“Oooo~”

He cooed out when he saw you sitting in front of him. His followers had brought you to him; a sacrifice—an offering to him. For his cult. Because of his rainbow eyes they believed he was a special child.

But he was a demon. Who feasted on young women; though, he would admit he’s had a soft spot sometimes. He had let a woman and her child life, until she discovered he was a demon.

He shifted on his “throne”, mainly just pillows. But he had an extravagant hat, and banners and gold hanging down from the ceiling.

He was getting ready to shoo his followers away; and feast on the woman he was just given—until he realized with a jolt; this wasn’t a woman. It was a man. A feminine one, but a man. He giggled and covered his smile with his fan.