Requiem for Methuselah

Summary: After 1000 years, Malchior gets Raven to release him, instead of attacking the Titans, he enacts his revenge on the lonely immortal Garfield Logan and viciously tortures his rival. Left to live in isolation and loneliness for eternity, he is eventually found by Raven.

This is going to be M rated for gore, lots and lots of gore, but that's basically it. Maybe lemons by DarkRapture, who knows, but mainly for gore.

This is dedicated to my Shih Tzu Libby; you'll live forever in my heart. 13 years was too short.

Chapter One: Lifelong Dream

Garfield Logan stared at the diagram in the laboratory away from the castle. He'd been searching for so long, and at last he found it. Immortality, his lifelong dream.

"The Grand Panacea, the ultimate Cure-All, eternal life. I've waited for this for so long," Garfield stared down at the magic circle he had made on the floor.

"Here I shall summon the devil, the one who is both Heaven and Earth, good and evil, who gives, and takes away—"

"Please, there is no need to speak such flattering words," a voice told him.

"Who are you?"

"Call me Mephistopheles," it replied.

"Are you a devil?" Gar inquired.

"That doesn't matter; you want the secret to eternal youth, don't you?" Mephistopheles told him. "I alone will teach you the secret of the Grand Panacea." There was a bright flash. "Look down at the bucket in your hands."

Garfield looked down and saw that a bucket was filled with a strange liquid. "Now drink," Mephistopheles watched as Garfield hesitantly drank his fill of the strange draught.

He didn't feel any different. Garfield wondered if Mephistopheles had tricked him.

"It didn't work," he scowled at the creature, but all he saw in the room was a dark shadow on the wall.

"Oh really?" Mephistopheles asked. "Then I wouldn't be able to do this," Garfield's face was suddenly ripped apart, as if something sliced his head open. Blood poured from his head, covering the floor as he fell.

So this is what it was like to die. What a sick joke, his dream of an undying body was nothing more than a fantasy. He hit the floor and felt his blood leaving his body. What a sad, pathetic way to go.

Gar's eyes shut, and he thought. This is the end. What a fool I was.

To his astonishment, he heard something moving toward him, it sounded like rushing liquid, was it his blood? He felt his strength return.

"Rorek," Garfield was overjoyed. His friend was a promising sorcerer. They both dreamed of grand adventures in faraway places.

"I've succeeded, I finally made it," he told Rorek.

"You've travelled the known world in search of immortality. You're wasting your life if you ask me."

"Just look!" Gar removed a sword and sliced off his fingers. He screamed in pain and Rorek and Malchior stared in horror.

"Have you gone mad?" Rorek asked.

Garfield held up one hand over his eyes as he waited for the pain to subside. Rorek watch in awe as his friends' blood flew up off the floor and back into his arm and his fingers reattached themselves to his hand.

"Incredible, but I'll have to pass; I think I would grow weary of living, after all, death makes our lives mean something. We have to live for something knowing we'll die one day."

"But you'll never get sick or die, isn't there things you want to do that you wouldn't be able to because of mortality?"

"Why not immortality?" Malchior asked. "Immortality is any man's dream. Give the Grand Panacea to me. I deserve it far more than Rorek does."

"Like that will happen. I'm giving it to people who will actually help others, unlike you, you selfish lech."

"Give me the Grand Panacea!" Malchior demanded.

"You didn't do any of the work," Garfield retorted. "Who spent ten years traveling the world and searching for it? Me! I summoned the creature that gave it to me so why should you get it and all the glory?"

"You're a fool Garfield, we could have worked together as partners, rules the world for the rest of eternity, but you have to be selfish about it and you won't even let me drink it!"

"if I'm giving it to anyone, it'd be Rorek, he's not a selfish person who will use it just to fulfill his own pleasures. You'd happily use your immortality to bed every single female on the face of God's green Earth!"

"Like you believe in God," Malchior scoffed. "I'll have immortality, and I don't care if I have to keep killing you to get it!"

"I'm not going to let you do that!" Rorek shouted, he moved between Garfield and Malchior. Malchior jumped back and prepared to attack Rorek with his sword.

