Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, Raven, Robin, or Slade. If I did- why would I be wasting my time writing this, only to be able to make the show into what I wanted to? Logic my dear friend…Logic.
Summery: Yet another story where I dare to fiddle around with the idea of a Slade and Raven romance. Sure it's certainly taboo- But aren't all delicious and enjoyable things that way?
I know that I'll certainly have a lot fewer reviews here than I had for "Forbidden Fruit" because Slade/Raven stories never do get the credit they deserve, but that's a risk I'm willing to take, reviews or not. Lately I've been craving one of these stories, and God damnit- Reviews, popularity, and praise isn't going to stop me:Tries to dodge flying fruit and other miscellaneous objects:
OW:gets hit by tomato: You all are very evil! Slade can be romantically interested can't he? Or at least lust after Raven after all. I mean really….did you see the way he held her on that building with practically all of her clothes ripped off? It was screaming scandal to me. :Smiles: WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY I HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT IT….:laughs evilly:
ULTRA SPECIAL NOTE: I'm switching P.O.V.'s between Raven And Slade in this story- so be sure to be on the lookout. I feel it's stupid to label them- what's the point? You'll have to use your own expertise and skill to figure out the difference. Shouldn't it be obvious?
So Without further a due, here it is, Chapter 1 of "Asmodeus";
((Chapter 1))
"From the Gates of Hell"
"From the gates of hell,
I laughed in the face of death
His sickle and his sword
Not enough to take my breath.
Defiant and unyielding
I faced Death in such a match
That I won back my mortality,
My flesh and blood;
All without a scratch."
-BitterSweetArtist14-
"Divine"
It is true what most say, innocence is hard to find. Virtue and Purity is but tainted, ruined and polluted by the world we exist in today. Good can become evil- in a matter of seconds. Yet it is impossible for Evil to become good, no matter how hard it tries.
Once something is deemed Evil, it can never go back. The Sin it is made of prohibits and forbids it from ever truly turning back to what it once was, something pure and simple.
The sins I had committed over the years had piled up. The millions I had killed in my quest for domination around the world had suffered. I spread misery as far as it could reach and I killed those innocent and blameless. Men, Women, Children, and families all died because of me.
Cities were destroyed with my consent, and not a second glance. Ravenous and starving people came to my door only to be turned away, their own hunger caused by my actions. I had stolen all of their crops and food, and had it burned. I wanted only to watch them all suffer.
In tiny towns, I forced the fathers of their own families to kill each and every one of their children and then eventually their wives, telling them they would be spared in the end. After they did- I had them killed, proving their selfish acts only to be in vain.
Around the world- the crimes I committed became more heinous and more monstrous as the years went by. And not once- not even once- did I feel sorry for what I had done. Not once did regret reach me. No- I only laughed when I heard of the suffering I caused. I only smiled at the destruction and havoc I knew I had created. My sins were a source of constant amusement.
When I came to Jump City, I had my eyes fixed upon domination, knowing full well I could control that metropolitan no matter who tried to stop me. That city, like so many others would cower beneath my will; it was only a matter of time. Of course, that was before I learned about the Teen Titans.
They were only a minor set back. Nothing I couldn't handle. Piece by piece, I put together what I knew I could learn of them, and in turn use to destroy them. I would use their own weaknesses and against them- I would slowly erode them away.
But destroying all of them would have been a waste. I realized this throughout my tests. One Titan stood out, one I had a particular intention for of course. Robin. He would be the apprentice I had been looking for, for all of those years. Someone to replace me when I had gone- to carry out the plan of domination farther, or even keep up what I had so far taken control of.
But my luck with apprentices as you all must know had been…unfortunate. Robin was a failure. And After him- Terra betrayed me.
Falling into that steaming pool of lava I learned something that day; Trust no one, not even those you think you have control over. A simple enough ideal even I should have known. My weakness was my own foolishness- I let my trust get in the way. Never again would that happen.
Of course- never again would I probably have had the chance to remember that lesson, considering the fact my flesh was soon eroded away by that damn rock mages lava. Terra: how I loathed her then.
I should have gone to hell then, straight to hell. You and I both know this. However, someone else had other plans. Some may say I made a deal with the devil then- and they would be partially right. However, I made a deal with a being much darker and much more wicked. I made a deal then with the demon of darkness and sin; Trigon.
