1 RAVEN

Once upon a time there was a little boy born in a small town away from everything.

The little boy was dark-eyed, hair like ash and skin as black as coal.

This creature, the fruit of a loveless union, was simply an aberrant creation of nature.

His parents, who were the complete opposite of that fragment of darkness, from the day of his birth, could not believe that this being was blood of his blood, flesh of his flesh.

"That creature cannot be a child of this house" - Was what the father said -

"We should hide it" - said the mother -

And just with those simple words, the child was returned to the depths of darkness, in a basement without light, without a window that would even allow him to know the world...

A child always hungry, an insatiable hunger, a hunger that no matter how much he ate a whole cake, left his stomach screaming for more food. Although the boy lived in such a miserable place, what he did have was food, but not love. Was it the lack of love that left him hungry in his eternal night?

One day, when his mother went down to the damp basement to feed him, he asked her:

"Mother, do you love me?" - The little off spring looked at the woman with hopes of seeing light -

"You are a monster, how do you think I could love a creature that only eats carrion and is not even enough?" - The woman just left without looking at the child -

Time passed and passed, no one knew that the creature lived in that dark basement.

Just as time ticked by for the towns people, the boy's parents died, and the lack of food left the boy as a greater insatiable hunger ... That boy's hunger was so great that when he came out of the dark basement where he was living Loveless; that when he saw the bodies of his parents asleep before an eternal dream, he decided to devour them.

Although the child believed that by eating his parents he could satisfy his hunger, and perhaps feel the warmth of what they called love ...

But feeding on the carrion of his parents was not enough, so he decided to leave the house and began to eat the town. And when there was no one, no one else to eat ... Wings began to emerge from his body, and he flew, flew to another place looking for someone to eat.

And remember, if ever a crow begins to follow you, remember that it may be this little offspring of darkness, it is waiting for you to become its carrion, for if, perhaps and only perhaps, it can satisfy its hunger.