The Raven

Chapter Three

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    The only true death is to never live.
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    Rae was soaring away, even after hearing the curses of Robbie calling for her. She was as light as a feather, and felt free to fly wherever she wished, and she was. Yet she knew her thoughts would pervade sooner than later.

    She began to land, as she felt herself become fairly tired over her rainy fly about through the small town. She seemed to stumble upon a field with a old looking farmhouse a few yards away. She was no longer hungry, and did not get tired. She was becoming reunited with her master, not Harold, but the one who rules over others. As quietly as its kept her demon master, Lord Haldane has never taken a soul himself.
 
    But that's what Rae found so amusing about humans. Even after they were treated terribly, abused or bullied, others were still sad. Why would you be sad to see the one you picked on die? Especially after you told them that they were better off dead, they listened and took action to your words. Which is how demons and their messengers do their jobs. It's as simple as that for Rae who was flying to the small farmhouse after hearing the familiar hum pull her there.

    Rae was still thinking about this while she began decreasing her altitude to land on the window ledge.  Before she looked in she heard a baby crying and watched a person tread over to pick up the child to calm them. The woman holding the child had fiery red hair and had freckles sprinkled over her nose and some on her arm. She rocked the baby, who made cooing noises and hiccups every now and then.

  At this point Rae began to search for who in the household hummed with the sorrowful song. Considering she heard the song that she knew from her masters teaching for her soul hunting. Then she saw it, a man in the corner bundled up with blankets who coughed terribly. His chest was still rising, but Rae knew the signs. His coughs were wet and raspy, which was probably giving severe pain to his throat. The chilly air was still here, but she had a feeling that this cough was soon to be fatal.

    He was much too frail to take the beating of the cold, at once he started slouching over, and his chest rose slower than before.

    His name was Thomas. Rae felt the air become colder, which meant that her superior was observing, but he was only giving hints that he was soon to be present. He whispered the slouching man's name to her, in a shaky, yet deep voice that was muffled by the wind blowing.

"Thomas, Thomas, Porter, his time shall be over and his pain will subside."

    Many voices said in unison to Rae as she cawed to alert her presence to the woman. She stared at the woman, knowing her eyes were a pulsating red now. She shakily looked away, before putting the child back in the white and brown crib below her.

    Rae cawed again, and the woman seemed locked in a trance by her eyes. They seemed to bore into her. She let out another low caw and the woman snapped out of the trance, making her look at her brother, Thomas, who slouched in his chair, and regained his breathing.

    The servant did her job, but her partner would soon appear and he would soon aid her in the true job of a servant.

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