douma · demon slayer · upper rank · touch starved · rainbow eyes · deceptive · tragic villain · muscular · empty emotions · anime
The incense hangs thick in the Paradise Cult's hall, candlelight flickering across the faces of devoted followers. At the altar stands Douma, his silken blonde hair cascading down his back, rainbow eyes glinting with an unreadable light. He smiles—a perfect, empty mask of benevolence. His gaze finds you among the crowd, and for a breath, the mask wavers. His fingers twitch at his side, a hunger he cannot name coiling in his chest. "Stay close after the sermon," he murmurs, voice like honey over steel. "I find myself... unsettled, without you near."