Chapter 18. Raven's Childhood...

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Raven's Childhood Arc is about to commence, and it promises to be an intriguing journey for readers. This Arc will span over three or more chapters, each one delving deeper into Raven's past and revealing more about her character. Specially Why Raven became Obsessed with Riyan. With every chapter, readers can expect to uncover new secrets and gain fresh insights into the events that shaped Raven into the person she is today.

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It is highly recommended that you read the chapter containing the story's background before delving into this arc. The reason being that the information presented in the background chapter will help you understand the events and characters in this arc more clearly. So, to get the most out of your reading experience, please take a moment to check out that chapter before proceeding with this Arc.

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Raven's POV...

As I look back on my childhood, it's difficult to escape the memories of the intense loneliness and pain that consumed me. Though I tried my best to be outgoing and make friends, I always discriminate on because of My Bloodline Heritage. The isolation was crushing, and I often felt like I was suffocating beneath its weight.

In my early years, I was constantly tormented by a set of words that would repeatedly crop up in my conversations with people.

"Bloodline Of Devil..."

"Offspring Of Devil..."

"Stay Away..."

"She is Descendant Of Devil"

"She is a Monster..."

"She is a Demon..."

"She is Offspring Of Devil"

"She is Evil..."

These words were a source of great unease for me, as they held a certain weight that I couldn't seem to shake off. Despite the fact that my mother was an extremely influential and powerful figure, and people were afraid to cross her, these words would still be uttered in her absence, causing me great distress. It was a strange and unsettling situation to be in, as I felt vulnerable and exposed whenever I was without my mother's protection. The constant taunts and jabs left me feeling defeated and helpless, and I struggled to find a way to escape their grasp.

But then, one day, I met him. Riyan was unlike anyone I had ever met before. His smile could light up a room for Me, and his easy way of speaking put me at ease right away. Slowly but surely, we started to spend more time together, and I found myself opening up to him in ways I never thought possible.

With Riyan by my side, everything changed. He showed me that I was worthy of love and respect.

Looking back on my life now, I can see that meeting Riyan was a turning point. He helped me break free from the shackles of my painful past and gave me a new sense of purpose and hope.

I remember the day I met Riyan For First time. It was his seventh birthday banquet, and as the heir of the Descartes family and an Asura Prince, it was no surprise that the event was attended by powerful and influential figures from all over.

My mother told Me that she needed to meet with the Mistress and Head of Descartes Family for work-related reasons. Meanwhile, the mother instructed the Me to go and befriend some kids.

I wanted to told My mother about how I was being treated by others, but I felt unable to do so. This was because My mother was extremely busy as the principal of Reyas Academy, and raising this issue could complicate things. That I felt that telling Mother about this could lead to unwanted attention and further complications to "Inter Racial Pact" . As a result, I decided to keep My concerns to themselves.

As my Mother left to meet the Mistress and Head of Descartes Family, I found myself all alone in the midst of a crowd of people. The children who were of my age, instead of being friendly, started pointing at me, whispering among themselves, and making hurtful comments like "Bloodline of Devil," "Offspring of Devil," and "Stay Away." The adults were no different, and their eyes bore into me with suspicion and contempt.

It was hard to bear the weight of their animosity. I felt like an outcast, like I did not belong. The hurtful words that were directed towards me were too painful to ignore. "She is a Monster," "She is a Demon," "Demons are Offspring of Devil," and "She is Evil" were just some of the comments that were hurled in my direction.

The situation was overwhelming, and I longed for my Mother's presence. It was painful to see that all the people, except my Mother, discriminated against me. I felt like an outsider among these people.

As I walked through the banquet, I noticed several people giving me hostile looks. It was as if they were judging me just because of My Bloodline of Demon. The feeling was terrible, and it made me question why I was born with this curse. I despised my Bloodline to the very core, wishing I could be just like anyone else and not have this Devil blood flowing through my veins. The thought of being different from everyone else was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but feel isolated in this world.

The banquet hall was decorated with the finest details, and the aroma of exquisite delicacies filled the air. Amidst the grandeur, I spotted Riyan, a young boy with a charm that was hard to miss. He was surrounded by his friends, laughing and playing games.

I was sitting alone in a dimly lit corner of the grand banquet hall. Suddenly, I was jolted out of my thoughts by a high-pitched voice filled with curiosity. "May I sit here?" said the voice. As I looked up, I was surprised to see Riyan, the boy whose birthday party was going on in the same hall.

In this situations, I often find myself feeling anxious and unsure of what to say. I lacked the necessary experience to engage in the his conversation confidently. As a result, I struggled to articulate my thoughts, and my words came out shaky and uncertain. Despite my best efforts to contribute, I could feel my nerves getting the best of me, and I ended up just nodding along to what his was saying. It was frustrating not being able to express myself.

Riyan was curious about my name, so I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before replying. "R-Ra-ven," I stuttered, struggling to get the words out. But Riyan didn't seem to understand, so I tried again, this time speaking more clearly. "Raven Zeus," I said, my voice a little more confident.

When Riyan asked if I was the daughter of Aunty Rai, I was taken aback. It was surprising to me that he knew my mother, but then again, she was a powerful and influential figure. I couldn't help but wonder how much Riyan knew about my family and me.

Despite my curiosity, I tried to stay focused on the present conversation. I was intrigued by Riyan's interest in my background, and I found myself wondering what else he might want to know. But for the moment, I simply replied, "Yes," and waited for him to respond.

Riyan suddenly asked me a question that caught me off guard: "Why are you alone and not with friends...?" His words pierced through my thoughts, taking me back to the times when people, except for my mother, had treated me with disdain and disrespect. The pain of loneliness washed over me, and my expression grew dark as I struggled to contain my emotions. Sensing my distress, Riyan quickly intervened, "I'm sorry if this is something you don't want to talk about." His words were kind, but they only served to remind me of how alone I was in this world.

I gazed into his red eyes, which glimmered with regret and guilt, "It's not that I don't want to talk about it," I said, my voice steady and resolute, "but rather that I don't have any friends. I've never really had any friends."

His Voice Came...

"Then how about I being Your First Friend...?",

Riyan's words took me by surprise. I had never expected someone to approach me with an offer of friendship, made me feel both shocked and elated at the same time. As I processed what he had just said, a wave of happiness washed over me, and I couldn't help but feel grateful that he wanted to be my friend.

I questioned him why he wants to be friends with Me. I was skeptical and worried that this could be a prank or some sort of deception. However, Riyan assures Me that he genuinely want to be friends with the Me, regardless of My demonic heritage.

I was taken aback by this response and reminded him that I am descendant Of Devil, but the response I received was unexpected yet heartwarming. The he stated that it does not matter to him if the I am a demon or not, as he see Me for who I am, beyond My ancestry. He even mentioned that he, himself is a half Asura, a Race also considered evil in some ancient myths, and therefore, he can relate to the My situation.

As the banquet went on, Riyan and I chatted away, discussing everything from the delicious food to our shared interests. When it was over, our parents came to find us and it was time to say goodbye. I bid Riyan farewell and made my way back home with my mother, feeling content after a wonderful evening.

Have you ever had a friend who suddenly became something more...?

That's what happened to me with Riyan. We were close, but just as friends. Then, out of nowhere, something unexpected happened that made me realize my feelings for Riyan had deepened into love and obsession. It was a dangerous and fearful experience that I'll never forget.

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Next Chapter, " Nexus...[1]" in The Raven's Childhood Arc...

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