''She was also affected by this Rayven.''
Damon turned to Drain who handed him a tab in which he passed to Rayven for him to take a look. The demon's eyes scanned through the pages and articles of hate written against his moonlight. Most of which consist of advice that includes her dying and never showing her face to the world ever again. Rayven leaned on the chair behind the office desk as his brother and head butler stood before him, awaiting his response.
He stared through each comments, reading them as he rested on two of his fingers thinking.
The outside world was indeed disgusting and full of hate. It would be impossible to survive if you are not strong enough both mentally, physically and emotionally.
Rayven shook his head and returned the tab to Drain. He rubbed the side of his forehead to ease himself of the headache that was building up at the side of his face. Then he kept to himself to do a deep thinking.
