DCU: Blacklist

[Spearow]

hm, she should be the same exact age as Dick right now, and there are no other teens around, right? if both meet early, with no starfire around, there is a small change of them becoming close friends, nothing romantic, but raven and robin would be a great duo
Specially after robin becomes nightwing, their themes match very well and the stuff happening in bludheaven are super boring with only normal criminals and ninjas to be nightwing villains, if raven moves into bludheaven she can attract a bunch of magical stuff there, it would much more interesting.
The events of teen titans can still happen, but, after the founding members go solo or join the league, it would be cool to have raven closer to robin, only time that happen was on that league movie with Damian and raven getting together, i dislike that robin, raven deserved better.

 

[EyeOfSoren]

Raven, a prime target to add to our own Reddington's crew of mischevious misfits.

 

[Lillie Jones]

Thanks for the chapter

 

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Jump City

Raven was a couple of years younger than she was in Teen Titans but otherwise looked much the same.

"I won't ask again. How do you know about me? Who are you working for?" The young girl was haggard, most likely due to being chased by the cult, and it showed in her demeanor. Rather than the dispassionate look she carried, Raven looked irritated.

Not good.

Miles didn't let it deter him from talking the girl down. "I am working with the Justice League; I am sure you have heard about them."

His answer only made Raven increase the pressure. "Everyone knows the Justice League, but I don't remember seeing you with them on the news."

"I work behind the scenes. You know what? Why don't I call Superman or Flash here and we settle this matter?" That calmed Raven slightly, and breathing became easier.

"Maybe."

"As for how I know you, I make it my business to know about people of interest such as yourself."

"That doesn't explain how you know about my father. In fact, only me and those damn cultists know about Trigon." Red, thin cracks appeared beneath Raven's eyes, a sign that she was getting significantly volatile.

If she lost control now, they were definitely in trouble.

Miles spoke through the gradually strengthening grip the sorceress had on them. "Raven, I know you don't want to hear it, but you cannot afford to lose control now."

The pressure increased more before it eased off, and Miles knew there were going to be bruises. The cracks disappeared, and Raven took deep breaths to calm herself.

"We are not your enemies; in fact, as far as I see, we are fighting for the same cause: ensuring Trigon does not lay waste to Earth."

Raven observed them beneath the shadow cast by her hood before setting the three of them free.

Rubbing his throbbing ribs, Miles gazed at Claire, who was getting ready to retaliate, and the young pyrokinetic stood down.

"Thank you. I am Miles Beckett, this is my bodyguard, Claire, and Question is one of the greatest detectives in the world." Miles introduced himself and his companions, though Raven only had her eyes on Question.

"I realized from the way he followed me." Leave it to the most paranoid man on Earth to track an elusive person like Raven.

"You hid in my shadow while I was tracking you in the warehouse." Victor had noticed something he had not encountered before happen in the warehouse but could not locate the source.

Who had just shown herself.

Raven narrowed her eyes, promising to keep an eye on the faceless person. In fact, half the reason she was suspicious of Question was him having a literal blank face. "Yeah, you weren't easy to dupe. I thought those idiots hired you to find me and decided to use you to find where they were hiding. I didn't expect this, though."

"Now that the hostilities are out of the way and we are acquainted, there are more important matters to discuss." Raven was safe, which meant they did not have to worry about the cult having her, and if she agreed to join them, infiltrating the club would only be a smoother endeavor.

"You guys are infiltrating the club, right? I am coming too."

That was quick.

"And you are welcome, provided you can avoid detection." She could hide in a person's shadow, but there was still the possibility that the cult possessed arcane means of tracking individuals, and being detected would not end well.

They had limited firepower and no intel on what the cultists had in store.

Raven, however, felt confident in her abilities, and Miles had no option but to take it.

"Then we should discuss our plan…"

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Arrival

Grand Opening

Miles exited the limo, tying his suit's buttons, followed by Claire in a red dress. Question was lurking around, waiting for Miles to help him inside. Holding his arm out to his date of convenience, Miles presented his invite to the bouncer.

