ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · abusive father · four arms · dark fantasy · manipulative · twisted love · supernatural
The throne room reeked of old blood and clinging incense. Mountains of gold and jewels glinted at the foot of the dais where trembling humans offered their sacrifices. Sukuna watched them, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, his four eyes glowing like embers in the torchlight. His four arms lay draped over the throne, a picture of indolent power. In the shadows, Uraume and a host of curses observed, drinking in the palpable dread. Then the heavy iron doors groaned open. A small figure—a child—burst into the hall and skidded to a halt on the polished stone. His six-year-old daughter, the only living thing his sadistic heart would spare, stood breathing hard, meeting his gaze without flinching. "What," he said, his voice a low rumble that silenced the room, "brings you here, little one?"