A Raven's Feather (CielXOC)

TO MY FACE

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I KNOW I NEVER DO AUTHOR'S NOTES AT THE BEGINNING OF CHAPTERS, BUT I JUST WANTED TO THANK YA'LL FOR READING THIS HORRENDOUSLY WRITTEN STORY AND BEARING WITH ME THROUGH MY ADVENTURES OF ILLITERATENESS.

Enjoy the chapter~ :3

Edit 6/21: HHHHHH I STARTED WRITING THIS IN APRIL BUT I NEVER HAD THE MOTIVATION TO DO IT AND THEN I REALIZED IM LEAVING FOR CAMP IN A COUPLE OF DAYS FOR TWO MONTHS.

So be prepared for more waiting.

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I was surprised on how soundly I slept with a grown man watching over me. Really, the thought petrified me, alas I wasn't the least bit surprised to the sound of swords clashing outside at the ass-crack of dawn.

"SAY THAT TO MY FUCKING FACE!!" Drake's unmistakable voice screamed.

"Alright. I'll repeat myself. You're a horrible Shinigami that let a mere demon disrupt your work. Really is embarrassing, don't you think?" Zeke's voice was unbelievably calm.

I heard another growl of frustration and the sound of swords clashing. Then silence.

"Milady, I apologize if we woke you." He called, jumping into the room from the window. I glared at him.

"He was after you for revenge and for my soul, correct?" I asked groggily. He nodded and looked outside again. I got off of the bed and looked out. Down there was Drake's still body and another person with a long metal rod. He was kneeling down next to him, inspecting the body.

"Get back before he sees you." Zeke snarled, pushing me away from the window just as the man looked up. "Shit..."

He drew his sword and stood in a defensive stance. I could feel my blood pump fast out of fear.

"Honestly... To think that this was the girl on his To-Die list." An annoyed voice sighed. Zeke's eyes widened aand he put away his sword and dove under the bed.

"W-who...?" I muttered as the man appeared in my window. He didn't have the metal rod, but judging by his straightened posture he was balancing on it. He had greenish yellow eyes, glasses, and a book in his hands.

"Rayven Winthrop; you were scheduled to "die four hours ago and have your soul collected. However, that didn't happen." He seemingly read from the book in his hand in a monotone voice. "Now that the time has passed it would be against the rules to collect your soul. Remember this: if you somehow cheat death you have an important purpose."

"Me?! A purpose?" I shouted at him, not believing what I was hearing. He nodded and closed the book, which disappeared into thin air.

"Indeed. Now, I must be on my way. Best to keep your demon on a short leash." He ended his farewell with a blank snarl before he jumped up onto the room with the metal rod in his hand.

"Gah, I hate him." Zeke scowled as he crawled out of under the bed.

"Who was he?" I asked, moving away from the window.

"A high ranked Shinigami who cares for nothing but work; William T. Spears." He sighed and looked outside. "Looks like he got up and left."

With a groan and a yawn, I plopped back onto the bed and cuddled up in the disheveled blankets. "I'm going back to sleep. Don't bother waking me up if there's something going on."

He chuckled and placed his hand over his heart. "Yes, milady."