𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 

𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐀𝐦 𝐈?

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝕬𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍, 𝖚𝖓𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓

"Its emerald skies turned black as death itself. The sweet smell of Gossamer became the pungent odor of Brimstone. Our world shook and rumbled with protest. And peace turned to fear. Life became death." ― Raven Describing Her Birth

Emma Jones didn't think she would take another breath again after being run over by a fucking truck but she had seen weirder things like the time she walked into our parents when she was 12 - it was the trauma of the season for her.

She shrugged off the fact she had died off easily, she wasn't one to freak out over anything. She was a calm and bored person, and she got to live again so it wasn't that bad. It wasn't like she was going to be put in a hostile environment from the get-go, or she was waking up in an apocalyptic world where ants ruled the world or something ridiculous like that.

Everything seemed normal when she woke up in a large room fit for a princess, thankfully she could leach off her parents yet again and live a lavish lifestyle reading comics and lazing around. The windows were open and the sheer white curtains swirled with the wind onto the balcony. She took a deep breath in as she looked around the impersonal room, and noticed the air was clean and fresh, more than the air in America, she couldn't smell the nauseating stench of garbage, fast food or pollution. It smelt like her grandparents' farm, and she could simply hear her old laugh when she used to run through the fields as her grandparents' golden retriever chased after her.

The room didn't hold any objects that showed it was lived in at all, there were no posters or art, and the duchess's mirror was covered with a white cloth. It felt dead and empty and utterly oppressive, the only good thing in it was the large bed and the bookshelf that was filled to the brim with dark-covered books. Luckily she could read the titles, which meant she wasn't in a different continent where she would have to learn the language or she could now read whatever language it was in. Both seemed good in her opinion.

She pushed herself off the large bed and noticed she was wearing a dark purple robe-like saree garment under it. It wasn't her first choice of clothing but it would have to do for now and purple was her favourite color. She rubbed her face, trying to feel for anything out of place like another set of eyes or another mouth and noticed her hands were smaller than they used to be and her body looked smaller too as she looked down.

"Please no," Emma groaned, the worst solution coming to mind. She looked at the mirror once again, slightly fearful of pulling the cloth off and seeing what lay under it or what her reflection would hold.

She mentally yelled and let out a groan and dragged her hands down her face like the screaming man in the Edvard Munch painting. "Of fucking course," she gritted out seeing her reflection, she looked young, younger than seventeen the age she was supposed to be. Her hair was now a dark colour that looked purple, it was cut short above her shoulder and her eyes were a dark and dead purple that matched her robe. There was a baby face and her skin was pale like she hadn't seen the sun in months, she looked a sickly grey.

The person in the mirror looked familiar, especially with the glaring ruby-red diamond gem on her forehead and she paled more than she thought possible with such paper paper-white skin tone. When Emma first saw the bed she thought she could finally live in peace and have a fun life but the red rem on her head was the first thing blocking her from that. Anybody who hadn't lived under a rock knew what it was but they didn't truly know about it, There wasn't much information on it just that it trapped her inner demon inside.

Emma's eyes glimmered in something when she gently touched the skin around the gem on her forehead and the truth smacked her harder than she thought. She had taken over the body of her favourite comic book character who was a literal half-demon and half-human whose father literally destroyed planets because he was bored and angry. She wasn't the seventeen-year-old Emma Jones who was a literal leech, she was Raven the cool emo girl who was a physical gateway between worlds and holding her four-eyed father back.

It was hard to accept since Emma didn't know a lot about Raven's past or her life in Azarath, the parallel dimension she was probably in seeing the peaceful plains outside her window. The only thing people knew about Raven was that her father was a powerful demon, we had seen her and the Titans defeat him five times. The plotline was regurgitated a lot because it started the foundation of the new heroes and there was nothing else massive enough with the teen Titans/young justice.

She trailed her grey slender fingers across the vanity desk picked up the notebook lying on it and flipped through it with furrowed eyebrows. At the start the writing was beautiful, with controlled movement and cursive, something Emma never achieved in her life, She couldn't even read her handwriting, her mother always said it was akin to a doctor's scrawl. As the pages went on the ink became heavier and the handwriting messier, until she came to the last filled page and her eyes widened at the pure chaos on the page. Trigion's name was scrawled over and over again, the letters mixed into one and Emma could see the different aliases in different languages and it was thoroughly concerning.

