Damian sobbed and wept over Raven's body, he was stoic and never let bad things break his spirit. He was no stranger to pain, since the day he was born he endure physical and psychological abuse. He became a vigilante at a young age. He lost his grandfather, his mother, his father, and his brothers. That made him grateful for the brief sparks of joy in his life, and if he had to be honest to himself most of those moments have a name, Rachel Roth.
He was done, destiny owned him a break, destiny will not take more from him. He carried Raven's lifeless body to the deepest place in the monastery. A forbidden place for everyone, carrying her was extremely painful and exhausting, he was losing blood every second, and moving only made it worst.
He threw her corpse in the emerald waters of the Lazarus pit. The pain was gone, he fell back and closed his eyes.
In a pour-lit room in which he was now, two rows of bald tattooed men surrounded his path, and at the end of it was a jackal-headed figure. He walked to him, knowing what he was. Anubis the great judged will take his heart, put it on a scale along with the feather of truth. If his heart was lighter than the feather he would go to heaven, but if it was heavier his soul would be devoured by the soul eater. He thought it was a myth, but now he was standing in front of him.
Anubis rip his chest and took out his heart. Damian thought in all the good he had done, in how hard he tried to be better. Was it enough to wash his sins? Was it enough to wash the blood of the innocents that tainted his hands? The monster crushed his heart in its palm.
"Take my face and bring justice to all the evil ones and other ne'er-do-wells," He said.
Damian felt weary and fell unconscious, so that's how dying feels like. It was cold, dark and it felt a lot like drowning...
He pushed himself up and started coughing.
"You are finally awake," said a beautiful woman if you could call her that. She had black horns and red skin with fiery eyes.
"Raven?" Damian said.
"Not anymore, I have seen the truth and now I'm at peace with myself. When I died I went to heaven and the angels told me that a demon would never be allowed. I tried to tell them all the good I did in life. I even begged them, but they did not listen, I couldn't find peace not even in the afterlife," She said.
"Habibti, my beloved, that's not you. It's the pit trying to corrupt you. It was not real," he said.
"Do you want to see something real?" she said.
The couple walked through the aftermath of the battle. All of his city was turned into rubble, all of his effort burned into ashes. She stopped in a particular place. A small burned hand stuck from the ground. Damian dug the recently excavate, dirt that coved her body, and covered it up immediately. Laila's body was beyond recognition, but there was no doubt it was her.
Damian had tears in his eyes. His kingdom, his friends, his people. he fail them.
"How did you called me before? Habibti, I kind of like it. After all Raven it's dead," She said.
Damian did not protested, for Robin laid dead among his people. He will bring judgement to this world.
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DamiRae: Bad Omens
FanfictionMy First Fanfic: Raven's nightmare became more frequent and more clear. these were not Trigon's inspired but, something else a clear vision of a future not yet to come.
