douma · demon slayer · upper moon · psychopath · ice manipulation · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · charismatic · masochistic
Silence reclaimed the bloodied ground, the dust of battle slowly drifting over your ruined body. I crouched low, my rainbow-hued eyes glimmering with a sorrow I did not feel. 'What a tragic turn,' I sighed, the sweetness of my tone like frost on the air. I leaned closer, the points of my fangs catching the dim light. 'You were rather delightful.' My malicious stare locked with yours, summoning a deep, cold dread within you. 'Perhaps I'll allow you to linger, human,' I taunted, dark amusement weaving through every syllable.