Standing infront of the large family picture with a golden frame , hanging on the middle of the wall, Sebastian finds himself tracing the potraits of familiar faces of a genuinely happy couple and their children.
He recognizes the man as Raven’s father. It was no surprise,the man, now had the same face he had at the time the portrait was made, despite being reborn several times. That was a perk of being reborn. Having same soul meant being the same person in every aspects..unlike reincarnation where ones soul is free and one is born a complete new individual.
His hair jet black, combed to perfection with neat side parting that high lighted his strong browlines and sharp features, Raven’s father looked like a gentleman of means and appeal. The man distinctly had some of the his son’s looks and a smile that was hard not to fall for. Although, now much older than what he looked in potrait, age had been still been kind . For, even with wrinkles,terrible bags under his eyes and white hair with patches of baldness, the man undeniably looked good on his 60s .
‘He made Raven who he is..’
‘How can one possibly know what changes a person? Could this man who looks so contended and happy enough to be with his family be so viscious so as to be a murderer himself?’ Sebastian questions.
But again, years of life near these beings called humans had taught Sebastian many things.. With them change was ineveitable. They always pursued what was unattainable, neglected what they owned and wandered in nothingness for pursuit of greed, lust and desires. ‘I want more’ had always been their universal motto for generation and generations since the cave man first appeared, he had read somewhere along the pages in his father’s observation notebook of humans.
‘Scums. No better than animals with useless brains. Can’t tame them..they wont be loyal, can’t love them..they can’t love. So just think and treat them as food ’ was what aunt phili always said to him, worried he might follow the footsteps his father followed.
Raven is not bad..he had argued once.
‘That’s because he is not a human. He was born a demon’ she had snapped back .
He lets out a long sigh, steering away his eyes from the portrait of smiling man to the boy and to his little sister sitting near the fire place.
‘ If only they knew what was coming in future..’
Sebastian then paces back slowely and glides to sit on a sofa nearest to Raven, he watches as Raven’s memories slowely starts unfolding themselves to him.
‘Brother, is not mom coming back home?’ Raven’s sister asks, looking at the flames burning on the fire place.
‘No’ he replies. ‘She called in to say she has a important meeting with a client’
Raven stares at his sister’s preety angelic face and into her eyes. He could tell, she was sad and lost in deep thoughts now, after hearing that, judging by the patterns of light reflection inside her large pupils, even though he could only see little from a distance where he was standing. It was integrated to Raven like a instinctive behaviour, to look into his sister’s eyes and assess her thoughts before he could say anything. Strange enough this behavior he developed had helped him to cater to Rose needs even when she was a little baby and couldn’t communicate, while their own mother felt frustrated of trying hard to understand.
They were colored light blue or perhaps light green, her eyes, no one could tell. But they were mysteriously beautiful and made Rose stick out in the crowd. ‘Feels like looking into stars when I see you smile’ Raven would often tell her,which were indeed true, for they sparkled like thousand fireflies kept together, bottled ,in the small world she saw.
‘If only Rose could see what fire looks like. If only she was not blind’
Raven monologues sadly, watching her stare, vacantly at the fire with eyes that were blinking only a few times, seeing nothing but black all around her.