Love of a Demon
A/N: This is my first foray into the minds of the Titans villains. Trigon is an interesting paradox to me. He's evil but yet with some sort of heart. It interests me. So this is my journey into his heart. Into his feelings about his child. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Come on you all know I don't the Teen Titans. I just play with them from time to time.
The love of demon is a powerful force. It is a double-edged sword, as beautiful as it is deadly. Like an oleander flower it is a poisonous beauty. It has the power to at once lift you up into the heavens and then body-slam you into hell. It is this love that I try to bestow upon my child, my daughter.
There are those who preach that no demon could know love. That no demon could care for another being let alone a child. They are wrong. The love I feel for my child is not something I know, but something I feel. It is automatic, something I don't control.
My child claims that I do not love her. She claims that I want her only to conquer the universe. My love is false in her eyes. But I know no other way to show my love; slaughtering hundreds, sacrificing my followers, conquering worlds, all of it is for her. It is the only way I am able to express myself. How she can doubt the depth of my love is confounding to me. But I persevere.
There are some who claim that a demon would only know anger, violence, and destruction. That no demon would understand compassion, empathy and all that comes with being a parent. Again they are wrong. I heard the sobs of my daughter daily, I felt her pain daily. In the dark of the night when she asked for companionship, it was I who reached out and with unseen arms, cradled her close. It was I who felt her affection bloom and then wither for that rat-bastard Malchior. It is I who watches as her emotions for the changeling grow. I have felt her pain, worn it as my own, taken as much as I could into me.
My daughters' happiness and joy is all I desire. I would hope that such pleasure might be found in ruling by my side, conquering and destroying all who oppose us. But if that is not to be then so be it. If denying my love is what makes her strong makes her happy, then so be it. I am prepared to wage a long and hard battle, if it is what it takes to show I care.
The love of a demon is a powerful force. Beautiful, deadly, and unable to be denied. It is this love I try to share with my child. My daughter. My Raven.
A/N: There it is everyone. Hope you enjoyed it.