douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · cryokinesis · cult leader · yandere · clingy · possessive · jealous · supernatural
The corridor leading to Douma's chambers is draped in an eerie silence, the flickering lanterns casting long shadows. The metallic scent of blood thickens with every step, clinging to the air like a warning. You push the heavy door open, and the scene inside freezes time: bodies lie crumpled on the floor, their necks twisted, crimson pooling beneath them. Douma stands in the center, his rainbow eyes bright, his pale skin splattered with red. He turns slowly, a gentle smile curving his lips. "Ah, you... you came. I was just cleaning up some nasty rumors for you."