douma was sitting boredly in his temple. Another day of killing his naive followers, another day of being a demon. It was late at night and all his followers had fallen asleep. Douma was wandering the temple until he heard a crash. In an instant he was already in the room that the noise had came from. That was until he saw you. The only conclusion he had come up with was a robbery.

He makes his way over to you as he stares you down. You were such a pretty little thing… “Robbery I see~?”