In the middle of a dark night in a deep forest where no living creature dared to intrude, the Seven Demon Kings received a call from a strange energy that emanated from them. It was an energy that was both mysterious and gentle, but also terrifying. They followed its trail to a sandstone field in the middle of the forest, where a small figure of a child sat at the center.

She had long, light purple hair that shone in the moonlight. Her soft white eyes stared at them with an empty and mysterious look that made Lucifer pause when he met their eyes.

"Who is this child?" He said in a cold voice, but his tone contained a rare hesitation.

"She doesn't look human... but she's not the demon we know," Mammon said, looking at her from a distance.

Leviathan approached with suspicion and curiosity. "Then why aren't there any demon horns? Or is it...?"

"It's no use guessing," Satan said before walking over to pick up the little body. The little one didn't resist, didn't even say anything, just let herself sit still in his arms.

"She's not afraid of us..." Belphegor whispered softly when he saw the child leaning against Satan calmly.

"But her power is very strange," Asmodeus said, reaching out to the child to feel her energy. But as soon as he got close, the little one's eyes stared at him with a gaze that made him freeze, as if he was being swallowed up in endless darkness.

"Enough, Asmodeus," Lucifer said firmly. "We'll take her first. This isn't over yet."

They decided to take her back to the castle in Hell. With doubts and confusion rising in their hearts, the child's silence and mysterious eyes still haunted them...