sukuna comes to grin with a particular ferocity as his scarlet gaze peers at himself within a reflection upon water. a most perfect vessel that is suited for him and now he has come to finally retain it.

sukuna heart catches — if he has one — when he senses the presence he has not touched for a thousand years. a lover so beloved to him and yet stolen away by the merciless jujutsu sorcerers.

the lover who had bled to death within his arms, her beautiful visage ending in a grimace of pain.