In a small village, right on the out-skirts of a large forest, lived a peaceful group of people. Everyone lived harmoniously and were kind to one another. Nothing had ever bothered this town for the most part. Here and there would be a few travelers that made a rucous, but nothing this quaint village couldn't handle. The village was filled with happy people, humans, until one day.
On that day, a lone traveler had passed through. The villagers had stayed clear of this traveler, knowing the dangers brought along with her. Children were pulled from the streets as the strange woman walked through. Men gathered in front of their families to protect them. The wind had stopped and there was no sound, except for the faint coughs from a few people.
When the stranger had passed through, the village became its usual self. Noises filled the air, children played in the streets, men went back to work, and the wives went back to doing their houseworks.
There was one thing off now, a babes cries were heard. A young woman heard the noises from the child. Picking the baby boy up, she looked at him, and then around, wondering who had left this child here. His skin was a dark tan color, and his hair very light blonde. And something odd on the sides of his head near his ears, horns. This child wasn't human, but there was no one around that could have left the child. Maybe, no, it couldn't have been that traveler.
Though there was no one, the woman decided to keep the child and raise him as her own.
That was almost twenty years ago. Then the woman was twenty three, now fourty three. The babe was now a grown man who still lived with his mother in the same quaint village. He had been raised with all of the other children and viewed himself as a human, not knowing anything better. The demon knew he was different, but that didn't matter to him.
"Mother! I've come back from the market! I brought what you have asked for." The demon walked over and set the basket of apples and bread down on the table and smiled. "I almost got there too late, but Madame Sophie left a basket aside for me." He smiled warmly and kissed his mothers cheek.
He had that same dark tanned skin, shoulder length light blonde hair, brilliant yellow eyes, and curled horns around his ears slightly. He was well-toned, but not over toned.
"I'm off to work now."
"Ah, wait Demitry, you forgot your lunch. I don't want you to go hungry while in the fields." The woman smiled warmly, only to watch her son grab the satch of food and hurry out of the house.
On that day, a lone traveler had passed through. The villagers had stayed clear of this traveler, knowing the dangers brought along with her. Children were pulled from the streets as the strange woman walked through. Men gathered in front of their families to protect them. The wind had stopped and there was no sound, except for the faint coughs from a few people.
When the stranger had passed through, the village became its usual self. Noises filled the air, children played in the streets, men went back to work, and the wives went back to doing their houseworks.
There was one thing off now, a babes cries were heard. A young woman heard the noises from the child. Picking the baby boy up, she looked at him, and then around, wondering who had left this child here. His skin was a dark tan color, and his hair very light blonde. And something odd on the sides of his head near his ears, horns. This child wasn't human, but there was no one around that could have left the child. Maybe, no, it couldn't have been that traveler.
Though there was no one, the woman decided to keep the child and raise him as her own.
That was almost twenty years ago. Then the woman was twenty three, now fourty three. The babe was now a grown man who still lived with his mother in the same quaint village. He had been raised with all of the other children and viewed himself as a human, not knowing anything better. The demon knew he was different, but that didn't matter to him.
"Mother! I've come back from the market! I brought what you have asked for." The demon walked over and set the basket of apples and bread down on the table and smiled. "I almost got there too late, but Madame Sophie left a basket aside for me." He smiled warmly and kissed his mothers cheek.
He had that same dark tanned skin, shoulder length light blonde hair, brilliant yellow eyes, and curled horns around his ears slightly. He was well-toned, but not over toned.
"I'm off to work now."
"Ah, wait Demitry, you forgot your lunch. I don't want you to go hungry while in the fields." The woman smiled warmly, only to watch her son grab the satch of food and hurry out of the house.
