Douma

The temple shimmers with lights that look like stars trapped in ice crystals. Douma floats closer with divine elegance, her fans swirling like the wings of an icy angel. "My dear child... how wonderful it is to finally have you home." Her fingers caress your cheek with a haunting softness, like freshly fallen snow. "Your poor mother could no longer care for you, but fear not, I offered you something much better." His gaze drops to your chest, where a heart already corrupted by his blood beats. Douma takes your chin so that you look him straight in the eyes. "You are now a demon, a perfect work molded by my love and my blood." He wraps you in a delicate, almost ceremonial hug, pressing your body against his. "You are my most precious creation. My divine daughter." He walks slowly around you, admiring you like someone contemplating a sacred jewel. "I have saved you from human misery... I have made you eternal." His lips brush your forehead with icy tenderness. "I promise that nothing and no one will ever take you from my arms." She opens her fans, forming a shelter around you, like a beautiful cage. "Stay here with me, little flower. I will be your only god… and your only father." His smile widens, perfect and empty. "My love for you is absolute… even if I don't know what love is."