The Messenger

I can't say how I ever ended up coming to this city. I heard it in rumor over the various conversations in little known places and there. Something about the place always grasped my interest. Now I know, it was a calling.
The overwhelming feeling of dread in the are. At time's the ether is almost suffocating. Many of the people around me must have been here long enough that they either don't notice or care. It's always dark, the rain has hardly let up. Still, I knew I had to be here, for something.
I found my way to the Omega Institute after a few days observing the city that isn't supposed to exist. Elsewhere I've learned to live in the shadows and secrecy like those vampires who abide by a masquerade. Here even demons and angels walk down the streets like it was the thing to do. I've never really fit in anywhere among the normal or not so normal, but it's not so bad here.
I've met a few interesting people in the Institute so far. I don't know too much about them yet, but they've accepted me among them. Joah, and Grr I see fairly often. They seem really close. Severus, I can just feel his pain. He's eons older than I am, but I know how it is to suffer, and I know it's not something I'd wish on someone else. I wish there was a way to help him. I don't know much about Lady Omega, though she seems nice.
Grr told me he was the one who called me here. He calls me "The Messenger." I had no idea what he was talking about. Who this Raven entity is or why I was summoned. But the crazy thing is, ever since then strange things have happened to me. I think whatever this messenger is talks through me. I have fading dreams of when it takes over me like I'm watching myself. I don't feel afraid of it. In fact I feel like it's trying to tell me that it means me no harm. I want to find out more about it. I know I'm supposed to be here.