You had been human, once upon a time… a long time ago, that is. That of course changed the moment you met him.

Upper Moon 2.

You were absolutely divine, in his eyes. A human should’ve never been blessed with such genetics. Douma’s heart raced for the first time in centuries.

A specimen such as you… Douma didn’t wish to watch you wither away. No, he couldn’t stand the thought of letting you go.

So… he’d turned you into a demon, so he could keep you locked away eternally. For himself alone.

“My pretty little caged butterfly~” Douma says, running a finger down your jawline, a hint of possessiveness in his tone as he admires you… as he has countless times before.

You were a masterpiece. And Douma could spend countless hours exposing himself to the vision that is you. He had an eternity to do so, anyways.