Checking the invite, the beefy bouncer handed it back before looking at the briefcase Miles was carrying. "We need to see the inside of the briefcase."

"Of course." Miles smiled and opened the briefcase, revealing the antique statue inside.

"Some wealthy shareowners of the club are interested in this piece. I hope it won't inconvenience you." It was the same piece as the one Cassius owned, except it was a well-made plastic copy.

Not that the guards could tell the difference, since they were smuggling a briefcase, not an antique.

The guards knew better than to ask questions and let them pass. "It's fine; you may go in, sir and madam."

Hiding in Miles' shadow, Raven had her free ride inside.

The club was full of deep, dark colors, lights flashing on and off, and loud music. Employees, whether cultists or unwitting ordinary citizens, all wore the same uniform, with the Mark of Skath.

Navigating through the densely populated club, Miles finally found a place out of sight. The entrance to the underground space was in the largest VIP lounge, only reserved for the cultists and their wealthy backers.

Getting inside would be difficult, but first he had to help Question.

Miles checked his phone and saw the message confirming that the delivery truck had stopped near the club, ready to unload its cargo, with Question hiding inside a crate that was supposed to contain high-quality alcoholic beverages.

It was time to head to the storage room, and the building plans had proven useful.

"Sir, this area is staff only; please turn back." The guard in front of the storage room stopped them.

"Ah, my date and I were just looking for a private place since the lounges are occupied." Even in the dim light, Miles noticed the hickey on the guard's neck. "I'm sure you understand."

The guard did not waver. "You should just wait for one of the lounges to be empty."

"Of course, I wouldn't wish to get you in trouble." Miles smiled, turning back as if ready to leave. Taking out his wallet, he wanted to see if the guard was a cultist or just an employee. "Ah, where is that business card of Mr. Cassius? Perhaps he can arrange something." He made a show of searching for the card, and the guard's eyes were stuck on the thick stack of bills.

"Maybe we can arrange something, sir." The guard's demeanor suddenly changed at seeing the money.

Miles took out five hundred dollar bills, discretely holding them out to the guard, and passed another five hundred, seeing that the guard wasn't satisfied."

"I didn't see you."

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Getting inside wasn't as simple as getting out, because the guard would only be expecting two people to leave.

Searching in silence, they found Victor quickly thanks to the neon bright orange fragile sticker on the crate. Quickly helping him out, Claire sealed the crate to avoid suspicion.

"I'll distract the guard; be ready."

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Waiting for a couple of minutes to avoid suspicion, Miles and Claire left the storage room. Standing diagonally to the door, Miles pulled out five more bills. "For your discretion."

"Thank you, sir." The bouncer quickly pocketed the cash, and Question slipped out of the room like a ghost, quickly disappearing into the shadows.

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Question was inside, ready to sabotage the club to disperse the visitors, while Miles and Claire looked for a way inside the VIP lounge. Cassius, being a wealthy backer, had a standing reservation but was too busy with the police to attend the grand opening.

"Excuse me, I had a meeting with Mr. Cassius Korrin; is he in yet?" Miles asked the man standing guard in the VIP lounge. There were two cameras watching the entrance on each side, connected both to the lounge and the security room, making any forced entry result in discovery.

"No. What was the nature of your business?" Of course getting into the VIP lounge without an invitation from inside wouldn't be an easy matter, but that's why Claire was dressed to draw attention.

He had done his research on the group Cassius was a part of.

"Mr. Korrin has a keen eye for valuable antiques; I had an excellent piece for him. Would it be possible for me to wait inside for him?" Spending as much time in front of the cameras to draw attention was not something Miles would do under normal circumstances, but this was an exception.

The guard's answer was as expected. "Not without confirmation from him."

"Understandable. I suppose we will have to wait."

"It would be a shame to let such a gorgeous woman wait outside. Come inside; you can wait for Cassius here." A voice from the other end of the room called, and they were allowed in.

"Theodor Marchand, and you are?"

