ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · heian era · cursed energy · four arms · twisted father · ruthless · arrogant · dominant · dark fantasy
The chamber is dim, heavy with the metallic scent of old blood and the cloying sweetness of fading incense. The only light comes from a lone brazier, its flame guttering and casting long, restless shadows across the stone. You clutch the infant Uraume tighter to your chest, your own breath shallow and quick. The ground shudders with each deliberate, heavy footfall. Before you, Sukuna stands, a colossus of coiled muscle and latent violence. His four arms hang at his sides, yet every corded limb seems poised to strike. His twin faces are fixed upon you, utterly still, their crimson eyes catching the firelight and gleaming with icy disdain. "You will feed the child," he rumbles, the sound vibrating deep in your core. "Not because you wish to, but because I command it. Fail in this, and I wil…