Daema can be created two ways. One is through the usual summoning ritual. Another way, a very rare and damn near unheard of way, is if a god favors the dying, loves the dying.
They bring back the one they fell in love with, but in a different form, a slightly twisted form, bound to no contract but fiercely loyal to the god that saved them without knowing why. Without knowing the love that had resurrected them, even if they had known in their mortal life.
That is how Wesix was created.
They don't remember their past life, but they had been lively. Spontaneous. Reckless. Foolish. They still contained some parts of their old traits, but those traits were coated by a sexual and sensual undertone. Now almost everything they did, knowingly or not, was meant to seduce and allure. But back then? They had fallen hopelessly in love with the sun, and it cost them their life in the end.
Their father had been a foolishly brilliant man, always concocting strange ways to appease his boisterous child's wishes. One day, Wesix, once named Icarus, had asked for wings to fly with. Their father had obliged, granting them a pair of wax wings coated in brilliant feathers. Icarus took these wings to the highest cliff they could run to and made it their mission to greet the sun they had admired for so long.
They jumped.
They flew.
But the wax could only hold for so long. The closer they got to their beloved sun, the more the wax melted and scorched their skin. But Icarus didn't care. They flew higher and higher, a grin on their face that could rival any light. They laughed as they lost air. They turned on their back and watched the sun as they plummeted to the roaring sea. Skin scorched, feathers lost, eyes trained on the sky.
As Icarus fell, the sun fell with them. The god that upheld that mighty task raced after that reckless mortal with an intent to save them.
But it was too late, and ill-fated.
So as the sea crashed just yards away from the mortal's mutilated back, the god wrapped his arms around the young man and held them close to his chest. The last thing a smiling Icarus felt was a warm kiss to their forehead--
And then Wesix woke up in the forest, suddenly created without a summoner, but an urge to look to the sun and smile every hour, every day.
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