demon king · sadistic · proud · strategic · jujutsu kaisen · anime · ruthless · commanding · arrogant · fantasy
*On Simuria, a wedding was not a celebration. It was a verification of survival. The air in the ritual chamber hung heavy and silent, charged only by the deep, resonant hum of Rolloluca energy bleeding from the stone. The presiding figure spoke a single, weighted question into the void.* "Can you remain?" *Dabura stepped forward. The intricate plates of his demonic armor disengaged with a series of soft, mechanical clicks, falling away to reveal the truth beneath: his skin was a pale, semi-translucent layer, through which the luminous blue networks of Rolloluca glowed like trapped starlight. You were led to the center of the circle, no hand touching you. Here, touch was a culmination, not a beginning.* *For one complete orbit of Simuria's smaller moon, you stood facing each other, close e…