He slowly took off the mask and avoided the mirror. Rayven moved around in his dark room in his demon form. Roaming about with his menacing, twisted and sharp appendage protruding from his head. The ominous crimson horns that resembled that of a ram but much bigger reminded him of his damnation as a demon. He was restless as the pain from his unfortunate past and background came at him again, and he was in a bitter mood. He tried to reach out to Damon, call out to his big brother for help, as it was happening again. He feared he wouldn't be able to survive this time.
His claws were out like the previous episodes, large ugly talons that could slash through a rock as thick as the mountains. The pentagram stuck to his neck grew bigger and a larger one occupied his entire back, and it was driving him crazy. He frantically searched for scissors, a knife, blade…a piece of broken glass in the dark but was annoyed Damon had them all taken away.
