AN: Content a bit graphic r and r let me know if Cynicism should become a reoccurring character.

Chapter Three

Cold. Dark. Lonely. This was what Raven was pulled into. The corner of her mind was somewhat like a void. And this void was filled with all the things she did not accept of herself. It took the form of -all the possibly imaginable things in the world- a hallway. The wooden floor was old and splintered. Which caused it to project creaking noises with every step she took. The hallway seemed never-ending. With doors upon doors stretching as far as she could see into the dark abyss. If it wasn't for the labels on the doors, she knew for certain she'd be lost here forever. Although, the possibility to become stranded in the dark corners of her mind wasn't too unlikely in the first place.

Based off of the evidence she'd found back at knowledge's library and the additional conclusions she had come up with it had to be the one emotion she had locked deep down at the end of the hallway. She remembered being here a few times before. Specifically, there were a few instances when she'd come face to face with the emoticlone she was looking for. But in those cases she -as well as the others locked in this part of her mind- were torturous, taunting manipulative, cruel, and unaccepted. That was a big part of why Raven didn't like to explore this part of Nevermore. These parts of her were unacceptable and they made her fear the monster she was deep down inside. There were a few emoticlones here she could tolerate to certain extents, but most were to feared by herself that she couldn't bear to give them a chance. Passing each door she winced at each labeled name. A few specifically stood out to her. Names such as, "Schadenfreude, Despair, Depravity, Horror, and Abuse." Then, the door she was looking for was in front of her. It was one of the joint rooms Similar to how Schadenfreude and Depravity were roommates. Which seems like the perfect match made in hell. Th\is room was shared by Arousal and Lust. These were two emoticlones she has rarely conversed with and that was because she deeply rejected them. Raven did accept a majority of her human side. But she absolutely refused to at least give these two emoticlones a sense of restricted freedom as she did with Rage. She knew exactly who they were though. They were her emotions after all.

Raven inhaled deeply in order to brace herself for whatever was behind the closed door. She grasped the knob of the door shocked at how surprisingly warm it was compared to everything around it. Tugging at the door, it wouldn't budge an inch. "Locked. Azar, please help me." She let go and ran her hands through her hair anxiously. Nothing was going her way so far on her little mind escape trip today, and she had a feeling it wasn't going to get any better either. This thought was confirmed as she was grabbed by a pair of cold hands in a flash of a moment.

Her feet were kicked from underneath her causing her to lose balance. It was in this quicker part of a second the emoticlone took her advantage in stability to grab Raven's neck and restrain her hands behind her back. Raven had realized fairly quickly that she was being attacked by her awn emoticlone. Although, she was too late by a fraction of the second to deflect it. Now she stood with her neck and face pinned to the wall by a hand that felt like ice. The emoticlone was pleased with her work. Especially, by the fact, it had been accomplished in such an efficient amount of time.

She leaned over to Raven's ear to introduce herself. Her breath on Raven's skin was like frostbite which made the trapped girl shiver. "Welcome sweet little Rae. Did daddy's little girl finally come home to play with us for awhile? We all here know we're the favorites." The grip the emoticlone had on Raven's throat wasn't tight enough to block air to her lungs. The grip was a perfect mixture of torture and pain. With the mention of the word favorites, sharp nails pierced further into the soft flesh of Raven's neck. In order for Raven to remain breathing, she had to concentrate on the action rather than retort words back to the cruel clone of herself that was holding her hostage.

The emoticlone giggled brightly at Raven's endurance of pain. "Oh, give it up. You know as well as I do no matter how much you squirm or scream or bleed or suffer nobody can save you here. You did it to yourself, Rae." Raven gave up on struggling against the grasp in defeat. The emoticlone was unfortunately right. She was the one who touched that barrier. Nobody else did it but her. Even though she had sworn to herself she never should go into this place willingly here she was and this was some sort of sick and twisted punishment for her actions she assumed.

The emoticlone smirked with the darkness that filled her inside. "I'll be sure to make this painful and hard for you…because it gives me so much pleasure. But I assume you must not be educated enough to know about pleasure because you're here to seek out the sluts at the end of the hallway." Raven winced as the grip became looser but the piercing of sharp nails deeper. "Personally, my sex drive is usually pleased by Schadenfreude and Depravity. It's actually kind of handy that you let them room together. That is because having a private and personal place to fuck is so much better than the hallway. Although, when I get that uncontrollable kinky need to be fucked for passion and not pleasure I go to Abuse. Overall, it shouldn't matter who the hell I choose to fuck around here. I could get anyone at anytime. That's in part because I'm the boss around here." Her giggles filled the emptiness of the chilling air. "hmmmmm…. In fact, I could fuck you right here… right now if I really wanted to. Truthfully it wouldn't be worth it because little miss virgin can't fuck. Isn't that right." The emoticlone leaned even closer to Raven. Her words felt like fire in her ear. "That's because you have deamed the conceivable predicament of fucking shameful, embarrassing, and unacceptable. Along with everything else in this shit hole of darkness you have us trapped in. Really, I do think we could use an upgrade. Remember Rae, just because mommy was a pathetic useless mortal who didn't appreciate the greatness daddy had to offer doesn't mean you should let your daddy issues distract you from fucking who and whatever you wish. But I see this is just a tad bit too much to explain to you. at least all at once, that wouldn't get it anyway because you let the stupidity of humanity brainwash you into morals and pathetic uselessness. You're almost as stupid as dear mommy. You should remember how stupid she was. After all, she never respected daddy so he killed her and right in front of your eyes too. It even happened on that worthless place you call Azarath. Just like any right-minded demon would do to a disrespectful sex slave. The only difference between mommy and a sex slave was you! Daddy needed a home for his spawn to be conceive and she was just a convenient willing whore. I mean I'd be just as mad if something like that happened to me. Just like how I was furious last night when you let one of the sluts pass through that fucking barrier without notice."

The grasp around her throat tightened back to its original state of torture. The emoticlones eyes began to glow. Raven could see faint reflections of shimmer on the dark wall. As it was the only source of bright light to cut through the dark for miles. "But, anyway, princess. This little talk was nice. We should chat more often. You happen to be just a great listener. I mean, even your green little boy toy seems to think so. So it must be true. By the way, the names cynicism. Make sure to let me know when you're ready to fuck either me or the beast. I'll be around. Well, its also kinda hard to leave when your fucking trapped in a dark hell hole."

Cynicism was gone as soon as her hands disappeared from their grasp on Raven's throat. Overwhelmed was a vast understatement for whatever Raven was feeling. She knew that Cynicism existed within her, but she'd never met her personally. There apparently had to be first time's for everything though. Although, becoming emotional over the cruel taunting and threats Cynicism had made would not make things any better. She was on a time restrictive chase and feared what the consequences of wasting time would result in. Taking a deep breath she knocked on the door. Seconds later a click could be heard, but nobody had opened the door. Assuming this meant the door had been unlocked, she turned the knob and was shocked to see the scene playing before her eyes.

AN:Sorry original post got messed up.