"Jason, I am acquainted with Cassius." Jason Kalden was a playboy, an old-money kid, and could never resist a pretty face.

That was probably how he was ensnared by the cult.

Now that they had a proper invitation, all they had to do was wait for Question to act.

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Claire was getting angry, though she had a lot of experience in hiding her true feelings.

Miles would make sure Jason Kalden paid for it.

Two more wealthy clients entered the lounge, and Miles was beginning to wonder what Question was even doing. As if the detective had heard Miles, the lights went off, plunging the already dimly lit room into total darkness.

"Finally." There was a thump, followed by another as Claire slammed Jason's face to the table, ruining his face, before slamming the playboy's head to the wall, knocking him out.

"What the hell is going on?!" The other clients screamed, and Claire was quick to get up and neutralize them while Miles sipped his drink.

"Done."

"It's time then."

"Aren't we waiting for Question?" Raven asked as she slowly rose out of the ground.

"No."

Raven ripped the secret door open, exposing the entrance while Claire's armor quickly unfolded on her body.

With her at the front, the trio moved inside the tunnel.

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Claire's flames gave them just enough light to see where they were going. There were a lot of stairs to climb down, and so far, they hadn't encountered any guards.

Which quickly changed as the door to the underground area was finally in sight. Two men, dressed in blood-red robes, stood guard, and using the darkness to her advantage, Raven slammed them to the wall rather brutally.

Beyond the door was something out of a horror movie.

Chained to the floor, hundreds of women dressed in some sort of ceremonial robes were looking at the ceiling. There were no cries, no desperate words to save themselves. Silence reigned as they stood on their knees, motionless.

"Azarath Metrion Zintos!" Raven was not inclined to show mercy, and her attack reflected that as the cultist in the center of the women was obliterated.

"Claire, help her. I'll get the Justice League."

The Justice League communicator worked even so far down underground, and Miles gave the signal.

Now, all he had to do was wait.

"Sister, sister, sister. Here I was looking for you all over the city, and you came to me. Had I known, I would have waited." A demon, because the red-skinned creature with claws, sharp, long ears, teeth jutting out of his mouth, and, of course, the scalp covered in flames could be nothing else.

"Ruskoff." Raven growled, slowly losing control at seeing her half-brother.

"So you do remem—" Ruskoff was cut off short as Raven attacked. The demon was agile and kept dodging Raven's magical beams, though that did not deter the young girl from continuing.

As if the demon itself wasn't enough, the cultists brought out automatic rifles, opening fire without hesitation but making sure not to shoot the dazed sacrificial women.

Too bad he didn't have the time to smuggle weapons inside.

"Claire, leave the demon to Raven; focus on the cultists."

Her armor offered plenty of protection, and Claire was already stomping the cultists. "Got it."

Ruskoff, after dodging Raven's latest attack, stood behind one of the women, and the young sorceress faltered for a second. "Our father sent you to this world for a reason."

"Not going to happen. Now shut up and die."

"Is that so?" Ruskoff challenged while Raven chanted her incantation, before two hands grasped the red-skinned creature, slamming him to the ground over and over again, before he had enough. Flames, far hotter than what he had seen Claire ever create, exploded out of the demon, dispelling Raven's magic.

Ruskoff counterattacked, sending out a continuous pillar of flame, meeting Raven's attack halfway. Slowly, the son of Trigon pushed his sister back, sending Raven to her knees, with sweat pooling on her head.

With one last scream, the flames overpowered Raven, sending her flying back. Barely able to raise her head, Raven looked at Ruskoff as the brother taunted the sister."You think you can beat me, sister? You are weak, and Father should have never given this task to you. You and your mortal allies can't beat me."

Miles walked out of the rock he was hiding behind, sitting on it as he looked at the demon. "You're right, the three of us can't beat you, not without resorting to extreme means anyway." It was obvious that Ruskoff was stronger than Raven now.

"See? Even your ally understands the futility of your actions." Ruskoff grinned, only sparing the human as he admitted to the truth.

Claire was still busy with the cultists.

