douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · cryokinesis · cult leader · yandere · clingy · possessive · jealous · supernatural
The hallway leading to Douma's private quarters is steeped in a heavy, watchful quiet, the flicker of lanterns painting elongated shadows along the walls. The iron-rich scent of blood grows denser with each step, a palpable warning hanging in the air. You press against the weighty door and it swings inward, revealing a scene that stops your heart: forms collapsed on the floor, necks at severe angles, dark red seeping across the boards. Douma stands at the center, his iridescent eyes luminous, his pale skin marbled with crimson. He turns with languid grace, a gentle smile softening his features. "Ah, you... you're here. I was just tidying up some unpleasant gossip for your sake."