Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans or any other characters or places created by the makers of Teen Titans. I do own Crescent and Malefica, however, and any other characters in this story that are not seen or mentioned in Teen Titans.
A/N: OK… I lied. But I couldn't help but start writing the sequel hehe. And anyway the KH story was kind of a dud anyway. So whatever, enjoy the first chapter :) and don't forget to review. SoR
The Web is Torn
Sequel to Web of Deceit
One
The Girl
Malefica's POV
My name is Malefica, and I have done terrible things. I have brought thousands of realms to their knees, I have resurrected the Dark Lord Trigon, I have destroyed millions of lives, and I have torn the Teen Titans apart. In one short week I wrapped my web around them, and slowly entangled them until they could no longer escape. I have indirectly brought about the destruction of all life on earth, and I have joined and disjoined myself to my master, Trigon.
My name is Malefica, and I have done terrible things, and I have absolutely no regrets.
XXXXXXXI stared over the barren wastelands on which the Mines of Azarath lay, and listened to the caws of Trigon's birds overhead. In four short months we had conquered thousands of realms, and brought all of our prisoners here, to work as our slaves in the Mines. We had developed a Grand Army, one that could obliterate any force that stood in our way. As for those fools Raven and Beast Boy, we had not heard from them. But I suspected that they were still out there, planning to strike at any moment. Not that was possible… Trigon had eyes everywhere.
Why do I do this? I wondered. Because I am the servant of Trigon. I do not seek any reward, my powers are my reward. But my powers were not what they once were; ever since Trigon had severed himself from me they had dwindled, but not so much that I could not keep slaves in line… or destroy those who opposed my master.
Lightning flashed through the blood red sky above me, and the ravens scattered as I flew myself to the slaves amongst the mines. They were all emaciated from work and starvation, but they had opposed us, and they did deserved neither food nor rest.
Suddenly, hundreds of them, in their ragged gray cloths they called clothes, pulled at my long black dress, begging for mercy.
"Please, Mistress Malefica… we beg of you… pity our poor souls," one Tamaranian girl sobbed.
My eyes flashed with contempt. "So this is what has become of the great Starfire? You pathetic Tron, get off of me," I hissed and kicked the former Titan. Her perseverance surprised me; most could not last two months in these pits, but the Tamaranian had survived four months. She looked hurt at my cruelty.
"How could you betray us so, Mistress?" she pleaded. "What has become of earth? What has become of Raven and Beast Boy?"
"Silence!" I roared. "All of you get off and get back to work!" I waved my hand, sending an invisible wave of energy that knocked them away.
"Why do you make us mine these gems?" a big human asked. I saw with both hatred and glee that he was part metal. Cyborg.
"Because Master Trigon wills you to, now stop asking questions and work before I have you executed!"
"Death is better than this," one person dared to speak.
"Who said that!" I screamed, my blond hair falling into my amethyst eyes. Silence fell over everyone. I pointed to a teenage girl, no older than me with long black hair and silvery eyes. "Girl, tell me who spoke!" I knew that the voice had come from her direction.
Tears came to her eyes and she clung to a man behind her. "Don't take my daddy away, Mistress," she sobbed. "Please, he didn't mean it!" Even at teenage years, these people clung to their family like small children.
An evil smile flickered across my face. "No man who questions me deserves to live," I laughed and flicked my wrist. The man was lifted up and brought to me. He was wrinkled and thin, and fatigue saturated his almost lifeless gaze.
"NO!" the girl begged and ran forward. She clung to her father's clothes and her tears wet the cloth. A snarl crossed over my face as I pushed the girl away.
"Don't harm him!" a voice cried. Seven people stepped forward. Titans East, Starfire and Cyborg… why did that not surprise me?
"You will be obedient to your mistress," I snapped. "You fools no longer hold any power… only Master Trigon and I hold power, and power is all that matters here. You will learn your place, or you will find yourself in this man's position," I tightened my gaze upon the former heroes and was pleased to see that they backed away.
"Now!" I cried. "Let this be a lesson to you all! Those who speak out against the will of my master will be punished!" I bent my arm upward and the man was lifted into the air, and I put my other hand to his face. It began to glow and I pointed it so that only one sharp fingertip was pointing towards his dirty face. I grinned as I looked at the expression of horror upon his daughter's face, and red lightning flew from my fingertip, piercing through his face. A scream hardly formed on his lips before he dropped, dead, some blood falling from his face before it cauterized. The girl fell to her father's corpse, tears falling onto his face, or what was left of it.
A snarl formed on my lips and I smacked the girl, leaving a red mark on her cheek. I almost laughed as I saw her holding back her tears. "All of you, get back to work!" I shouted and a red whip formed in my hand. Immediately the crowd scattered and went back to mining the Gems of Azarath.
I turned and walked away from the pathetic group of people. That would teach them to remain loyal to Lord Trigon, but the small girl's face haunted my mind. I had destroyed her life, taken away the only thing that she had left. So what? No one cared when that happened to me, no one but Master Trigon. Tragedy was a part of life, and tragedies made us strong.
Girl's POVI still stood over my father's corpse, not caring that the witch was walking away. I was going to have my revenge on that monster; for all that she had done to me. All I felt was pure rage, and someday I was going to release it upon the witch that had made my life miserable. Someday. Somehow.
A/N: Well there it is, the first chapter of the sequel to Web of Deceit! Hope you enjoyed! SoR