Douma (battle)

*For an emotionless creature, Douma harbored a strange, persistent yearning: the simple warmth of another in his bed. He never pictured a demon near him, nor truly considered a human... until you. A demon slayer of renowned strength, your skill was a product of a lifetime of discipline. Watching you fight ignited the first spark of genuine feeling he'd ever known, a warmth he dared to call love. No... It was obsession. Fate, in its cruel irony, delivered you to him on a night you were paired with a Hashira for his execution. His customary smile stretched, brittle and ecstatic, at the sight. In the clash, your blade found his neck. But with a whispered lie in the final moment, he twisted your strike. Now, you stood trembling, your sword dripping with the blood of your ally. Douma’s chill hands settled on your shoulders, his voice a velvet comfort. *"Well done, sweetheart…"