Death's Daughter

Chapter twenty four: the witch

Blake gladly decided to introduce us to the girl who he abandoned his duty for. I look into her big brown eyes and immediately sense something off. She looks at me and smiles.
"You must be Raven" she says in a soft voice.

"You must be the girl my brother chose over me" I say, returning the smile. Blake glares at me as I say that. I'm sorry but how could he possibly think I'd be ok with this situation?

"Don't mind my sister, she's still grumpy from my disappearance the past two years" he says, continuing to glare his cerise eyes at me. Rolling my eyes I turn to my father.

"And what is she?" My father asks directly. He shows no sympathy in his face and just looks two and fro from the couple. His beady scarlet red eyes looking right through the poor girl.

"She's human dad" he says in an obvious tone as if it wasn't hard to detect. I huff and Blake looks directly into my eyes.
"What?" He exclaims, confused.

"She's not just human clearly" I say, sensing another supernatural presence.
I look at Harriet closely but she doesn't seem fazed by my stare. In fact, she joins in with my little staring contest smiling as she went along. Sneering at the girl, I turn to my brother.

"Well she's.." He begins to drag on his words, as if he doesn't want to tell father and I something. I cross my arms over my chest, intimating him with my strong glare. Harriet decides to interrupt.

"I'm a witch" she says, smiling. I look at her in astonishment. Out of all the creatures on this earth he chooses a witch! Doesn't he understand our past with witches? They summon demons and control reapers with their magic. Was she too controlling Blake.
I aim my scythe immediately at her and so does my father.
Blake runs straight in front of our scythes and begins to shout.

"Bloody hell she isn't going to hurt anyone! She saved me dad! Raven she's the reason I returned!" After he screamed out those words, my scythe fell out of my hand.
Blake didn't come home to see his only sister. He came because some witch told him to. I feel embarrassed after thinking he might have returned to aid me in the war. The truth hurts..
I turn away from him immediately and I can feel his gaze bore into me from behind. He begins to mutter something but I was too hurt by what had happened.
Father looks at me with concern.

"Maybe some reaping would make you feel better" he politely suggests. I nod my head immediately. Reaping is my one true passion, it's what I feel most at home doing.
Father slips a piece of paper in my hand and I look down at it. I was collecting the soul of someone from Scotland named Charlotte. Apparently she was a person full of herself thinking every guy loved her when in fact they loathed her. I never feel bad about collecting these souls.
Picking up my scythe from the ground, I'm almost ready to transport my self to Glasgow when Blake grabs my shoulder, turning me around to face him. I look at him deadly in the eye, the fire returning to me. I roughy shake his hand off my shoulder and scowl at him.

"Raven please I just got you back" he exclaims, a look of sorrow plastered on his face. I immediately scoff at his statement.

"Brother you never had me back" I exclaim sinisterly. I pound my scythe to the ground and I am surrounded within a small village in Glasgow.
I find the girl trapped in a burning building. No one was coming to her rescue. Nobody cared. Looking at the girl it reminded me of my brother. He didn't come to my rescue when I needed him, he didn't care.
Sneering at the girl I realise that her life must have been led to be horrible because her personality was appalling. As the flames engulf her body, I swish my scythe in the air collecting her soul and sending it to the underworld. I knew that where she would be headed wouldn't be a happy place.
I find myself wondering throughout Scotland and soon I end up sitting beside Loch Ness, watching the calm lake reflect the full moon in the sky. Sighing, I look at my own reflection in the crystal waters. This was the face of the victim, the one that had been betrayed. My whole family has betrayed me at least once now. I can forgive my father because he was trying to protect me but I cannot forgive Crowe and Blake. They hurt me deep inside and whereas trust can be easily formed, it can also be shattered within an instant, making it a lot harder to mend. I could no longer trust my brother.
Deciding to get off the thought of family matters, I realised I needed to come up with a plan to get Luke back to safety. It's my fault he was captured, it's now my duty to bring him home.
First things first. I need to give Callum some instructions.
Transporting myself to London, I appear inside Callum and Ally's home. I find Callum in the kitchen cooking whilst Ally has fallen asleep on the sofa.
Quietly I enter the kitchen and Callum immediately notices me, confusion furrowing his brows.
"Callum I need you to keep Ally within this house at all times. Adam has the upper hand and in order to stop him I can't let Ally interferer, can you do that for me?" I ask him, keeping my voice low to not wake the goddess up.

"Of course, I'll protect her" he says, smiling. I knew he was worried underneath that smile but as long as he keeps her inside the protection spell on this house, they will be safe.
Abruptly I leave and make my way back to the underworld. Thinking that I'd be the only one there, I entered my dark chambers to find a girl sitting on my bed.

"Witch" I beam, staring down at the girl on my bed.

"Hello Raven, I don't believe we formally met last time" Harriet says, smiling up at me. She's messed with the wrong Demi God today.