In a world full of supernatural creatures, Raven always felt like the odd one out ; boring , bland and someone who easily faded into the background.
She wasn't anything special , a human girl , who happened to be adopted by a witch and her mate.
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"Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better" - Henry Rollins
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Authors Note : Thank you for your kind words on the last chapter . For those of you who don't know , I have cancer so writing these stories have really helped me escape me for a few hours .
This chapter will be a flashback of what happened when Raven actually met her mate. Some of it is dialogue from The Halflings mate but it's extended obviously so we know what happened when Tyr took her .
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The tone was odd.
The voice had a rustic sound to it , it was deep, gruff and rough with an ancient edge to it as if speaking in this language was odd or new to it. However , it also had a dark and dangerous edge to it too.
It was almost chilling.
I had never heard an accent like that before .
"I-I do not know" The Demon said, it's gruff tone soft .
Well as soft as a Demon could sound anyway.
"Well find her and bring her to be you incompetent fool" The voice snarled .
"I will sir , I'm just waiting for the human to finish so I can bri-"
"- I don't give a fuck if you were waiting for Jesus Christ himself to leave the bathroom . If you want to keep your miserable lowly life then I suggest you go and find that annoying bitch and bring her to me"
I couldn't see but I could almost feel the Demon disappear into the shadows, the room taking a dark and chilling tone for a second .
I wasn't sure who this voice belonged to but if it could make a shadow Demon nervous then the person had to be powerful .
Powerful and evil .
"Well, come out human . I do not have all day. Hurry up and come out before I lose my patience for real this time " Came the impatient tone from outside the door , sounding scarily close .
Hands shaking and heart racing , I opened the door to come face to face with a man.
He was around 6'5 with a flawless olive bronze complexion that looked like it had been painted on , slick back jet black hair and his eyes were half grey and half yellow and seemed to reflect menacingly off the light of the room . He also had a slight thick jet rustic beard .
