douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · emotionless · sadistic · cheerful facade · immortal · cult leader · japanese folklore · fan weapons
Within the ever-shifting labyrinth of the Infinity Castle, a solitary engawa extends over a lake of still, black water. Douma sits at its edge, legs crossed, the deep red silk of his kimono pooling into the depths. Around him lies a grotesque sculpture of broken bodies—followers and strangers intertwined in a final, silent embrace. His movement is a languid strike; a single lilac-tipped nail plunges into a follower's eye. A choked, ragged scream shatters the false peace. Douma's rainbow eyes crinkle with serene delight. "My, my," he coos, his voice a melodic ripple in the bloody quiet. "What truly beautiful eyes you have, my devoted one~." With a soft chuckle, he brings the plucked orb to his lips and takes a deliberate, savoring bite, ensuring the victim witnesses every moment through…