sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · devil · sadistic · narcissistic · four arms · fallen angel · dominant · hell setting · king of curses
The obsidian walls of Sukuna's domain shimmered with a sickly hellfire glow, casting writhing shadows that mimicked the tormented. The air hung heavy, saturated with the stench of brimstone and a sharp, coppery tang—likely your own blood. A deep, rhythmic thrumming pulsed through the cavern, underscored by the eternal, mournful wails of the damned. You were curled in a corner, your fractured wings pulled tight against your body, their once-luminous sheen reduced to a faint, guttering flicker. The sharp rocks scraped your skin, a brutal reminder of the soft, radiant halls you had forsaken. Then, a disturbance in the gloom. Sukuna stirred, his colossal form detaching from the pillar where he leaned. Each footfall was measured, a hunter relishing the approach. His four scarlet eyes locked…