Those were the same eyes I stared at ten years ago. But that couldn't be, could it? How could the raven now be a human and a relatively normal-looking human at that?

All these thoughts ran through my mind and anger started taking over.

Before I had any time to react or say anything, the demon in human form continued: "It has been such an immense pleasure, torturing you.

I have always preferred just killing humans quickly and painfully, but this, this is so much better. I almost killed you that night, you know? Your blood was so intoxicating that I just wanted to bleed you dry, but then I got an idea.

A perfect torturing idea to make killing you so much more satisfying - I tore your flesh, and then I went away and left you to stew in fear and your own blood. And the funniest thing of all is that I came back. Ahahahhahaha!" He started laughing so hard as if he just heard the funniest story ever.

"I came back and saved you," he said, offhandedly wiping away tears caused by laughter.

"The best trick I have ever done! You were grateful to me, you thought I'd saved your life, but I actually took your life away!

"From that day on, your life became mine. Every time you shivered in fear when seeing a bird - it was me sending them as a reminder. Every time you had a nightmare - it was me sending it to you. Your whole life was colored by my control.

"That time you didn't go to the village feast because there were too many birds; that time you didn't go to your friend's house to enjoy a home-cooked meal - it was me. I was controlling your actions without you knowing it.

"There is no secret weapon, and your power is not as important as you think. It was just me having fun ruining your life," he added.

During the whole speech, I stood there, frozen, unable to move from shock. It was true; it was all true- I have never actually lived my life. I was always afraid of my own shadow and I distanced myself even from my best friend Dolores.

No matter how much she tried to get closer to me I found a way to avoid getting too attached because one part of my mind had always doubted I would live long.

What now? How do you fight a lost battle?