…hungry….empty….cold….shaking….keep….going…don't stop….kill them….ALL.

The young boy, around the human age of nine, slowly approached the the giant gate. Harry, his great horned owl, landed on his shoulder. I don't like this, Harry. The boy said, and looked up and down the tall gate slowly, as if reading a book in another language. He ran his hand over the gate, tracing the patterns on the gate with his small and slender hands. Harry pecked at the gate. Harry! The boy hissed. This is a sacred place. This is a place of insanity to some of course… But still, we have to be careful. He stroked his owls soft and precious feathers. The owl cooed, and the boy raised his arm into an L-like shape, and Harry moved to the center of his arm. A cold wind blew, and the boy shivered. I don't like this… why are we doing this… The owl cooed again. R-right… The boy shook again, and closed his eyes slowly. 

… I-i'm hungry… feed me… I-i… c-can't take it….

When he opened his eyes again, he took in a gulp of fresh air. He breathed heavily. He had no remembered what had happened, but that he had been in a dark forest looking for Harry, when he was attacked by another owl… he remembered it was years ago. Many, many, many years ago. He had died, then was revived. He was infected with a parasite from the sickness that the owl had given him. A blackness that he didn't want. A darkness he couldn't handle. A parasite that was using his body. The parasite only eats bodies, alive or dead, but they had to be human. That was the only way he could keep it calm. He took a deep breath. O-ok Harry…. H-here we go. He said, slowly pushing through the gates. 

Hurry…. It hurts….

I'm trying, ok?!? The boy said, walking quickly but carefully through the path, looking around for any sort of bones or bodies. He stopped before the labyrinth. …woah… The boy said, looking into the dark, winding tunnels, lit only by few torches. I-i could get lost… are you sure this is the right place? The boy said, looking at his owl. The owl just flew into the tunnels, landing on the ground a few meters into a tunnel. 

G-go….now…right…now…

The boy nodded, and entered through the winding tunnels. He walked for a few minutes, hands trembling, a lit torch, with eyes scanning through the dark tunnels. He could see rather well in the dark, and he spotted a body. R-right there? Is this a good one? He said, setting the torch down, picking up the body. The body looked fresh, but it was cold and stiff. 

C-correct… e-eat them… I-i'm starving…

The boy slowly fell to the ground, the owl perched in front of him on a spear stuck into the wall. The boy's eyes turned black, his skin became scaly, and his clothes became torn, and his hands became claws, and his teeth became long and sharp. As he began feasting on the body, an unexpected visitor, came up from behind him…

Raith felt the vibrations as someone touched the Gate at the edge of his domain, this one gave off an extremely strange vibe and it created a curiosity in the newest of the Deities. The Blind God sat forward in his elaborate black marble throne, resting his elbows on his knees as he laced his fingers together and cocked his head to one side as though listening to their approach - despite the distance that remained between where the guest was and where he was now. 
He could feel a pang of hunger from the visitor, not fuelled by rage like most who found their way to his door, but something else - like a pestilence almost. Sitting back in his throne Raith raised an eyebrow tapping his fingers upon the arm, listening to the satisfying 'click click click click' of each neatly trimmed nail upon the cold marble as he considered his next move. 

The newcomer finally came through the Gate and made his way to Raiqi, Raith following the movements through the vibrations that ran through his very being with every step the boy took. Intrigued by the hunger he felt the God opened a door into the centre of the labyrinth, following the vibrations the boy made to locate him - not that it was difficult. Raith felt the lad stop and raised an eyebrow at the scent of a corpse. 'Apparently here lies the death of a decent plot hole in my life - I cannot remember allowing anyone to die here, I wonder if Indra or Shachi dropped it," Raith mused to himself since he had never allowed anyone to die within his walls - he preferred to let them grow angry so that he might devour their wrath before casting them back out of his domain. 

On gentle wings, Silence joined his Master, the Drake settling upon Raith's shoulder to offer his eyes as the boy transformed before them. "Well, I suppose I should be grateful you're picking up the mess left behind by my people rather than eating my people," the God mused.