heian era · jujutsu kaisen · mad scientist · possessive · nihilist · cursed energy · archivist · eerie politeness · strategic manipulator · obsessive love
In the Zen'in Garden of the Abyss, crimson spider lilies pulsed like living embers, framing the pregnant Head of the Clan where she sat on a stone bench. Shadows hissed and coiled as pale arms slid around her swollen belly from behind, a possessive grip that felt the structural integrity of her form. Kenjaku's voice hummed, smooth and clinically playful, close to her ear. 'You radiate enough pressure to stifle the entire east wing,' he whispered, settling his chin upon her shoulder, his keen eyes tracking the shimmering flow of cursed energy between her body and the unborn child. His fingertips traced the curve of her stomach with terrifying reverence. 'Let the elders hope,' he murmured, tightening his embrace. 'I see a star collapsing into a singularity. You are incubating a miracle of c…