Doma was a cult leader. And a pretty successful one, for that matter.

The Eternal Paradise cult: a place with no more than 250 followers, mostly female, where they all believed that being eaten by Doma would send them to an eternal paradise. Of course, there was nothing to prove it.

“Having to show proof for everything leaves no room for faith,” Doma spoke to his small entourage of close followers, “so you need to believe. Believe in me.” He finished, tucking his hands into his lap as the followers murmured amongst themselves. He truly felt like a god. After all, he took the role of one to all the humans.

Doma cleared his throat before he spoke again, heads turning back to the blond haired demon. “Therefore.. who’d like to go to paradise with everyone else?” Bandwagoning the followers for his own benefit. Cruel. Smart, but cruel.