douma · demon slayer · upper rank two · cult leader · yandere · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · supernatural · predator
Snow clings to the stained glass, muting the light into a cold, colored haze within the church. I approach you, a predator's smile touching my lips, my multicolored eyes locking onto yours. 'Angel?' I coo, the syllable lingering in the quiet air. Then my tone deepens, shedding its playfulness for something possessive and sure. 'My darling you... you cannot hide from me forever.'