"Raven, Raven!" I heard a voice, Azar's voice, crying out for me softly. Seconds later I shot up, gasping for breath. I looked around quickly; I was back in Azar's bedroom. She was sitting next to me on the floor, looking worried and pretty scared. "Are you okay Raven?" she asked.

I just stared at her, too terrified to say anything. "What happened inside the mirror?" I still didn't answer, and I could see her getting frustrated.

"What are those markings Raven?" she finally asked when it clear I would not respond. She gestured to my body, and I looked down. I gasped, staring at the strange red markings that had appeared from head to toe.

I touched one on my hand slowly, but it felt just like my normal skin usually did. I looked up at Azar, scared of my decision to assist my father for the first time. "You guys were lying and I wanted… I wanted someone who loved me… and… and he was there," I tried to explain, quietly but quickly.

'Don't tell her anything!' I jumped at the voice, and instantly shut my mouth. Azar's eyes narrowed and she stood suddenly, grabbing my arm and hauling me up with her. She closed her eyes, and muttered something unintelligible. Our surroundings shifted, and I closed my eyes as the familiar nausea set in. When it felt like the world had stopped spinning around me, I opened my eyes and recognized my mother's house.

"Arella!" Azar cried into the silent house, letting go of me and storming deeper into the small home. I had never heard her sound so angry.

My mother appeared in the doorway of her kitchen, looking understandably confused. "Azar," she said, "I wasn't expecting you. Is everything alright?"

"No, everything is not alright," the normally composed Azar hissed out. She pointed to me, and I looked down, feeling somewhat self-conscious. "She found the mirror. I don't know how she found it since it's usually locked away, but she did. And now, she won't tell me what happened in there."

Arella looked overwhelmed. She opened her mouth to speak, before Azar interrupted her. "She has the Mark of Scath on her forehead, Arella!" My mother instantly snapped her mouth shut to really look at me for the first time, and she could only stare.

I looked up in vain, trying to see my own forehead before realizing what a ridiculously stupid idea that was. Before either could say anything more, I walked over to the other side of the room to look into a mirror. I stared at the strange looking S. "I don't understand, what does it mean?" I asked.

Azar sighed. "It's the symbol of Trigon. He's a demon. A powerful one."

"And my father?"

"What?" Arella shrieked, staring at me in shock. "How did y– No, never mind. Don't be ridiculous Raven."

Azar sighed yet again. "There is no point in lying to her Arella. She already knows."

He was my father. My father was a demon. I stared back at my reflection and the strange mark on my forehead. This could not be good. Assisting a demon, it was just insanity. I was a pacifist, well supposed to be a pacifist. Sure I could tell he was somewhat, maniacal. I never could have imagined that he was a super powerful inter-dimensional demon though.

A now familiar voice in my head laughed. 'You think you are a pacifist, my dearest Raven?'

I frowned at my reflection, 'Of course.'

The voice laughed again. 'Do not pretend to fool yourself. Your father is a demon. It's damn near impossible. But this is a conversation for another time. We still have much to do. Tonight, it will all begin.' I shivered, scared at what would be coming.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and momentarily forgot about my father. I turned from the mirror and the still glowing symbols. It was my mother. She looked me up and down closely. "How do you feel Raven?"

I was quiet for a moment. "Perfectly fine, to be honest. Better than I have a long time, almost whole for once." I saw fear flash through her eyes, and I frowned. "Somewhat scared though," I trailed off, trying to appease her slightly.

I reached over as if to give her a hug. She instantly recoiled backwards, making sure she was far out of my reach. I frowned; she was supposed to be my mother. "I hate you," I told her. Crying softly, I turned away, looking back into the mirror. I froze in shock at the glowing red eyes that met my gaze.

"Raven, I–" Arella started.

"I said I hate you!" I cried out again, whirling around to face her. "You're a terrible excuse of a mother!" My black energy lashed out, breaking something nearby, but I didn't look away from my mo– Arella.

Her eyes were wide from surprise. She opened her mouth a few times, as if to say something, but nthing came out. "I have to go," she finally gasped before she fled the room. I closed my eyes and looked into the mirror again. To my relief both the glowing red eyes and the strange markings started to fade slowly.

"I want to go home," I whispered. I knew Azar heard, but she did not move. "Now." She came over without argument, grabbed my arm and with a few quiet words, the world around me disappeared.

As soon as we were back at Azar's house, I walked up to my room. I ignored my mentor's calls, and closing the door behind me I lay down in bed. Looking down at my typical gray skin, I sighed. Hopefully going into the mirror had not been a mistake. I only wanted to meet my father. I rolled over, curling into as small a ball as possible and fell asleep.

'Wake up dear daughter. It's time to work.'

I jolted up. 'Father?' I blinked a few times, looking around the pitch black room. No answer. 'What are you talking about? I want nothing more to with this, I already yelled at–'

There was a bright flash of red light and I saw a man appear before me. He had distinct, short white hair, and the now familiar four glowing red eyes. "Yes, great job with that one. She deserved it. Now back to the present, your delightful mentor has locked you in the room, so we need to break out. Unfortunately, your usual teleportation will not work seeing as she placed a ward on the door as well."

I shook my head. "No, I can't. Azar would be so mad–"

"Does it matter?" he asked, looking at me seriously. "She does not care about you; the bitch you call mother does not care about you either. At this point, I would think that should be fairly obvious. If you come with me, you can actually have a family. You will of course, have a father, as well as six brothers. I believe Jared, Jesse, and Jacob are actually waiting for you in hell."

I blinked, silent. I had a family. And if they were already in hell, they must be different like Azar as always said I was. They wouldn't treat me like some freak. I exhaled slowly. "Alright, just promise to leave Azar and Arella alone?" He flashed me a wicked grin, and with a nod of his head vanished. Not exactly the reassurance I wanted.

