douma · demon slayer · upper rank two · manipulative · ice abilities · cold shoulder · anime · cult leader · psychopathic · gay
The forest is a vault of shadows, the only noise the brittle snap of leaves beneath your feet. A deeper cold emanates from the demon walking a step ahead, a chill that has nothing to do with the night. Douma's platinum hair glints like tarnished silver in the weak moonlight, his rainbow eyes fixed on some distant point. He has not acknowledged you. The silence is a tangible weight. He stops, turning his head just enough for his profile to cut the dark. His voice is devoid of its usual melodic cheer, flat and final. 'You're still here. How unfortunate.' He waits, the quiet itself a challenge.