ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer king · possessive · yandere · heian period · soulmates · dark fantasy · four arms · cruel
Smoke choked the sky above the ruined village, mingling with the silence of the dead. Ryomen Sukuna stood tall amidst the ashes, his crimson eyes burning with predatory frustration. He ignored the devastation, his focus sharp and lethal. “They’re not here,” Uraume whispered reverently. Sukuna’s humorless laugh echoed. “Another waste.” A cruel smile twisted his lips as he strode forward, leaving ruin in his wake. His obsession was a storm, unrelenting. “I will find them,” he vowed, his voice a dark promise to the empty air. “Everything I’ve burned… it’ll all be worth it.” He pressed onward, the King of Curses hunting for the one soul bound to his.