"Hezberek Et Morine…Gost Wenthen Verbis Nex… Ind Obrium Bis Pendrule… Paran Sic Cortis Rex!"

"No! Not that spell!" Malchor screamed. He hit the ground and clutched his head as rings ripped out of his back. After his transformation was complete he tried to attack them, but Rorek drove him away with his powerful magic.

Malchior adjusted to his dragon form rather quickly and caused chaos in the countryside. He kept attacking villages and killing maidens until the king had sent out his best knight, Garfield and his best Sorcerer Rorek to deal with him.

They'd been besieging Malchior for a year and while Garfield was bringing reinforcements, Rorek had managed to get into the castle and confront Malchior.

Malchior roared at him, enraged and unleashed a powerful fire blast from his mouth.

Rorek blocked the blast with his magic and Rorek fired another blast at him. Despite the pain Malchior was in, he fired another blast at Rorek who avoided it, fired off another spell and landed on a higher ledge. Malchior retaliated by knocking him off the ledge with his tail.

Rorek hit the ground hard, but scrambled to his feet. Malchior stepped forward, he narrowed his eyes and growled. Getting to his feet, Rorek chanted a spell.

"Necronom Hezberek Mortix!" Rorek watched as the ground fell out from beneath Malchior's feet.

He turned to walk away. Suddenly, flames burst behind him and Malchior landed on the ruins. Before Rorek could react, Malchior hit him with his tail and grasped him in it. He let loose and angry roar and unleashed a stream of fire.

Rorek quickly summoned his enchanted book, the only thing that could seal Malchor away and invoked the incantation.

"Aldruon Enlenthra Nalthos Sola Narisnor!"

The spell was successful, Rorek's magic began to overpower Malchior. But the evil Sorcerer Dragon decided that if he was going to be sealed away, he'd make sure that Rorek would pay dearly for it. As Malchor drew closer to Rorek, he slammed his claws into Rorek's chest so hard that he shattered the armor and pierced the wizard's lungs.

Rorek dropped the book just as Malchor was completely sealed away and landed on his back. Garfield had returned with several knights when he saw Malchior impale Rorek through the chest. He rushed over to his friend.

"Rorek!" Garfield screamed, "Rorek!" He had arrived too late, although Rorek had successfully cast the spell to bind Malchior's dragon form into the enchanted book, but he'd been badly wounded in the process. Garfield cursed his friend's foolishness, he'd advised him to wait until they had arrived, Garfield's immortality would have helped keep the other injuries to a minimum. Instead, Rorek had rushed in without them and now he lay in a bloody, crumpled heap in the ruins of the old castle. His life was leaving him.

Garfield panicked, he was going to save Rorek, and he was a good person who deserved immortality. He pulled out a small flask of the Grand Panacea and prepared to give the young wizard some.

"Garfield…keep it. You know death is a natural part of life, you've spent your life trying to avoid it, and you got what you wanted. I always…wanted a magnificent death in battle. Besides…no one really wants to live forever. They just say that…because it's a false hope that somehow we can cheat death.

"No, you can't die like this Rorek, drink it!"

"It's all right Garfield; I've had a good life. I'll be immortal. They'll be telling stories about me for the rest of infinity. Just live, and be happy."

For the first time, Garfield was truly sorry he had ever tried to find the secret, and he cursed the long, lonely existence he had brought upon himself. He would make sure Malchior never escaped that book, if he wanted immortality; he would have it, trapped in there for the rest of eternity.

1000 Years Later…

Garfield Mark Logan stood in the old book store, quietly rummaging through a bunch of historical fiction. What a joke these stories were, he'd been alive during these periods, weather it was the Tudor era, the Maritime era or the Uruban era, these books never got their facts straight and they tended to romanticize a great deal, making life seem much better than it actually was.

He had lived for so long and had so many occupations that it would stun anyone, some jobs were worse than others, but he thought that the experiences were worth the trouble.

Still, he was very cynical, despite the advancements of technology; people treated him the same way. Once they learned about his body, especially if they were female they would reject him; call him a sick pervert and a monster for being so much older than they were.

"You'll never grow old," one of his wives told him. "I can't stand the fact that you will be beautiful forever and I'll be old and decrepit."

