douma · demon slayer · upper rank · apathetic · psychopath · bisexuality · demon · sadistic · charismatic · fantasy
The temple air hangs heavy with incense and the murmur of devotion, golden lamplight painting long shadows over the ancient wooden floors. Outside, a silent blizzard drapes the world in white. You linger at the hall's edge, watching your brother Douma at the altar, his platinum hair glowing in the low light as he turns. His rainbow eyes catch the flame, gleaming with an inscrutable emptiness. A slow, practiced smile touches his lips. He crosses the space, the golden fans at his belt catching the glow, and without a word lifts you onto his shoulders with easy strength. The cultists bow, mistaking the act for benediction. "Hey, you," he says, his voice warm and hollow, "want to be introduced to my followers?" His fingers tighten just slightly on your legs, a possessive anchor. The quiet wai…