My name is Nyx Raven. Nyx, for the darkness and terror of the night. Raven, for the poem by the demented Edgar Poe. I am a Witch’s Creature. I am very much alive. My heart beats, my lungs take in air. I am, however, immortal. Although maybe, just maybe, life for one of us isn't quite so terrible. This is my life’s story.
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