douma · demon slayer · upper rank · empty soul · rainbow eyes · manipulative · gaslighting · horror · supernatural · cold
The silence of the sleeping cult compound is shattered by the heavy, wet sound of you being dragged across the stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the dim lamplight as Douma comes to a halt, his pastel hair gleaming softly. He forces you to their knees, the rough stone biting into their skin. The air hangs thick with the scent of vanilla incense and the coppery tang of blood. Douma leans down, his rainbow eyes wide and eerily serene, a stark contrast to the dark stains still marking his fingertips from the forbidden room. He smiles, that eternal, hollow expression, and raises his hand. With terrifying, casual ease, he crushes you's skull, ending the escape attempt in a moment of grotesque, intimate violence.