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SM/DC Chaper 131 : White Raven
🕑 Added 2025-05-28 23:39:39 +0000 UTCDoom emerged behind Trigon and surged forward, leaping high into the sky. The ground trembled as he smashed into Trigon with a flurry of devastating blows, his massive fists slamming into ribs and chest in a relentless barrage.
“INSECT!” Trigon roared, and with a backhand that cracked the air, he smashed Doom away, sending him spiraling into the horizon like a broken comet.
But that’s when Arthur struck.
He was already there.
A single punch clean, brutal slammed into Trigon’s gut. It folded the demon forward, wind bursting from his monstrous lungs.
Before Trigon could even respond
Arthur spun his body midair, twisting the motion into a brutal follow-up.
He drove the Demon King’s Longsword straight into Trigon’s stomach.
The blade pierced deep, erupting with shadow and lightning. Purple-black energy exploded inside the demon’s form, crackling and convulsing through his core.
Trigon screamed, the sound like a storm howling through a thousand damned souls.
But he didn’t die.
With all six eyes glowing violently, he retaliated. A single, focused laser bright as a sun blasted through Arthur’s side, searing a hole through flesh and armor.
Arthur staggered.
His blood spattered across Trigon’s chest. He grit his teeth, nearly losing grip of the swordbut he held on. He held strong.
He grabbed Trigon by the massive throat.
One arm, shaking, burned but he squeezed.
Trigon’s clawed hands grabbed at Arthur, trying to tear him away. “Insignificant mortal!”
Arthur leaned close his voice a whisper, blood dripping from his lips into the demon’s face.
“This won’t be the last time we see each other, demon…”
He spat blood again and grinned through the pain.
“You said you were eternal, right? I can arrange that. Sealed or not, I’ll come for you again. You’ll endure… bound to me. A shadow that never fades.”
He gritted his teeth and bellowed, “Now, Raven!”
Raven’s cloak rippled no longer black, but a blinding white.
A pillar of light erupted around her.
Her feet rose off the ground as a sacred wind coiled around her frame. Her face was calm. Her eyes, glowing pure white, stared into Trigon with a look of love and sorrow, rejection and destiny.
Zatanna had to shield her eyes. Even John took a step back.
Raven’s voice echoed ethereal and absolute.
“Azarath… Metrion… ZINTHOS!!”
The spell struck like judgment.
Light divine and violent tore from her body like a sun exploding. Her soul screamed into the magic, chains of ancient magic spiraling from her hands. Her chant still lingered in the air like an aftershock as the spell took hold, ripping at the very reality around Trigon.
Arthur stepped back, bloodied and panting. He staggered a few steps away from Trigon, just enough to watch just enough to breathe. His body ached, ribs screamed, and blood dripped freely from his side, but he stood and watched.
Trigon’s six crimson eyes widened.
“What is this…?”
The magic struck him wrapping like coils of ancient serpents made of white flame and umbral smoke. They lashed around his limbs, pulled at his chest, and bound his massive form. His skin blistered under the weight of it, runes crawling across him like glowing shackles.
“NO..NO! This… this is not possible! You are nothing! Nothing!”
But it was happening.
The demon who once stood over the ruins of worlds like a god now flailed, his massive claws tearing at the glowing chains but each one snapped back tighter. The ground beneath him cracked and opened, revealing a dark abyss, white and violet light swirling together in a terrifying vortex.
Arthur’s breath hitched. He stepped back and finally let go, collapsing to one knee, sword slipping from his hand with a dull clang. He winced but looked up he needed to see this.
Trigon roared again.
“HOW?!”
A chain of pure white light shot up from the ground and wrapped around his throat, dragging his head down.
“You dare defy me, Raven?! I gave you LIFE! I CREATED YOU!”
And then
Raven stepped forward.
Hovering slightly above the cracked asphalt, her white cloak billowing in the infernal wind, her glowing eyes fixed on the face of her father. The sigils from her spell still flickered in the air like burning stars. Her voice was calm. Heavy and final.
“I never asked to be your daughter.”
Another chain erupted from the ground, binding Trigon’s other arm, dragging it lower.
“You won’t see the light of day again, Father. Not through my eyes. Not through anyone’s.”
The seal deepened. Trigon’s feet were already being swallowed by the glowing chasm—the abyss pulling him back.
“This world isn’t yours. It never was it never will.”
Trigon’s body thrashed violently as he was dragged down, lower and lower, inch by inch. The skyline flashed, magic sparking in sheets of white fire across the clouds.
