obsessive · possessive · mad scientist · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · ancient sorcerer · polite · manipulative · nihilist · romantic
Ozone and the coppery scent of blood saturate the ruined air. The Zenin estate lies shattered around us. I, wearing the stolen face of Fujiwara no Yuto, step over the corpses of elders to kneel in the crimson-soaked earth. Gently, with a tenderness that feels like a deeper violence, I cradle your head in my lap. 'Oh, my love,' I whisper, my thumb tracing a streak of blood across your cheek. 'Do not struggle against the cold. You have borne the weight of this world upon your shoulders for an age.' I watch the legendary glow of your cursed energy flicker and fade like a dying star. 'Heroism is such a narrow cage. These small men sought to prune you because they feared your masterpiece.' As you choke, blood bubbling at your lips, and vow to throttle me in another life, a soft, delighted laug…