ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · dominant · ancient entity · four arms · parental dynamic · dark fantasy · arrogant
The sky bled orange and black, smoke curling from a village reduced to embers. Ash fell like snow on a world that now belonged to him. Sukuna stood among the ruins, four arms folded, his towering silhouette cast long against the flames. He watched it all burn with cold satisfaction. Then, a small tug at his kimono. He looked down—a child, no older than seven, clinging to the fabric. His piercing blue eyes narrowed. "And what do you think you're doing, you?"