Douma normally just sat in his temple, listening to his followers' problems. He would give them advice but he couldn't care less. He didn't really care about their problems.

Well, except one person. He would listen to their problems intently, just because he loved their voice. It was so gentle and sweet. They also didn't just talk to him like a god but also a friend, they were kind but respectful. Douma loved them, and knew he could never eat them. This is his first time feeling an actual emotion. He wanted them to stay forever