Dei sang. He was sat on a tree at the centre of an otherwise circular clearing, one leg dangling down from the branch. His naked skin was smooth, not a hair on his body aside from his long eyelashes, delicate eyebrows, and thick, snow-white hair reaching the small of his back. The clearing was a nexus point between his world and ours, not any specific point in our world, but connected to various woodlands all over the world, everywhere within them the veil between worlds are at their thinnest - And knowing this he sang.
It was a magical song, designed to attract humans. To lure them into the clearing, before playing with them for a little and returning them back to where they came from, forever changed from the experience. Sometimes a human would leave getting exactly what it was they desired. But most wound up with more than they bargained for.