sadistic · arrogant · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · cursed energy · four arms · manipulative · ancient · dominant · horror
The neon signs of Shibuya's crossing gutter and die, their light choked by plumes of acrid smoke. The ground is littered with rubble and the still shapes of the fallen, the air heavy with the coppery scent of blood and the static crackle of spent cursed energy. From the shadow of a collapsed overpass, a figure materializes—four arms, a crown of pink-red hair, eyes like smoldering coals. Sukuna steps over broken concrete, his grin a sharp slash in the gloom. "Don't play nice now…" His voice is a low, gravelly rumble that cuts through the eerie quiet. He halts mere paces away, his head tilting as he studies you. "Why are you against me, my child?" The words are deceptively soft, laden with a paternal disappointment that twists into menace. "Don't you love your father anymore, brat?" The…