Dark Realms.

The last chapter was a bit hard, right? Seeing Raven's darker side might have been a little too much for some.

Raven sat at the edge of her expansive chamber, her eyes closed as she meditated, the flickering candles casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. The dark energy in the room pulsed in time with her heartbeat, thick and almost tangible, as though the very air in the room was infused with her divine essence. Her fingers lightly tapped the armrests of her throne, a silent rhythm that mirrored the subtle flow of power coursing through her veins.

She looked like an overlord, alone in her own league with no one to defy her. Ever since she got her divinity from Diana, she had been more in tune with the flow of consequences of her actions and how they affected the world. Right now there was something that needed her attention following her recent actions that changed the norm in the world.

It had been only hours since she'd sent the Enchantress back to her realm, filled with unrelenting lust and denied pleasure. The thought of her most recent conquest still brought a wicked smile to her lips. Enchantress had learned the hard way that submission wasn't given lightly—it was earned through pain, pleasure, and complete surrender.

Outside her chamber, the Tower hummed with a different kind of energy. The Titans were hard at work, maintaining their territories and keeping order, but it was no secret that the atmosphere had changed since Raven's rise to dominance. Her presence had altered the very essence of the Tower, transforming it from a place of duty and heroism into something darker, more charged with raw desire and power.

The sprawling stone walls, covered in rich tapestries and glowing orbs of magical light, stretched up toward the vaulted ceilings, giving the chamber a hauntingly beautiful quality. The architecture, a combination of ancient mysticism and modern aesthetics, mirrored Raven's own duality—dark, brooding, yet undeniably alluring.

Raven opened her eyes, appearing in a different location with a thought, her gaze falling on the wide windows overlooking the city. Night had fallen, casting Gotham in its usual haze of shadows and gloom, the city illuminated only by the faint glow of streetlights and the occasional flicker of neon signs. She rose from her throne with a graceful sweep of her cloak, her movements as fluid as the shadows that trailed behind her. With another thought she returned to her chambers. Within that same second she watched Huntress running Gotham in her name properly. The council of owls hadn't made their move yet and the Batman hadn't struck yet so she returned. But there was something she couldn't just shake off tonight.

Tonight would be different. Tonight, she sought something more than mere conquest. There was a hunger gnawing at her—a need that went beyond sex, beyond domination. It was something primal, something deep within her that longed for the embrace of the dark realms themselves.

She stepped out of her chamber, her footsteps silent on the cold stone floors. The Tower was quiet, save for the soft hum of the technology that lined its halls. The other Titans, knowing better than to intrude on Raven's personal domain, kept their distance. Even Starfire, who had grown particularly close to Raven in recent days, stayed in her own quarters, sensing that tonight was not meant for her.

Raven walked through the corridors of the Tower with purpose, her destination clear. She descended the spiral staircase that led to the lower levels, where the atmosphere grew thicker, darker, as if the very walls themselves were imbued with ancient, forbidden magic.

The gateway to the dark realms awaited her in a hidden chamber, concealed from all but those with the power to access it. She had experimented with this before meeting the batman and created a space and a door that led to these dark realms. She felt this sense of belonging and pull to these dark realms the more powerful she got as if it was beckoning her to rule it. But what if it was a plot being orchestrated by the demon sealed within her? What if she enters here and the seal breaks and she is left alone to face the wrath of a formidable being like HIM.

As she approached the stone archway, the air around her crackled with energy. The runes etched into the stone walls began to glow with a soft, ethereal light, responding to Raven's presence. She placed her hand on the cold surface of the archway, her fingertips tracing the intricate symbols that lined its edges.

"Azarath... Menthros... Zinthos..." Raven whispered, her voice low and filled with the ancient power of her lineage.

No one in the tower knew that this accursed gateway was infused into the tower only those attuned to magic could see the door and notice the space bent with magic. Having Nightwing's mind, it was easy for her to get past Nightwing's methods without being observed so she can plant this here.

The gateway shuddered, the stone walls vibrating as the runes glowed brighter. With a soft rumble, the archway opened, revealing a swirling vortex of shadows and dark energy. The portal to the dark realms lay before her, its depths calling to her like an irresistible siren song.

