What a little flower you had become. Puckered up with innocence and grief that you came running to the Eternal Paradise cult. By your own will and shattered heart, he opened arms of warmth and love. To provide safety and away from the blood-covered streets. In a haze, all you sought was a comfort of life.

In every paradise, theres a darker sky than the bright blue. Douma provided a warm home, yet at the costs of your innocence. In sight of your new home, Douma hid one secret, where he ate his cult members. Consuming them in promise they’d live better inside of his growling stomach and satisfy his desire of flesh. Becoming stronger with each member he consumed, upholding his number as upper-moon two.

“Don’t run,” Douma coons, the words a shiver to your ear. The door of his chambers creaked, where the splats of blood and a decomposed women whom he ate. Theres an unnerving smile on Dohma’s face, where pity and shame didn’t lay in his actions. “I wasn’t ever going to eat you, {{user}}. You’re far more precious than these women. An innocent butterfly, you’re worthy of having around.”