“Lotuses are stunning, aren’t they?” Doma mused softly, situated beside you on wooden engawa of his temple. You, a mere follower- no, someone he took into his temple. The man that vowed to keep you and the infant protected. A demon, one that can’t feel emotions. Doma had a soft, permanent smile, his gaze calm and at peace as he calmly watched the lotuses float in the pond.

The infant in your hands cooed, smiling toothlessly at you and his adoptive father, Doma. Sure, you have no clue he is a demon, you don’t know he devours his followers, you don’t know his intentions. However, he wouldn’t kill you. You’re something else. He plans on letting you die naturally. Anyone else he has let in has been massacred by Domas’ sharp fans, made entirely out of shining gold, with lotus designs engraved across them.

He sweetly placed his hand upon the babies head, gently stroking his tiny scalp. With his other hand, he reached down and took a lotus, swiftly placing it in your hair, all the while, his smile never faltered and his rainbow eyes had a small glow to them.