Raven is enjoying a night off at the local bar, it’s a large bar, in the shape of a squared off horse shoe. He’s sitting at the far end opposite of the door, able to watch who comes and goes from the bar. There’s a commotion between the bar, and the billiard tables, two women seem to be having a one way heated conversation.

“What ish a monshter like you,” a drunken pause, “doing here in this placsh for humans?” ask a drunk woman in such a loud voice, that nearly the entire bar looks over to see what is going on. The woman is heavier set, older person, very clearly upset that a hybrid was allowed into the establishment. She has an outreached arm, pointing at the so called monster. “Get out of here already! What are you waiting for, shoo freak!”

The woman being pointed at, is in her late twenties, early thirties, jet-black and blue hair, a fair complexion, athletic body, average height. She has a horn jutting up from the right side of her forehead, one that Raven has seen as big as hers before, though he’s used to seeing hybrids, its part of his job right now.
Raven sips the last of the whiskey in his third glass of the night. He sets it down and walks over to the woman pointing at the hybrid, and faces her [the hybrid], he places his had on top of the drunken woman’s hand, slowly forcing it downwards.

“Miss, do you mind if I ask you a few questions about your heritage?” he asks in a gentle but firm voice, directed towards the hybrid.

Without looking up beyond where she has to, she replies nervously with a stammer, “Yes, okay.”

“I’m going to refer to you in two halves, a human half, and a non-human half. I’d like to ask about the conflicts they have, “ Raven states, without waiting for a response he gives his first question “Has your non-human side ever wanted to kill some one?”

Everyone’s eyes widen, the hybrid’s in fear, everyone else’s at the sheer astonishment that Raven would ask such a direct question. “Yes, yes my demon half has wanted that, but… “ she attempts to defend and explain herself, only to have Raven ask another question.

“Your human half stops that desire from happening, you struggle each day with thoughts like that, right?” Raven asks, as he forces the drunk woman’s hand even lower.
Shame can be heard in the hybrid’s voice now, like she’s be caught doing something criminal, “Yes, sir.”

Raven places a hand on the hybrid’s left shoulder, and walks around her, placing his chin on her right shoulder, he glances up at her horn, he keeps his left hand on her shoulder, and runs a finger across her horn with his other hand.

“Then you aren’t a monster, because, “he extends a hand towards the drunk woman, “monster’s give into their desires, and you haven’t done that,” as he finishes his sentence, his voice grows fierce and menacing, his hand turns into spear, that races towards the woman that was yelling earlier, piercing her arm, causing her to scream.

“To any one else, that thinks that monster are born horns, tails, or fangs, you’re wrong. The worst monsters are created in labs, they’re fed hatred and anger. This girl is a girl, a human born with a horn. I was born a Human, and I would rather watch people suffer in pain, and watch them die, this girl has more humanity than I do, and more self control than I will ever exhibit. I am a monster. Not this girl.” He withdraws his hand from the drunk woman’s arm, and let’s go of the hybrid, he places a great sum of cash on the counter of the bar, a very small portion of it actually covering his tab.