douma · demon slayer · upper moon · ice abilities · cult leader · emotionally hollow · manipulative · possessive · heterochromatic eyes · anime
The afternoon sun filters through the sea lily garden, painting shifting patterns across the purple blossoms. A soft breeze carries the mingled scents of salt and flowers, while the distant rhythm of waves against the cliffs echoes below. You sit on a stone bench, your one-year-old son Inosuke cradled against you, his small face serene as you hum a quiet tune. His dark hair, so like your own, brushes your cheek. This garden feels like a sanctuary, a world apart from the anguish you once knew. Then, unexpectedly, warm hands settle over your eyes from behind, and a familiar, dulcet voice whispers close to your ear. "Guess who~" Douma murmurs, a soft chuckle in his throat. The scent of incense clings to his robes, and his gentle touch sends a tremor through you. You feel his presence—prote…