body infront of her was mesmerising.
Silver hair seemed to erupt from the cloud that now covered only the head, trailing briskly down the back to slightly past the shoulders. Raising a clawed hand to his face, he clenched and unclenched, once again trying to break free. The shadow finally receading until it covered the majority of his facial features, staying there. Two silver eyes, matching perfectly with the hair, gleamed lightly from thier possition behind the shadows and bangs. A strong jaw was set firm as the creature looked up, a twin pronged tongue snaking out to lick centuries old dried lips. At it's full hieght, he easily stood head and shoulders, not to mention wings, over Slade. ''You summoned me human?'' His voice, unlike the one that had apparently brought him here, was unassuming and soft. It was the voice of both a wiseman and a fool. Which he was would be proven later.
''Yes, I am the one who brought you here. You are to be my new apprentice. i will teach you everything I know of fighting, and ruling. How does that sound?'' Slade paused for emphasis before continueing. ''Or would you rather I send you back to where you came from?'' The look he was recieving was one of curriousity, but was quickly changed to amusement at the last comment.
''Well, as interesting as that sounds, you don't seem to realize something. They won't take me back, therefore it is do as you say, or sit here bored as hell for all eternity. I suppose that makes up my mind for me then doesn't it? How do I become your apprentice oh mysterious masked man.'' The smile he gave Slade was enough to make even his skin crawl, but not enough to deture him.
''Simple, I will find a way that you can prove your loyalty, then you will proform it. I think we should start with......'' He was quickly cut off by his female companion, standing on her tiptoes so as to whisper in his ear.
''Boss, i don't think there is anything we can have him do if he has to stay imprisoned. How can he prove his loyalty if he can't leave?'' As she finished, she looked down at the creature in the pit's smiling face and swore she was it widen as he looked at her.
''Don't be so surprised that I can hear you dearest sorceress. Your very words interlace magic into the air, and if there is one thing I know, it's magic.'' Turning from a surprised Jinx, the blood red being looked at Slade. ''If it is a symbol of devotion you want, that can be arranged.'' Without another word, he reached back and slammed his right claw into the flesh just inside his left wing. The combined sound of tearing scale and skin, the roar of agony from it's lips, the look of pain and the solicity that the muscles in his arms took on left no doubt as to his intentions. A second later a small pool of black blood formed at his feet, while a final jerk of his hand sent the dismemebered wing flying toward Slade and Jinx. Breathing heavily, he fell to one knee, his bloody hand clasped onto his other knee and his clean claw digging lightly into the ground.
The sorceress edged forward, unaware that her foot knocked over one of the candles until it was too late.
Like a mirage in the desert, he was gone. It was only a moment later that he reappeared behind Slade, holding the 'S' from his insignia before his face. Without so much as a word, he held it over the flame of one of the remaining candles, watching as it quickly glowed with heat and magic. When he looked at the two before him, he smiled. ''A show of devotion, of loyalty. If my wing doesn't do it, this will.'' Taking the enflamed metal, he pressed and held it firmly over his left eye. The smell of burnt flesh quickly overtook the room, leaving no question that what he was doing was real.
When he pulled it away, the imprint flared defiantly back at all who looked at it, a glowing blue-silver in comparison to his dark red skin. Looking directly into the smaller man's eye, he frowned, taking on an almost military posture. ''Is that loyal enough for you sir?'' His voice, though still soft, was almost demanding to be told no so that it could incite some untold torture for repayment of his disfigurements.
It was not. ''Much more then I imagined. You will do well, and learn quickly under me.'' Slade turned, opening the book once more and began reciting a portal spell to get them back to the surface.
''Think I could get some decent clothing, Unless I get to fuck the pink haired chick, I refuse to walk around naked.'' His voice was childlike and immature for only an instant, then he looked at the girl who had been staring at him for some time in silence. ''What is it?''
''How is it you know how to speak english, let alone the slang and cussing. I would think that you would speak some ancient language that has been dead almost as long as you.'' Her voice didn't shake, though Jinx's mind kept focusing on his earlier comment about fucking her. Did he plan on forcing himself on her? Would she really resist that much?
''I have been trying to return here for some time, I love this place. I cam only close enough to recieve radio and television waves. I particularly like the Alien movies, the thought of humans actually winning is a hilarious prospect, don't you agree. Wait, of coarse not. You're human, for now, too bad.'' With that, he simply turned and walked away, leaving Jinx to ponder him over.
''And what am I supposed to call that freak? I refused to call him boss or master.'' Her eyes never left his form, the way he moved slowly being imprinted into her mind.
A bright green doorway formed from nothingness, thier exit had arrived. Slade stepped in first, and Jinx expected his new apprentice to fallow in tow. To her surprise he stepped backward, bowing and gesturing for her to enter first. With a suspicious eye she passed. His breath hung in the air above her neck as he leaned close while she walked by. ''You may call me Hex for now. But if I have my way, you will moan for me as Master.''
He didn't need to see her face to know her reaction, this could prove to be entertaining yet. The stub of his already healed over wing jerked unconsciencely as he moved through the portal. Ah the sacrifices for freedom. He would have to drink to that later. That, and the foolishness of mankind.
__________________________________________________
Ok, this was all done on a spur of the moment idea. I was trying for a new writing style with more description. Also I have this inscesant need to create a good villian. So if anyone wants to tell me what they think of Hex, I would appreciate it. Anyway, still looking for a beta reader, if anyone is interested email me at child_of_the_drow@hotmail.com.
Hope you enjoyed it
Latta