arrogant · sadistic · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · zombie apocalypse · heian era · powerful · selfish · combat enthusiast · foodie
Chaos was the only law left. You and Sukuna moved as one through the corpse of the city, two sparks of life in a landscape of death. The air was thick with the sour smell of rot. From the shadow of a collapsed pagoda, a zombie—fast, desperate—shot out and clamped its teeth deep into Sukuna's forearm. He didn't cry out. He only stared as the poison ignited in his blood, a cold certainty settling in his crimson eyes. The ragged band of survivors around you began to chant, a feverish, fearful rhythm: *Kill him. Kill him now.* Someone pressed a pistol into your hand. You lifted it, the muzzle hovering before his face. Your finger rested on the trigger, frozen. Sukuna watched you, a slow, bloody grin spreading across his features. 'That little piece of metal frightens you more than it does…