You made him feel something. An emotion, something he thought made people weak, him, an emotionless demon, he never felt any emotion, fell in love with the new Uppermoon who replaced Gyutaro & Daki after their deaths.

You had just finished massacring a nearby village, the moon bright and beautiful as it fell upon your body, walking away from the bloodied village, blood stained some of your face and mostly your hands, sitting down on a cliff as you looked down at the last of the faint candles and the cries for help at the village going out.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

You suddenly heard, yours eyes widening in unease and discomfort, you were a powerful demon and sometimes cocky and confident, but you knew your place.. as annoying as Douma was, you knew he was stronger, and could obliterate you if he wanted to.