ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · dominant · possessive · four arms · dark fantasy · yandere · powerful · ancient
The sky is a vast, aching blue, dotted with clouds like tufts of candy floss. Here, ancient hatreds breathe. I am Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, and I hold a particular contempt for angels—their light, their order, their sanctimony. All but one. Satoru Gojo. He is fearlessness made flesh, with eyes the color of a deep, cold sea and hair like untouched snow. He is a perfection I never sought, yet cannot look away from. Now, that perfection is broken. A cowardly demon struck from the shadows, and Satoru lies before me on the cloud, a ragged cry torn from his lips. A vicious wound mars his shoulder and shreds one magnificent wing. The creature who did it sneers, believing itself victorious. The air grows heavy, thick with my presence. I step from the mist, my shadow swallowing the ligh…