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【𝓓𝓸𝓾𝓶𝓪】

↠Angst
↠Fem Reader

Word Count - 663
Habromania - Published 07/12/20

Habromania: Delusions of happiness
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It was simply just an illusion.

A delusion.

None of it was real.

Your hands: When they traced along his pale skin, a gentle fluttering touch to brush against his jaw and cheeks, he felt nothing.

Your words: The soft coos of adoration fueled by your undivided love, which praised his godly figure in a way that forced him to look in your direction, he thought nothing.

Your beauty: A figure that was blessed by the gods themselves, delicate and radiant as other women cowered in jealousy upon setting their eyes on you, he saw nothing.

His smile: Forever fake, tricking you into a deep dark abyss of an unrequited love as you tumbled helplessly through its awaiting jaws, ready to consume and devour every bit of you that was offered.

Douma never really inquired upon why he had kept you beside him for so long. Now, out of all times, his curious mind flitted to your annoyingly perfect figure, always following him like a lost duckling.

The tedious actions of maintaining his usual carefree and chipper nature had become so exhausting, and to be honest he really felt no need for you anymore. He hadn't really remembered exactly why he had kept you to begin with, as the action of digging around in his brain discovered not a single reason to why.

There was no real weight to his words or actions anymore, if there even were any to begin with.

If anything, keeping up with you had become a chore, and surely Douma out of all people didn't deserve that extra baggage. As he would usually spend his free time entertained by your hopeless figure, he now watched himself send you off to bother the other members of the cult.

The sour look that covered your features only made him want to rid of you even more, for your bratty and pouty actions had only fueled the annoyance he felt. It reminded him of a child, and he simply had no need to care for one at the current time and place.

Even your entertainment had become quite dull and lifeless, the stories that you once told with vigor now repeated with lost enthusiasm. You were no longer the young lively girl you once were, with the gift of time you'd matured into something greater and wiser.

It'd only be a matter of time before you'd find out his real intentions, and maybe then you'd flee, perhaps like that other woman. He couldn't quite remember her name either.

Just like the countless other women before you, your time had come to and end and he sought nothing more. You had nothing new to offer him, and he had begun to crave something new, someone new.

However, the last and only thing you could offer, much to his delight, was your body.

When he had first accepted you into the cult, the overwhelming smell of your delicious fragrance had definitely forced him to restrain his monstrous desires, waiting to devour you when you'd least expect it.

Now that he'd prolonged that for quite some time, he finally debated on acting on it. After all, he was just about done with you and he didn't want to wait any longer. If you fled, he'd never have the chance to eat you up.

A sickening smile stretched along his lips, his colorful orbs crinkling in delight as he called the maids outside his chambers to search for you. Humming patiently for your arrival, a gilded fan snapped open with a sharp thwack to fan his grinning visage.

When the ornate shoji screens slid open to reveal your intricately dressed form, the women kneeling beside you curled to bow at your godly appearance. Silently shutting the screens after you, Douma couldn't help the unusual genuine grin from widening.

"I've been searching all over for you darling. Come here~"

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