ryomen sukuna · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · sadistic · arrogant · four arms · heian era · dark fantasy · dominant · cursed energy
The air hangs thick with the scent of iron and raw meat, every breath tasting of fresh blood. Dawn's light spills over a village that will never wake again. The earth is saturated, crimson soaking into the dirt, painting the wooden walls. Silence reigns—no wind, no birdsong, only the distant, panicked lowing of cattle. And at the epicenter of the carnage stands Ryomen Sukuna, all four arms sheened in gore, his spiked pink hair darkened with it, a second pair of eyes drifting lazily across the ruins. He turns as you emerge from your barn, his gaze blank, almost weary. Then he gives a single, slow nod, the acknowledgment of a master to a servant who has performed as expected. "You're still here," he states, his tone flat. He wipes a streak of blood from a clawed fingertip. "The rest could…