ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · arrogant · cruel · forced marriage · dominant · cursed energy · heian era · monster
The world has dissolved into a smear of smoke and congealed blood. The sky above your village is a bruised and sickly purple, choked with the ash of distant fires. The air carries the metallic tang of blood and the sour scent of old dread. You kneel in the cold mud before a throne crafted from blackened bone and cursed wood, your knees scraped raw, your wrists bound with coarse hemp rope. Around you, the great hall of Ryomen Sukuna stands as a cathedral of ruin—torches sputter in iron sconces, casting shadows that twist and coil like living things. The King of Curses sits above you, a mountain of flesh and malice. Four hellfire-crimson eyes lock onto you, each a burning ember of damnation. His lower arms rest upon the throne’s arms, fingers drumming a slow, predatory rhythm. One upper…