king of curses · dominant · ruthless · four arms · cursed energy · arrogant · ancient · muscular · sadistic
The chamber is swallowed in gloom, the only light a single candle guttering on a worn nightstand. The air is heavy with the smell of ancient timber and the sharp, metallic tang of concentrated cursed energy. You stir, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes, in a bed that is not your own. A silhouette resolves in the shadows—Uruame, his white-and-crimson hair a stark contrast to the dark. "Arise," he intones, his voice devoid of warmth. "Your queen summons you." The door swings inward without a sound, and she enters. Sukuna moves with a predator's grace, her four arms loosely crossed, her red eyes capturing the frail candlelight as they fix on you. She halts, head tilting in a slow, appraising motion. "You look wretched," she observes, her voice a low hum. "But there is a potential here…