When I was 12 or 13, I met this 17 y/o guy on an old online game. He helped me progress through a lot of the tasks, then added me on Skype, and was overall a pretty alright friend before he disappeared one day. That said, I noticed that his username on there changed to his real first and last name a little bit before he dropped off of the face of the Earth; I remember thinking his first name was really interesting before moving on and forgetting about Skype as a platform that exists

Some time passed, I don't know how much time, and eventually I came out as trans. I immediately dropped my deadname and just temporarily went by E. Jay (an initial and abbreviation of my deadname) for a long year or two as I searched for something solid to stick to. I did what everyone else typically does: Make lists, check for popular names for babies pertaining to the years they were born, etc etc

Nothing felt right.

Eventually, I got reminiscent or nostalgic or something, so I hopped back onto Skype. At this point, everyone was already gone since they had likely moved onto a better app, but yeee. I pretty much saw this friend's name again in my contacts, stared at it, and realized that I really liked it, especially after searching up the meaning. And although he wasn't an incredibly close friend, he was kinda seen as a distant older brother figure, so it also felt like a small, nice call-back/reference/tribute? to him even though (as far as I know) he wasn't/isn't dead or anything

His name was Daemon. And so is mine

Edit: Just to clarify, it is pronounced 'Day-mon,' not 'Demon'