|The Pieces Of Revenge
Author: xT-Zealot PM
Twice he had been free. Twice he had been imprisoned. This time, however, Malchior wasn't going to let his second jailer go unpunished. He was going to make Raven pay. Rorek had escaped his wrath, but Raven will not. (BBRae)Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 10,482 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 01-31-05 - Published: 10-21-04 - id: 2103941
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Author's Note: Hello people! And welcome to me new ficcy! Raven had such a heartbreak in Spellbound, so I'm going to be writing this fic that's centered around her! Even though Cyborg is my favorite character in Teen Titans, Raven to me is the most...interesting of the Titans to watch an episode about her if you know what I mean. And yeah, there is going to be a Beastboy/Raven coupling...and I think this fic is going to become my greatest work. I'm using every single bit of my writing talent to write this fic. So anyway, I'm working hard on this fic, so I hope you enjoy this a lot as I am writing it!
With the stars and the moon being the only natural light, it was a sign of a normal night. Only few artificial lights in Jump City were on, whether from night shifts, headlights from a car or two that still drove down the streets, or even from a nightlight in the rooms of toddlers.
It was the same at Titans Tower.
There was a discarded controller on the floor of a room. A large TV screen was on, the only thing that produced light in the room. The words "GAME OVER" flashed on the screen in big bold letters, bathing the room with light, including the green changeling. Beastboy muttered something about tofu in his sleep, a trail of drool running down from his mouth and onto the pillow.
In another room, the only lights came from the small flickers of light from a recharger. Cyborg lied nearby, a wire being attached to him from the machine as he "slept".
There was no light in Starfire's room. However, the alien girl had a slightly different method of sleeping. Instead of her head on the pillow, it was her feet. Her head, that was supposed to be on the pillow, was hanging over the end of the bed, her long red hair spraying across the floor of her room.
The fourth room was pitched in darkness. Robin's head rested on the nice soft pillow of his bed, not hanging over the edge of the bed.
Even the dark Titan known as Raven slept peacefully, the blanket pulled around her slim body. Darkness filled the room, though it wasn't a surprise since Raven's room never gets that much light, even during the day. The said darkness easily hid the many stacks of books, some with their pages containing spells or just stories of fantasy and horror. With the books, artifacts such as statues were concealed by the shadows, a mirror, and other simple things like a closet.
But there was something else hidden by the shadows. A few feet away from where Raven slept in a dreamless slumber, there was a chest. There didn't seem to be anything complicated about the chest, it was just an ordinary chest with an equally ordinary lock.
Still, there was something radiating from the chest. It wasn't from the wooden carved chest itself; it was more like coming off of something from within.
Despite how much space the chest had within, it only continued one item: a book. Like the chest, there wasn't much of a difference between this book and any other book. Within the white covering, the book contained many pages that were held together by simple binding. To anyone that looked at it, they would've thought of it was another book, its pages telling a tale of fantasy.
Unless they could feel that presence that radiated from within the book. That cold presence...that feeling of emptiness, of evil. Rage, sorrow, pain, it was like the many words on the pages were written with poison instead of ink, containing all the elements of darkness...of evil.
Twice this evil had been defeated, being locked away in this ordinary looking book. Before it had been locked away the first time, this evil had roamed free, free to bring chaos and darkness in its wake, spreading terror into the hearts of innocence. Everyone knew this evil, everyone feared it.
Everyone but one.
In the end, that one was who had locked away the evil. That one was an ordinary wizard, one who had dared to combat this evil with his spells. The evil had spells of its own, spells that were even more powerful then that of the ones that the wizard wielded. The wizard was no match.
Until he used a curse. One curse, a powerful curse. And that one curse was enough to bring an end to the evil.
But not for good.
Years had passed. Years that the evil had spent lying dormant in the pages that were its prison. Slowly, many have forgotten this evil, forgotten that it even existed. Even the mighty wizard that defeated it disappeared within the folds of time. The two became tales, tales that had once been reality.
The evil waited, building up its powers by reading, hoping that it would find a spell that was powerful enough to free it from its prison. At first, it seemed like the prison would hold the evil forever.
Until an opportunity came. It was an opportunity that it had been waiting for for years. Finally...the evil found its chance.
The opportunity took the form of a girl. She was powerful, able to wield spells of her own. She was the opportunity.
The evil deceived the girl by striking where she hurt the most: her heart. It gave her lies, a false sense of companionship...of love. Teaching her a powerful spell, one that she used to free it, the evil lived once again.
However, it wasn't meant to be for long.
The girl was powerful, but not nearly as powerful as the wizard had been. She had allies, something that the wizard didn't have. But even with those allies, the evil easily overpowered them. Victory had been secured...or so it had seemed.
Until the girl used a powerful curse, the same curse that the wizard had used. And just like that, victory and freedom were suddenly snatched away from the evil. It was once again sealed by the pages that had been its prison for years, where it was hoped that the evil would be imprisoned for several more years that were to come, when he would once again be forgotten.
Twice the evil had roamed free. Twice it had been imprisoned.
This time, however, Malchior was not going to allow his second jailer to go unpunished. Rorek had escaped his wrath, but Raven will not.
Malchior had been free, free to engulf his inferiors with his shadow, had been free to roar, to have everyone understand that he was the most powerful, that anyone who challenged him would be consumed by his power.
But he couldn't. It was because of her, because of Raven. She will pay for what she stole from him. He was going to make her suffer.
He wasn't going to be able to do that while in his prison. Malchior needed to be freed. He needed another pawn to deceive.
Fortunately, he knew a way.
Despite how powerful Raven had been, Rorek had been stronger. His magic was what weakened Malchior so that the book would successfully imprison him. Raven's magic had been weaker, weak enough so that she wasn't able to wield the curse as successfully, with as much power, as Rorek had.
Malchior had probed through his prison, hoping that he could find a weak spot. He had found it.
The curse was strong, but Raven's powers had been weak. And because of that, his prison hadn't been as strongly reinforced as it had been when Rorek imprisoned him.
Through that weak spot, Malchior had sent slivers of his power through it. Raven was lost in slumber, which allowed these slivers of power to go undetected by the Titan. And with that done, Malchior waited. All he could do now was hope that someone would be attracted by these slivers and decide to find the source.
Raven found him, and he was sure that another one of these billions of inferiors would be a potential pawn.
Author's Note: For some reason, I seem to be a lot more detailed when I write a fic like this one o.O shrugs Anyway, here's the prologue to a great fic! And the chapters that will make this great will be here soon! Just hope I get a lot of reviews for it.