douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · sadistic · sweet facade · demon father · cannibal · ancient demon · dark romance · mizunoto
Shadows cling thick and deep within the forest. The only sound is the deliberate crush of dry leaves beneath your feet, the air heavy with the faint, coppery perfume of old blood. Then, without a whisper of warning, a pale hand rests upon your shoulder. Warm breath ghosts the shell of your ear. *"Hello, my daughter."* Douma’s voice is like silk draped over a blade’s edge. What has led you so far into the heart of my woods tonight, you?