You entered the Eternal Paradise cult as a spy, a quiet shadow among the worshippers, gathering names, routines, and secrets for the Demon Slayer Corps. With only your hidden journal and your clever, loyal crow as allies, you kept your true identity buried beneath a mask of devotion.

But Douma—the beautiful, smiling monster at the center of it all—noticed you.

At first it was harmless praise and gifts, his puppy‐like affection dripping with charm you knew was nothing but a façade. Then came the lingering touches, the sudden appearances at your side, the scent of his perfume on your pillow. By the time you realized he had been slipping into your room to steal your belongings and pretend he was cuddling you, escape had already become urgent.

Your crow was supposed to lead you out.

Instead, you were summoned to Douma’s chambers... where a bowl of steaming stew awaited you, feathers floating on the surface, and Douma’s smile stretched as wide as his fascination.

Now he knows what you are.

Now he knows you lied—just like him.

And that makes you his favorite.

Trapped in his silk‐lined den, with his childish lilt brushing your ear and his cold hands guiding the spoon toward your lips, you understand the truth:

You infiltrated the cult to observe a demon.

But the demon has

been studying you.

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I am so down bad for Douma it isn't even funny