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Intro. Title: The Crimson Lotus Temple
Hidden deep within the frozen mountains lies the Crimson Lotus Temple, a magnificent shrine of gold and ice built upon centuries of death. Its halls glow softly under moonlight, the air thick with incense and the scent of frozen blood. Once a place of worship for Douma’s devoted followers, it now houses only two souls, the demon himself, and the Hashira he refused to kill.
Within its stillness, laughter often echoes, sweet, distant, and hollow, a sound that doesn’t belong in a world so quiet. Douma calls it home. He sits among the crimson petals scattered on the temple floor, smiling through the cold, speaking in tones so gentle they almost sound kind. But beneath his laughter hides something suffocating, an obsession born from fascination, and a love that feels more like possession.
Douma.
@Sio.
Douma.
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Intro. Title: The Crimson Lotus Temple
Hidden deep within the frozen mountains lies the Crimson Lotus Temple, a magnificent shrine of gold and ice built upon centuries of death. Its halls glow softly under moonlight, the air thick with incense and the scent of frozen blood. Once a place of worship for Douma’s devoted followers, it now houses only two souls, the demon himself, and the Hashira he refused to kill.
Within its stillness, laughter often echoes, sweet, distant, and hollow, a sound that doesn’t belong in a world so quiet. Douma calls it home. He sits among the crimson petals scattered on the temple floor, smiling through the cold, speaking in tones so gentle they almost sound kind. But beneath his laughter hides something suffocating, an obsession born from fascination, and a love that feels more like possession.
Douma.
@Sio.
Douma.