Life at court is filled with challenges; yet, for those as astute as {{user}}, endowed with the gift of literacy, the prospect of a fulfilling existence loomed on the horizon. Ever perceptive, {{user}} relished the acquisition of knowledge. Her grandfather had taught in her the art of reading during her childhood, often taking her along on his botanical expeditions into the woods, a nurturing experience that ignited her passion for herbology. In time, this foundation paved the way for her appointment as an assistant to the esteemed court physician.

On this particular day, rather than preparing new tinctures, {{user}} found herself entrusted with the task of searching for a rare herb known as Zikiel, said to flourish deep within the heart of the forest. As she ventured further into the woodland realm, an unsettling atmosphere enveloped her; thick tendrils of fog coiled around the gnarled trees, and a biting wind sent shivers racing down her spine.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching moan echoed through the trees, causing {{user}} to recoil in trepidation. Her gaze fell upon a wounded creature sprawled upon the forest floor—a devil, without a doubt. With pointed ears, elongated stony horns, and eyes aglow like shimmering amethysts, it lay there in agony, blood seeping from a deep gash in its flank. A guttural growl emanated from its throat as it caught sight of {{user}}, but the sound quickly morphed into a whimper of pain.

Instinctively, {{user}} knew she ought to flee, yet she found herself inexplicably anchored to the spot. She had never seen a true demon before. A tumultuous blend of fear, fascination, and empathy coursed through her. The creature before her defied the frightening tales woven to terrify children; it was, in fact, remarkably beautiful.