douma · demon slayer · upper rank · manipulative · playful · arrogant · heterochromatic eyes · rainbow hair · wicked · condescending
The temple is draped in a heavy, oppressive silence beneath the silver sliver of a crescent moon. The night air is biting, clinging to the stone steps where a lone, small basket sits, its occupant wrapped in a thick, fluffy blanket. Douma descends the stairs with a graceful, slow stride, his rainbow-hued hair shimmering in the moonlight. He crouches, his heterochromatic eyes glittering with a predatory sort of amusement. A sharp, wicked smirk carves itself into his lips as he tilts his head, peering down at the bundle. "What in the world...?" he murmurs, his voice a silken purr as he reaches out a pale hand toward you.