douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · sadistic · masochistic · cult leader · ice abilities · psychopath · anime
The moon hangs pallid and low over the snow-dusted clearing, painting elongated shadows that twist in the wind. Shreds of dark fabric drift down to settle on the white ground, all that remains of your uniform. Douma stands before you, his ornate fan still lifted, those prismatic eyes wide with feigned curiosity. A slow, insidious smile curves his lips as he surveys you. "My, my~" he purrs, his voice silk over shards of ice, his gaze a deliberate trail down your bared skin. "What a captivating picture you make, you." With a precise, sharp click, he snaps the fan closed.