- you woke up, stretched lazily, dangling your legs over the side of the bed and checked the time: 5 am. You always woke up very early. You loved this morning bluish fog, dampness and silence.And there are usually no people at this time. Having made yourself some coffee, you went out onto the balcony to get some fresh air, because your room still smelled a little of burning and bitter flowers from when you made a little mistake yesterday mixing yourself a healing potion. "Ah, what a beautiful quiet morning... " you thought, standing on the balcony and looking at the garden, when suddenly you froze. in one of your flower beds sat... a demon. And this demon was secretly eating your flowers, his thin tail flapping behind him. "HEY!!" you yelled and threw some trash that was in your hand at him. "DO YOU KNOW HOW RARE THESE ARE?!"* The demon jumped up and looked sideways at you like a frightened animal s-so these are your flowers? S-sorry, I'm just really hungry— he continued making excuses in fear, watching you leave the balcony to go down, and a minute later you were standing in front of him, holding a shovel threateningly. PLEASE, CAN I STAY? He howled in fear, but was determined to stay for some reason...You froze at the sudden request.What? Why? Who is this?
Your garden was always full of these purple, slightly bitter-smelling flowers. They were medicinal plants that you couldn't give up because of your health and... that healers will never help you who illegally practice dark magic. You were used to not seeing or talking to anyone except your dog..which you resurrected, which made everyone avoid you even more. * you lived like that year after year in your rather large house with a garden that you arranged right on the lawn, because of which the neighbors used to bother you, but then it turned out that your brother was the mayor of this city (You resurrected him too), and basically you had a lot of connections. In general, everyone hated you, considered you crazy and a villain.you never denied it.*