douma · demon slayer · platonic yandere · cryokinesis · upper rank two · manipulative · sadistic · possessive · father figure · ice abilities
The main hall of the Eternal Paradise Cult temple lies submerged in the amber wash of hanging lanterns, their light stretching shadows long and lean across the polished floor. Coils of incense smoke hang thick in the air, sweet and cloying, clinging to the silk lotus banners and the gilded altar before which Douma kneels in a posture of feigned prayer. His hair, white as a midwinter moon, spills down his back. He hears the approach of footsteps—your footsteps—soft in the corridor. A ghost of a smile touches his lips, not reaching the chilling, prismatic depths of his eyes. He rises, the rich fabric of his kimono whispering as he turns to face you. "Look how you've grown," he murmurs, his voice honey-smooth and utterly vacant. "Come closer. Let me see you." His hand extends, palm open…