Trigon?

Trigon. Trigon. Trigon. Trigon. Trigon.

TrigonTrigoTrigon Trigon Trigon.

Trigon Trigon Trigon Trigon Trigon

TRIGON TRIGON

Father

Emma looked back at the mirror and gasped in fright, dropping the book and seeing the image in the mirror. Her reflection or Raven's didn't have her eyes widened in fright or had her mouth open in shock. The Raven in the mirror had a bloodthirsty grin on her black skin, and four empty red eyes glaring at her and Emma could hear the cackling laugh through the rippling glass. The demonlike hand was lifted and slashed at the mirror and Emma jumped back thinking she was going to get hit despite the figure being locked in a mirror.

"You don't belong here," the figure hissed, the words rolling from her forked tongue with such venom that she was surprised it wasn't dripping off the red appendage. It was rough and unpleasant to the ears yet Emma could feel the curiosity and the pure inflexion radiating off it.

She knew she didn't belong here in Azarath in Raven's body, she knew that more than anyone else, especially this demon person. Emma had an inkling of the figure's identity, she assumed it was Raven's demon self the one hiding from herself in the red shiny gem on her forehead all thanks to dear old Dad. It was like a looking glass into the deepest parts of her soul - perhaps that's exactly was and why it was covered with that sheet. Was Raven afraid of herself?

"I know," Emma admitted sadly, She felt bad for Raven and even her demon self, she had taken over the woman's body for whatever reason or for whoever's amusement and she couldn't do anything about it no matter how hard she tired. Perhaps she could save Azarath as an apology and find a way to put Ravne back into her body. She sighed, her breath coming out shakily and she reached to the white sheet ready to hide from the real Raven out of shame and guilt. Her hand clenched up like a spasm of atherties and it billowed down to the clean tiled ground as Raven muttered something in Latin, The venom in her tone was lessened yet the volume of her voice increased.

Her knees buckled as her brain felt like it was on fire and she tried soothing it with her claw-like fingers that were unbearing cold. She let out a scream feeling her entire body being crushed and she sobbed, Her eyes were tightened in pain but soon it lessened as images flowed in and out. She opened them to glare at the smug demon Raven who was staring her down from a throne that seemed to be made of bones and skulls. She felt the warmth of hellfire before she saw it licking the bottom of the throne and she shivered.

She looked away from her, her eyes staring at the marble swirls on the tiles and tried to focus on the pain instead of the fear of dying from some demon queen that was now in her mind, forever taunting. The first thing that made sense was Raven in a black-cloured robe, her hood up and covering her face despite the bright sun shining around her and the flowers she had herself in. The overwhelming smell of life and lavender was intoxicating, more than the pain of a headache x a thousand. She watched Raven from high up in a tree like she was a bird watching its prey. Raven was running through the field and she half expected a billowing laugh to come out of Raven She didn't, she looked around the fields and realized she wasn't running in happiness to chase a butterfly or something she was being chased by a shadow.

She looked back into Raven, ready to warn her but nothing came out besides a squawk and she looked down to realize she was indeed now in the body of a bird, a raven more like it. She saw Raven look at her, her purple eyes dead and surprisingly unafraid, They held a defence that was similar to her when people would question her life choices and she was about to backhand them into oblivion. A newfound respect grew in Emma Jones's body seeing Raven run from a shadow unafraid, If it was Emma she would be scared, scared of dying but she wasn't anymore. She had already done it or was it all a dream and she was now a bird? Nothing made sense but it would be a common concept in the world of the Detective Comics.

Raven was so occupied with the raven squawking at her and now flying towards her that she tripped over an exposed root and slammed into the ground, her head cracking against the hard dirt. All Raven saw was a beautiful raven gracefully flying towards her, and the human-like eyes it possessed in its azula blue beady eyes. At that moment Raven realized the raven's feathers were much more than plain old black, it was a masterpiece of a mosaic of blues and purples. Raven being comforted by a raven...how unusual.

Then everything turned black for the both of them and they felt as if they were swallowed by the shadow that was chasing them, They felt the drop of their stomachs as they fell endlessly in an abyss.

The pain had subsided and was gone as quick as it came but the overload was more painful than the ear-splitting headache. Emma had gotten everything, memories of Azarath the 'kingdom' of peace, beauty and tranquility, her mother and the story she told her. Why her mother decided to do the tango with a demon was beyond her but without them, she wouldn't be alive and neither would Raven.

