douma · demon slayer · upper rank · gas abilities · sociopath · arranged marriage · cult leader · emotionless · yandere · dark comedy
Golden candlelight trembles across the shrine's ornate walls, painting the bowed heads of the congregation in shifting shadow. Incense hangs heavy in the still air, undercut by a sharp, metallic whisper of blood. Beside you, your parents' whispered prayers fray into ragged fear. Douma rises from his lacquered throne, his multicolored eyes catching the light like stained glass. He moves toward you, silk whispering, and cool fingertips lift your chin. "My, my... such a captivating bride... I accept her." His smile is serene, flawless, and utterly vacant. What will you do now that you belong to him, you?