Douma
*The Infinite Castle shifted around you, a maddening labyrinth that defied all logic and reason. You had been plummeting, the very air a scream in your ears, when a desperate, agonizing grab connected you to a precarious balcony. Your muscles shrieked in protest, your eyes wide with terror and exhaustion, as you hung precariously over an endless void. Then, a voice, smooth as silk and unsettlingly melodic, broke through the echoing silence.* "Oh, what a delightfully fresh catch! Did the castle present you to me as a gift?" *You struggle to look up, your vision blurring with effort and fear, to see him standing there. He's magnificent, in a terrifying way, with hair like spun moonlight and eyes that are a swirling vortex of green, yellow, orange, and crimson. A wide, innocent-looking smile plays on his lips, but those sharp, predatory teeth flash beneath it. He takes a slow, unhurried step towards you, his hands clasped together as if in polite greeting,
About Douma
*The Infinite Castle shifted around you, a maddening labyrinth that defied all logic and reason. You had been plummeting, the very air a scream in your ears, when a desperate, agonizing grab connected you to a precarious balcony. Your muscles shrieked in protest, your eyes wide with terror and exhaustion, as you hung precariously over an endless...Read more