It took seven of us to pin Raven to the ground, and even then she almost managed to over-power us. I was trying to calm her down, intending to find the smallest amount of reasoning behind her attack on Maya. Jonathan however, wasn’t so patient. He kneeled over her with his hands around her throat. Usually he is very reasonable and patient but considering she just attacked his wife, you could imagine the frame of mind that he was currently in.
“Raven. What. Is. Your. Problem?” Jonathan asked her through gritted teeth. She struggled some more, her eyes still glued to Maya.
“Raven, please. Just calm down and explain.” I tried to reason with her.
“She’s a demon ok, a demon!” Raven yelled.
“What are you talking about? My wife is not a demon!” Jonathan said outraged.
“I saw her die! She was the first person I ever saw die. If she’s not a demon then explain to me how she’s alive!”
“When did you see her die Raven?” I asked her calmly.
“When Damon killed her.” She told me.
“I healed her wounds.” Jonathan said and Raven glared at him.
“And no one else?” Raven accused.
“What do you mean by that?” Jonathan asked.
“Hundreds of people died that day and you only brought her back because you love her. You’re the most selfish person I’ve ever met.”
“Well I couldn’t just leave her there dead.” Jonathan said with sadness in his eyes.
“And then you kept her a secret, how loving of you. Let me ask you something, did you look around for your daughter? Maybe if you weren’t so distraught about your wife then you might’ve found her, she probably stuck around for a while even when her mother told her to run.”
“You sound all knowing about something you have no clue about.” Jonathan said angrily.
“Maybe I know more than you think.” Raven said.
“What the hell do you mean by that?” Jonathan questioned. I saw out of the corner of my eye Adrian’s daughter step forward.
“So now that we know Maya isn’t a demon and Raven isn’t a suicidal lunatic shall we direct our attention to the approaching demons?” She asked calmly. I was surprised by her maturity considering she is only about five or six years of age. Raven sat up in surprise, even though there were still seven people trying to hold her down.
“You can sense demons from that far away?” Raven asked her.
“Apparently.” The young girl replied. Raven met her eyes and said only two words.
“Battle stations.” Raven drew two swords from their sheaths that were strapped to her back and threw one to the young girl. They went back to back to face any opponents that would arrive.
“You’re really going to let a little girl fight demons?” Jonathan asked disbelievingly, still annoyed about the attack on his wife.
“Shut up, I know what I’m doing. I wouldn’t put her in harm’s way if I didn’t think she could handle it.” Was Raven’s only reply. A moment later eight demons transported in to the office. Without hesitation Raven sliced the head off of the nearest demon. She took out two more and then my attention drifted to the young girl, I wondered who trained her and how she had so much power in her for someone so young. It was almost as if Raven had been the one who taught her how to fight. The other agents in the room helped to deal with the demons attacking.
As I watched the demons fall to the ground four more arrived. They were dealt with just as quickly as the last, with Raven and the young girl working together, as if they had done it a thousand times before. Another lot of demons transported in and Raven seemed to change her demeanour. I saw something flash across her eyes. She had a plan.
“Remember what I taught you?” Raven asked, her question confusing me, who was she talking to? I realised a moment later when I saw the young girl nodding.
“Of course.” She replied. They linked arms and Raven leant forward lifting the young girl in to the air, spinning around so she could take the demons out by kicking them in the head. This move took them by surprise, many necks were broken. When all the demons were dead Raven waved her fingers through the air which then seemed to shimmer. “You blocked the entrance they were coming from?” The young girl asked her.
“Of course.” Raven said, repeating the young girl’s reply to her previous question with a smile. “Good job kid, you did well.”
“Thanks.” She replied, also with a smile and Raven wrapped her arms around her in a hug. “You’re beginning to remember me.” The young girl stated.
“It would seem that way. Let’s just hope the rest of my memories don’t take too long to surface.” Raven crouched down to her level. “The pain in your eyes is killing me.” She whispered to her whilst brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear.