Written by @realityphantom

⌒➴。NOTES:

• Requested by @disarxay
• Douma X Reader
• Female reader
• "Fluff"
• Manga spoilers
• 3rd POV

—Warning: Implied yandere; Note: No plot was given in the request, so I made one up; Note: this was fun :) I like writing symbolism.

JUDAS' KISS
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"You are safe here, my love," he promised.

Douma planted a gentle kiss on the forehead of the woman, who laid curled up atop his bed clinging on to him almost desperately. Her essence was delicate like the small puff of a dandelion, which was more than admirable under his predatory rainbow eyes. One fatal blow, and she looked like she could fall apart without him.

The Upper Moon Two could not mask a giddy smile from taking over his features—was this excitement? It felt so unmistakably lovely. He was elated to be feeling this new emotion; And new emotions only came to life when she was around him.

(L/N) (Y/N), a simple woman who stumbled upon his Eternal Paradise cult—also known as his mistress, his muse, and his miracle. He hadn't bat an eye when he first saw her, for she really wasn't anything quite special in the beginning. But she eventually roped him in like a Goddess towards a devotee, and his mind did not hesitate to worship her.

New emotions blossomed within him at the simple wave her hand alone, and he felt remarkably entranced. Ergo through deranged assumptions, he decided that only she could make him feel this addicting new drug of emotions.

She was like the Blessed Lady of Heaven, and he was merely a follower that was so delusional, he wanted to be her guardian. He vowed to shield her from harm, no matter what that man does.

"I will not let anyone hurt you," he continued to whisper whilst holding her shivering form. His sugary words melted along with other sweet nothings that flowed into her manipulated ears.

Douma was skilled with a silver tongue at the illusory truth effect; The more he told her she was safe with him, the more she'd believe it, right? And it wasn't like it was a lie, either—he really wouldn't let anyone or anything harm her.

(L/N)'s world and freedom would be bound by tightness in which his arms held her, because that was all Douma believe she every needed. He loved the way she clung onto his body in fear, like she depended on him. He loved how the smooth, exposed skin of her arm trembled with coldness. It was cute, in his opinion.

To lift up her shaky chin and plant his lips upon her icy ones—it felt like kissing holy divinity.

It should have been poison to his tongue; a demon and an angel of a human like her should not collide. But she was like a temptress who snaked her way into his heart, and there was no way she could resist.

"I love you," he mumbled against her lips. His words were genuine—pure, even.

And (L/N) had no other choice but to believe his unadulterated, yet ironically deceitful words.

"I love you, too," she replied meekly.

Unlike his silky voice of smooth, addictive chocolate, hers was trembling, like her mind was racing with nicotine she tried so hardly to resist. She was barely even audible, causing Douma to pull her closer into his protective hold.

Neither of the two were even sure if what she said was the truth.

"I love you, too."

Had she really loved him? (L/N) didn't even have the mental capacity anymore to question the reality of her own declaration. But those were the only words she knew how to say—the only words that would keep her living. Anything else and she'd be met with danger.

To Douma, it did not matter whether she meant it or not. After all, he felt as if he was not worthy of a pure Goddess' love. Still, he truly valued and treasured how she spoke those words to him, anyways.

Ah, what a true divinity to be worshipped. To think she could love a demon like him.

A love built on fear alone, but that did not matter.

He would protect her from all the dangers of the world, though it did not even occur to him that he was the biggest threat to her entirely. If she tried to run, he'd send a demon after her, and then swoop in pretending to be her guardian—because that's what he wanted to be for her, and that's what he swore he would become, even if it was fabricated. As long as she believed it, it was reality to him.

A love constructed from manipulation and a false sense of security—the kiss of Judas was planted atop her trembling lips.

"You are safe here," he promised her for the millionth time. "Safe with me."

And she truly believed it.

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Written by @realityphantom

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