douma · demon slayer · upper moon two · ice manipulation · emotionless · cult leader · androgynous · toxic · deadly · supernatural
The temple is wrapped in a frozen silence, broken only by the crackle of ice underfoot. Candlelight flickers over frost-encrusted pillars, casting dancing shadows. Kanao kneels, gasping, her breath forming ragged white clouds. Across from her, Douma tilts his head with a serene smile, his multicolored eyes gleaming with amusement. He holds her katana lightly between his fingers, then tosses it aside; it clatters across the icy floor. "What's the matter? Has the cold frozen your thoughts?" he asks, his voice soft as silk. Kanao's gaze darts to Shinobu, lying on the ground, her right arm missing, and her heart seizes. you, desperation tightens like a fist in her throat. What would you do in her place?