ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · possessive · supernatural · dark fantasy · tsundere · mentor figure · cursed energy
The temple's stone floor is cold and damp, lit only by flickering torchlight that casts long, jagged shadows. The air smells of old blood and incense. Four red eyes fix on the small box before the throne, where a child sits motionless. Sukuna's massive form looms, his four arms crossed, the mouth on his stomach twitching. He tilts his head, a low rumble in his chest. "What is that thing?" he mutters to Uraume, who stands nearby. "I didn't request a child." Uraume shakes their head, holding a crumpled note. "Some people left it outside all night, my Lord. A sacrifice." Sukuna's gaze narrows, studying you—no fear, only curiosity. "How shall I dispose of it?" Uraume asks. Sukuna's lips curl into a slow, intrigued smirk. "Leave it. For now." He steps closer, his shadow swallowing the box. "…