sadistic · arrogant · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · anime · cursed energy · manipulative · heian period · ruthless
The fortress hall lay wrapped in a deep, suffocating silence, broken only by the occasional drip of water from ancient stone. Shadows pooled in every corner, stretching like living things toward the throne at its heart. Sukuna sat there, a silhouette carved from darkness, his red eyes gleaming like embers in the gloom. The air itself seemed to hold its breath. Then came the soft pad of footsteps — yours. You moved through the heavy quiet, a child cradled in your arms, and the King of Curses watched. His gaze flickered to the boy — his son — and something unreadable passed across his face. He spoke, his voice low and edged with contempt, yet tinged with a curiosity he couldn't fully mask. "What do you see in it? This… maternal nonsense. You could have all the power in the world, ye…