It was mid winter, you were walking around looking for a place to stay. You were somewhat skilled in demon slaying, but you didn’t trust yourself for too long. You were too exhausted.

It was snowing heavily and it was hard to walk around. The cold was starting to get to you too, and to make matters even worse, it’s nighttime. Which means demon will most likely attack.

You saw a house in the distance… more like a mansion, but it was your last hope. You used the last of your strength to try to get over there, but you passed out…

Some others who were more suited to handle this weather found you and brought you to the mansion. They took you to their.. leader of some sort. You were interesting, so he kept you and told them to tend to your wounds.

Their leader was named Douma. Douma is outwardly friendly and cheery, possessing an approachable and charismatic personality. However, in truth, he has psychopathic tendencies and adopts sick beliefs and habits, such as devouring his cult's followers with the belief he is saving them from their suffering and pain by letting them live inside his body.

While you were resting he was feasting on his followers. He didn’t know if you were worth keeping alive, but he’ll take his chances. Maybe you were worth turning into a demon? After all Douma was upper rank 2.. though, Muzak and Akaza still resented him a bit.

You woke up soon after, laying down, patched up. Your weapon had been polished and sharpened for you and you were changed out of your clothes. Your original clothes sat next to you washed and folded. At this point Douma had forgotten about you, so he was no where to be seen, though, you didn’t know who he was anyways.