Immediately I felt searing hot ropes snake up my legs, coiling around my entire body. The hellish snakes of power each in turn bit a limb, and suddenly fire was running through my veins.

A blood curdling scream was ripped from my throat as the power of my heritage traveled through me. So this was his real plan. Give me a taste of his power. Make me addicted, like a drug addict who will do anything for his next fix. Fire traveled up my neck, and farther still until it reached the Chakra on my forehead. The pain lessened as each second passed, and in a minute there was none left. I couldnt feel anything, except for the desire to rip a certain humans head off.

I looked to my father, who seemed please with the display in front of him. My hand flashed to my katana and drew the sharp blade from its home. I could feel my chakra heat up, as well as my hand that gripped my weapon. Black flames spread along the razor edge and engulfed the hilt where my hand lies. I held the glowing metal up level with my eyes, and barely refrained from flinching when I saw the four blood red eyes staring back at me. This was different from before however. I was completely in control.

With a grin deadly enough to make any demon shiver in fear, I slammed my palm against the ground. In a burst of black flames, the throne room and my father faded away until I was back in my old room.

The once unconscious titans were awake now, and stared at me in pure horror. Not surprising, really. Any creature of this dimension would tremble at the sight of a demon, holding a flaming weapon with 4 fiery eyes. The same grin tore across my normally passive features, and I could see all of the teens visibly shake.

With a swift turn that made my cloak fly out behind me, I threw open my door and strode quickly down the hall. The Titans silently followed, carried by shadows. My hood covered my face in complete shadow, and I commanded my extra set of eyes to close. Using a bit of my will power, I changed my eye color back to my light violet. My blade was back into the sheath on my back, but it would soon be fit snugly inside Slade's chest.

The large metal doors that led into Slade's observation room opened when I became close enough, and I bowed my head slightly as I walked into the center of the room. He was going to die, but I was certainly going to have some fun with him first.

Walking through the pitch black darkness that surround a majority of the room, I silently searched for my doomed mentor. He wasn't standing on his platform like normal. Strange. I levitated up to the dim lighting, and was met by a close up picture of me, my eyes flaming, sharpened teeth reflecting the light sourse of the room, surrounded in black fire. A grin splits my face as I call in a creepily innocent voice.

"Ohhhh Master? Where are yoooou?" I paused and listened for his heart beat, my new power heightening all of my senses. "How strange. The Master; too much of a coward to face his student?" My sensitive ears picked up a heart beat, fluctuating with anger before it could disappear again.

I pretended not to notice, swinging my arms around like a child in a candystore, too busy marveling at everything to focus on anything important.

"How embarrassing! The mighty Slade Wilson, afraid of a child? Pathetic. And here I even brought him a gift"

At my words, the Titans in turn fell to their knees in front of me, obviously hopeless by their lack of a struggle. My katana flashed, reflecting the dim lights through the flaming darkness that encompassed the blade.

"I guess ill just end these miserable children. Since the ruthless 'Deathstroke' cant even steel his nerve to face his apprentice."

Calmly lifting my arm, I blocked the steel-plated boots that would have easily fractured any humans ribs. Slade twisted, trying to bring his other leg up to swipe the back of my neck in the blink of an eye. I dropped to my knees, letting his leg sail over me before I kicked both of my legs straight up, landing both of my feet under his chin. A loud cackle echoed throughout the room, and it took me a moment to realize it was mine.

"Is that it? How boring!" Slade fell back to the platform, landing with his head and shoulders back against the ground, the rest of his body in the air before gravity reached him and made him lie flat next to me. His groans of pain reflecting his broken spine.

"Go ahead. Heal yourself. I plan on killing you, again. And again. And again." My voice started getting more joyful with each word. "Until I finally decide to send you to hell. Where you belong."

Slade kicked out, his legs connecting with the back of my knees while he sprang to his feet, drawing his bo staff and standing ready. I let myself drop to the floor, giving him a slight confidence boost.

"What? Nothing to say "Master?"" He glared at me, his voice as cold as ever.

"I have no words to be spoken to a disappointment."

I mockingly covered my heart with both hands, tilting my head to the side while I looked at him.

"Ouch. Im hurt Master. Truly"

He growled at my words, before drawing his gun and shooting me in the kneecaps. I blinked, not feeling the bullets pierce anything more than my suit. A grin reached my face, my katana flashing into my hand.

Before slade could respond, I stabbed the blade through his mask, letting it carry through his eye patch and empty socket. He screamed in agony as the fire blazed, searing the wound closed while I withdrew it. Dropping to his knees, he covered his new eye hole.

"On your feet weakling. Im not finished with you yet" I barely recognize my voice, a growling undertone demanding it be deeper than normal.

Slowly, his hands dropped. His voice rang out as he rose.

