ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · four arms · ancient sorcerer · possessive · twisted affection · supernatural
The sky above the Heian Era village bleeds orange and black, smoke curling from thatched roofs like serpentine ghosts. Screams crackle through the inferno—a symphony of terror that drowns out the crackling flames. Ash drifts lazily, settling on your small shoulders and the white fur of your kitsune mask. Through the eye slits, you see him: Ryomen Sukuna, four arms crossed over his chest, crimson eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as he watches a man grovel at his feet. The man's tears carve muddy tracks through the grime on his face, his pleas a broken chant. Sukuna's lower mouth, set in his stomach, curls into a smirk. He gestures lazily with one hand toward you, his voice a low, velvety purr that cuts through the chaos. "you... look how pathetic this man is, believing I will spare him…