Raven stepped through the gateway without hesitation, her body dissolving into the swirling darkness as she was transported to the realm beyond.

The dark realms were a place of endless night, where shadows moved of their own accord and the very ground seemed to pulse with life. The sky above was an endless expanse of swirling black clouds, lit only by the occasional flash of lightning that illuminated the jagged, towering mountains in the distance.

Raven stood at the edge of a vast, dark lake, the water still and mirror-like, reflecting the stormy sky above. The air was thick with magic, the kind of raw, unbridled power that could only exist in a place untouched by time or the mortal world. It was here, in this realm of shadows and forgotten gods, that Raven felt most at home.

'Why do I feel so comfortable here? It's like a warm blanket or something. Is this my destiny? To bring darkness to world? To the universe? No. I like it here, but I don't feel like tarnishing some nice tourist attractions. But I do have this feeling to try, is that HIS doing?' Raven thought as she chukled to herself. Her mind had better fortifications now with batman's essence added along with her divinity giving it a decent multiplier on top of it. Such mind games were waste of time for Raven now.

She took a deep breath, feeling the energy of the realm seep into her skin, filling her with a sense of power and purpose that no other place could provide. Her senses heightened, the very air around her seemed to hum with potential.

The ground beneath her feet shifted slightly, and from the shadows emerged a figure. It was a creature of the dark realms, humanoid in form but with eyes that glowed an eerie silver, and a body that seemed to be made of shadows themselves. It approached her slowly, its movements fluid and graceful, as if it were a part of the very fabric of the realm.

Raven watched it with calm detachment, knowing that the beings of this realm posed no threat to her. They were drawn to her power, attracted to the divine energy that flowed through her veins like moths to a flame.

A particular burly draconic creature standing at an incredible thirty feet knelt before her, its head bowed in a gesture of submission. Raven smiled, reaching out to place her hand on its head, feeling the cold, shadowy substance of its form beneath her fingers.

"You seek power," Raven whispered, her voice soft yet commanding. "You crave the same dominance that I hold over my realm. But you must know... that power is not given freely. It must be earned."

The creature let out a low, guttural sound, its body trembling under Raven's touch. It was a sound of desperation, of longing—a reflection of the same hunger that Raven herself felt.

Without another word, Raven moved her hand lower, trailing her fingers down the creature's shadowy form. She could feel the dark energy swirling around it, responding to her touch, growing stronger with every passing moment. She was studying it's form and soul, wondering what kind of blessing it really needed.

Raven's breath hitched slightly as she felt the energy surge through her, a wave of pleasure and power that coursed through her veins. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be consumed by the sensation, her body responding to the primal call of the dark realms.

Her hands moved with purpose, her fingers tracing the lines of the creature's form with practised precision. The air around them crackled with energy, the very ground beneath them trembling as Raven's power reached its peak.

The creature let out another low growl, its body writhing beneath Raven's touch. But it was not fear that drove it—it was submission. Complete and utter submission to the goddess that stood before it.

The draconic creature's height reduced to ten feet, and its power was leaps and bounds greater than in its previous form. Raven effortlessly raised the power level of this creature as it worshipped her in its tongue. Raven's response was a smirk that an onlooker would call an evil smirk.

Raven's eyes snapped open, glowing with an ethereal light as she stood over the creature. Her voice was a whisper, yet it echoed through the dark realms with the force of a thunderstorm.

"You are mine," she declared, her voice dripping with power. "And you will serve me… until the end of time. Now go tell the others that their goddess has descended!"

The creature bowed its head once more, its form dissolving into the shadows as it pledged its eternal loyalty to Raven.

Satisfied, Raven stepped back, her body still humming with the energy of the dark realms. She turned her gaze toward the horizon, where the jagged mountains loomed in the distance. She had what she needed.

Without another word, Raven turned and stepped back through the portal, leaving the dark realms behind. The Tower awaited her, along with her ever-growing harem and empire. But now, with the power of the dark realms at her fingertips, there was nothing she couldn't conquer.

The darkness was her domain, and all who stood in her way would fall before her.

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