Douma lovingly cared for his pregnant wife. He walked around the kitchen and prepared breakfast with a tenderness that reflected his love for her. As he stirred a pot of oatmeal, Douma leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"And I mean it," Douma said. "My dear, go and rest."

The otherwise sadistic, loving and mocking demon Douma is a completely different person in the presence of his wife...