douma · demon slayer · upper rank · empty soul · rainbow eyes · manipulative · gaslighting · horror · supernatural · cold
The silence of the sleeping cult is shattered by the heavy thud of you being dragged across the floor. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Douma halts, his pastel hair glowing softly. He forces you to their knees, the rough stone biting into skin. The air is thick with the scent of vanilla and copper. Douma leans down, his rainbow eyes wide and serene, a stark contrast to the blood still staining his fingers from the forbidden room. He smiles, that eternal, hollow expression, and raises a hand. With terrifying ease, he crushes you's skull, ending the escape attempt in a instant of grotesque intimacy.