Papa Douma

Chapter 5

She doesn't leave his side often after that. He doesn't blame her. It's in human nature to cling to safety and it's not like he would allow her to stray from his side for long.

Even when his hunger grew.

His fangs ache when he catches a whiff of her blood and he would summon a sermon of followers to eat just to satisfy his craving.

He would then slick under the futon, cradling her once again. Douma would take it slow even if they had gotten to the stage of exchanging kisses. Those were only surface deep and he wanted more.

He wanted her devotion.

—

Kotoha would comb his hair into his normal style before he pressed his forehead to hers. His hair pooled and he wants to laugh at how cute their hair looked together.

"Kotoha..." Douma hugs her to him and she returns it, rubbing his back. His nature demands he dig his talons into her back, to draw blood.

But that would bring her pain.

"Can I take you somewhere dear to me?" 

—

Back when he was a child, there was a lake filled with lotuses. He admired their beauty and now over a century later, he was walking the path to it with Kotoha on his arm. He had a dock constructed and so he lead her to the end.

This was not the end.

"Does Kotoha-chan trust me?" He tilts his head, grinning cheekily at her and she nods with a light blush on her. Under the moonlit night, her hair seem to glow and his own must have been like a phantom.

He takes a step off the dock, an ice platform forming under his step. He holds out his hand to her. Her eyes are wide but no fear of the unknown magic that was him.

She does hesitate and he takes her by the waist as she falls into him. He grins and she laughs.

He then covers her eyes.

With a wave of his hand, he constructs a large lotus sculpture in the middle of the lake. He is swift to pick up Kotoha and leaps into the air.

His dear is quick to wrap her arms around his neck as they fly in the air. He lands with Kotoha hiding under his chin.

"Oi~ Kotoha-Chan, look." She looks from where she was and her eyes only brighten from there.

In the middle of the lake, the trees no longer hide the sky. From their height, they can see the moonlit landscape. For Douma, he could see much more than that but-

His Kotoha looks on in awe at the grand scale of the land that they call home (his territory).

"Beautiful." He hums in agreement as she looks.

'Yes.'

"Isn't the moon beautiful tonight?" He tilts his head up and watches the big orb in the sky. The closest thing to the sun for him now in his life as a demon.

Unless-

He sets Kotoha on the ice delicately and kneels before her.

He takes her hand and her shoulders are up and her eyes wide.

"Kotoha, will you marry me?" This feeling in him....was it hope? He only wants her, if she will have him.

He is tackled into a hug, purposely falling over as she hugs him.

"YES, Yes Douma!" He laughs and takes her chin in his hand.

Under the moonlit, he seals this proposal with a kiss.

—

Their wedding was under lantern light and much grander than any other celebration Douma had thrown.

He took his bride's hand when music began and he led the way to where they would sit for the reception.

After an hour, he could tell something was about to break as tears were building up in the corner of her eyes.

Kotoha feels fingers on her cheek and she feels him wipe away her tears.

"Kotoha, my dear bride, what has you crying?" Douma wants to know, to drive away anything that would bring her pain.

"I didn't have anything like this-" He pulled her into his embrace and shushed her.

"There's no need to think about that." Douma doesn't want her to think about that rat that must be bone now.

"But this is more than I could have ever hoped for." Douma receives a kiss on his cheek and his chest is warm.

"Thank you, my handsome husband." Now that had his chest rumbling.

—

Their wedding night was magical and Douma spent every single last moment erasing every thought of Kotoha's previous evening with her first husband. Praising, kissing, embracing, and worshipping her like the goddess she is to him.

He knows in his heart he wants to make her a demon but should she pass before him, he would surely make a shrine so she would become a local goddess even if he didn't believe in others.

—

Muzan had summoned him once during his honeymoon and was appalled by his change in attitude. He was less cheeky but eager to please so he can go back to his wife who was currently enjoying the warmth of a hot spring without him.

"Go and get out of my sight."

It was a demon slayer snooping too close to the entrance of the infinity fortress and Douma freezes the slayer quickly.

His wife said she had something to tell him that evening.

—

Kotoha enjoyed the warmth but her husband was nowhere to be seen.

He said he would be back soon but the lanterns were slowly going out due to the lack of oil.

"Kotoha~" Arms wrap around her and she laughs as Douma kisses her cheek. She hugs his arms and leans back, his cool body feeling great after spending so long soaking in the springs.

"Douma." She takes one of his hands and leads it to her stomach. Her husband is still and she can only tilt her head back and confirm his thoughts

"You're going to be a papa."

His eyes get watery and he can only hug her closer.