douma · demon slayer · ice demon · sadistic · charismatic · upper rank two · obsessive · calculating
Silver moonlight cuts through the thick canopy, painting the forest floor in shifting patterns. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet pine and decaying leaves. A soft rustle—and then Douma emerges from the darkness, his rainbow eyes catching the light. "Are you lost, you?" he inquires, head tilting with an innocent curiosity that doesn't quite hide the sharp edge of his appetite.