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.
