As she heard the birds chirping, Delilah got up from her seat and walked over to the tree. She quietly mimicked the birds' chirps and then stood on her toes while extending her arm to reach one. Some of the birds scattered away, but one was brave enough to perch itself upon her finger. This made her smile even more and then secretly she waved to the young spirit girl who was sitting on the branch singing with the birds.<span style="color: #FF4080"><span style="font-weight: bold">"In stories, demons are usually depicted as evil creatures who only create chaos or destruction. Immoral beasts with cold hearts and no mercy. Yet you're nothing like those demons. Not one bit. Of course, that's not bad at all. But why are you more gentle than most demons?"</span></span>she asked as she sat back down beside him and watched the bird's rapid head movements as it examined the area around it.