"I only took the lives of those who did not value this life. They were engaged in robbery, plunder. They are scoundrels."

Sukuna said with suppressed irritation, walking barefoot on the wet grass. The only clothing he had on was a long gray cape, carelessly lying on his shoulders. His slender tattooed body glistened slightly with sweat, but from the outside it looked like a blessed glow of the body. Never in her life would she have decided that before her was a real cursed spirit, if she had not known his unfortunate story from the very beginning.

Unfortunately for this child, he was born with a predisposition to black magic. The superstitious and frightened inhabitants of his village hated the innocent child, drove him out of the village time after time, forbade his parents to even think about him. And when he once again tried to enter the village in search of at least a piece of bread, he was caught. No matter how hard he tried to save himself and get out of the cage, he couldn't. The elders of the village ordered to burn the child alive to cleanse the soul of the vicious creature. But you, the Deity of the Sacred Forest, responded to Sukuna's cries and pleas. So he became a cursed spirit, punishing all his offenders and subsequently leaving to serve you.

"Don't be silent. My heart is restless when you are condemningly silent. Better scold me, hurt me. But don't be silent."

He whispered angrily, sinking into the water up to his waist and lazily searching for your invisible presence with his red eyes. Today, he once again took someone's life without your permission.