Gaining the powers of far greater capabilities, I was sent out to deliver the message to the young Titan Raven- that her time would soon come, when her father would need the gem to be the portal to earth, so that his domination of the universe could soon commence. Easy enough- I taunted the girl. I got inside that dark little head of hers, and laughed as she tried to fight the destiny she knew was unavoidable. She would help Trigon end the world.
Destruction, Annihilation, death, and decay; to me it didn't matter. My end of the deal was to get back my whole mortality, so to me it didn't matter.
Needless to say, that's not how it worked out. You know this. Trigon, didn't keep his word, so I was forced to go to the gates of hell themselves and retrieve my own mortality, while along the way picking up the fire and brimstone ax the guard wielded. In turn I decided to use it on that bastard Trigon who betrayed me.
As I have once said, I loathe working under someone.
But surprisingly, it wasn't my efforts, or all of the other Titan's attacks that defeated Trigon the Terrible. It was his own daughter, Raven. Never did I really realize she was so powerful.
It's always the quite ones eh? I never would have guessed.
Evidently, she was more potent and powerful than the other Titans in all. Of course I was impressed. Not everyone I knew could defeat an inter-dimensional demon single-handedly. Perhaps I had not looked enough at my options for an apprentice…
I woke that morning, from yet another of my haunting dreams, the kind I had been having constantly, even after the ordeal with Trigon. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, as pants and gasps escaped my lips. My dark blue and black sheets had long been thrown aside, left crumpled and piled on my floor.
My mind was a mess. Confusion and disorder, pandemonium and chaos all reigned, as my mind searched constantly for the answers it knew it could not find. Hadn't I rid myself of him? Hadn't I freed myself from his presence entirely? Why was I having dreams about my father once more?
I had destroyed him. I had made sure he was entirely gone from existence, the white light billowing out of my body made sure of that. Before my eyes, I had seen him disintegrate, the particles of what he once was evaporating into the air. Trigon was long gone. Or was he?
My dreams made me question what I had once been so sure about. Why was his image haunting me? Why were my dreams now so daunting? Why was Trigon lingering in my dreams?
I brought my pale hands to my face, and tried to wipe away the distress and anxiety I knew my expression must have held. For countless nights I awoke like this, trying to recover from my own dreams. Getting up from the bed, I walked over to my closet, and in a matter of moments, changed into my uniform.
Clad in my customary blue and black, I left my room and headed for the Kitchen, and eventually, with any luck, a cup of herbal tea. I floated silently above the ground, my cape pulled around me, and my hood up, trying desperately to avoid Beast Boy and Cyborg's notice. But as luck would have it- Beast Boy, the green changeling noticed my approach.
"Hey Raven! What's up! Where's the white man…?" he eagerly asked pointing to my old uniform. I gritted my teeth at the sound of his ever so annoying voice, and at his animated antics that had alarmingly become an increasingly normal part of my morning.
"I said my favorite color was still blue." I answered without emotion, as I tried to continue onto the Kitchen. In turn, I was blocked once more from my destination.
"Really? What about your hair man, why'd you cut it, It looked good long!" I winced again at the sound of his voice, which did nothing but increase the pain my head was experiencing from my already throbbing headache.
"Beast Boy," I managed to say, my anger rising. "I've worn this old uniform for weeks now since the defeat of Trigon, and I've had my hair cut since that same day. Perhaps if your own observations had been more precise, you would have noticed sooner." I finished, turning away from him and walking to the Kitchen. My anger was near boiling over, but I kept it in check.
I poured the water from the sink carefully into the teapot, and set it on stovetop. The heat from the insufficient low setting I had it on was raised to high, and soon, the pot began to boil. Steam rose out of the spout; shooting up into the air, accompanied by a loud whistle, signaling the water was hot.
I lifted the pot off of the stove, and added in the herbal tea, letting it seep for a few minutes. And when it was ready, I carefully used my powers to lift the pot, and pour some of its contents into a small mug.
Steaming, the aroma of the tea soon reached my nose, where I inhaled it softly. My mind began to calm, as I took another deep breath. The anger; the confusion; all of my uncontrolled emotions where suppressed, as I coldly looked around the Tower for a seat on the couch. At once- I was at peace.
But just as I sat down, the comforting cushions of the couch supporting my back, an annoying familiar sound was heard through out the Tower…
"Titans Alert!" BEEP…BEEP….BEEP…BEEP…"Slade's decided to Strike…." Between these words Robin's voice over the Tele-prompter paused, I could tell he was greatly upset. Once again- He was taking this Slade thing way too seriously for a third time. I cringed once I heard the news, knowing full well I would have to come back to my tea.
