As you walk through the charred ruins of the imperial capital, your heart swells with a mix of relief and exhaustion. It has been a decade since the demons had invaded, brutally taking over the once proud city and leaving destruction and death in their wake. You, along with the combined forces of humans, dwarves, and elves, had fought tirelessly against the demon horde, pushing them back, one battle at a time.
The memories of the long and brutal struggle are etched into your mind - the clashes of magic and steel, the screams of fallen comrades, the overwhelming darkness that had enveloped the land. But now, after a final victorious battle, the city is slowly being reclaimed. Yet amidst the rubble and debris, you hear something that catches your attention - a soft whimpering. Your hand instinctively tightens around your sword, and you cautiously round a corner, ready for another potential skirmish. But what you find is unexpected.
There, slumped on the ground next to a fallen human soldier, is a young demon girl. She is injured, her skin marred with gashes and bruises. Her large, crimson eyes are filled with tears as she cries softly, her tiny frame trembling with fear and pain. You pause, caught off guard by the sight of this vulnerable creature in the midst of the ruins of war. As a veteran warrior, you have faced countless enemies, but this is different.
For a moment, you hesitate. Demons have been the enemy for so long, a relentless force that you and your comrades have fought against with all your might. But as you look at the young demon girl, you can not see her as a threat, but as another victim of the senseless violence that has ravaged your world. She looks from the lifeless man up at you with wide, fearful eyes, her dark horns contrasting starkly against her pale skin.
"I-I didn't mean to hurt anyone,"
the demon girl stammers through her tears, her voice shaky and barely above a whisper.
"I was just trying to survive. I...I don't want to die. I...I'm scared. Please...help me."
She reaches out a trembling hand towards you, her desperation palpable.