Raven's mother, Arella, did not get along with Raven very well. She was banned by the other acolytes from forming attachments with me and she listened. She was ashamed of her actions when she was younger and she was...ashamed of Raven. Ashamed she was not fully human and the result of her actions nearly doomed her world. It was upsetting but a welcome concept because she did not want to sully her mother's name or the sweet person she was by accepting another woman as her mother. But Arella wasn't that good and she was far by the standards of Sally Jones and Emma was thankful she didn't have to talk to her. If anyone could guess she was an imposter it would be her mother, fragile and non-existent relationship aside or as one would hope.

Emma saw every time her Raven's own people called her a demon behind her back, she was treated horribly from the sidelines saying she would be the downfall of them all, which wasn't a lie. Due to her heritage and the impending doom that was Trigion and with Raven as his only anchor, she was shunned. She (and Trigion as they saw her) didn't exactly fit in with the pureness and control they stood for.

She had seen every time Raven would act out as her emotions became too overbearing and that there would always be one person bringing her back to earth or well Azareth now. She saw Azar, who was essentially the leader of Azarath, the name itself was a mantle, passed down to their daughters. The current Azar is the third and would be the last. She oversaw Raven's training and taught her how to control her emotions and her powers, Azar made her strong yet weak at the same time. Azar was the only one who was allowed to 'befriend' Raven. Raven depended on Azar a lot, more than she did than her mother and there was a massive co-dependence since Azar was the only one Ravne talked to. Emma could feel the connection and respect Raven held for the Goddess-like woman. But she also knew that Azar was lingering at Death's door and that would be the last straw of Raven's fragile mind and would start the destruction of Azarath and its people.

Soon enough Raven mastered her control over her emotions and became a pacifist just like her people. Azar taught her all types of meditation which helped her immensely to gain control over her emotions and with her powers; empathy, telepathy, telekinesis, illusion manipulation, Intangibility (she sneaked around a lot with), Emma smiled seeing Raven use her soul self to astral projected herself so she could read as she left - it reminded her of Dr Strange. Raven's main power was her soul self and umbrakinesis which allowed her to manipulate pure darkness she had a lot of with her demonic side and it allowed her to do a lot of things but it was the hardest ability to control. Raven also mastered and learned many types of magic and she loved learning new things. She had a lot of powers but Emma knew she would learn even more things and grow more powerful as time went on.

Raven had tripped over and hit her head whilst she was walking down the street and she was sleeping it off when Emma took over. Emma soon realised Raven had died or become too weak and she had deposited it into her body. Emma knew not the reason but she thought perhaps it was because of the destruction that could be caused if Raven died or gave in.

It was hard having Raven's memories with all the suppressed emotions and feelings. Being her was harder than I thought and having to suppress everything because of her father so she didn't destroy everything in her path. It was a lonely venture and Emma's heart bled for the original Raven who had been alone her entire life and still was treated differently when with the Titans. But Raven had formed a family and Emma was determined to do the same. She would defeat Trigion for Raven and try saving Azareth.

It would be hard but easy to adjust to this new life in Emma's or rather now Raven's opinion. It was still a confusing thought, Was she still Emma even if she was in Raven's body and held her memories, powers and emotions? Or was she a completely different person now with different goals, and emotions? All Emma/Raven knew was she was a combination of all and her old life as Emma Jones was now non-existent and she couldn't go back even if she wanted to. This life had its challenges and soon would be much more but she would get through it no matter what. She was not dying in a fucking comic book world without laying her eyes on Jason Hood's white streak or touching Dick 'Nightwing' Grayson's infamous ass or- Okay so Emma Jones, DC connoisseur had a bit of a bucket list growing but who wouldn't?

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This is basically an introduction into Azarath, sadly there isn't much on Azarath or it's religion and customs so I've kinda just made some stuff up. Raven/Emma might seem a little OP at the start but she just is and she's had training since she was young so it'll be harder to make her weak. But I've also realized that the future young justice team is literally going to be so op...So I might bring more teenage type drama into it because they're literally going to one shot the villians every episode becuase there's so many and there all powerful in their own right which was a mistake on my part soooo yeah! If action is what you were hoping there won't be much here, probably only when she fights Trigion and the other bosses lol.

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