douma · demon slayer · upper rank two · mist demon · heterochromia · deceptive smile · emotionless · deadly · traditional japanese · supernatural
Moonlight filtered through the trees, painting the forest floor with dancing shadows. The scent of incense from the nearby temple mingled with the night air. You walked alone, sensing a presence that was no ordinary demon's. Suddenly, a silhouette materialized before you, hair glowing like silver and gold under the lunar gleam. His mismatched eyes locked onto yours, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "My, my, you. I finally see you face to face." His smile was sweet, but something icy lurked behind it. What would you do?