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Her mother was a human.

To you that may not sound like something that she should be proud of or even something worthy enough to announce to you, but she clung to that fact with her whole heart and soul. Her mother's name was Arella and she lived in another dimension named Azarath.

She lived in a cult that feared the terrible Trigon, master of darkness, lord of pain, and the father of all things evil. She was to beautiful for her own good.

Everyone fears Trigon at some point in their history; any planet that you go to you will find some relic displaying the terror that he caused. In Earth he is found in several places, you may know him as Hades or Pluto.

Trigon spreads his darkness from planet to planet dimension to dimension, by planting spawns of his in different worlds to open up a portal for him to come through. There has never been a survivor except for Trigon; even his own children get killed in the process.

The cult had every reason to fear and respect, but that respect gave them too much attention.

Trigon wanted Azarath and Earth gone, but he needed females. Arella was one of them. Naïve, head strong, beautiful, cunning, and young she was the perfect victim. I was the result. Seven other children were born before her from the cult in the hope that if one of us failed the other would see our main purposes through.

A prophecy came when the eldest child was born. The eldest was to be male and strong, but so blinded by his own strength that his mind would be his downfall. The second a female beautiful and persuasive to be compared to the black widow spider. She was to be small and delicate. Traits that are only good in the matters of persuasion and debate. The third child was to have eyes so black that if you looked at them directly you would go straight to his father's domain to be tortured with no escape. The fourth and fifth were to be twins, male and female. They would be the envy of all speedsters and strong headed thinking alike in every way. The sixth was to be hideous and cold. He would be able to make you numb, so that you would never again feel a thing. You would be blind, deaf, and emotionless. The seventh would receive her father's gift with fire to be able to manipulate the element to her enemies' greatest horrors. The eighth was to be a female, to receive every one of her father abilities and her mother's conscience. She would be the greatest sorceress of all time. Alone she would not be able to defeat her heritage.

When her mother learned that she was pregnant she tried several times to kill herself, in fear and hate of the baby that she was carrying. For how could a child of Trigon bring anything but darkness to all living things?

The cult that she was living in was terrified of what Trigon would do to them if she succeeded and killed his child. The plan to keep the child alive worked almost killing Arella in the process.

Arella saw her baby a total of 7 times in theirs lifetimes, for the child was not allowed to love or to be loved. The cursed child was the eighth child in the prophecy. No one knew exactly what Trigon's powers were that would be there for her to inherit. It was evident when she first came into this word and cried that Trigon's power was based of emotions. That first cry caused 3 people that heard the sound to com-bust.

The child was named Rachel given no middle and last name, like the animal that she was. Animals did not deserve to bear three or even two names, for her mother wanted no connection in her child's name to her. Rachel was given to a monk named Azar, a scholar that could teach the child what she would become.

Every single day the child was in pain but could not express it. Every single day she had to fight the demons inside herself when they rebelled at her good ways. She spent her childhood helping out the people of Azarath when no one was looking, and when she went out the same people that she helped tormented her. By the time she was two years old she was the town creep and was only allowed to leave her room with supervision for fear of her safety. She learned to hate the company of others, even her own mother and her mentor Azar.

At night she would have nightmares and wake up in her demonic form. Everything that she touched in till she reached the age of thirteen turned to ashes. There was fires that were started by accident because of her. There was people sent to her father's domain when she was pushed to far. She even accidently ran so fast that an ocean was moved. No matter how hard she tried to not do bad things, bad things were done in the end.

She could be found staring at her reflection with a knife in her hand. Even through all of this her intentions stayed good. Because she was half human and embraced it she found herself caring about the people and the planet. So when she accidently hurt them she would feel twice as much guilt and grief towards what she had done.

The monks of Azarath were harsh and cruel; failure was neither acceptable nor tolerable. She was allowed only to drink bitter tea and eat only tasteless foods. Azar taught her that she was nothings but a thing, a portal, for her father to use when he wanted to destroy Earth. Rachel was taught that her emotions were what controlled her powers, as result Rachel learned to shut them off completely from the outside world. "Meditation Rachel is what you will use to control your mind. You must feel nothing unless thought through in battle; you will never be loved for you cannot give love back", Azar drilled this into her mind.

For thirteen years of her life she meditated, studied, trained, learned, controlled, and became emotionless. Despite the constant reminder that she could not be loved Azar loved her to a degree, and Azar used it as an incentive to make her become the best she could be.

It worked too her mind was excellent she could speak and read eighteen different languages, and had memorized everything dark about the universe, in hopes to understand what her father was. She had dark energy that could lift, move, create, and was impenetrable. Rachel had her father's power over fire, time, speed, shape shifting, and darkness. But instead of using her power to destroy planets and dimensions she could travel and create them instead. Because her powers were controlled by emotions she could read them off of other people and manipulate them for her own best interests. Rachel could take the pain of others and give it to herself, healing them in the process and then use her healing trance to heal herself. The most feared thing was that she could separate her body from her soul giving her soul the ability to enter her opponent and fight for her and teleport in the shape of a Raven.

Because Rachel was the eighth child they used her as a preview of what Trigon could do. Her whole life she was like an analyzed science experiment. She never had a friend. When she saw her mother for visits all they did was look each other in the eyes in disgust and turn away.

For years she lived through the torture of not being able to control completely. She knew that on her thirteenth birthday she would gain full control at the cost of Trigon accepting her as part of his team.

On her thirteenth birthday she met her father and siblings. As she meditated in her room Trigon teleported her to his domain and black abyss as cold as ice and as hot as fire.

"Children, I understand that you all are now old enough to open a portal for me to enter through that is good. But are you strong enough? Even now you all deny your heritage by being your human form!"