“RAAAAAAVEEN!”
His voice was no longer thunder it was desperation. A god’s final cry as he was stripped of dominion.
“RAAAAAAGHHRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
And then silence.
Trigon’s form vanished below the earth, swallowed whole by the spell. The abyss sealed shut, glowing runes sealing the cracks as if they never existed.
The skies cleared and the weight was lifted.
It was over.
Raven collapsed to one knee, her hands trembling. Her chest heaved, sweat pouring down her pale face. Her white eyes faded slowly back to violet.
Zatanna gasped, stepping forward. “Raven!”
But Arthur raised a hand weakly, shaking his head. “She actually did it…” His voice was hoarse, a whisper.
Raven whispered, exhausted but defiant
“So long… Father.”
Zatanna caught Raven just before she could fall again, holding her steady as her breath trembled.
“Easy now,” Z murmured, brushing the sweat-matted hair from Raven’s brow.
John stepped beside them, eyes still flickering with residual magic. “Where’d you send him?” His tone wasn’t accusatory just tired. Curious.
Raven, breathing steadily now, replied, “Azarath again. But this time… body and soul. Together. And the seal is stronger than ever.”
John raised a brow and gave a low, impressed whistle. “Yeah, I can tell. Especially now that you’re all…” He gestured up and down at her new, glowing form. “White robes and sunshine. Very holy indeed..”
Despite herself, Raven smiled faintly. It was small, fleeting but it was real.
John reached into his coat and pulled something from a hidden pocket. A red gem, jagged and pulsing faintly with dormant power.
“And here I was, prepping this little beauty.” He held it up between two fingers. “Demonic soul trap just like old times. Nasty stuff. Guess you won’t be needing it after all.”
Raven looked at the gem, then at him, her smile widening just a little. “I’ll keep it. Might still come in handy.”
She turned, eyes scanning the ruined street.
Arthur.
He lay amidst the rubble, his body sprawled across fractured concrete, chest rising and falling hard, covered in soot, sweat, and blood. His gauntlets cracked. His cloak torn. But he was alive.
She walked toward him, steps slow but steady. He turned his head just as she reached him, trying to shift but groaning from the effort.
“Are you alright..” she asked softly, her voice stripped of anything but quiet concern.
Arthur looked up at her, then let his head fall back onto the ground with a breathless chuckle. “Just enjoying the concrete bed,” he rasped. “Don’t worry about me.”
Without a word, Raven lowered herself beside him and lay down too, shoulder brushing against his. The sky above them was strangely peaceful now, flecks of light piercing through dissipating smoke.
“It’s over now,” she said quietly.
Arthur turned his head slightly toward her, his voice low and warm. “That was some spell. Thought I might get caught up in it for a second...”
But she didn’t let him finish.
She got close and kissed him.
Not with urgency. Not with fire.
But with relief.
When she pulled back, her voice trembled, soft
“Thank you. For coming back for me. For believing in me.”
Arthur stared at her for a moment, his blue eyes searching hers. Then he smiled small, tired, but honest.
“I did what I had to do.”
A short distance away, John tilted his head, watching them with a bemused expression.
“I think we should leave them,” he muttered to Zatanna.
She nodded, brushing her hands together. “Yeah,”
John turned, preparing to walk away when Arthur’s voice loud and unmistakableroared from the rubble.
“Where do you think you’re going, you useless bastard?!”
John stopped, blinked, then slowly turned back, lifting his brow.
“…What did you just say to me wanker?”
Arthur, still lying flat on his back, raised one shaky hand and pointed at him. “Useless bastard. You did nothing. Nothing but stand there talking the entire time.”
John scoffed, stepping forward indignantly. “I’ll have you know that I...!”
Arthur cut him off with a wheeze of a laugh. “Shut up. Just teleport us to Gotham. To my house. We can’t exactly walk. or move.”
Zatanna stepped between them, amused. “I’ll handle that before you two start throwing rocks at eachother.”
She raised her hands, her voice smooth as silk, laced with arcane rhythm
“Mahtog ot kcab meht tropelet!”
Light flared once again, gentle this time just enough to lift them from the broken city and carry them away back home and then they disappeared.
Comments
Y4RN1
What about your GoT fanfic? Why there are no updates?
DarkVerse
I'm desperate to know what will happen now and how he will address the issue of getting the black heart, honestly, Bellion will be something else
