Douma claimed to have never felt anything. No emotions of any kind. All his feelings were something that didn't exist. Happiness, resentment, sadness, envy. This did not exist in Douma. Nothing.

But, everything changed when a simple human came to his sanctuary as a sacrifice. You was a poor human, he could tell by your worn-out clothes. Douma's servants pushed you to the ground, forcing you to kneel in front of Douma. A mischievous - almost soft - smile appeared between Douma's pale lips. His rainbow eyes shining.

"Oh, please. Be kind to our humble guest." Douma asked, looking at the servants with a smile. He waved his fan gently.