Suddenly the eight children grew so that the smallest was eight feet tall, their eyes glowed red and there were now two pairs each. Their voices when they spoke were deeper than the depths of the ocean and black electricity crackled at their feet and newly found horns. Rachel did not say anything, but watched silently.

"That is better my children; you are now what you were born to be. All of you are evil for I am evil. You would scare the Batman with one look of your red eyes! Now that you all are old and strong enough you must know each other, in age order, NOW!"

They did as they were told.

"Eldest speak show me and your siblings your worth!"

A male around the age of 25 stepped forward, even in his human form he stood seven feet tall, the size of an ox with biceps bigger than Rachel's head. He had long dreadlocked blood red hair, a harsh face with a scar running down the right side of his face, and had dark brown skin.

"Trigon, I have defeated all the heroes in a 100,000 miles radius of my domain. I have ripped Hercules arms from his torso and shoved them down his throat!"

Trigon did not look impressed. Child after child spoke of their horrible deeds to the entire dimension of Azarath. No child seemed anything like the others, and all of them seemed able to show emotions without things breaking and exploding. All of them were evil and corrupt, and still their father did not looked impressed or even mildly interested.

Rachel for the first time in her life was afraid. If all of these children had done evil and terrible things than what would trigon think of her? She had done nothing wrong to please Trigon with. As the seventh child spoke Rachel started to silently cry, ignoring the statues that were exploding behind her. Why did this have to be her father? Why was she the only one that could see how wrong this was? At the moment she walked toward her father's throne she knew she was going to die.

"Ah the youngest. Tell me how is it that this mere child before me is the only threat to me that the prophecy foretold?" Now Rachel was confused there was obviously another prophecy that she did not know about. "How pathetic, your tears will be your downfall! What hope does a child have against beating her all powerful father!?"

"Trigon", Rachel whimpered.

"Silence child! You are a disappointment, not worthy to join your father. Get out of my sight."

All that was visible as Rachel teleported back to the monks was a black Raven swallowing her whole and carrying her to her destination. Azar knew what happened. "Rachel you are on your own now, we have trained you use the knowledge wisely. This mirror is a portal into your mind in order to better meditate. Here is a charka to place in the middle of your forehead to keep from using your powers for harm. Trigon uses one to keep his thoughts evil, this one will keep yours good."

Rachel fled to Earth in hope of finding the other prophecy that Trigon spoke of. She lived in the streets helping the people of Jump City in any little way she could, never being seen. She had tried to go to the Justice League but they knew of her past, she was shunned away.

Rachel noticed a young alien girl in hand cuffs trying to destroy the city. She simply voiced her opinion to the Boy Wonder that maybe fighting was not the answer. After that day she had a home.

Beast Boy P.O.V.

I meant it when I said that Raven was creepy. She never does anything that is fun and the only time she ever smiled was the first day we met. Sure it melted my heart to hear the laugh that had never seen the light of day, but I have not heard it since. What was it about her past that made her unable to talk and let go? I lost my parents before my very eyes yet I am not bitter and distant, though she was getting less so.

I started to slowly see a change in Raven as the years went by. She seemed to hate Terra, which was an emotion. When Melchior broke her heart Raven gave me a hug that nearly gave me a heart attack. After Trigon came I heard her laugh at one of the comedies that we dragged her to.

Looking at her now reading her book across the breakfast table from me, I have to admit that she is pretty. With her big purple eyes and now long wavy purple hair. The grey skin she somehow manages to pull off as something that is natural and gorgeous. She wore her hood less now (only when we were in a fight would she wear it now) she was coming out of her shell. She replaced the gem in the middle of her forehead with a smaller one, signs that she was gaining control over her own powers. She was still distant though, after years I still did not know her real name or age or anything detailing her past.

"All right y'all! Starfire, Robin, and I are going to this training session in China. Why aren't you two coming again?"

"They would benefit more from power control training than hand to hand combat, Cyborg. Raven can you work on that thing that I told you about, and Beast Boy please work on changing faster when it comes to big animals!" Robin looked like he and Raven were hiding something but for the moment he was to insulted by Robin's insults to care.

"Dude! How can you say I need to be faster! It only took my one second to change from my bacteria to whale form!"

"Yeah and in that time Raven already had won the session! If she can beat you than so can the bad guys!" Beast Boy glared angrily at Cyborg.

"Whose side are you on?"

"Please friends! Let us not fight but enjoy my tradition Tameranian pudding that celebrates friendship!" Everybody turned pale when she held up a bowl of snot colored pudding that had eyes, except for Raven of course who put her book down to her lap.

"Okay now that we have wasted a perfectly goo five minutes and ruined my morning I will tell you what you guys are going to do. You all are going to stop arguing and not eat that pudding. Robin, Cyborg, and Starfire will go to the training seminar in China and Beast Boy you will get over your pride and practice changing faster!" With that Raven closed her book and went to get a cup of tea.

"Since when is she in charge?"

"Beast Boy she is right, we have been wasting our time and energy. I am sorry if I insulted you it was meant as constructional criticism."

"It is okay Robin, we're cool dude." They then proceeded to bond with their man handshake/side hug thing.

"Beast Boy while you are here, could you get Raven to fill out her file? We literally have nothing on her and since she has been acting better lately now might be a good time to do it."

"Why do you need stuff on her file Cyborg?"

"Well if she is in an accident we need to know things like her blood type and who to contact."

"Okay cool, I can do that. But you owe me big time! I love this face and putting it at risk comes with a price!"

"Wow someone's ego is big," Robin said while opening the newspaper.