A sigh escaped my lips. 'Might as well get this over with', I moaned inwardly, a tad irked that Slade had decided to show his face once more. But he would be taken care of in a matter of minutes, even with his recent resurrection. He was no threat…not to me after what had happened recently with my father.
Quickly and easily he would be dealt with…
My robots quickly made it into the tech building with myself at the helm, leading them deep into the complex. I knew it held what I had sought out for weeks; The Rutherfordium, an unstable chemical element I could use and manipulate into a weapon I knew could wipe out the entire city. My mission was clear to me then; destroy the city that had disgraced me so many times, foremost their saviors, the Teen Titans.
Who where they- those ungrateful brats, to humiliate me? Me; Slade, one of the most powerful villains to ever live. I would make them pay dearly for what they had done. This second chance at life for me was my chance to take my revenge.
I clenched my fists tightly at my side, as I strode deeper into the compound, my mind set upon retrieving that damned Rutherfordium myself. Since the fight with Trigon….I had become more of a… hands on sort of person. Ripping open the metal doors in front of me, I stepped into the metal anti-chamber, my fire and Brimstone Hellfire ax in my right hand, my new weapon of choice. I had become practically attached to it.
There, in the next chamber, a massive chemical controlled core sat, holding the precious chemical I required. The access code to the core was unbeknown to me, so as my robots sealed off the exits, I sliced through the door with the fire ax.
Screech…The metal groaned, and then gave way, falling into the chamber. I marched in, quickly walking to the center. I smiled, and rubbed my hands together, as I reached out and pressed the buttons that opened the compound's chemical safe container. "Finally- The unbalanced and dangerous Rutherfordium," I laughed reaching out to grasp the substance. "All mine…"
"That's what you think Slade…" I heard a voice I knew belonging to Robin say, a corny comeback on its way.
"Really Robin-" I said, stopping him in the middle of his dialogue as I turned around. "Do you really spend all of your time writing these tasteless and tacky speeches?" I asked, laughing. "If you do- don't hesitate to hire someone else."
Swiftly, I jumped up, over the Group of Titans, and landed next to my Robots, who where ready and willing to charge in a full on assault. Robin and the rest of the Titans turned quickly in response, realizing I was about to get away once more.
"Titans…Go!" Robin yelled, as they all charged, heading straight for my army. A smirk spread itself across my lips, underneath my mask, as I turned to simply walk away. "Have Fun…" I mocked, as I turned towards the exit.
Behind me, Robin and StarFire had paired up, like they always did, to tackle a group of my robots, shooting star bolts and exploding discs at them. But when the smoke cleared away, my robots still stood, a way of scorning their efforts. 'Pity…' I thought to myself watching Robin. 'He's back to his old, sad, worn out tactics. Hasn't he learned that I've advanced?' Beast Boy, the green elf looking creature, tried once more to turn into various creatures to defeat the robots, but was only shot at. His counterpart Cyborg, was in the same position, shooting ineffectively at the figures clad in metal, making not one scratch.
It was true, I had re-engineered my robots to surpass them, and even I had exceeded my own true potential. My own interaction with Trigon had done something to my old body, adding in turn strength, agility, Power, and flexibility. I looked back at what I had used to be and scoffed. I had been weak- no wonder I was defeated so many times.
But now, I surpassed all of them. Not one of the Teen Titans had advanced like I had. Not one of them had developed past what they used to be. They were all weaklings- every single one of them.
Rapidly I turned to walk away; I had seen enough. But as I did, I was met by an unexpected kick, which I blocked just barely. The force pushing against me was enormous, powered by pure hate and anger. Looking into my attackers eyes, no sooner did I realize it was the Titan Raven, before she launched herself at me once more.
Anger? Fury? I could tell she was barely controlling her own rage. Perhaps the incident with Trigon did affect her. But how deeply? I could not be completely sure. Before I could even contemplate the answer, she kicked my fire ax away, challenging me in a hand-to-hand combat.
Punch after punch she threw herself at me, and with ease I blocked every one. Her black magic surrounded us both; as she threw everything she had at me. Countless barrels flew towards me, as I dodged each one, each time only a near miss. Her anger drove her. I could tell, that her cool demeanor that had once been so customary had faded. She was far from calm- she was in a fit of Rage. But what was she so angry about? The answers eluded me.
