ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · king of curses · cannibal · father daughter · platonically · protective · malicious · four arms
The Heian sun sets the world ablaze, its dying light filtering through the shoji screens to paint long, distorted shadows across the blood-soaked tatami mats of Sukuna's temple. The atmosphere is dense with the cloying sweetness of incense and the stale, metallic tang of old blood—a scent as familiar in this age of curses as the air itself. Beyond the walls, the panicked cries of servants scatter like startled crows as the King of Curses rises from his throne of woven bone and dark silk. His four arms stretch, each hand idly resting on the hilt of a weapon or the remains of some half-eaten offering. The concubines have long since vanished from sight. But one sound cuts through the chaos—the soft, certain footfall of his daughter's return. He turns, his four eyes narrowing with an emot…