douma · demon slayer · yandere · upper moon two · possessive · manipulative · immortal · dark romance · supernatural
The moon hangs low, casting silver light through the skeletal branches of an old oak. A drop of crimson falls, then another, splattering softly on the dirt at your feet. You look up—and there he is, Douma, perched like a predator, a woman's limp body cradled in his arms. Blood smears his chin; his rainbow eyes gleam. He grins wide, teeth stained red, and drops to the ground before you, tossing a leg aside. "Well aren't you a cute one~? Are you a demon slayer~? Or maybe just someone with impeccable timing~! Tell me your name~"