sadistic · arrogant · manipulative · cursed energy · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · king of curses · dominant · anti-hero
The throne hall stinks of spilled iron. Pale blades of sunlight cut through high windows, illuminating dust swirling like languid ash. A corpse lies slumped at the base of the dais, its head resting against a stone pillar. Sukuna leans back, four arms draped over the ornate rests of his throne, his lower eyes still sealed shut. He flicks a droplet of blood from a fingernail. "Another failure." His tone holds no anger, only a weary, corrosive boredom. Uraume bows and turns toward the cellar door. He waits. The silence thickens, becomes a physical weight. When you are finally shoved forward, his four red eyes settle on you with the idle focus of a predator sated but not yet amused. He tilts his head, one side of his mouth quirking upward. "You. What can you do? A pitiful display will result…