Miles grinned, which set the demon off. "That is why I called in the cavalry." He confessed, and the demon looked confused. "The cavalry?"

The entrance exploded, sending pieces of concrete flying away, and the Justice League appeared as the dust dissipated.

Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman, Green Lantern, Flash, Hawkgirl, and Martian Manhunter stood shoulder to shoulder.

Miles walked away from where he was standing between Ruskoff and the League. "Gentlemen, ladies, I'll leave them in your tender mercies."

Ruskoff was frozen like a deer in headlights and couldn't even attempt to dodge as Wonder Woman, upon seeing the chained women, flew across the room and nailed the demon in the face, sending him crashing to the wall.

Diana's golden lasso flashed out and caught Trigon's son by the neck before she pulled him towards Hawkgirl. Planting one foot behind, Shayera swung her mace with all her might, caving Ruskoff's face in with red, boiling blood splattering through the air.

The demon went flying once again, and Diana pulled the infernal creature closer for the finishing move, pummeling the demon to the ground with one earthshattering punch.

The rest of the League weren't idle as well and turned their attention to the cultists. Nothing more than armed goons, they couldn't do anything as the superheroes folded them in half like paper.

"Explain." Batman demanded.

"Cultists trying to summon Trigon. The demon is one of his sons. The women are sacrifices." Miles summarized the situation as curtly as possible since Batman seemed grumpier than usual.

It was understandable in this case.

"Why didn't you say so before?"

"We weren't entirely sure what was going on." Since he was sure nothing like this had happened, Miles didn't want to jump to any conclusions.

Not like it wasn't over anyway.




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"We are missing some of the women." The question counted the rescued females and came up short compared to the number he had gathered.

Had they missed some? Or were they not brought to Jump City yet? "Superman, can you check with your vision to see if there are any hidden alcoves?" Miles requested. The building plan was detailed, but you could not be sure with anything when it comes to a cult.

"Give me a second."




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[TFTwink]

"We weren't entirely sure what was going on."

Click to shrink...

Eventually this line will stop working, I just don't know what'll be the straw that breaks the camel's back lol

 

[ChainsawNagitana]

Eventually this line will stop working, I just don't know what'll be the straw that breaks the camel's back lol

Click to shrink...

"I didn't have proof. when i got proof things VERY rapidly escalated. A lot of things are either entirely harmless or suddenly very dangerous, and i call in those who can handle the situation as needed. Here we have the son of a demon lord initiating a dimensional invasion with hellish armies. We thankfully prevented that"

 

[Lillie Jones]

Thanks for the chapter

 

[Samael61]

Hello there,

If you enjoy my stories you can read advanced chapters in my patreon page

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Jump City

Arrival

"We are missing some of the women." Question counted the rescued females and came up short compared to the number he had gathered.

Had they missed some? Or were they not brought to Jump City yet? "Superman, can you check with your vision to see if there are any hidden alcoves?" Miles requested. The building plan was detailed, but you could not be sure with anything when it comes to a cult.

"Give me a second."

"What the?..." Whatever the Man of Tomorrow saw stumped him, and in that second, the Arrival was wiped out of existence as a pillar of red energy burst out to the sky, leaving a gaping hole behind, killing all the people inside the building.

The release of energy created wild gales that whipped around before settling down and leaving its place to a feeling of dread that gripped the air.

The sky turned red, and the people ran away in hysteria, trampling each other in a bid to be as far from the source of evil as possible.

"Oh no." Raven saw the figure flying above the hole and fell on her knees.

Above the hole, a red figure dressed in black armor with golden antlers, hoofs, and a wild mane of white hair floated, eyes closed as he squeezed his fists.

Miles gulped. They—he—had screwed up big time. "Is that?" Not that it could be anyone else, but he could hope.

"Yeah…"

"What do we do?" There had to be a way to defeat Trigon, but he struggled to think of one.

Raven, who was in a daze and terrified, did not have an answer for him.

