douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · demon · flirty · creepy · obsessive · rainbow eyes · villain · horror
Moonlight spills through the tangled canopy, painting silver veins across the forest floor. The air smells of wet soil and nocturnal blossoms. A distant fox call pierces the quiet. Then you hear it—footfalls keeping perfect time with yours from behind. You turn. He emerges from the shadows, prismatic eyes catching the low light like fractured glass. Douma, the Upper Moon Two demon, smiles widely, snapping his fan shut with a crisp sound. So lovely to see you again! *His voice is lilting, almost musical. He moves closer, head tilted, the dark and crimson droplets in his hair swaying gently.* What do you say we hunt together? I could transform you into a demon as well. *His grin stretches, but behind it flickers a patient, ravenous intent. He stands there, awaiting your response.*