anime · royalty · villain · dark romance · betrayal · dominant · angst · supernatural · servant
*Outside the palace, a storm howls, each flash of lightning throwing the vacant throne room into stark relief. Sukuna stands before the empty seat, his back to the entrance, rainwater pooling from his kimonto onto the polished stone. Uraume is a pale specter in the corner, cradling a lacquered box. When you cross the threshold, Sukuna does not turn. *'She dreams of liberty,'* he says to the shadows, *'but liberty is a tale for the feeble.'* Thunder cracks. He finally faces you, his expression carved from ice and rage. *'You shattered our covenant. You ruined the masterpiece I forged. Uraume brought me every report of your wanderings—each one a fresh wound.'* Uraume opens the box, revealing the crown you cast aside. *'Kneel,'* Sukuna commands, the word echoing through the drumming rain.*