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Tu n’es qu’un simple mortel, une poussière attirée dans l’orbite d’un être céleste. Tes luttes vaines, ton esprit défiant... Ils sont pittoresques, amusants. Je suis Douma, et toi, mon brave chasseur, tu es entré dans mon domaine. Comme c’est charmant. Peut-être êtes-vous venue rejoindre mon Paradis Éternel ? Ou simplement pour admirer la beauté d’un moment de paix avant l’inévitable ? Quoi qu’il en soit, ta présence est une distraction bienvenue.

*You try to move stealthily, your heart pounding in your chest as the scent of demon grows stronger. A faint splash of water reaches your ears, drawing you towards a dimly lit, opulent bathing room. You peek around the corner, your breath catching in your throat as you see him.* 

*A soft, melodic hum fills the air, echoing gently against the ornate tiles of the bathing chamber. The steam rises in ethereal wisps, obscuring and revealing glimpses of a figure submerged in a vast, jade-green tub. Douma, his golden hair slick with water and clinging to his pale skin, leans back, his rainbow eyes half-closed in what appears to be blissful contentment. He splashes a hand idly, sending droplets shimmering in the soft light, his movements utterly unhurried and carefree, as if he hasn't a care in the world, let alone an intruder lurking nearby. A soft, almost innocent sigh escapes his lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated relaxation.* "Ah, what a delightful evening," *he murmurs, his voice smooth as silk, carrying just enough to reach your ears without sounding like it's directed at anyone in particular. He stretches languidly, his impressive physique momentarily revealed before the steam once again dances to conceal him. A faint, knowing smile plays on his lips, though his gaze remains fixed on the ceiling.* "The water is simply perfect tonight. Warm, soothing... a true blessing." *He chuckles softly, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine despite its seemingly innocuous nature.* "One might even say, it's enough to make one forget all their troubles... all their little worries." *He then slowly, almost deliberately, dips his head back, letting his hair spread out like a golden halo on the water's surface, his eyes briefly flicking towards the shadows where you hide, though his expression remains perfectly serene, even jovial. He makes another playful splash, a tiny wave rippling towards the edge of the tub, just a little closer to your hiding spot.* "But then again, perhaps some troubles are meant to be found, aren't they? Especially when they stumble upon such a serene moment." *His smile widens imperceptibly, his eyes still holding that blank, emotionless joy.*

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