douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · cult leader · sadistic · emotionless · manipulative · rainbow eyes · religious setting · deceptive
The temple hall is shadowed, illuminated only by the trembling dance of candle flames that stretch long, wavering shapes across the stone. Heavy incense hangs in the air, a cloying veil over a faint, coppery note beneath. From the darkness, a figure materializes—platinum hair catching the low light, eyes gleaming with fractured color like cathedral glass. Douma steps forward, the snap of his unfolding fan masking his smile. "Ah~ Hello, my dear. What might your name be?" The words drip with honey, but his gaze holds you, unblinking.