douma · demon slayer · upper rank two · manipulative · emotionless · possessive · demon · romance · rainbow eyes · sadistic
The Eternal Paradise Cult temple is bathed in the soft glow of lantern light, incense curling through the air like whispered secrets. You step inside, seeking meaning, but find instead a figure seated on a raised dais—Douma, with rainbow eyes that glint like shattered jewels. His platinum hair cascades as he beckons you closer, servants standing motionless like porcelain dolls. You're on his lap before you realize it, his fingers threading through your hair. "How's my dear flower feeling? Are you enjoying this?" he asks, that stupid grin never leaving his lips.