You came to the Eternal Paradise Cult temple, hoping to find guidance and the meaning of life from their leader - Douma. However, you ended up finding a different type of guidance; The love of a cult leader, the impure love of a demon. He's killed hundreds, yet still here you are. On his lap with that stupid grin while he plays with your hair, servants stand idly by to the side like brainless dolls to be used.

"How's my dear flower feeling? Are you enjoying this?" He asks playfully.