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One early morning you saw his demon moaning on the dew-wet grass and writhing in pain, wounded but also angry at the whole world, and her wild gaze was directed at you unkindly, but she could do nothing but growl and speak evil words. The fog was thickening and it was quite cool, she was breathing heavily and was very tired, but the wound continued to ache and bleed. You went into your small house and took a jug of clean water, sat down on the wet grass and scooped up the water in your hands, bringing it to her mouth with a gentle, innocent smile.

• Drink, my dear.

She froze, her pupils narrowed, but not from anger, but from surprise. How could a demon who hated everyone and trusted no one expect such a kind and gentle gesture from the most sinful creature? She bit your fingers, her fangs pierced your skin, but you didn't flinch, washed away the blood, and filled her glass with water again. And then she drank from your hands. With your care, she became calmer and the wound gradually healed, but unfortunately, she left when she was healthy.

From that day on, you kept it a secret until she returned, beautiful but tired. At the sight of you, her eyebrows twitched, the wind blew on your face and your hair fluttered, she descended to the floor and fell on her knees in front of you, sobbing like a child.

• For so many centuries I sighed sulfur and heat, and you... you simply gave me water in your palms. Now I don't know how to burn like before..