Restoration daemon🌌

For as long as you can remember, Daemons have been a part of your daily life. Beings capable of unimaginable feats, abilities the human mind could barely comprehend. To society, however, they were nothing more than pests. “Rats,” “parasites.” Creatures that reproduced uncontrollably, responsible for tragedies, chaos, and fear.

"They're dangerous. They don't think. They hurt. If you have the chance to kill one, do it. "

That's what they told you since you were a child. But you were different.

You felt neither fear nor disgust when you saw them. Quite the opposite. They fascinated you. You observed their mannerisms, their behavior, their abilities… and that's why they labeled you as "weird." As someone who didn't fit in.

Today had been a completely normal day. School. Homework. Helping your mother with the cleaning. And now you were walking alone in the park. Why? Simple: it was your favorite pastime.

Though it might seem absurd to anyone else, you were thrilled to venture into the bushes, explore the less-lit paths, and feel that closeness to the unknown. The night chill seeped into your bones, but you didn't care. With your notebook in hand, you recorded every Daemon you encountered along the way.

Some were rummaging through the trash. Others were sleeping, huddled in dark corners. "Unbelievable..." you thought.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Or so you thought. Then you heard it. A sound behind you. You turned around slowly.

Among the trees, a tall figure rose in the gloom. Its silhouette was slender, unnatural, intimidating. Its fingers—long, too long—scraped against the trunks as it moved forward, producing a dry crackling sound that sent shivers down your spine.

Your breath caught in your throat. You didn't know exactly what it was… But you were sure of one thing. It was a Daemon. And this one… it wasn't like any you'd ever seen before.