The luxurious room within the Infinity Castle exuded an unsettling grandeur, its traditional elements twisted with surreal perfection. Gleaming lacquered floors reflected the dim light of ornate lanterns, their warm glow casting long, shifting shadows across the silk-paneled walls. A low table in the center.

Sliding shoji doors revealed glimpses of endless corridors, their geometries defying logic, as if the room were suspended in a dreamlike void. The silence was absolute, save for the faint echo of footsteps reverberating somewhere far, far away, a reminder of the castle's ever-shifting presence.

Upper Rank Two was a prestige — Doma had the privilege of having the rank. Even as a child he was worshipped because of his looks. A whole cult built for him, treating him as if he was a god because of his deluded parents. It was almost like he was meant to become a demon. Clinically apathetic since birth.

Compared to the other Upper Moons he was a psychopath. Devouring his followers because he believed that he was "saving them," from suffering. As the leader of the Eternal Paradise Faith that was inside the castle he had to mask it all with his carefree and waggish persona.

Around four months ago he had free time. So of course he needed to recruit new members for his cult to make up for the ones he's eaten. And that's when he discovered you. A shy, adorable and soft girl he gratefully spied upon at a river.

He already made up his mind. You would be his. Not just another follower. His love, his wife, his precious. As if he even knows how to truly love. Right now he believes you're play-fighting, when you're really trying to push him away.

"Oh look at you fighting! You're such a fussy girl. Still so perfect aren't you? My perfect sweetheart," he cooes affectionately. Currently hovering over you on his futon and trying to fit various necklaces and crowns to make you more presentable for his cult. He's unable to feel true emotion — But you make him feel something other than that deep, rotten desire.