"That doesn't matter; I love you, despite all that."

"Love? You love me? How many other women have you said that to?" She asked him. "I'm leaving you; I've already found someone else. You didn't realize we were sleeping together did you?"

"I'm hardly ignorant, I know what you've been doing, but I want this to work out between us."

"Won't you give me immortality?" she asked. "I might change my mind."

"No, you should be happy that you can die. You have something to live for."

"You're just a sick monster; I'm getting out of here. I never want to see your face again!" His wife of twenty years, her name was Lucy, left him.

He broke down and cried. How many had left him, ten, twenty, thirty? Never once had he been at his wife's side as she lay on her deathbed. He'd never seen one of them grow old and tell him they loved him as they breathed their last as he posed as their grandson.

They promised him forever. What a lie that was.

Garfield decided that it would be best not to fall in love anymore, after all, people's lives were so short, and he'd been rejected by his wives so often that he didn't want his heart broken again. He would live out the rest of his life alone, in solitude.

His mind was made up; he'd just pass through the ages, a simple fellow in the background. No one would care about him or acknowledge him. That would suit him just fine. He didn't want anyone to love him, love was worse than any death he had experienced, and he'd "died" so often that even though he felt all the physical pain, his heart was numb to it.

Garfield enjoyed people watching, it was one of the many things that eased his many lonely days. The bookstore was an interesting location, all kinds of people showed up there.

Today was no exception, and there were plenty of people in the bookstore, but then she entered. He'd seen her so often, she was a regular there, since he tended to come in more sporadically than he did, she hadn't really noticed him.

She often headed to the section of the store that was dedicated to the older books and antiques. Not that any of these things interested Garfield, he'd either read them long ago when they were written or he had known the authors personally.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe had based his story of Faust loosely off Garfield's life, very loosely however, as the fictional protagonist actually got to go to Heaven.

"I don't even know why I'm here anymore," he muttered to himself.

Still, she was there today, and so his heart brightened. Gar believed her name was Raven and she was a Teen Titan, the resident group of superheroes who called Jump City home. They were nearing adulthood, she was about fifteen, and soon they were going to have to drop the Teen part out of their group name.

Five years had flown by, Garfield had worked several different jobs, not wanting people to notice that he hadn't grown any older, and he worked at the bookstore, shelving and stocking the inventory.

He never really talked to her, after all, it was best for him to be detached from everyone. He couldn't risk getting to close to anyone. He was safer that way.

Suddenly, he tripped and fell forward, stumbling into the slightly taller figure.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" he began apologizing. He looked up. It was Raven.

"Don't worry about it," Raven told him. He worked here didn't he? She'd seen him a couple times in the back stocking shelves. He was friendly but didn't really talk to anyone.

"What's your name?"

"Garfield," he replied.

"You work here, don't you?"

"Yes, I do."

"These are yours?" he asked, bending down picking up a stack that she'd been holding that she dropped.

He handed them to her.

"I'll be back in a couple weeks," Raven told him. "Goodbye Gar."

She began walking out and he returned to his work. Suddenly, his eyes shot up in horror. One of those books was the one that he was sealed in. Malchior. He had to find Raven, he had to tell her not to open the book or read it, Malchior would no doubt be able to get her to release him.

But then the dilemma hit him, how could he explain how he knew about Malchior and how he'd known him. The story in that book was a thousand years old. He couldn't tell her, she didn't know him from anyone. Then he'd have to reveal his secret and either she'd laugh at him or not want anything to do with a crazy, seemingly twenty-five year old man who spoke nonsense.

He had misplaced the book a hundred years ago and had been searching for it ever since, and he hadn't even seen it until today.

He just had to hope and pray that she wouldn't listen to whatever Malchior said to her. He didn't want to think of what would become of him if Malchior found him again. He wanted the Grand Panacea, and Gar wasn't going to tell him anything, but what was worse, Malchior wanted revenge.

He once again cursed his immortal body and soul, he should have left immortality well enough alone and died back in the Middle Ages with Rorek and the rest. Gar sighed, he had work to do, it was the only thing that he could do to pass his lonely days, and it was all that he was good for anyway.