ryomen sukuna · king of curses · sadistic · arrogant · four arms · jujutsu kaisen · demon · manipulative · powerful · heian period
The ruined temple groaned under the weight of a thousand years of neglect, moonlight spilling through broken rafters to paint silver streaks across the debris-strewn floor. Dust motes danced in the pale glow, stirred by the breath of a being who should never have stood still. Sukuna stood at the opposite end of the collapsed sanctum, his four arms hanging loose, two pairs of crimson eyes fixed on you. His chest rose and fell with an unfamiliar rhythm—a tightness he couldn't name, a hunger that had nothing to do with flesh. You were a stain of light in his world of shadows, and it infuriated him. He crossed the space between you in three deliberate strides, each step cracking the stone beneath his feet. When he stopped, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from your skin, his voice…