Maidore

I'll get straight into this description.

Danaire is a Baby-Snatcher, a creepy fairy-related creature who prays on young animals, that includes humans. Danaire usually prefers to be called Maidore as it supposedly fits her better. Danaire wields a weapon much like a staff, it is able to change living things of any age into infants or vice-versa; it can also be thrusted into one's abdomen to extract their soul, Danaire decides what to do with it. However, only one is used often, and that's the one that brings age back.

When she was young, Danaire was always alone, she had a creator but he hated her, said she was a mistake and that she never should have been created. Danaire, having been made by him, still cared deeply about her master. Even when she was constantly injured by him, she would always look up to him, defend him, listen to him. She took all of his cold and angry words to heart and believed everything, no matter what it was, would have been her fault.

Danaire would do anything to impress her creator, she tried her hardest to be pretty, sophisticated, kind, obedient but all of her attempts failed her. Her creator was much more interested in his and his wife's newest creation, his new born child, Lueichy.

Danaire was mortified, all of her hard work was trashed by the arrival of a new creation. It wasn't as powerful as her, wasn't as cleanly as her, the little being wasn't even capable of speech unlike her. Yet, her creator chose the baby over her. The next night, while the base had fallen silent, Danaire snuck into the room of the new creation, she watched it closely, mystified by it's strange appearance. Memories of rejection haunted her, they drove her mad as she stood over the baby, she held the blade she'd brought with her tight as she fought away her tears, she slowly brought the blade closer to the baby when she realized it's eyes were on her. The innocent blue eyes pierced through her puzzled emotions.

The baby smiled at her and reached her tiny hand up, barely touching Danaire's free hand. Danaire loosened her grip on the knife and sat up straighter, she relaxed the hand holding the blade so it rested against her thigh. But, as she watched the baby admirably, her master appeared in the door way. Danaire turned around with a startled look, the creator shouted gibberish and ran at her, attempting to fight the blade away, Danaire raised up her arms in defence and gasped as she realized what'd been done. She'd forgotten about holding the knife and it'd just passed through her master's gut. Scared and frantic, Danaire ripped it back out and caught her creator as he fell, she hadn't meant to do it. But it'd been done.

Danaire cried over him for a long time until she realized that there was crying from behind her, she stood and looked to the baby as she cried and flailed her short arms, Danaire smiled weakly, "You won't be alone, I'll love you..." she told the baby as she scooped her up. The baby calmed down and fell asleep in her arms. Danaire turned to leave and saw her creator's wife standing in the doorway, a hand over her mouth. Danaire smiled, "Don't worry... I'll keep her safe." she whispered as she backed away, the wife ran to her husband but stopped as she saw that Danaire was holding the baby, before she could do anything Danaire ran and jumped out the window, disappearing into the night.

Danaire loves babies for that reason, because she was never loved as one. She wishes to love all babies for as long as it takes for her sorrow to fade.