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So this took an unreasonable amount of time. I could regale you all with how I was moving and how that took up all of my time, which is true. However I could have and should have made more time to write, so its no excuse. All I can say is it shouldn't be long before chapter 6 as I've already started writing it and now that im settled in my new home writing should be easier. This chapter was also a pain, as you will see. I wound up rewriting almost everything. Hope you enjoy!

Italics and single quotes 'hello world' indicate mind to mind communication between Taylor and Raven.

Much like the ever tumultuous city of Gotham back in her previous dimension, nighttime in Brockton Bay was too dangerous for most of its residents to go outside of their homes. In response to that danger, most young people in the Bay hung out during the day, before it became too dark, at shops along the boardwalk or near their school. One such popular spot for the local youth was a small coffee and tea shop located not far from Raven and Taylor's apartment, The Red Eye Express.

Entering the establishment, Raven looked up at the menu board located above the counter while she conversed with Taylor in her mind.

'So why are we here ordering a drink when we have perfectly good tea at the apartment? Don't we have more important things to do today, like work on getting you a body of your own?' Taylor said, slightly irritated by what she saw as a frivolous excursion.

"While yes we do have a lot to do today, avoiding all social interaction is unhealthy for both of us. Plus, this is a good opportunity for us to forge ties with the community here and hear the local gossip. You want to be a hero Taylor, and that's admirable, but if you cut yourself away from the people you want to help than how will you know what they need."

"Fine… it's not like I'm interacting with them anyway. You are the one in control."

Sighing Raven walked up to the counter to order a mug of an interesting sounding herbal tea. Taylor had started to express her irritation over Raven's continued possession of her body, not that Raven blamed her. The problem was that she was still far from being able to create a body of her own. Many of the ingredients she needed were either unavailable in this dimension or were seemingly myths. Either Earth Bet never had a magical community or that community disappeared at some point. The only known magical on the planet was a cape called Myrddin in Chicago who everyone assumed was just a crazy Parahuman. She had sent him an email through her Guild account asking to meet to discuss magic, but had yet to hear back from him. Hopefully she would hear back soon and figure out if he was crazy or not.

Picking up her mug at the counter, she sat down in a comfy looking chair over by the fireplace next to a young looking girl playing with her phone while taking small sips of a mug of steaming hot coffee.

"Hi! Wow that smells, really good." The girl said to them, looking longingly at their tea.

"Not a fan of coffee?" Raven replied with a small smile.

"N- I am; this just isn't the best cup I've ever had." The girl took another sip with a small grimace. Internally Raven smiled, the girl reminded her of herself at that age, stoically trying to pretend that she was older and more mature then she really was. Though the girl was far more friendly than she ever was, striking up a conversation with a stranger like she had. Taylor had instantly gotten tense when the girl had addressed them, her past experience with girls near her age causing her to always expect the worst of people. Raven saw it as her responsibility to show Taylor that not all teens are as cruel as the people from her High School had been, and that social interaction with peers can be fun.

The two girls made small chat for a while, discussing favorite teas and the songs that were playing over the stereo in the shop.

Eventually the two finished their respective drinks and had to leave their comfortable positions near the fire. As the two walked out of the shop the younger girl turned to Raven and held out her hand.

"By the way I don't think I ever introduced myself, my names Missy."

"Rachel." She said returning her handshake, ignoring Taylor's surprise at the use of her own name.

"I had fun, we should hang out again some time - if I mean if you want to." Missy said nervously, looking down at seeming overly eager.

"Sure I'd like that," Raven replied with an honest smile, before exchanging numbers with the younger girl and making her way back to their apartment.

'So what was that about, introducing yourself as Rachel?' Taylor said sounding confused.

'I'm not surprised you didn't notice, but the phone she was on was exactly the same as the one the PRT gave me. Plus, as you know I am a telepath, it wasn't hard to slip in to her mind a bit to see if my hypothesis was correct, that girl we just met was Vista a member of the local wards. That's why we sat next to her.'

'WHAT!' Taylor yelled in her mind. 'Why would you do that! Isn't that a huge violation of those unwritten rules Mrs. Militia and Narwhal told us about? And what about the master stranger protocols the PRT uses, wont they find out that you were in her mind?'

'No sorry Taylor you misunderstand, I didn't delve deeply into her mind or make any changes, it was really just a use of my empathy more than true telepathy. She thinks of herself as Vista more so than as Missy, and that fact is practically broadcast from her very being. I've been around enough powered heroes to know what they feel like, and she broadcasts odd emotions for someone her age. Confidence, yet loneliness. A bit of anger and irritation at something and unresolved lust at someone else. Some serious mental scars as well, with strong feelings of betrayal and hurt. Probably from whatever her trigger event was. I think she might be a good candidate for recruiting for our own team, she is obviously not happy with how things currently are. As to the unwritten rules, it's not like we are going to out her or attack her.'

