Based upon the story by Marv Wolfman and George Perez featured in the New Teen Titans comic book issues #5-6, told now without any damn censoring. All characters in this story are eighteen or older.
TITANS: FATHER'S DAY PROLOGUE: DEFEAT
They had failed.
The enigmatic girl known only as Raven had gathered them, Robin, Cyborg, Starfire, Wonder Girl, Kid Flash, and Changeling, the New Teen Titans, for one purpose alone: to prepare for the coming of the demonic extra-dimensional conqueror, Trigon, Raven's own father. The New Titans were to use their powers and skills to defend Earth, help defeat Trigon, and save the world.
But we failed, Robin thought, gritting his teeth as his body resisted his attempts to move. Failed miserably.
They were meant as a last line of defense, he knew. A collection of mystics from other dimensions, making their last stand on Earth, were the frontline to stop Trigon once and for all. The Titans were just backup muscle. But frontline and muscle alike had been found wanting.
Dick Grayson had been in the business of heroics since well before he could shave. As Robin, he had been trained by the Batman to deal with the worst street crimes, gangs, mobs, serial murderers; all serious, dangerous, and mundane. He could handle that. It was different when things went cosmic.
Trigon had been far above his league, or that of the other Titans; way too far. The impossibly powerful creature had brushed them all aside like toy soldiers, not worthy even of being killed. Robin doubted that even the full Justice League could have succeeded against him.
Perhaps this time the Earth was truly doomed.
Grunting, he stood up. He could see Wally several paces away, thankfully still breathing, and soon located Cyborg and Changeling as well, fallen amidst the debris of the temple, the shattered pieces of granite that could have crushed him like a bug.
How ridiculous was it that he, the only one without any superhuman powers, was the first one to awaken? Maybe one of the others had somehow protected him, maybe one of their heavy hitters, Wonder Girl, or Starfire.
It took just another instant for him to realize that the girls were all gone.
PART ONE: THE DEVIL'S OWN
"Take me, and spare this world!"
Trigon stared at his daughter, the upper pair of his four eyes still glowing with the unholy fire of his manifested power, power that had pierced the barriers between dimensions and lain waste to his enemies.
Raven stood like a flimsy doll before her father, her slender figure in the long dark blue dress and hooded cape made even more fragile by the comparison with the inhumanly tall and massively muscled Trigon. Eight feet above the ground, his wide, fanged mouth smiled, and the deadly fire in his upper pair of eyes relented.
"You know what that means," Trigon said, his voice resonating with impossibly complex bass tones.
"I know." The hood of Raven's cape fell back to reveal tears streaming silently down her high cheekbones. She closed her eyes, not wanting to meet her father's piercing stare, or see her fallen teammates strewn around the ruins of the temple. "But you must never menace the Earth again. You must swear this."
"You will never be able to return, either."
"I know. I accept that."
"Do you accept everything else? Everything?"
"I-I do. Will you swear, father?"
"I do." Trigon extended a hand down to his daughter. "Take my hand and leave this world behind. Forever."
Raven reached up and silently placed her hand in his.
Trigon's eyes flared again with coruscating energies, and father and daughter were enveloped in an aura of heatless fire, as were two of the other figures lying unconscious near them.
"No! NO!" Raven protested. "Just take me!"
"I always keep souvenirs of my travels," Trigon said with a low, growling laugh, before he and the three females held in the grasp of his will vanished.
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"You must help us!" Kid Flash exclaimed.
"You are full of anger and aggression, young man," said the elderly man in the hooded robes, and the gathering of men and women behind him nodded in agreement. "Nothing good can come out of that."
"Of course I'm angry! We just had our asses handed to us, Donna and Koriand'r are gone, and Raven -Raven is gone, and the world may just be about to end-!"
"Trigon will not be stopped through violence."
"What are we supposed to do, then? Ask real nice?"
"You would not understand."
"WHAT?"
"They ain't helpin', man," Cyborg said, shaking his chrome-plated, partially-mechanical head, while trying to repair some of the devices implanted in his dark-skinned flesh.
"We must make them, then!"
"We are trying to understand," Robin cut in, his voice holding a subtle balance of dry calmness and ominous menace that he learned well from his mentor. "But you must help us. We don't even know where we are, really."
