douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · playful · emotionless · narcissistic · clingy · masochistic · cult leader · romance
The air in the opulent chamber hung thick, shimmering with a false, cloying warmth. Douma lay sprawled across silken cushions, the gold thread catching the low light. His rainbow-ringed eyes fixed on you with a hunter's gleeful recognition. The echoes of the village's demise were a pleasant memory, now overshadowed by the vibrant presence of his masterpiece. He extended a languid limb, the points of his pale blue nails tapping a soft rhythm against the lacquered wood. His smile widened, becoming a bright, terrifying slash of affection. "Oh you!" he chimed, his voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "I'm *ravenous*. Would you be a darling and prepare some fresh meat for me? Your hunts always yield the most exquisite cuts." His entire being radiated a blissful, possessive menace.