Demons (Damirae)

Chapter Seventy-Eight

Having collected the information from the Blue Dragon- and received an imploring message from Mr Leiwandowsky to complete the task post haste- Damian and Raven were back in the Manor within a matter of minutes. Clutched in Raven's hand was a circular disk, faultlessly smooth, seamless and onyx black, the size of her palm. It would be activated upon incantation: a spell was needed in the ancient tongue, one that gave the order to 'reveal', as opposed to 'open'. All the information needed to find whomever Mr Leiwandowsky wanted found was contained in the pebble-like object.

The two of them stood in the kitchen, besides the island, staring at the disk.

"We'll gunfire out what to do after we open it,", Raven decided for them, pushing back her hood, "but not now."

Damian frowned, sitting down on a stool around the kitchen island, "Tt. Why not?"

Raven refrained from rolling her eyes, instead, pointing them towards the analogue clock sitting on a counter, "It's one o'clock."

"So?"

This time she did roll her eyes. "We have school tomorrow, remember?"

That put a damper on the mood, so much so that Raven could even feel the shift in Damian's emotions. On the brighter side, at least Jonathan would be back...pining after Donna...who was apparently chasing after the school crowd...sooo not exactly a bright side. Raven sat down besides Damian, trying to search for a positive twist to put on the situation. They had an art project to start- meh, not exactly happy days. They had a new mission to complete- fairly mundane considering their normal hero routines. The Titans Tower was in construction- bittersweet. Kori would give birth in 3-4 months- nice but not currently relevant. Any upcoming celebrations?

...

Raven's eyes grew wider and a smile grew on her lips.

"Damian, what day is it on Tuesday?"

Ever the genius, Damian smirked, "Tuesday."

She slapped his arm, "I'm talking about the date, idiot. What's the date?"

He raised an eyebrow. "14th February, why?"

"And what's special about the fourteenth?", she tilted we head in question.

Damian gave her a practiced blank stare, though he knew what she was talking about. An event best left unmentioned. Unfortunately for him, she said what he'd been dreading.

"It's your birthday."

Damian snorted, blasé, and said, "Is it? I hadn't realised." Liar. He got out of his seat and walked over to the sink, filling the kettle up with water. Ignoring the pressing stare from the demoness, he offered, "Tea?", causing her to chide him for consuming caffeine before sleeping. To which he grumbled about never getting enough sleep anyways. "Yes mother.", was amongst many of his exasperated phrases.

A comfortable quiet persisted for a minute, punctuated only by the soft sound of the kettle boiling and the near-inaudible creaking coming from the Manor occupants upstairs: a family of night-owls...rather, bats. Raven broke it with a question, after Damian handed her a cup of tea. "Thanks.", she took a sip. "I take it you don't want a grand celebration.", a smile graced her lips as she said those two words.

He drew the cup to his lips, "I take it no one would care to make a grand celebration, regardless of what I want.", and took a sip.