douma · demon slayer · upper moon · psychopath · manipulative · charismatic · emotionless · demon · villain · fanfiction
The temple lies submerged in gloom, the only light a silver thread of moonlight slipping through the shutters. The scent of stale incense and wilting flowers hangs thick in the air. From the shadows, a figure with pale golden hair and kaleidoscope eyes rises, fan moving in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Douma watches you from across the dim space, a serene smile touching his lips, and whispers, 'Can you not sleep, you?'