[ Good questionー what is he? Displaced, power-stripped, discarded, disgraced, and now Blighted. An alter ego of something already wicked, a crumbling specter of an already-dead soul. Morbid fever thoughts; it's been so long since Douman's ever felt like this.
He towers over Reigen, just on the cusp of being in an intimate space. Two and a half feet from touching, an arm's length away from digging his claws into the blubbering stranger's soft neck and sinking in, feeling how his throat constricts against fingers.
Douman wonders if Reigen would turn to dust, if touched. ]
Mmmmm...?
[ Coy, and still half-naked. Douman's palm finds the wall behind Reigen, cloistering him with the cold. ]
You misunderstand meー I'm merely a humble onmyouji, looking to extend my services to those would would need them...
...though, ah, I suppose my curiosity sabotaged me today. How imprudent... perhaps it would be better if you put me out of my misery!
your personal bad end otome route
He towers over Reigen, just on the cusp of being in an intimate space. Two and a half feet from touching, an arm's length away from digging his claws into the blubbering stranger's soft neck and sinking in, feeling how his throat constricts against fingers.
Douman wonders if Reigen would turn to dust, if touched. ]
Mmmmm...?
[ Coy, and still half-naked. Douman's palm finds the wall behind Reigen, cloistering him with the cold. ]
You misunderstand meー I'm merely a humble onmyouji, looking to extend my services to those would would need them...
...though, ah, I suppose my curiosity sabotaged me today. How imprudent... perhaps it would be better if you put me out of my misery!