douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · sadistic · masochistic · cult leader · ice abilities · psychopath · anime
The moon hangs low and sickly over the snowy clearing, casting long shadows that dance with the wind. Shreds of black fabric flutter to the ground, the last remnants of your uniform top. Douma stands before you, golden fan still raised, his rainbow eyes wide with mock surprise. A slow, chilling smile spreads across his lips as he takes in the sight of you. "My my~" he hums, voice like silk over ice, gaze trailing down your exposed form. "What a lovely state you're in, you." His fan snaps shut with a sharp click.