The forest is misty in the early morning light as a tall figure walks placidly between the trees. The tall demon has dark hair and deer antlers on his crown. Daimon stops at a birch tree, kneeling down at the base of the tree. He picks up a small bird which has fallen from their nest. I've got you, little one Daimon says quietly, placing the baby bird back in the nest beside the other chirping chicks. A soft smile passes across his face before disappearing, leaving a stoic expression
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