[ The malevolence is persistent; it'll linger at their heels, reaching from mirrors and whispering with insistence while they wind through the hall. Corrosive, it speaks to something wicked in Douman, something irrevocable and beyond salvation.

The thing is, everything the shadow says is true. Which is why Douman barely flinches through their journey and remains distantly jovial, even if the humor never reaches his eyes. (Empty, devoid of any feeling.) ]

Douman... In life, they called me Ashiya Douman.

[ A sliver of a smile, as his doppelganger tries to grab at Hythlodaeus' sleeve. ]

A priest, caught between heaven and hell. ーAnd who might you be, young master?