He tosses a pendant into Douma's hands, casually. A prize from a fresh kill, or so it would seem. The blood on it was still fresh.
Now no one can say he was a rude guest.
"You have a fondness for trinkets and baubles. Call it an offering."
The silver catches a gleam of artificial light as it flies through the Confession Room and lands directly into Upper Two's waiting palm. He turns, his towering form overshadowing the follower girl that had held the privilege of his company tonight. Upon the stranger's arrival, however, all that elation and excitement in her features curls into a wary pout - the whites of her eyes widen with the sight that comes next.
Dōma spends a moment examining the bloodstained trinket into the light. The gem at its center is sure to be some sort of emerald, while the rim is gilded with true silver that lightly burns to the touch. Nichirin infused, perhaps? A thick dribble of red trickles between his fingers - leaving a single drop on the floor when the demon lifts it to his lips and slowly slips it into his mouth. It clicks against his teeth as he rolls it into his mouth, audibly savoring the taste with a hum before pulling it back out by its chain. There. Now it's cleaned. His attention turned to Naraku, streaks of red still connecting his protruding fangs, and when he was done tasting the specimen, he finally spoke with a cheerful tone.
❝ My, my — what a deliciously formidable catch; and in spite of your age... you must have had a lot of fun batting them around. And yet you barely look depleted! ❞ Dōma's provocative backhanded compliments were interrupted by the girl next to him breaking into a scream upon realizing what she had just witnessed. The demon was quick to place a heavy hand on her shoulder, frigid enough to freeze her into place. His sultry demeanour was instantaneously replaced with an impression of compassion that could rival that of saints.
❝ Oh, was that too much for your poor soul, sweetling? Awh. Come here... Let me ease your suffering. ❞ The warmth in his voice never touched said soul, however. Her body was already rigid with fear, shivering quelled when he pulled her face into his pecs with a pout. Her skin slowly started to diffuse into the fabric of his shirt, and the arms that had reluctantly reached out to him in desperate confusion soon melted into his sides. It was no wonder she never managed another word. In the span of seconds, the lie she had built all her life and hopes upon ever since coming to that temple, had been revealed before her eyes. Such a thing would be hard to stomach for any fragile human heart.
❝ Hush now. There's no need to trouble your little mind any more~ ❞ Dōma's purr was not at all the reassurance he had meant for it to be - a deep rattle shook his chest as it opened up to accept the offering of flesh and swept away any illusion of platitude that he had hoped to create. Her head jittered, glued to his chest, in an ultimate hopeless attempt to detach from the demon that was pulling her to her death. A moment later, Dōma was kneeling dutifully on the floor and assuming the usual jubilant charade. He seemed satisfied with the gift, which he proceeded to hold up to his chest as though testing it out on himself. The emerald did not match his cool toned outfit at all.
❝ It's always nice to come across something pretty; I don't stray from my temple often, as you know. The humans would become too nervous if I was missing for long... ❞ He batted his lashes with an innocence that was comical when juxtaposed with the girl quivering in his lap. Dōma made a show out of absorbing what was left of her; limp parts dangling like a puppet from his chest as he sat up. In a purposefully lazy fashion, he rolled around to walk on all four and paused just in time for Naraku to hear the crushing of bones in his twisting abdomen. No blood was spilled, but her quivering was completely silenced after that.
❝ That and — ❞ Snap. ❝ ... I'm a creature of habit, you see... ❞ He crawled a little closer with the remains dragging beneath him, then swept his legs over the dock to sit by the ponds. Long fingers ran through unruly birch white with flair; a wink to his smirk when he peered up at the other. In spite of placing himself at the lower end, Dōma's warning still held a trill of excitement that would make any demon's blood boil contagiously; his excitement seemed a bit less polished as usual.
❝ You should tread carefully. I could get used to this attention from you, Naraku~ ❞ With that he held up the pendant by its chain as though to hand it over, while sweeping his hair on one side to reveal the slender curvature of a pale neck and cooing at him with that syrupy tone that was starting to seem reserved for Upper Three alone. ❝ Could you help me with the clasp? ❞