"Such a shame. You had to go running to your daddy the second you got angry at me. I thought I taught you better than that. Oh well. The Monks of Azarath always knew you were a disappointment. I guess your reputation proceeds you."

Ok, that did hurt. I quickly closed my eyes, trying to block out his voice. He had one advantage over me, he knew what mental scars I have.

"What will your mother think if she were to see you now? Under your father's influence. Oh! Thats right. She cant see you. You killed her. Along with the rest of your people. Massacred them. No one left alive, not even the few that did care about you. Pity youre such a monster. I think your mother and I couldve had some interesting conversations."

It was piercing. But I wasnt hearing his voice, I was hearing my own. It echoed in my head. Over and over again I heard it. My hands covered my ears, trying to block out the horrible voice. I couldnt escape it.

A white version of myself rose in front of me, wise violet eyes staring calmly into my four raging red ones. She stared at me, judging. She looked like an older version of me. More mature. Her voice calm and soothing as it echoed around me.

"This isnt you. Let go of his power. Dont let yourself fall to him."

Pain shot through my body, the red coils reappearing. They were horrific. Like smoldering coals set onto flesh, where they burned their way inside and merged together. They snaked their way around me, attaching into me throughout my limbs. A scream of agony and fear ripped its way from my throat, my eyes shutting tightly from pain.

A glowing hand set itself on my mouth, the scream dying and the pain fading to a tolerable ache. When I opened my eyes, I took in the sight of Slade, standing in front of me. His combat knife dripping with blood. Blood.. my blood. A quick glance down shows all the large gashes covering the gaps in my armor.

My eyes flashed with rage, and my katana shot forward faster than a bullet, piercing him through his shoulder. He screamed again, before trying to back off of the blade. I tipped it upwards, causing the cut to grow deeper with each step he took.

"Stop messing with me!" I screamed, grabbing my head again when the pain returned. Again, the room changed.

A small room enveloped me, the white walls making it painfully bright. A glance outside the small window revealed that it wasn't sunlight at all, and it was actually night. Fire blazed around the elegant buildings surrounding the one I stood in, several appearing to have already collapsed.

"What have you done, Raven?" A soft voice said behind me.

I turned instantly, my eyes wide in shock.

"M..Mother?"

"What have you done?" She repeated, her voice frighteningly weak. I blinked, and the woman before me changed. Her white robe was stained with blood, both black and red. Corpses of demons lay spread amongst our feet, each smoldering like recently burned out coals. My mother stared at me, her eyes empty and cold, rather than her typical warm and loving gaze.

Her chest suddenly tore open in front of me, the wound squirting blood, painting my face and now-white cloak with crimson. My hand flashed, and a quick glance revealed that I now had long claws, dripping with fresh blood. Horror filled my mind at the realization. I did that to her.

Pain ripped into my own chest, causing me to roar like an animal. My hands clutched the source of the pain, revealing a silver knife slabbed into my heart. I looked back up to my mother, who clutched the handle of the blade, her sides heaving from pain.

"Y-you... will die.. with A.. Azarath.. and m-me" she sputtered, blood leaking from her mouth.

Rage coursed through my veins, causing me to roar as a demon would. My hand swiped in front of me, tearing out the woman's throat. Her head fell back, no longer being held in place by her now-missing throat. My mothers corpse crumbled to the ground, lying at my feet.

When the realization of what I had just done hit, my knees gave out. I fell face first to the floor. The blade pushed further into my chest, ripping another scream from my jaws.

With a blink of an eye, I was back in reality. Slade stood above me, his eye wide in shock. Blood poured from his throat and chest, covering his black armor in scarlet horror. He stumbled backwards, before his body gave out and he fell to the floor, his life force draining faster than he could hope to heal.

Lifting a shaking hand, I felt the handle of the combat knife lodged into my chest. The same thing as when I slaughtered my home world.

My vision blurrs, but I can barely make out the silhouettes of 3 people standing around me, and one kneeling next to me. The Titans. I forgot about them.

Groaning in pain, I felt myself be picked up and rolled over onto my back. Cyborgs worried face came into view, his eye showing caution. A small smile crossed onto my face, my eyes fluttering closed.

"Im sorry... my friends." I whispered out, my voice trembling from the pain. I felt my body relax, and suddenly I was falling. It felt endless, until my own voice echoed in my head.

"Stop the alien." Thats it? What does that mean? Wait!

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I woke up on my back, laying in a darkened alley. I felt the cold asphalt through the thin layer of my cloak and leotard, and shivered slightly. When I sat up, I was faced with the sight of a road, a few cars passing now and then, with people walking around. I touched my temples when a sudden headache struck, and I immediately knew what was wrong. Someone has erased my memories.