The Devil's Daughter (Damirae)

Chapter 13

Before this begins I must say that I am so sorry. Between turning 21 in December-if you live in America, you know what that means- the many exams I've had to study for, many family problems, and having to work I've been extremely busy. I hope to update more often now, but I still have to apologize for not updating for so long.

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I have finally assumed undiluted control over the "League of Assassins."  I have additionally released my mentor, the Jester, out on the city. He should temporarily keep Batman at bay. I should focus my efforts on the Teen Titans. If they refuse to see the truth then they must perish. I have brilliantly devised a perfect strategy to rid myself of the meddling self-righteous bastards!

Save one... he doesn't need to die...

My former mentor holds no value on loyalty. He is a genius, but he refuses to put it toward bettering himself. Instead, he just destroys everything in his path, creating maximum carnage, under his ideology of utter chaos. Order is more profitable. More advantageous, more easy to take advantage of. If your men are terrified of you, they will follow you to a degree, but if your men are terrified of you and love you, they will follow you to hell and back.

I need more commanders, though. Perhaps I can recruit one of my enemies...

My focus presently lies on Robin. Despite his age, he would be the leader of the League of Assassins if he wanted to be; in fact, he isn't much younger than me. And he doesn't seem to remember me from his past. Too bad.

I'll make you remember me, Damian, and I swear to make a hell of a show in the process.

Damian's Journal:

It was finally time for our mission. We'd been preparing for this for too long to screw it up. Fortunately, we had three world-class agents (Father, Grayson and I) with us. Less fortunately, we also had a pale half-demon with purple eyes and black hair who totally didn't stick out like a sore thumb.

We got a good part for her though. Since her performance skills aren't quite as good as mine, she is simply playing the part of a shy girl who doesn't like to talk all that much. Not that she is a burden, but the only reason I really brought her along is in case things go south and we need an extraction. Her portal will be perfect for the task.

That said...

"Rachel, take my arm. You are not a member of the family, and we must make it appear as though we are together. That way we have a reason why you're here."

As she took my Arm and leaned into me, a pleasant feeling coursed through my veins. I bit it back. I felt abashed. I wasn't supposed to feel this way. This was not how I was trained to think! What was wrong with me...

"Hello? Is anyone in there? Helllllloooooo?"

I snapped to concentration. A young man in a suit, probably two years older than me. He had black hair and brown "eyes"-they were clearly covered by colored contacts- and he was attempting to appear friendly; still, I could tell that he had sinister intentions. He just had this fire in his his eyes, a look on his face, that told me that there was more to him than met the eye. I told myself I was being paranoid and shook his hand.

"Hello. Apologies for my absentmindedness. My name is Damian Wayne, and this is Rachel Roth. And you are..?"

"David. David Davenport, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He looked over at "Rachel." "And what a lovely lady this is." He grabbed her hand, and kissed it like a nobleman greeting a lady. She flinched back, seemingly creeped out and taken aback. Needless to say, one thing she did not seem is pleased.

Not was I. This pathetic incompetent ruffian dares to put his putrid lips onto Raven! Jealousy flowed through my veins, taking up more space than my own blood. My fury was so great I could have sworn I was going to leave bits of this man on the back wall.

"Calm down." I heard Grayson whisper in my ear. I began to take deep breaths. It worked. I was able to think objectively again. A good thing, too, as there were many things that I began to notice about our new friend. He had a sadistic smile on his face, as though he really enjoyed my reaction to him kissing Raven's hand. He also looked sort of familiar. As though I'd seen him before. He also had a red stainless steel X pin on his left breast that I definitely have seen somewhere before. Can't imagine where, though.

Who was this man?

"Come along please. I will be your guide."

We followed along. As we moved, I whispered mentioned to Grayson that I felt off about Davenport. He agreed, and said that Raven and I should probably go off together soon. He said that it would be a good first date.

Ugh.

As soon as we could convince Davenport, we left "to explore the gallery alone." The secret door to the underground base was in a broom closet exactly 20 yards away, and it didn't take long to get there. The rich people were too busy talking politics to concern themselves with us. Even security didn't care.

I heard one of the old men say that his position was the will of God and snorted. No political position is that objective. In fact, I don't like politics at all. American politics are just a bare-knuckle fight a bunch of rich people have to see which one is the most prideful and incompetent, with no regard for who gets hurt in the process. In the meantime, those rich people trick the good yet gullible people into fighting each other rather than them.

Despicable.

As we entered the broom closet, and I was opening the concealed door, I considered if that was what the new leader of the League of Assassins was like that. Just an avaricious bastard who wanted power, eyes permanently fixed on the future.

I'm sure I'll know soon enough.