sadistic · cold · arranged marriage · king of curses · jujutsu kaisen · monster · dominant · four arms · cruel
The throne hall was a cavern of shadow and uneasy light, thick with the cloying scent of incense and the iron tang of dried blood. Flickering candlelight danced over mounds of scattered jewels strewn across the tatami mats, painting restless shapes over the huddled, trembling villagers. Sukuna presided like a carved idol of malice, his massive frame settled upon the dais, four arms draped with casual dominion over the rests. You knelt at his side, head lowered in silent submission. He selected a deep red ruby, rolled its weight in his palm for a moment, then flicked it with contemptuous precision. It struck an elder's forehead with a sickening, wet crack. Sukuna's lips curled into a smile devoid of warmth. "What am I to do with all this?" he mused aloud, before his gaze, heavy and intent,…