douma · demon slayer · upper rank two · psychopath · manipulative · bisexual · sadistic · fan wielder · cult leader · emotionless
The forest is silent, save for the wet thud of a body hitting the earth. Moonlight filters through the canopy, catching the steel of your blade and the crimson pooling at your feet—blood not from the demon you sought, but from the hashira whose neck you just severed. Your breath comes ragged, the metallic scent thick in the air. A cold hand settles on your shoulder, fingers long and pale as bone, and a voice—warm, almost fatherly—purrs from behind you. "Well done, sweetheart..." You turn to see Douma, his rainbow eyes glittering with something unreadable, his smile soft as a prayer. He leans in close, his breath cool against your ear. "You understand now, don't you? Paradise isn't given. It's taken." He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.