Hear No Evil
It's not something I like to talk about often. Or at all, even, if it can be helped. It's not like I go around introducing myself as "Raven, daughter of a tyrannical interdementional demon, how're you?" Before the Titans, I rarely introduced myself at all. I'd just slip in and out of people's lives, helping where I could in my own silent way; a kind of redemption for my birthright, if you will. And every time they asked who I was, I'd end up giving them my over rehearsed line about being someone they wouldn't want to be around. Most thought that meant I was a drug dealer of a gang leader. No, it meant so much more than that. Too much more.
And suddenly I found myself with the Titans, accepted into their outlandish group before I could think to say no. I can't lie to myself; I kind of liked it. But I always knew that someday I'd cause them more hurt than any of them deserved to deal with, because no matter how hard I try I can't escape the fact that I am Trigon's daughter and a part of him will always live inside of me.
This dark side…it whispers to me. It tempts me to fall away from myself and let the evil take over once and for all. I can hear it at night, the seductively deadly voice of a demon I don't want to have anything to do with. I live in constant fear that one day I'll grow too tired to resist their words, their voices anymore. I'll lose myself, and in time I'll lose my friends.
It's not something I like to think about either. Entertaining the idea that you can one day destroy all of humanity is not a comforting thought. But the ability, the temptation, it's there and it's real. The voices of my father, my evil, entice me with their whispers. They wait with an unearthly patience for the day I give in.
But I won't give in. I have to fight the demonic things that call to me in my sleep. It's the job of a hero to fight the evil they hear, and that's exactly what I intend to do.