Trigon opened all four of his eyes, grinning as he surveyed the area, and came down to look at Raven. "Ah, my treacherous daughter. Consider yourself fortunate that my time here is limited."

Raven's eyes widened as she saw a glimmer of hope. "Of course. Even at full power the ritual wouldn't be enough to bring you to this world completely." She turned to Miles. "Trigon's form isn't complete; if he takes enough damage, he will go back to where he belongs."

Trigon's laughter sent reverberations through the air. "Indeed, the question is, are the warriors of this world strong enough to stop me before I destroy this city as a prelude to what is to come?"

Superman answered the question by punching Trigon in the face, barely causing the demon's head to turn to the side. Still grinning, the four-eyed entity punched Superman in the gut, folding the Kryptonian in half and sending him flying away with spit flying out of his mouth.

"Don't attack one by one; charge together!" Miles screamed. They needed to keep Trigon occupied as long as possible, because the demon lord would curb stomp the Justice League in a one-on-one fight.

He and Question were directing what sane people were left in the vicinity away from the fight, since there was nothing they could do.

Watching their arguably strongest member get harmed so easily, the remaining members of the League attacked as one.

Wonder Woman, Hawkgirl, and Flash attacked, getting in close range, while the Martian, Green Lantern, and Batman gave fire support.

Trigon caught Diana's punch and Shayera's mace, slamming both women into each other, but Flash was able to distract him, allowing his remaining teammates to attack. Lantern's beam, a large piece of debris thrown by Jonn, and several batarangs hit the demon, and again, it barely flinched.

"Is this the best Earth has to offer? Here I was looking for a challenge; how disappointing." Trigon taunted the League, which only fueled their resolve.

Superman came flying out with a scream, fist extended, and this time, his attack flipped Trigon through the air with dark-red blood leaking out of his nose.

"Better." Trigon wiped the blood with the back of his hand and launched himself at Superman.

Diana and Shayera blindsided the demon with a double attack, and Green Lantern brought a gigantic cross down on the staggered Trigon, bringing him closer to the ground. Superman brought his hands together and slammed a hammerfist on the back of the demon's head.

A small cloud of dust rose from where Trigon met the ground, and there was only laughter as he rose again.

"Good, good. Give me more." Trigon's eyes glowed, and Miles knew what was coming.

"Dodge!" The League scrambled with the warning, and Trigon's ocular beams split into seven parts, each one carving deep trenches on the asphalt as well as slicing entire buildings down.

Raven, seeing that the Justice League was actually inflicting damage on her father, joined the fray, her dark beams, joined by Claire's flames, slamming onto Trigon's face to disrupt the destructive red energies.

It worked, as the ocular beams ceased with the demon grunting in irritation, which was all the Justice League needed to attack back.

Using the momentary lapse, Diana wrapped her lasso around Trigon's right arm, pulling it back while John did the same to the other arm, giving Superman an opening to rain a flurry of punches.

Diana and Shayera were straining to keep Trigon contained, and the demon had enough, kicking Superman away. Holding the lasso, he swung it around, slamming Diana into John, breaking the Green Lantern's focus.

"Hey four eyes, smile." Flash was a blur on the battlefield, attacking Trigon while the demon was otherwise occupied, and as he got faster with each passing second, his punches became that much more powerful.

"Annoying pest." Trigon shook his head after Flash nailed him in the temple and made to catch the speedster, but several ranged attacks from Claire, Martian Manhunter, and Batman stopped him, followed by several war constructs from John and Raven's attacks.

Superman was back in the fray with Wonder Woman and Hawkgirl, a three-pronged attack that the demon could not stop. Clark and Diana went for the eyes, while Shayera's mace glowed, and she slammed it into Trigon's chest while he was trying to repel the heaviest hitters of the League.

"Keep going; he is weakening." Raven said. She felt her father's avatar weaken with each blow from the heroes and knew that he would soon disintegrate.

After batting Trigon's hand away, Superman grabbed the demon's head and blasted heat beams straight into his lower eyes, while the rest of the League restrained the demon.

