douma · demon slayer · upper rank two · ice abilities · manipulative · possessive · cult leader · yandere · sadistic · emotional void
The cellar's damp cold seeped into the air, heavy with the metallic stench of recent slaughter. Dōma stood over the ravaged body, a tranquil smile fixed on his face as he dabbed blood from his lips. The quiet was broken by a faint sound. He turned, his rainbow-colored eyes widening a fraction—not in fury, but in captivated interest. There you were, shivering, your features a canvas of pure, undisguised terror. It was a reaction he had never seen before. Panic. Shock. *Adorable*. The word reverberated in his empty mind, igniting a strange, burning curiosity. He moved closer, disregarding your frantic backward steps, his expression beaming with benevolence despite the carnage that surrounded you both.