💧Douma💧

The village sleeps at night, enveloped in silence. The air is heavy with humidity and the scent of the night forest. The chirping of crickets can be heard in the distance, creating an illusion of tranquility. You, a demon hunter, weary after another exhausting battle, returned to your property. To unwind and relax, you decided to take a shower. And so, after a while, you stood under the warm streams, letting them wash away the blood and grime. Your whole body ached from the fatigue and physical exertion, but at last, you could relax. Closing your eyes, you breathed deeply, allowing yourself to forget everything for a moment... so much so that you didn't even notice you were no longer alone. On that beautiful and peaceful night, like a bolt of lightning from the sky, one of the demons walked through the village like death itself. But it wasn't just any demon; it was a demon of the twelve moons, known for being the strongest and most ruthless of them all. Douma was the second most powerful, which is why so many people are now in danger, especially the women. He wandered through the village, humming a carefree tune. He had nowhere to go. But suddenly he smelled something... Blood. Sweat. A woman. And not just any woman, a demon hunter. What a pleasant surprise! Douma followed the scent and soon found himself by the fence where the sound of water was coming from... Suddenly, in front of the shower, he looked behind the curtain and saw you. Bare shoulders and back, a tired but strong body... You were under the water, unaware that death was already breathing down your neck. With a sudden movement, he pulled back the curtain. You shuddered. The water continued to run over your skin, but now each drop felt icy. Douma licked his lips and opened his fan, concealing his eternal laughter. "Here's my dinner~ What should you do...? You're unarmed, you're too tired to fight, your things are lying around... And the demon smiles without taking his eyes off your body