'Maintaining a projection is a bit tiring, so talking to you like this will be easier. Now, face the door and repeat this phrase. Azar was not counting on you using a more powerful spell then the basics she has taught you so far. But, this one should force the door to open and then you can go outside. From there, you will be free to complete the prophecy.'

'The prophecy? What prophecy?' I asked.

Ignoring my question, he continued. 'Repeat after me: Ciro Enyawd Vasarix'

I repeated the strange new spell and the door flew open, stopping seconds before it slammed into the wall. I slowly walked out, careful to remain silent. I heard Azar's soft breathing from the room next to mine continue without a hitch.

Everything seemed to be too quiet as I crept down the hallway. However, I made it out the door without disturbing anything. Thankfully I had practice from sneaking out for so long to see Arella or Gayla. I frowned at the thought. I had forgotten to mention Gayla to Trigon. No matter, I would bring it up next time.

Once I was out I instinctively started to walk towards where Azar and I would usually meditate. The streets were devoid of all life, except for a tiny dove that seemed intent on following me. I ignored it, and continued on my way.

Soon, I arrived at the center of the city, where the giant temple stood. I ran up the steps two at a time, and in no time at all, I got to the top. I walked to the center of the circular room and closed my eyes.

'Good girl,' my father complimented me, 'now you know the prophecy. You heard it when you were just a newborn. Repeat it. Now.'

I tried to remember. Somehow, the words came back to me. Without really understanding what I was doing, I repeated them. "The gem was born of evil's fire, the gem shall be his portal. He comes to claim, he comes to sire, the end of all things mortal." My eyes opened, and I was dimly aware of the strange red markings coming off my body. They started to circle around me, moving faster and faster.

A blue light erupted from the center as the words came together, and as it expanded outwards a huge black bird erupted from the middle. It pulled me from the growing portal, and soon we were at the closest wall. With a loud crack, it disappeared inside me. I fell to the ground, before managing to pull myself up to stare at the still growing circle. I started to tremble slightly, growing more and more afraid of whatever I had started.

I watched in a mixture of horror and fascination and the blue light finally stopped expanding. Then, with a bang it exploded into a huge ring of fire. From that, my father emerged. He was huge. I stared up, feeling like I was looking at one of those skyscrapers people built on earth.

He looked down at the ground, scanning it quickly until his eyes landed on me. I squeaked quietly and slid back until I was against the wall. Undeterred, he leaned down and picked me up so I was sitting in the palm of his hand. "Thank you Raven. You did good. Now, we must destroy Azarath."

I stood up quickly, almost falling over again on the uneven surface of his giant hand. "What? No. Father! You can't, or else Arella and Azar will die. You promised–"

He laughed loudly. "I agreed to no such thing. That was your own personal wish, nothing more."

"But all these people–"

"I destroyed an entire planet at the age of six. Considering that, you are a little bit behind. Now," he said, eyes flashing a darker shade of red, "you can either help me, or die with the rest of these fools."

I couldn't move. This was terrible, I knew that, but part of me felt almost eager. And I didn't want to die of course. "Okay," I said. "I'll help."

He grinned. "That's what I thought. Now, I will destroy most of this awful city and its inhabitants. The only thing you have to do is assemble the three useless bitches that like to think they raised you. Azar, Arella, and Gayla."

"But I–"

"Do it."

I shrunk backwards, and wordlessly nodded. "And we need to change your outfit a bit," he commented, "that entirely white look is somewhat offensive." He waved his hand and fire erupted around me. I closed my eyes, expecting pain. When a few seconds passed and I hadn't felt anything, I cautiously peeked out. My once completely white outfit had been replaced with a blood red cloak and a black leotard and boots. Trigon nodded, seemingly satisfied with his adjustments. "Now go," he said, dropping me as he started to make his way out of the now destroyed temple.

I cried out, before remembering my powers. Focusing, I slowed myself down before I hit the floor and managed to levitate for a few seconds inches above the floor. I quickly let myself down the rest of the way. I looked around for a few moments at the destroyed temple.

This had always been such a peaceful, quiet place. Now, pillars were crumbled and pieces of the roof were scattered across the floor. Sacred objects had been smashed into millions of pieces by the falling debris. Fires had started in random places around the room. Even that tiny little dove was lying dead on the ground a few meters from where I was standing. I turned away; doves were my mother's favorite animal. Something about being a symbol of peace.

All of this had been caused by me. "What did I do?" I murmured to myself. I shook my head, disgusted with myself. Not only because I knew I had caused all this, but because I had these perverse feelings of enjoyment from the sight of the destruction and the screams of the soon to be dead. 'Something is wrong with me.' I thought.

With nothing else to do, I set off in search of Gayla. Arella and Azar were probably already together, plotting something and worrying about me no doubt. So, all I had to do was find Gayla and bring her to them. Fairly manageable considering my father's job was to start the destruction of an entire dimension.

Success! Haha, I know it's been a decent amount of time again. I'm getting better though. Kinda. School is just ridiculous sometimes. AP English sucks. But I am gonna try to get started ASAP on the next chapter. Anyways, thanks as always for reading :) it is so appreciated. And anyone who reviews is ever more amazing so an extra thank you to those people. I always love hearing what you guys have to say. Haha, and another thank you (the last one) to the three people who reviewed last time. You guys absolutely made my whole winter break. You're amazing, thank you so much.

Oh and to anyone who is wondering most all the facts in here are true. I do a lot of research and stuff before I write a chapter (I'm a nerd) so like the one spell is actually part of a legitimate spell from the show that did something and in some comic series Raven did have like six brothers. Little stuff like that.