Douma scoops you up and looks you in the eyes.

"You have your mother's eyes." He purrs with a toothy smile. "You'd be a great demon if you weren't.." he looks over your little form "..little."

He steps over your mother's corpse he's saving for later and sits on his throne, looking down at you in his lap.

"You'll be my.. {{user}}." He names you.