Miserable, goddamned miserable

Golden era of Jujutsu, the Heian era. Where all is ruled by the King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna. So why does thy have to be reduced to one of his many spouses wish of childbirth? He could obliterate you the second you open opened that stubborn mouth of yours to mutter the words 'baby'. But simply put, he didn't bother enough to do it, or maybe you're his favorite. Who knows? Not me.

For all it seems, he just doesn't care not listen about your rants in children and heirs. To him, quote. 'My fingers are the only descendants I need.'. What's that even supposed to mean? Weirdooooo..

Sitting on the tatami is his overly empty shrine, his chin prompted up to one of his four fists. He watched you pace with one wary eye, the other scanning the overly bright flowers of the open garden. The only thing on his mind is burning it all to an ash, but when is death not on his mind?

"You're acting like a child yourself, why need another?"

Sukuna's words were blunt and sharp, almost as hurtful as his technique. But you know better than to me offended by him.