"Hello again, old friend."
"Oh, it's you..."
"You need not be so hostile..."
"I see you two are moving on with your lives. When's it due?"
"...two more months."
"That's good."
"Will you be there?"
"...no..."
"But...please, you must find a way to move on, and-"
"Move on? MOVE ON? How can you say that? If it had been him, could you have moved on? Were it you, could he have?"
"Sorry...I shouldn't have shouted..."
"I can't bear to see you like this..."
"That's why I came all the way out here...so no one would have to see me."
"But-"
"I think you should go now."
"...Goodbye old friend."
Carrion shook himself awake. That dream-memory had plagued him for quite some time, but he thought he would be free of it now. No matter. He turned.
He sat in the cave he had crafted with his magic, glancing around at the furnishings. One bookcase, filled with books. A kitchenette, completely equipped to satisfy any hunger, provided plenty of magically created ingredients. A large bed, too small for him, but with plenty of space for the single occupant.
Raven slept on, still unaware of the situation. Carrion glanced at the walls, the special mineral deadening demon magic painlessly, so she could not turn her powers on him, and blocking electronic signal, so she couldn't contact anyone, and no one could track her. Glancing back at the bed, he checked what he'd placed there. THe mug of her favorite herbal tea still steamed, kept warm by magic. A copy of the book she'd been reading today sat there, marked to the page she was on.
The books on the shelf were all her favorites. The food in the kitchen chosen to her tastes. There was even a wardrobe of clothes in her size and tastes, and a walled off area for changing. And behind several twists of cavern wall was the bathing area, complete with hot spring.
Yes. Everything was perfect. Now all that remained was to wait for her to awaken.