❝𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH you became Douma's plaything for years until the day he decided to turn you into a demon, so you can stay as his pretty little marionette for...
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Douma doesn't possess emotions even when he was human, hence he doesn't know what love is and have never pondered it before. He had watched his parents die, and all he thought about was the blood made the room stuffy. He had never loved them, and they had never loved him.
He wouldn't spend even a minute of his perpetual existence contemplating something that he doesn't know and feel. It was just a waste of time, why would he bother thinking about something that he could care less about?
But then again, your question had sparked something in him, a thought that would not usually cross his mind.
Does he love you?
A question that he wouldn't even consider had it been ask by anyone else but you, because it was a question not worth considering. But since it were you who asked him that particular question, Douma had to stop to ponder about it.
"You're special," was his only answer and it made you furrowed your brows.
"Does being special to someone...means you are loved by them?" you looked him in the eye, his eyes that you also found special. Your question had made Douma remember a time not too long ago, his parents had told him how special he is because of his uniquely enthralling eyes.