While it was obvious Taylor was unhappy with what she saw as manipulation, they decided to leave the situation alone. Deciding to change the subject, Raven started talking about what she thought they would need to build a body for her.

'Ideally we would have some of the blood from my original body, or at least some of both my parents but that is beyond us at the moment. The way our current situation works, I am able to possess your body as you were willing to take my soulself in. A willing possession provides stability in the connection between the host and the demon, in this case myself, and allows the demon's will to supersede that of the host. This is why I have control of this body, even though it still belongs to you. The key point here is stability. Without a willing host, or at least an invitation, the possession will weaken and eventually fail leaving me incorporeal and vulnerable. Most demons would be able to flee to their hell dimension, however that path is blocked to me. If my body were to die I would have little time to find a new host or I would be forced into the clutches of Death.'

'I thought you were half-human though? Does that change things?'

'Yes I am half-human, which actually makes me more vulnerable while incorporeal. Being half human made my birth body much more attuned to my being, and limits me to human-like bodies for possession. It affects many of the magics I can and cannot do, but for the most part I get the best of both worlds. Many of the Laws governing Demons do not apply to me, and I have much of the power that Full Demons have. I also get the versatility of being able to use human magics and abilities, without being as tied to flesh of my birth body. There are drawbacks of course, not to mention the stigma of being a half-breed, but us Half-Demons are rather powerful, especially considering my Father is one of the most powerful of the Demon Lords.

'Anyway as I was saying, we will need a base from which to build a body. Unlike with our current situation, my new body won't have a soul of its own so it can't willingly let me in. Nor can it fight me, as a blank slate it's a bit of a loophole. Still, for it to be stable it needs to be attuned to a demonic presence, and since I am a half-breed I am afraid it really needs to have a human base if it is going to allow me access to my full abilities and remain stable. Luckily, for demons one body is basically as good as any other, they are more like clothing are to humans than bodies. So while it will need to be human at its base, it doesn't need to be a relative of mine or anything, my soul self will take care of that when I enter it and will change it to my original DNA, assuming the ritual works. To attune the body to a demonic presence however, we will need to go to a hell dimension and gather a piece of a demon's essence, which will be incorporated into the body we build. The ritual should create a body perfect for a half-breed, which therefore needs bits of both species I came from.'

'Is that as dangerous and unpleasant as it sounds?'

'Yes probably. It'll have to be a hell dimension I've never been to before and as far away from my father's demesne as possible, and doubtlessly no Demon will willingly allow us to take a piece of its essence with us, at least for free.'

'Lovely'

'Don't worry, I am confident that we will prevail over almost any lesser demons, as the Daughter of a Demon Lord, and given my own considerable talent with Human Magic, most Demons are well within my capability to handle.'

Sirens blared across the City right as Raven entered their apartment, and their PRT issued Cell Phone displayed a message asking Raven to immediately teleport to their designated teleportation room, which they had shown her during her visit.

After a quick change into their costume, Raven found herself teleporting into the PRT headquarters in Brocton Bay and meeting Miss Militia once more. Wasting no time, the Veteran Hero started Briefing Raven on her orders.

"The Simurgh is confirmed to be descending on Canberra Australia, estimated time to contact 15 minutes. Dragon and Armsmaster have created a program for us to optimize teleportations between you and Strider. You are more versatile and able to teleport as many times as necessary, while he is able to teleport massive groups at the same time, but is more limited in the quantity of teleportations he can use. Usually that limits us in how many groups can go, but with your assistance we should be able to get far more capes to the fight without having to use our slower modes of transportation. The program will update your phone with a picture of the next teleportation spot once ones ready, on the screen on the wall is a picture of the destination in Australia. Any Questions?"

"No ma'am"

Miss Militia rushed off to continue preparations for the Bay's contingent of heroes heading to Australia, while Raven waited for her phone to update with the first target.

*Beep*

Nearly an hour later, Raven was bringing in the last group on her docket from Copenhagen, Denmark.

She had been told that after the fight she would be the primary means of transportation back for most of the foreign Capes, although of course there would be less of a rush in bringing people back. While she would love to try and help fight the abomination, she was concerned that the Endbringer might be able to use her telepathy to damage the connection between Taylor and her soul, not to mention that it would be irresponsible of her to risk Taylor's body like that against such a dangerous foe, despite Taylor's vehement assurances that she wanted them to fight. On a more practical level, the teleportation had already taken a lot out of her, and fighting such a dangerous foe while already spent would be foolish.

