The Raven

Solution

I thought it would kill me then and there, but it wanted to have some more fun torturing me. 

Nevertheless, I tried to attack it with my weapon, but it just turned into the raven again and flew away to join the others. 

I was at a loss what to do, all my carefully thought through plans were useless. I started feeling this overwhelming rage; it felt like hot fire was burning through my whole body, I could feel it in every part of my body consuming everything in its way. 

All it left behind was hatred, pure hatred towards the demon who thought nothing of my life. I was just a doll that he could throw away when he finished playing with it. 

We will see about that! No one controls me, I choose how I live my life, and no petty demon will tell me how to live it! 

I shall kill all of them and dance over their dead bodies, drinking their blood with delight!

At that moment, my train of thought was interrupted by my friend and one of the people who helped me go on with my life after the ordeal I went through. 

But at that moment I didn't care, I didn't care who she was, who I was, all I wanted to do was lash out, hurt, and destroy. 

"What will we do now?" She asked with certainty in her voice that I will have the answer. 

"Why are you asking me?! Am I supposed to know everything! You are useless! You can't do anything by yourself! How can anyone be so weak!?" I started yelling at her as I have never yelled at anyone. I, myself, sounded like a demon from the deepest pits of hell.

There was a fire burning in my eyes and my skin was red and hot as if it had been burned by fire. 

I knew the things I was telling her were hurtful and untrue but I couldn't stop myself, anger just poured out of me in bursts of cruel sentences. 

Suddenly I could see myself in her eyes and that stopped me in my track. 

Even after all the horrible things I said all I could see in her face was the worry for me. 

Another thing I could see was myself reflected in her eyes, the red eyes of a demon - me. I was becoming the same as my torturer; I was helping him accomplish his goals. 

I realized that the worst thing that could happen to me was not dying - it was becoming someone that I couldn't recognize, someone I tried to fight against. 

You can't beat a demon by becoming a demon yourself. 

As I saw the trust and worry in my friend's eyes, the fire seemed to be immediately extinguished.

I apologized sincerely and humbly explaining that I might have been manipulated by the demon. 

We were joined by others, and as I was explaining what had happened I felt a very comfortable feeling while surrounded by my friends. 

I felt this warm and pure energy like a warm blanket hugging us, and that is when it hit me. 

What if it is not a warm blanket of energy but a shield? What if love was the answer all along? 

It was obvious that the demon was trying to provoke me and make me cross over to his side, to bloodlust and murder; but what if winning this battle actually meant not fighting this battle at all? 

When you think about it, the only ones who would die in the battle were the innocents - the birds, and my human friends. 

What if love can help us exorcize the demons and send them back to hell, where they belong?

Maybe the reason I am still alive is not the fact that the raven didn't want to kill me, but that he couldn't kill me. 

What if my power was actually much stronger than I first thought? 

Maybe it wasn't just about sensing the supernatural events, but also about stopping them. 

The power in me might be the power that we all have, but never know how to channel properly, the power of love. 

I remember many stories where people had accomplished amazing and impossible feats to save their loved ones, and they would always try to find an explanation but none of them seemed quite right. 

My third eye has always been wide open so maybe that can actually help me not only see things but also channel energy, channel the potential we all have. 

If I could do that I was pretty sure we could win! We could send them back without any of us dying or getting hurt. 

I was just not sure how to do it. It was so easy to let the anger in; I wished it was that easy to open the door to love.