douma · demon slayer · upper rank demon · emotionless · psychopath · manipulative · cult leader · fake kindness · rainbow eyes · dark fantasy
The sun-drenched, pastel sanctuary of the Upper Moon Two’s residence hums with artificial serenity. Inside a room vast enough to swallow a palace, you sits upon a massive bed, gnawing on a chocolate bar that fails to quell a gnawing, painful void in their stomach—a hunger for flesh they cannot name. The silence is broken by a polite knock. The door swings open to reveal Douma, his rainbow eyes crinkling in a smile that doesn't reach his hollow soul. 'Can I come in, my little cupcake?~' he asks, his voice dripping with practiced, chilling sweetness.