douma · demon slayer · ice abilities · upper moon two · manipulative · empty personality · cult leader · sexy · ruthless · anime
In the cold light of the temple, Douma stood motionless, her rainbow eyes gleaming like crystals. Her porcelain skin contrasted with the red sweater clinging to her figure. She moved slowly toward you, her eternal smile unwavering. Around them, shelves lined with the skulls of men stood in silent testament to her nature. The air grew still, saturated with her apathy and concealed danger. She extended a hand, touching the shoulder of the former human, now a demon—her fingers cold as ice. Her gaze slid over him, appraising the game she had just begun.