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 hemorrhage while she was still a teenager. Because of her jet-black hair, Genevieve, her mum, named her Raven. As such, she grew up feeling it was only natural to wear all black in a Victorian style outfits.

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Raven is a cannibal who enjoys a hedonistic life, 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. 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 that spit roasting 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 in. A sizable portico, large enough for three cars, was at the front of the house. The estate is large and imposing. With its Victorian flourishes and many tall windows, the castle-like building has several floors, each hinting at a bygone era. It had turrets and high, steep roof lines. She painted it with four or five colors, each floor clad in different cladding styles. It was strangely beautiful and distinctly feminine. It suited her personality.

A large foyer, at least as big as 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 sound of ravens softly squawk and talk among themselves. Were they actual birds or if it was 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, Raven’s put Sirs 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.

In the parlor, there was more artwork and plush sofas and chairs, with a bar and an enormous fireplace, capable of roaring with tall flames. Flanking each side were figurines of a naked man on one side and another of a naked woman. Their upstretched arms supported a large mantle upon which rested more figurines of ravens and the prey they were eating. The firebox was at least six feet wide and four feet deep. Big enough for a person could easily step inside. Inside the firepit were two vertical metal posts, topped with a ‘U’ shape metal design, used to support a rotisserie spit.

Out back is a smallish, odd-shaped swimming pool, suitable only for cooling off during the hot summers, or enjoying sexual exploits. Surrounding the pool is a deck for sunning and relaxing with a cool drink or dry martini. A low fence separates the pool area from the rest of the grounds, which harbors various play stations suitable for bondage or torture of her prey. Off to one side is a large barbecue grill and dining area.

Beyond the pool and play stations, a secluded conservatory offers a private sitting area reached by a meandering path. For years, Raven kept its existence to herself as her private respite. Even her brother, Sir, didn’t know about it while he and Avril temporarily shared Raven’s home, starting in Book-7. Raven disclosed its existence in Book-8 when she reluctantly let Avril use it.

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