Her black energy surrounded a bunch of loose cables hanging from the ceiling, and in moments they were upon me, wrapping tightly around my body. I struggled under their enchanted force, as Raven stood muttering her accustomed curses.
The cables began to squeeze my chest, coming dangerously close to crushing my ribs, had it not been for my body armor. "Surrender Slade." Raven spat out, looking at me with her disgust filled eyes, which at that time began to turn white. As her anger reached its peak, I saw my opportunity.
Mustering all of the strength I had, I broke the cables into two, shedding them from my frame. Quickly I charged towards her, though she was still in shock I had broken free. Her eyes quickly widened, as I punched her in the gut, temporarily disabling her. She fell to her knees, as I flipped her over and bent her top half backwards towards my own chest. With a strong grip I held her face close to my mouth, as I viciously whispered into her ear- "NEVER."
She struggled against my grasp, trying desperately to break free, but still I held strong. Grinning wickedly beneath my mask, I realized with an unshaken manner what really was bothering her. Her powers. She still had them. Meaning of course…. She still had Trigon inside of her. She still had the potential…
"You still have him within you Raven." I taunted, as she tried to mutter her chant. Quickly I clamped my other hand over her mouth, prohibiting her from using her powers. "That's why you still have your black energy. You might have killed him- But Trigon Still lives; Within You…"
A muffled scream escaped her lips, as Raven tried to pry herself free. Vigorously, she wedged her elbow into my chest, forcing me to let go. I stepped back into the darkness, picking up my ax, the chemical I had come for still strapped onto my belt. "He lives Raven… He Lives… You are the Evil…. You are Trigon…" I pointed out, my figure fading away. In my wake, Raven only sat crouched onto the ground, weak from our battle and her own out of control emotions.
It seemed then, that I had made a mistake. One of the Titans had advanced- She had progressed. And within her own outburst I realized she had grown even more powerful than she had been before.
There and then I understood that the mighty Trigon had left one more potential evil in his death; he had left his own daughter, his own murderer, to rule the universe with his power. Then Raven might not have realized it- but in killing him- she had inherited his powers, and his evil. She had become a full demon.
Deep within her heart- I knew then what I saw growing was more than simple vice. It was more than malice. It was a seed with the potential to grow into something far greater than just plain evil alone. Raven could become what Trigon never had been. She could become his own successor; she could become wholly and entirely full of his sin. Virtue could become lost. She could kill the Titans potentially, and even rule the universe as a whole.
Suddenly, I didn't regret going to those gates of Hell and retrieving my mortality….
Perhaps it all was worth it….
Author's Note:
Um Kay. Chapter 1 is finally completed, all eight painstakingly tough pages of it. I hope to complete Chapter 2 soon, and figure out what Title to choose for it. (I've had a little trouble deciding on that recently.)
You might want to add this story to your favorite's list pretty soon, because sooner or later I'm going to put quite a bit of explicit content in it, no matter how many reviews I do or don't get. SO REMEMBER: ADD THIS TO YOUR FAVORITE'S LIST. This is the same drill as in "Forbidden Fruit".
Speaking of Which- Guess what? I actually finished that:cheers: And- :gasp from the audience: - The story itself inspired someone else who had writers block to write a story. :Holds Up award: Ah- the pride. Next chapter I'll have an authors note that includes my review for the story and overall comments. Hopefully- I'll get you all to read their story.
Special Note: I really need some support for this story because it's a Raven/Slade pairing, which isn't done often, nor is it appreciated. All reviews are welcome, even anonymous. Tell your friends about this one- and tell them to tell their friends. Pass it down the grapevine man. This couple needs some recognition, there are barely any C2's for it. If you are interested, I'm hoping to start one for that couple, and help is needed. I need staff members, and all else. Along with scouts to find the few Raven/Slade Stories that are out there. YOUR HELP IS NEEDED.
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Ultra Special Note: I know that the next season of Teen Titans won't be coming out anytime soon, so this story might not have any relevance when it does. But I don't give a damn. This is Fan FICTION people; Raven probably won't become a whole demon that inherits her father's powers after he dies. I have the feeling that's not how the story line will go. I also have the feeling her powers might be changed- But I'm hoping they'll be the same black forces as usual. Otherwise- They might as well just freakin' change her costume back to white….:stops ranting:….Opps. Sorry.
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