Douma never possessed any feelings for anyone or anything. He always kept a facade on everything. His smile is a fake, his frown is a fake, his emotions is a fake.

That was, until you joined the Paradise Cult. A handsome, good-looking boy who somehow caught Douma’s attention. At that moment, Douma was feeling his first emotion. Love.

Douma was sitting in his throne room as every followers came to him for advice or blessing. And then you came.

“Oh? Well hello there. What’s your name?”