Somewhere Betwixt Life and Death.....

[trigons_child]

Two days before, Raven's soul had been ripped from her body and replaced with her father's essence. Hours ago, her physical body had been killed, and not long after that, it had been consumed by the power that had destroyed her father. Now all that was left was her spirit, purified and free.

Just as she was aware of what both her physical body and her Soul-Self experienced when she separated them, she knew fully well what she'd done to her friends, and her heart broke from the guilt and grief. She was confused now, unsure of where to go or what to do. Azar had never prepared her for this.

[NFB. For that goth chick! Warning for sensitive subject matter, namely character kinda-sorta death.]

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[trigons_child]

"It does feel very peaceful here," Raven said. Wherever here was. "I cannot hear my father anymore; he is gone now. And I do not feel any pain." She could definitely get used to both of those. A moment of pain when she healed someone was of little concern to her, but her recent inability to purge it had weakened her to her father's will.

[living_endless]

"That;s good," Death encouraged. "That's what you need. I ... can come check on you again, maybe. If you want."

She hadn't meant to make that offer, but what she had to give was friendship, and she was willing to pass it along.

[trigons_child]

"I would not mind that," Raven said with a more genuine smile now. "In Azarath I was accustomed to being alone most of the time, but since I have come to Fandom I have enjoyed having friends around me, and I do not wish to be lonely."