The thermal energy cut through the eyes after meeting resistance for a short while, and Trigon bellowed in that baritone voice of his.

But it did not last long.

An explosion of energy sent the heroes flying away, and Trigon stood there, slowly disintegrating, with a bloodthirsty grin that sent shivers down their spines. His avatar was breaking apart into red flecks of energy, but the sense of danger he exuded was not decreasing in the slightest.

"This has been," Trigon stopped, searching for the correct word. "Amusing. Consider yourself fortunate, interloper." The evil incarnate looked at Miles, and the human knew it wasn't about stopping the ritual.

With those final parting words, Trigon's avatar broke down into ashes, and it was over.

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One thousand, three hundred and fifty-seven.

That was the total casualties, including the women that were used as a sacrifice to bring Trigon to Earth in a lesser vessel, along with the guests, the workers, and the law enforcement that was inside the club when Trigon arrived. Civilians were evacuated quickly enough from the area once the fight started, but not everyone had made it to a safe distance.

Considering how strong Trigon was, these losses were light.

The Justice League was battered and tired, but they still helped with the rescue efforts, saving civilians trapped under debris, while Miles brought medical supplies and food and promised new accommodations to the displaced people.

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Watchtower

"This was a disaster." John, who was running on fumes, commented, breaking the silence.

Flash looked down, a somber atmosphere around the usually upbeat speedster. "We failed, and the people paid the price."

"You did not inform us of everything." Batman turned to Miles, the one who was supposed to keep an eye out to prevent anything like this from happening in the first place.

"Because I did not know everything. There was no news of a cult trying to summon Trigon until the last moment, and nothing in the building plans about an underground base below the one where we found the kidnapped women." An oversight on his part, one that cost dearly.

That wasn't good enough for Batman, apparently. "But you had suspicions."

He had feared that was the intent behind the kidnappings, but moving on suspicion alone was not advisable. "Connecting what appears to be sex traffickers to a cult intent on summoning an entity such as Trigon is notoriously difficult when the cult members cannot be bribed, threatened, or subverted and operate in total secrecy." The downside of claiming to have an advanced network when, in truth, one did not have one was that when something slipped through, it did not end well.

Jonn stepped in, feeling the rising tension in the room. "Blaming each other won't do any good. I am sure Miles did his best."

"Manhunter is right. No matter how difficult it is to admit, we cannot save everyone, every time. What we can do is to be better next time so a tragedy like this does not repeat itself." Superman advised. He knew that not a single person in this room had a perfect track record of saving civilians, but just because they could not reach perfection did not mean stopping altogether.

"Well said. I will keep track of everyone that has the slightest of connections to the cult and see that they are brought to justice." One way or another, Miles would see it done.

"Keep us informed on how it goes. Does anyone have anything else to say?" The fight was short, but Trigon was a brutal fighter, and Diana needed time for the bruises to heal.

No one spoke up, and Hawkgirl rose from her seat. "We all should get some rest then."

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Metropolis

Beckett Residence

Miles sat down on the couch without a word, tired. He had just helped Raven settle in a guest room and would soon go to sleep himself.

He has been running himself ragged ever since his arrival in this world without proper rest, and Trigon's short-lived incursion was the final nail in the coffin.

"Miles, are you alright?" Zalika asked, having already been awake. It was rare for Miles to come home looking so tired, especially in the morning, which further showed how dangerous things had gotten at Jump City.

"I will be. How are you two doing?"

She nodded, holding out a folder. "Good. I made a list of all the people tied to that club."

"Thank you, Zalika." Now that he had a list of all the vermin that had a hand in that atrocity, Miles was going to stick each and every single one into a prison, without their individual wealth and connections.

Money transformed even something as grueling as a prison sentence into a smooth experience for the rich, but seeing as most individuals on this list were softened by their posh life, prison would be a true hell for them.

After he rested, of course.

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Every single news channel was running the same story, with constant debates ranging from questioning Justice League's effectiveness to how this cult came to be, the wealthy elite suspected of funding it, and of course, Trigon himself, or the Devil, as the news called him.

