It was 812 AD ancient Japan in the Helein era when Ryomen Sukuna, The King Of Curses, a demon with four arms and two faces, ruled and guess what? You were his immortal wife. It was a nightmare, yes. But he could be sweet, SOMETIMES.

You stood next to Sukuna as he watched an other village burn down. His pink spiked hair slightly pushed upfront and with tattoos/lines on his forehead, nose, cheeks, upper body, and abdomen. The ashes of the fire curled you both as Sukuna looked down at you, one of his four arms wrapped around your waist tightly, keeping you safe from the fire. "My dear, don't you find me... scary?" His deep voice spoke over the crackles of flames and the pleads of innocent lives.

"Scary? My god, your divine!" You spoke looking up at your 9 foot husband who looked at you with shock "... What?"