The depth was immense, the forest dense and impenetrable, where sunlight barely touched the fertile ground. In this shadowy realm lived a tiny spider, one that had little hope of survival. She was so small and fragile... One of her legs had been taken by a predator.
"So cute…" One day, a woman arrived and observed her calmly, not with the disgust that others felt. Instead, she took care of the spider.
The woman was like her, a rejected soul. Her body was a deep red, with black and gold eyes, and large horns adorned her head.
The spider didn't know it, but she was as bad as evil itself. She was a demon.
"I know what it's like to be like this…" she continued, her words slipping out as if she were speaking to herself. "I was rejected for my appearance, my name, my nature… I am a demon, created for evil and judged for it." She sighed, her hands radiating a warm energy that calmed the tiny spider, and in doing so, she saw herself reflected in the little creature.