The way he had fought the Justice League had drawn more than one villain's attention, unknown to the heroes themselves.

Fortunately, Trigon was gone, but Miles couldn't help but wonder if it was his interference that caused the whole mess with the cult.

Most of its members were either dead or in a mental asylum after their minds were corrupted by their master, so there was no one left to interrogate.

"Raven, good morning." Miles greeted the young girl, who still looked tired even though she had slept for more than twenty-four hours.

"Morning." Raven laid her head on the table and stayed like that until Miles put her breakfast plate on the table.

Claire had already gone out, saying she wanted to spend her downtime on a shopping spree.

Miles took his seat as well and got straight to the matter. "As I said before, you can stay as long as you want, or I can prepare accommodations for you in a place of your choice." It was best to have Raven somewhere close and safe rather than out there on her own, but he would not alienate her by forcing anything.

"Are you sure it is fine?" Being around Trigon's daughter was a dangerous prospect.

"Yes, of course."

"Thank you." Raven started eating her breakfast, content that she was secure.

His charges came down for breakfast and were curious about the new guest. "Hey, we didn't have the chance to talk yesterday. I am Baraka, and this is my sister, Zalika." Baraka introduced his sister, who was still sleepy.

She swallowed her food and nodded. "Nice to meet you."

"Are you going to stay here from now on?" It would be nice to have more people around the home, though Raven was younger than Baraka and his sister.

"For now, I guess so." Raven didn't really plan to stay with humans in the first place and still wasn't sure of the idea.

There were more important matters for the young sorceress to think about now. "Miles, how did you even know about him in the first place?"

"I was aware of some other cults who worshipped him, but none that had the intention, or the knowledge, to summon him." This cult wasn't the only one, and Miles would be sure to keep a very close eye on the rest, starting with Brother Blood's church. Trigon already knew Miles had something to do with the way things changed, which meant that the reason the cult summoned their master was because of his interference in possibly stopping the demon's arrival in the future.

He needed a very blunt instrument to bludgeon these cults to death, without exception.

Zalika was awake now that the events at Jump City were being discussed. "What exactly was that guy? He gave the League a hard time."

"It is a long story, but to summarize it, he is evil incarnate, and his favorite pastime activity is to destroy worlds." Miles explained. He believed it was for the best if the two knew the danger world-shattering entities like Trigon posed for Earth and the universe at large.

"Oh." Zalika and Baraka were stunned. What could they say, knowing that the apocalypse had come knocking?

"This one was a mere avatar, far weaker than the real deal." Raven added, still thinking about what would have happened if Trigon had arrived as a whole.

"Good thing the League was there." Zalika, unlike Raven, did not even want to think about the consequences.


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Metropolis

Beckett Residence

"What are we doing now?" Claire handed over a bottle of pomegranate molasses to Miles, having been chosen as the kitchen assistant.

"Barbecue." Miles took the bottle, pouring it into a dish with some other ingredients.

She held out the chopped black garlic. "Why?"

"Exhaustion doesn't come crashing down on you like a sledgehammer but worms its way in like a parasite. I learned that in Hong Kong. I'd been working for days on end, trying to recover a portion of my father's investments, which included a diplomat with a fondness for pricey gifts and a womanizing portfolio manager." Miles explained, not letting the words stop him from preparing the sauce.




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[Petrox]

"Are you sure it is fine?" Being around Trigon's daughter was a dangerous prospect.

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He is already tagged by Trigon. There are not many things that can make it worse.

 

[FTR2017]

He is already tagged by Trigon. There are not many things that can make it worse.

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Besides, if he's tagged by Trigon already? Then there's nothing stopping him from making as many sorcerous investments as he can possibly can to make Trigon's stay on Earth the next time he visits a heavenly one.

So ... you know? Plenty of Holy, Light, Sanctified Water and Fire, Sanctified Ashes, among many things to drown the bastard with.

Which, for a demon? It'd be our equivalent of quite a hellish experience.

 

[Lillie Jones]

thanks for the chapter