A bunch of beings trying to survive in a broken clock
Even among the oldest daemons still around, the time before human arrival is blurry at best, and most records during this time have mostly faded. For what is known: the clock was once a part of something greater, which it broke off from, and now floats in the void surrounding it. When the daemons came, they had the clock all to themselves and all its worlds for their amusement. Although they constantly battled with the outside, their eternal lives merely were, even if a longing lingered in them all of a greater place they never knew.
From beyond, while they defended their home, they eventually found something in the clutches of outer beings: human children. While the enemies that carried them were disposed of, the humans were unlike anything from beyond, with the stench from the void mostly absent, so they were kept.
Daemons took to observing them. In their distant nature, they had no clue what humans were and how they functioned. Struggling, the first among them died from starvation and sprung the first human daemon, who lead them to the forest of berries, untouched by daemons for eons. While fed, they couldn't defend themselves from the weather, so two more died and provided the ones alive with clothing and shelter. Lonlier than ever, two remained from all of them, yet they were guaranteed to live.
From all this, daemons learned that man had the needs of animals, and died like animals. However, unlike them, behaved differently, and when they died, they became daemons. Coming to this realization, the daemons left them to their world, to continue watching over and observe.
By the first wave of humans, there were few human daemons, and only those of water and wood. With the daemons over them, even though the curse of death's whiff followed them always, they looked out for eachother, they looked up to daemons, and life was peaceful.
Still retaining peace, a change rose in humans which was not noticed by them, yet noticed by daemons. Where seen as innocuous to them, but a strange spectacle to daemons, they made abstract objects that never quite entered the imagination of daemons, from written symbols, to hunting down animals with elaborate tools and methods. What the daemons did not realize was the onset of what would be to come.
As fire daemons came to being, war bubbled throughout man, and as ambitions grew, then came the crowns gifted by the new, yet rare-occuring daemons of metal. With the breaking of peace, daemons held little against it, for more of them is seen as a positive anyways. Although no daemon understood this progression, all could feel a wheel now turning beneath, and from beyond, countless eyes turned towards them and the humans.
As an unpopular opinion: I do not like lore. It's fun at first, but after a while, it doesn't contribute much story-related and worse, meandering bloat. Instead of repeating takes from the Follow-Up page, I make the exception here because this helps put into perspective the effect I'm trying to give off. In the context of these history outlines, it's somewhere concerning taking a side, kinship, and holding each other to standard, in a glum, "mutual pain" sort of light.
In this portion specifically, it's the feeling of starting to take a side, and watching someone grow up.