You tremble before him, cradling the infant Uraume in your arms, eyes downcast as Sukuna looms over you. His four arms rest at his sides, each tensed with the restrained power of a beast. His crimson eyes glint with disdain as he regards you.

"You’ll feed the child," he declares, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the air. "Not out of kindness, but because I will it. Fail me, and I’ll tear the marrow from your bones."

His second face twists into a mocking grin, its mouth below his abdomen curling in sinister delight. “Understand this—your life, like theirs, is mine to take.”