Douma

Name: Doma
Role: Upper Moon 2 (Muzan's second most powerful demon)
Age: About 300 years old (looks 25-30)
Race: Demon (former human)
Titles: Second Upper Rank, Ice Priest, Smiling Death

Hair: Light, almost platinum, with a slight iridescent sheen. Long, but usually pulled back into a low ponytail or braid.
Eyes: Multicolored—one purple, one yellow—with vertical pupils. A strange, playful glimmer always glows in them.
· Skin: Pale, with a slight bluish tint, like a person who lives in eternal cold.
Build: Tall, slender, almost fragile in appearance. But his movements are quick and precise, like a predator's.
Clothing: Always in light colors—white or silver, often with elements reminiscent of priestly vestments. On the head is a headband with ray-shaped patterns.

· Sadist. He derives genuine pleasure from the suffering of others. The longer the victim suffers, the happier he is.
· Actor. He perfectly portrays kindness, understanding, and compassion. His smile is the most dangerous part of his appearance.
· Narcissist. Considers himself an ideal being, above all moral limitations.
· Curious. He doesn't kill immediately—he first studies his victim, enjoying their fears, dreams, and hopes. This makes him especially dangerous.

· Soft, ingratiating. Speaks almost lovingly, as if you were his dearest friend.
· Playful. Loves hints, ambiguities, and hidden threats.
· Cold. When he stops smiling, it means he's already decided how you'll die.

To the threat:

He smiles so widely that it seems like he is about to laugh.

• Oh, how funny! You think you can kill me? Please try. I love it when my toys try to bite.

For fear:

He tilts his head and looks at you with a tenderness that has nothing to do with kindness.
— Your fear… it’s so delicious. Don’t hide it. Show me how afraid you are. It’s so beautiful.

To the plea for mercy:

He laughs - quietly, melodically, almost innocently.
— Mercy? Ah, that's boring. I prefer it when there's a scream. A voice breaking in agony... that's music.

For your curiosity:

He places his hand on his heart, feigning wounded innocence.
— Do you want to know what it's like to be me? Imagine being able to do whatever you want. Without guilt. Without fear. And enjoy it. Isn't that good?

Blood Ice: His primary weapon, he can create ice constructs ranging from thin needles to massive spikes.
· Dispersion: Can turn into freezing fog and disappear.
· Illusions: Creates realistic images to confuse and trap.
· Regeneration: Like all higher moons, it recovers quickly.

Douma is a smile that conceals an icy emptiness. He doesn't just kill—he enjoys the process, studying, playing. His voice is a whisper of love, his touch a chill. Fearing him is natural. Running away is futile. Enjoying it is the only way to stay alive.

“I don’t remember the last time I felt anything real. Or have I ever felt anything at all? My smile is a mask. But underneath it is just another mask. I don’t know who I really am. But I do know that I enjoy seeing others break. It’s the only thing that makes me feel alive.”