Instead Raven made her way over to the medical tents, where she figured she could help heal any she could.

Once again Dragon's Endbringer programs proved their use in informing the hospital staff that she had healing abilities so that when she arrived at the hospital tent she was quickly brought by an orderly to the ICU.

The first Patient she was brought to had burns all over his body, according to the orderly, he was a local Villain who had been telepathically tossed by the Simurgh into a burning building.

"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos."

Not long after she started healing a few of the Capes who had been brought to the hospital tent, Raven was called away to start teleporting people home. The Simurgh had been driven off, albeit to heavy casualties, and while Canberra would have to be Quarantined, the greater response time and larger number of capes present at the battle had been a huge boon to morale and likely made a difference in the outcome. Cape casualties were lower than expected and the overall time of the confrontation had been far less than normal battles with the Simurgh.

It took a few days for Raven and Taylor to recover their strength from the sheer number of teleportations around the world they had made for the Endbringer fight. That time had not been wasted however, as Raven needed to search through her knowledge for a way to cross over to a hell dimension. The method she had used to get to the Earth she had made her home from Azarath required elements she was unable to acquire, namely sand or dirt from the dimension she was traveling into. Luckily Hell dimensions are easier to get to than most, as Demon Lords, the rulers of the Hell dimensions, wanted Sorcerers and creatures of all sort to come to their domain and either be trapped there or make a deal.

In the end, deals made with Demons always wound up benefiting the Demon the most. A deal with the devil indeed.

Conversely it was also difficult to leave Hell dimensions as long ago restrictions were placed on the Hell dimension's denizens to keep them from spreading across the multiverse like a plague. In order to cross over they needed to be summoned, like Raven did with her Father. As a half-bred however, Raven was not as constricted, and since Taylor's body was naturally from Earth Bet, returning would be relatively easy assuming they didn't lose the materials they needed during their trip. A bit of sand from the Boat Graveyard, a place tied to death and ruin both by name and by deed, symbolizing the end of the Bay's prosperity and the city's descent into chaos, would provide a strong connection to Earth Bet from Hell.

Raven's Father was the Demon Lord from Dante's 7th Circle of Hell, representing Violence. While the Hell dimensions were not as neatly divided as Dante had laid out, it did represent a bit of how the Hell Dimensions were laid out. Each Demon Lord ruled their own 'Circle' and their armies were in turn made up of Demons that echoed their 'Sin'. As the Demon Lord of Violence Raven's Father's Demon army was strong indeed.

Souls of the Damned were brought to the Hell Dimension as payment for their separation from the rest of the multi-verse as part of the agreement made during the organization of the Multi-verse by its guardians. While Demons occasionally conquered new dimensions when they were invited in, for the most part these limitations kept the peace between the Hell dimensions and the rest of the multi-verse, leaving only those beings that have found power after the agreement was made, like Darkseid in her last dimension, able to threaten the status quo of the multi-verse.

With her admittedly incomplete knowledge of the Hell dimensions, Raven decided to choose the Circle of Lust as her destination. Her own empathic powers and control of her emotions would prove useful against the succubus and incubus that called that circle home, and those Demons were often the most willing to make a deal.

Armed with a crown woven from the stems of Coriander plants, a symbol of lust and a sacrifice of a white rabbit kit, Raven walked to one of the most infamous nightclubs in the Bay: The Palanquin.

Not wanting to catch anyone's attention, Raven was dressed in her civilian clothes, a thigh-high sexy black dress that accentuated Taylor's long legs. While this garb scandalized the conservative Taylor, Raven insisted as the dress supplemented their ties to the realm of lust. After working up a bit of a sweat dancing and grinding on a few of the other customers of the club, using her empathetic powers to both feel and feed their lust, Raven snuck off to the bathroom to open a portal to the Second circle.

Covertly using her telepathy to break any smoke detectors she saw, Raven lit her crown of Coriander ablaze, and dripped some of the sweat off her brow into the flames. Removing the Rabbit from their magically expanded purse, which Taylor insisted on referring to as their bag of holding, Raven drew the Moldavite Athame that had cost them a significant portion of their remaining funds.

Focusing her will and magic on opening a portal to their destination, Raven slit the throat of the Rabbit and tossed the carcass onto the small fire.

"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos."

So sorry again about the wait. This chapter was a lot of world building and future planning. We are slowly heading towards the climax of the first arc of this story and I am looking forward to keeping the story flowing. Thanks so much for all the Favorites, Follows and especially the Reviews. I read every one. This story won't die, but sadly the muse does not always respond on demand. Thanks so much for your patience.