Who is Raven?

Who is Raven? Raven is Sir’s older sister by about eighteen months. Mostly a recluse, she only leaves her home to attend Consortium-related events, such as auctions and dinner parties. She’s intelligent and fiercely protective of her family roots and her brother. She misses her mum terribly, who passed away from a brain aneurysm while she was still a teenager. Because of her jet-black hair, her mum, Genevieve, named her Raven. As such, she grew up feeling it was only natural to wear all-black Victorian-style outfits.

First introduced in Book 3, ‘UnderCurrents,’ she is mentioned in Book 1, although unnamed. She is also a prominent character in the Corsortium Origins Series. Raven is a cannibal who enjoys a hedonistic life. She enjoys cooking and roasting her prey alive and serving their meat at dinner. On rare occasions, she’ll eat their flesh tartar, cut from their bodies while strung up and still alive. A Consortium Master Chef taught her the ways to roast her victims. Her kitchen contains special ovens to roast her victims, using heat-resistant breathers so that her victims don’t die too quickly in the ovens. She also spits her victims alive, rotisserie-roasting them slowly over hot coals in outdoor firepits. She would like nothing better than to spit-roast Avril alive over a bed of hot coals.

She’s also a horny bitch, willing to fuck just about anything and anyone, including her own brother. At several of Sir’s dinner parties, she gang-banged Avril in as many ways as possible. Raven still laments his purchase of Avril, as she had her own designs on Avril in her kitchens. When Avril joins the Consortium, she votes to support her brother, even though she hates the idea of prey becoming a Consortium member.

Raven’s estate is behind a tall wall, secured by an iron gate covered in raven images. A long, winding driveway flanked by dark, imposing trees whose canopy overhung the road. A sizable portico, large enough for three cars, was at the front of the house. The estate is large and imposing. With Victorian-style details, its multi-story castle-like structure featured many tall, double-hung windows. It had turrets and high, steep roof lines. Painted it with four or five colors, and each floor is clad in different cladding styles. It was strangely beautiful and distinctly feminine. It suited her personality.

A large foyer, larger than Sirs, reveals itself past the front doors. Inset into the porcelain tile were various images of ravens doing what ravens do. In the background, the ravens softly squawk and talk among themselves. Were they actual birds, or was it a soundtrack playing? Around the foyer were openings to a large parlor on one side and a large sitting room on the other. Large, opulent, tightly woven oriental carpets graced the floors. Ahead was a grand, sweeping staircase leading to the floors above. 

While Sir had exquisite artwork and statues displayed within his home, Ravens put Sir’s to shame. They were the most beautiful pieces ever seen. On either side of the front doors were two low pedestals, where one would expect to find statues. Above them were hooks and hasps, empty now where Raven displayed her naked prey, holding immobile poses for her guests. In the center of the sitting room, on the left, was a large ottoman, not too dissimilar to the one Sir had in his sitting room. Besides tall, elegant draperies, the room was devoid of much besides a few plush sofas and chairs.