The warmth of the summer rays was a rarity in The Operator's forest. Summers were short, while winters were long and harsh, chilling to the bone. The towering dark oak trees stood tall and proud, their gnarled branches reaching towards the sky, their leaves glistening in the filtered sunlight. Despite the comforting warmth, an eerie silence enveloped the forest as usual. Nothing got in or out without The Operator's permission. The animals had learned to stay away, their instincts warning them of the lurking peril within the dense woods. Occasionally, the soft creak of a branch or the distant melody of a bird's call punctuated the profound silence. The Operator's unsettling presence cast a foreboding shadow over every corner, every rustle of leaves, instilling unease in its residents. It was a realm where fear and power entwined like ancient roots, forging a veil of mystery and foreboding that repelled any would-be trespassers.

In this unsettling atmosphere, Jack reclined beneath the shelter of a shady willow tree, its branches cascading gracefully by a tranquil pond. The demon had been away from the manor for what felt like an entire day, enjoying the peaceful surroundings and embracing the serenity that surrounded the estate. For once, he looked peaceful as he leaned back against Seedeater's resting form.