Prologue: My Name is Raven.

My name is Raven, and I'm a 16-year-old girl. I like dark makeup. I like dark music. I like dark books. I like darkness.

But, I don't like loneliness.

It's a common misconception that "a girl like me" just enjoys to be a shut in. Just wants to be weird. That "they" just keep them selves shrouded in darkness cause it gets them the attention they thrive on. Well, I don't know about any other girl, but I was born with these dark perceptions.

16 years ago, in a place called Azarath… the realm of peace. A world carved out of our own, and inhabited only by those who were passive and docile. My mother died there birthing me.

My father, however, is a quite different and more ghastly story. In a dark realm, locked from earth by strong and tedious magic's, a beast named Trigon once dwelled. That is, until an occult magician acquired a legion of unwitting followers to aid him in a ritual to liberate the beast. My mother, Arella, was among them.

She offered herself up as the bride of Satan, but it was Trigon who answered her call. So it was that I, through the dark and terrible rituals of the occult, was conceived of human and demon. In Azarath, where my mother died on the hospital bed of pacifist monks, I came into being as a dark and foreboding shadow over all of existence. I was a demi-demon.

However, despite the urgings of any higher power who might have known what dark things had happened there in Azarath the day I was born, it was against the teachings of the peace-loving people of Azarath to kill me. So, it was that I was brought up among them, and taught their ways… and the means with which I could suppress the seed of Trigon the Terrible, my father, whose blood coursed through me like cancer.

However, Azarath could not contain me for eternity. Upon my fourteenth year of life, a mistake rendered me banished from the domain. Emotions… my emotions were dangerous, and they awakened the darkest parts of the magic that I possessed. Beyond my control, these things could level worlds.

The accident in Azarath taught me something, though it was too late to use my lesson well in that world. I was banished away to Earth, with nothing but the clothes on my back, and the knowledge of my responsibility. I was a time bomb waiting to go off… my control was being numb. Feeling nothing. Being a zombie.

Yes, this was my fate. This was what I must teach myself. The complete suppression of emotion. My father would not win by blood, oh no.

It was with this goal in mind that I began my life wandering Earth. From place to place did I move at night, letting my powers become more mature and more controllable as I practiced them on degenerates. My passive nature was gone, but I was not wild, as my father's blood would have me be. I began stalking the streets for lowlifes and criminals, defending those who could not defend themselves. I became somewhat well known.

It was around this time that the Teen Titans came to me and asked me to join them. Robin, their leader, approached me and he and I became something like friends. For one whole year, together, our teammates- Starfire and Cyborg, and later we would be joined by Beastboy –fought any and all who threatened the city we protected.

Here now am I… I am Raven, and I am a 16-year-old girl, and I like dark things. However, I do not like loneliness. And this emotional bubble I've built for myself is eating me up so slowly from the inside. I want what a 16-year-old wants… friends, happiness, and a taste of love. However, those things are the edge of a knife that this whole world might be teetering on.

I fear that I may not be able to do this forever…