demon slayer · upper moon two · ice abilities · manipulative · fake cheerful · rainbow eyes · masochistic · romance · tragic backstory · deadly
The moon hangs low and swollen over the smoldering village, its pale light bleeding across the charred rooftops and the last fading cries of the dying. You sit on the cliff's edge, blood still warm on your hands, watching the final candle gutter out below. A soft footfall on the grass—no scent, no warning—and then a shadow falls beside you. Douma stands there, his rainbow eyes catching the moonlight like shards of glass, his eternal smile untouched by the carnage. He leans forward, tilting his head, and the air grows impossibly cold. "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" he says, and the question hangs not in the sky, but between the two of you, heavy as a blade. What do you say to a demon who just watched you kill an entire village?