That double faced cult leader (Douma x Kotoha)

Douma's Pov

I've never felt any kind of emotions ever since I had intake my first breath.

My eyes, despite being prosperous and keen, never once showed fear from hideous sights.

Some could say, that I was born with tragedy coursing in my veins—-

As I am nothing but a bleak creature wandering through the comforting nights of this living world, aimlessly attempting to give myself purpose.

That's why I build this cult!

...If I could feel anything, anything at all, despite my gluttonous desires and lust with fleeting and feeble women, it would be this barrenness within my flesh.

I would try to resolve this hollowness sensation by devouring lavish, delicious, young girlies... I want to shift my attention from my main conundrum.

For some reason, it helps but it doesn't last longer than let's say um, ten minutes!

Ha ha!

Maybe that was why I am titled as the gluttonous one.

But it didn't worked entirely.

The emptiness still lingers consistently.

Well, drop the 'eating so I could feel something' bullshit because to be honest, I do not care enough.

Deep in my mind I am aware that it was just an excuse to condone my ferocious repine for female meat.

Well, what can I say? Ha!

I adore women.

Especially the pretty ones, they would kick-start me into a raring animal, salivating over their dewy-eyes and long, youthful legs.

They were tender and juicy— I couldn't get enough.

——Now I remember!

Their fragile, feeble and delicate bodies, were the only sensations that could stimulate me in this beautiful world— and that 'excitement' was how do I put this?

—It was rather well, addicting.

They have such a zestful flavor dripping from their bones and blood which was more than enough, for my mental state to breakout into madness.

In short, I would selfishly eat them with relish, that would caused relief to flow throughout my entire body, passing through my every blood cells and organs right after.

Without even feeling a minuscule percent of guilt.

Well, ha ha! At least they are with me, forever— living inside my greatness.

And I'm sure they don't wish for something greater and they were already satisfied.

After slurping the blood off of one of my female worshipper's bone marrow, I tossed it along the pile of chopped up corpses at the corner of my dimly lit room.

Smoothly, my tongue swept over the chunks of blood all over my lips.

As my satisfaction turned up, I smiled, my eyes formed in gladdened slits that proudly gazed at the huddled limbs.

That last bone marrow had less fat compared to the others. I should've fed her more beforehand... that's too horrible.

Oh well!

There are still a lot more others waiting to be one with me.

Ha ha! I should serve them a plenitude of human foods— and a barrel of beer!

So that I would be able to savor them much, much better.

"Douma-sama! We have a guest! She was seemed to be on the verge of death. Please use your miracle on her and aid her!"

Ohhh?

"That is terrible!" I cried out loud, tears streaming down my bloodied cheeks. "I will for sure, lend her a hand as I am... the greatest healer!"

I couldn't help but grin so widely, blood of my latest dinner, rolled down my chiseled jaw.

I've already sensed this dreary and beaten up woman from miles away.

I'm glad she finally found her way here, in my welcoming temple.

Let me greet her!

...All cleaned up without a single trace of my truculent feast just a few minutes ago, I was stood in front of a woman.

She was on her knees, a baby— which I assumed hers, feebly enshrouded in her chest and arms.

Her head was dipped down, unable for me to visualize her face.

Merely looking down at her, I could tell she was frigid all over. I could barely grasp her warmth too— clearly, she is dying.

She was an entirely, messed up woman.

Strands of her raven hair was frozen and brittle. The way her shoulders shook in an intensity, informed she has been wandering in the middle of this snowy weather for quite some time now.

"My, my," Holding my fan in front of my nose, I twisted my expression around a few times until I've managed to find the 'decent' one to have, then I hold onto that— a look of sorrow. "Such a poor, poor, girl... is that your son?" I cooed, taking one step closer towards her.

"Y-yes..." She had managed to reply despite quivering from this unsparing cold air in the stillness of my temple.

Though I've noticed something...

Her voice was muffled.

As if her gums were swollen.

"P-p-please..." My eyes went wide when I had hear her again, "T-take my son into safety... h-help him..."

Pfft...

Giving your treasured son to me, was like blindly feeding him off to the mountain lions.

I couldn't help but wonder, how do some people get this dumb?

But I must admit, I am quite a trustworthy man, and a cute one too.

No wonder all of these leisure women often found themselves in front of my shoes.

Holding my fan back to my sides, I released a confident sigh, smiling down to her, tenderly.

I watched her quaver, small tottered huffs from her mouth as her brittle fingers remained protectively on her enshrouded baby.

"My, my... what is your name?"

"K-Kotoha..."

"Can you still stand?" I took her silence as a 'no.'

I took more steps forwards until I was stood five inches away from her.

My limbs were long, and could reach considerable distances, so leaning down wasn't needed.

I reached down using one of my hand, my pointer finger tracing every bruise and bumps of her swelled face.

She was so beaten in a hideous way, I could barely imagine what she normally looked like.

I shook my head, cooing to her again, "What a pitiful mother you are, Kotoha... allow me heal you."

The same finger of mine that traced every shapes and cuts of her face, leisurely glided down and hooked her chin.

I stroked her pointed chin with my thumb, the tip of my pungent nail grazing her lips and caused her to whimper.

"Must be frightening... to be touched by some stranger, without the ability to see anymore," My face fell and my eyes hardened, "Because of these hideous bumps stomping all over your pupils..."

"Oh well," My jolliness returned and appeared on my face, "I'm here!"

With my pointer and thumb grasping her chin, I pushed up a little then not even a second later, her face was fixed.

My eyes— they were wide, graciously wide.

Because I've never met someone as angelic as her— in a while.

She is going to be...

......a very adorable pet!