Snippet #1949557

Corbin looked down, leaning onto the railings of the roof terrace. It was silent—and that was why he liked this neighborhood. It got boring, of course, but he’d rather stay there than go to a noisy environment. Just as he pushed himself away from the railings, hell’s messenger, or at least he considered it such, gave him a letter.

He saw an address, and, apparently, it was from an old friend—the Devil. He thought about it for a while, assuming it was a trap. After all, he did stop obeying some orders of the guy. But another thing occupied his mind… the fact that the demon could’ve just dragged him back down to hell without need of any unnecessary activities.

He disregarded everything and just jumped up the railings and down the building, only to turn into a raven just in the nick of time, and soar back up the blue sky. A raven didn’t look appropriate for a place like that, though.

The place indicated wasn’t very far from wherever he was. He just flew for a couple of minutes and glided down an alley that led to the said address. Before the black bird could set foot, he turned back human, and instead of scratching noises, his footsteps were what can be heard.

Upon entrance, he was greeted by a man, supposedly a servant of whoever owned the place. He led Corbin to a room where his fellowmen, and some “Feather folk,” as he called them, were there.

“Sir, we’ve a seat reserved for you.” The man told him, gesturing to a seat that was, apparently, in between the seats of two Feather folks.

His right eye twitched, and when he turned around, the butler wasn’t there anymore. He faced the others now, sighing, “Oh joy.” He somehow managed to bring himself to the chair without having to kill himself. “Fate can be quite irritating, huh?” He refrained from rolling his eyes.