"Azarath is the sanctuary of Azar. It is nowhere and everywhere. Azar is in our hearts."
"Good for you, but we must attempt to find and rescue our friends, maybe contact others who can help us fight-"
"No fights. Violence is useless. Only by accepting the truth of non-aggression-"
"Oh, like that Gandhi crap did you much good!" Kid Flash interrupted, his hands clenching too fast for the eye to see. "You're just a bunch of cowards!"
"Please, Wally," Robin whispered.
"You're all still alive here only because Raven sacrificed herself!"
"Yes. Raven did what was expected of her," the man said with a solemn tone. "She finally accepted the Way of Azar, casting aside the foolishness of futile resistance, and redeeming her tainted heritage. She-"
"BULLSHIT!"
"Look, we aren't asking you to fight," Robin said. "Raven said she learned dimensional-travel here in Azarath. That you taught her about Trigon."
"So it was."
"Then we just need someone to show us the way to his world. We'll do the rest."
"Your cause is hopeless, doomed by the folly of your methods."
"That's for us to find out."
"Even if we wanted, it cannot be done. Raven learned how to use her unnatural talents effectively, but no other could travel unaided to Trigon's dark realm."
"There may be a way," a soft voice said. A woman stepped forward, throwing back her robe's hood to reveal long, dark curly hair and delicate features framing pale blue eyes. She appeared to be in her late thirties, but her eyes seemed many decades older.
Robin stared. The woman was beautiful, but it was the eyes that caught him, eyes which held untold deep sorrows and regrets. Raven's eyes.
"Arella." The elderly man frowned. "You cannot."
"She is my daughter."
"It would mean turning your back on Azar's Way."
"I know."
"You would not be welcome again in Azarath."
"I understand." Arella lowered her gaze, in acceptance before looking up again with renewed determination. "But I must. Whatever hope there is of saving Raven, faint as it may be, I must take it. I owe it to her."
"You'll go to your doom, then."
"So did Raven."
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"I was young," Arella said. "And stupid."
"Gar can relate to that," Cyborg muttered, looking sideways at Garfield Logan, and the shape-shifting Changeling smirked mirthlessly in return.
"Please, continue," Robin said, frowning at his teammates.
The priests of Azar had left them, none even deigning to bid farewell to she who had been one of them for nearly two decades. Such was the cruelty of those who considered themselves righteous, Robin thought, seeing how that had hurt Raven's mother. Maybe she wanted to ease her pain by sharing her past. Not that it made such revelations any less uncomfortable, for all.
"By my late teens, I had already tried all forms of excess available. Yet the drugs, sex and everything else left me unfulfilled, empty. I sought something, anything, to give my life meaning, so I turned to the occult. Was quite fashionable in those days. But the cult of renegade Manicheans I joined did more than merely dabble with satanic rites. Their Black Masses sought to contact a real demon. And they succeeded. They found Trigon."
Kid Flash shifted uneasily from foot to foot. His old-fashioned Protestant upbringing made him nervous at such things as demons and satanic masses.
"Look, ma'am, Trigon may be a real fiend from another world," Cyborg interrupted. "May carry a pitchfork and all, but there's no such thing as-"
"Sorry if I offend your beliefs, or lack of them," Arella replied. "But Trigon is evil incarnate, and no word describes him better than demon. I pray you need not be convinced of this like I was."
"But how did you-?"
"The ritual of his Summoning was as ancient as it was unholy. I was chosen among many as the main offering."
"Offering?"
"I was the willing sacrifice, the prospective bride offered to Trigon through a ritual orgy of depraved sex and bloodshed," She looked down with a pained expression. "To my eternal shame, I accepted the role gladly, and became his mate."
"Oh, boy," Gar muttered. "Of that big, red-?"
"But if Trigon could already access Earth, years ago, why did he wait to invade us until now?" Robin asked.
"He couldn't do it himself. Trigon was too powerful to leave his dimension. His power is such that reality itself is bent around him, like a planet's mass will distort space. Heaven knows how he finally managed to force his way up the potential slope of the fabric of reality."
"But how did you-?"