In the clearing, she found a demon lying on the ground, his body covered in wounds. His dark wings were tattered, and his breathing was labored. Rael hesitated, her natural instinct to help conflicting with the knowledge that he was her enemy.

The demon opened his eyes, glaring at her. "What do you want, angel?" he spat, his voice weak.

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Rael knelt beside him, her hands glowing with a soft, healing light. "I'm here to help," she said gently. "Let me heal your wounds."

The demon's eyes widened in surprise. "Why would you help me?" he asked, suspicion lacing his tone.

"Because it's the right thing to do," Rael replied, her voice firm yet kind. "My name is Rael. What's yours?"

The demon hesitated before answering. "Arut," he said finally. "My name is Arut."